#behind a bush cowering

[spaceandbones]

Fave thing about multiple elder scrolls ocs is that only 1 of them is a dragonborn because my world needs congruence but also because a dragonborn oc is realistically the saddest most wretched motherfucker on the planet and I can only go through so much

[obsessivevoidkitten]

In The Minotaur's Maze

Male Minotaur Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Violently painful noncon, mild bleeding from sex, size difference, belly bulge from massively huge dick, mild mention of musk, stalking, kidnapping, general yandere behavior) Word Count: 980 (Tried to make a drabble, failed again with a mini-fic instead. Oops. This is one of my very few works, so far, that is technically fanfiction as Asterion is the canon name of the Minotaur in Greek mythology.)

You were a talented explorer seeking ancient relics for fame and fortune.

You used a combination of minor magic to speak to the dead and serious investigation to discern the location of the fabled Minotaur labyrinth.

It was deep within an enchanted cave system that in many ways served as an extension of the maze hidden away within.

You carefully navigated the treacherous caves until you came upon the secret entrance. You placed your hand in the middle of a smooth wall and uttered the magic incantation.

The wall dissolved in a flash of light, and you stepped through the entrance as the stone reformed behind you. This was it. You were in the maze proper. What secrets lie ahead?

Of course, you knew the legends of Asterion the Minotaur, but he had been slain in them. And nothing could live so long anyway, especially without food.

You navigated the stone corridors easily. Despite their age, they still looked brand new. As you continued on, you occasionally heard what sounded like hooves plodding along behind you.

You pushed it from your mind. Your imagination was playing tricks.

As you stepped around a corner, you came to a wooden door and opened it. When you stepped through, gone were the twisting stone paths filled with the scent of earth.

Instead, there was an ancient style dwelling overlooking some farmland growing a variety of trees, bushes, and vines.

The door you had come through was still behind you, you closed it and from this side it looked like a door to a shed. So the labyrinth had pocket dimensions… You had heard about them in passing. You wondered how large it was. The realm may look like an idyllic farm on earth, but if you went far enough away, you'd surely hit an invisible wall.

Perhaps the door to the house would lead further into the dungeon.

As you got closer, you realized how large it was. When you pushed the big door open, it actually was a house. Albeit with furniture that was made for someone very large.

Suddenly, you felt a hot breath at your neck. You turned to find the very large, naked Minotaur staring down at you. He was a hairy wall of muscle. One with the head of a bull, complete with metal tipped horns. His legs were covered in dark fur and ended in large hooves, and his full nutsack dangled beneath a frighteningly large prick.

Before you could react, the Minotaur grabbed you and pulled off all your clothing.

You had no idea how Asterion could have survived all this time. He had been killed!

But apparently, he hadn't gotten the memo.

In the past, he had consumed most humans that wandered into his labyrinthine prison, but you were bravely entering his home, his nest.

You weren't cowering like the old sacrifices. Well, you weren't before he grabbed you anyway.

That, combined with him being in rut and driven insane by thousands of years of isolation, made him not consider you as a meal for even a moment. You were firmly in the mate category in his brain.

So small and cute.

You writhed and fought to get out of his grasp but he ignored your greatest efforts as if they were nothing.

Asterion licked at your face as you pleaded with him to let you go.

He couldn't understand your language but he could guess at their meaning.

But he had no intention of ever letting this new mate of his go.

He tossed you down on the bed and you now saw what he intended to do.

His hard cock now at full arousal, as large and thick as a man's arm.

"No no no! Pleasepleasenono!!!" Your words blended together in a garbled panic as his musk hit your nose, sharp and dominating.

The only preparation your entrance received was a few gobs of slimy Minotaur saliva before he slammed inside you.

You shrieked.

It felt as though your entrance was on fire. As if it was being ripped apart.

With every thrust you shuddered in pain and sobbed. Nearly incoherent cries for mercy dribbled from your lips and fell on deaf ears.

You felt so warm and tight around him. This was just what he needed. Surely you had been sent to Asterion in his time of need by the gods. They finally, after eons, granted him mercy in the form of your insides.

So pliant to his girthy cock. Every time he dove back into you the outline could be seen in your stomach.

Tears streamed down your face as you silently wept, no longer able to scream or even babble your silly little pleas for it to stop.

Asterion wished he could tell you how well you were doing. That you were such a good cow for him. That you fit his cock so perfectly.

But he couldn't, so instead settled for licking and nibbling at your neck before wiping your tears away with his broad tongue.

With a final thrust he filled your belly visibly cum.

When he pulled out a torrent of his seed rushed down your thighs, it had noticeable streaks of pink from bleeding. You were such a fragile little thing compared to him.

He hadn't been able to hold back since that was the first time he had ever sought release inside of someone before, but he made note to be more careful.

Even though the breeding had stopped you were helpless. Broken. At least for the moment. You still cried silently, feeling utterly invaded and defiled.

Asterion took the time to lick you completely clean before laying down beside you and holding you close, spooning you with his mighty arm as you shook beneath it.

You came here to explore the deepest reaches of the maze... but had your deepest reaches explored instead...

[toruro]

— ✧ devil by the window

temptation touched my tongue / spread the wings of desire (a friday the 13th special)

description: all your fairy friends warned you not to get tangled up with the demons that lurk on the ground, but you swear on every star in the sky that minghao is different.

warnings: smut (18+), consent is clear but reader is somewhat unaware of what sex is

tags: enchanted forest au, demon hao, fairy reader, corruption kink, loss of virginity, innocence kink, pet names (fairy, pretty), condescension, brief implied exhibitionism

w/c: 5k+

request: hiii for hao could u write fairytailesque theme umm like vibes of love between fairy and devil cdrama! mean dom hao secretly a softie for u<33 i feel like u would rock it!!

a/n: i got something out for friday the 13th! sorry to anon for losing the og ask, hope u see this! for those who saw the first version of this, i am sorry. i popped this out by listening to freefall while being high as hell

Joshua was the first to warn you about those who live below. Those who lurk in the shadows, waiting, and waiting, and waiting to pounce on the first naive soul to cross their path.

You didn’t quite believe him at first. Your head was in the pristine clouds that float above; living your little fairy life among the heights of the forest, days spent buzzing around with your friends, glowing smiles and shining eyes, petal-cloth dress flowing over your soft skin as you flutter from tree to tree—your life was perfect.

Seokmin tells you about it next. He recites a story of one of his friends, Chan, who got a little too close to the ground. The young boy hardly escaped the luring hands of a demon who crept up on him, and to this day, Chan has a scar on his left ankle.

Maybe catching sight of the little mark on the other fairy’s skin the next time you saw Chan was a little bit of a reality check, but still, you don’t worry too much.

After all, how could you? Your life was perfect, so what need was there for all this tension? All this trouble, worrying about a world so, so far away …

⟢

You’re falling.

You’re falling unimaginably fast.

You’re not really sure how it happened—you were floating through the trees and something in your magic spasmed for a second and the next thing you know you’re flailing around, unable to get those sparks flying again.

And you try to yell for help, call for Seokmin because he’s the last one you’d seen, a cold rush overwhelming your body when you realize you’re too far down for him to hear you anyways. You close your eyes tight and brace for the impact as you feel the bases of the trees grow thicker as you near the ground and then—

Wait, what? Why didn’t you hit the ground and—oh, you’re floating again. Reflexes must’ve kicked in upon realizing the difference in air pressure.

It takes a few moments to get yourself back on balance using what little energy you’ve got left. You’re dangerously close to the ground—mere meters hovering above it, really, but right as you think you’ve managed to flutter up a bit higher, you lose control again, dropping straight down with no luck on your side to stop you.

You crash down into the ground, letting out a soft shriek as your body thuds. It shakes you for a moment but as you look around, you’re endlessly grateful to have fallen on a relatively soft patch of grass. Dusting yourself off as you try to sit up straight, the fact that you are now on the ground without your magic is dawning on you.

You aren’t sure how long you sit there, just gazing at the thick, dark trees around you. It’s rather peaceful, you wonder if you landed on the same grounds that Chan did when he got that scar. You doubt it.

You gaze up at the sight, soft breaths and gentle eyes, and you start to think that the ground is much nicer than anyone has ever told you but suddenly, there’s a rustling in the bushes behind you. In an instant you feel cold.

Dreadfully cold.

So cold, you don’t dare to turn around, figure cowering in on itself as you shut your eyes tight when the rustling intensifies, turning into thudding footsteps that approach you. And then, it stops, and you believe for a gracing second if the thing has left you alone, but you know better than that because after just five seconds of silence, you hear it breathing from above.

“Wh—who are?” you murk up the courage to whimper, wincing as you hold a hand up to face your face.

Through the fingers, you catch the silhouette of a man. He doesn’t look much different from all the other boys you’ve seen before, and you wonder if you should take your chances and let your hands drop. 

“Are you ��” Your breath hitches in when you finally look at him—chiseled jawline and sharp, cold eyes that watch you carefully. You feel your palms sink into the ground as you try to scurry back, but suddenly, it feels as though your hands can’t move. “... a demon?”

The pretty man smiles, but some funny feeling in your stomach tells you he isn’t exactly happy. He smiles oddly, and then he chuckles. He chuckles oddly, and then he laughs.

“What do you think, fairy?” His voice is cool and crisp, cutting through you like a blade of ice. The chill is thrilling. You think back to the story Seokmin always tells you. The scar on Chan’s ankle. The words of caution Joshua is always careful to remind you of.

“Y-you don’t look l-like the other—” You stop yourself from speaking because the shake in your voice is too much. You never even knew you could produce such a sound so potent in … fear? Enthrallment? Heat? You aren’t sure.

“The other what?” Slowly, he inches forward, and still you can’t find it in you to move away. You’re starting to think that you simply don’t want to.

His long, black hair wisps over his forehead and a few strands sit above his nose, and you can’t help but admire his natural elegance. He’s standing right next to you now, and as you look up at him, something in the back of your head buzzes.

Your ears are flooded with a white noise and some part of your brain is telling you you should be scared. You should be terrified, and you should wail for Joshua or Seokmin or Mingyu to come help but a much more convincing part of your brain tells you to stay put. To look up at this demon with wide eyes and parted lips. To whisper, “Demons. The other demons.”

He crouches over you now, so close that you feel his warm breath on your forehead. “Have you ever seen a demon?” You shake your head no, too afraid of the sound your throat might make if you try to speak.

He grins, and this time you don’t question the sincerity. He holds out a hand, and you think to yourself that such beautiful fingers could never taint skin like Chan’s.

“Let me show you,” he murmurs into the hazy air.

You don’t hesitate to take his hand.

Your magic comes back by the end of that day, and you are able to flutter your way up with Minghao’s name and a bidding farewell on your tongue.

You don’t tell the other fairies about what you do at night now. You don’t tell the other fairies how after everyone’s settled into their little abodes that linger from the branches, you creep out of your own. You don’t tell the other fairies about the beautiful views you see as you wisp through the trees, catching cool leaves on your skin as you slowly start to flutter down.

You don’t tell the other fairies of the little, illuminated pond you dip your toes into, or how when you turn around as your feet plant into the soil, Xu Minghao is already slipping into your line of vision from behind a thick trunk.

Dark cloth hangs off his chiseled figure, loose ends flowing with the night zephyrs. He sits on a rock by the pond as you cross your legs over on the verdant green grass, light dress splaying thinly over your thighs, skin shimmering under the moonlight.

He talks to you, tells you about his life, his friends. Every night, you listen with your lips slightly parted as you watch him and his dark hair. He teaches you about the ground, about the soft soil you sit upon, he teaches you about the roots of trees, about the little animals that scurry by the trunks, he teaches you that there is so much that lies beneath the tree tops, that there is so much you still don’t know.

Seungcheol laughed at Minghao earlier when he crept away from where he and his friends usually spend the night. “Going off to see your little fairy?” (Minghao wonders if the weird feeling in his stomach erupts from embarrassment at Seungcheol’s tone, or from a growing warmth when he refers to you as his.)

His friends find it a little funny—a fairy and a demon conversing at the dead of night, but he doesn’t really find it amusing at all.

Enthralling, would be the right word actually, because you come down every midnight where he teaches you, and he teaches you, and he teaches you so much, and your eyes are so beautiful, your voice so kind, your smile so bright, and so you teach him what it means for his heart to race.

You two sit together tonight, your hands neatly folded over your lap as you sit on your knees; Minghao sits next to you, legs out in front of him as he leans back on his arms. Under the light of the half moon above, you’re both silent.

You don’t have anything to say, not tonight. The cool air that sits between says enough.

Some time through the moments you sit in silence, Minghao has a hand brushing over your knee. The touch is gentle and cool like the breeze that washes over your bodies. He leaves his fingers there for a few, graciously long minutes, watching you from the corner of his vision to see if you’ll turn away.

He thinks he might lose his damn mind when you don’t move an inch. And so he moves an inch up your thigh, another inch and then he’s under the pretty petals of your skirt, another inch and then he’s almost brushing against the soft fabric that’s nestled between your legs.

Minghao watches you carefully—the way you chew on your bottom lip and your hands squeeze each other a little tighter and then—fuck, you’re squirming already?

“W-what are we doing Minghao?” you ask him so sweetly he feels he might melt into the ground and take you down with him. You have the vaguest of ideas of where this is going to go, and the thought makes your skin bloom with shivers.

“I …” His breath hitches in his throat when you look at him with eyes that look at him like he holds the universe. “I can show you.”

When you flutter your eyes shut, nodding as you whisper, “Show me,” into his mouth, Minghao wraps his arm around your torso and pulls you onto his lap. His kisses are slow but telling; pressing his lips into yours, tongue lapping at your mouth until you gasp and open yourself to him again. Legs locked around his sides as his hands grip onto your waist, your noses against each other in tandem in hopes to dig deeper into the kiss.

You’re shy against Minghao, lips working fervently—you can tell just from the way his fingers glide up and down your sides, the way his tongue melts into yours, the way he holds you—you feel so safe with him.

And then there he is, hands sliding beneath the skirt of your dress and bunching the shining fabric up to your waist; the cool air hits your skin as you gasp into Minghao’s mouth, hugging him closer instinctively. In doing so, you shift forward, core brushing dangerously close to the hardness between his dark pants, and you swear you hear Minghao mutter a curse you’ve never heard before. The sound makes your tummy do tumbles.

“You’ll let me take this off … hm?” he murmurs as he pulls away, fingers toying with the sheen hem of your skirt.

“Y-yeah,” you murmur, shuffling backwards so you slip off his lap. You lean back on your hands in the grass with a deep sigh, legs spreading out in front of you as Minghao climbs onto his knees. His fingers start at your ankle, and the way his hooded eyes watch you lustfully has your breath caught in your throat.

He slowly trails his fingers over your legs, starting from your calf and moving up until it’s brushing past your knees and suddenly his palms are pressing on your inner thighs and shoving your legs apart to reveal the pretty white panties that sit in the middle.

Your core buzzes with a heat, and you find your bottom lip clamped between your teeth as you try not to whine when Minghao’s finger grazes over the thin fabric. “M-mingh—hao,” you breath out, when he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck and sucks hard against the skin.

Your skin flushes with heat and a sharp sting when his teeth graze over you, but the small moan that leaves your lips sings a melody of pleasure as he swipes his tongue over the bruising mark. Your mouth falls wide open, neck falling back, and Minghao slots one hand between your legs, pressing the pads of two fingers against that one bundle of nerves that has you squirming into the ground.

“O-oh,” you mutter as your hips start to erratically swivel against his in hopes for more friction.

“Patience fairy,” Minghao sings in that sickly sweet tone of his. You wonder if he dropped from the treetops himself from the way he coos so kindly.

“It feels—oh … Oh, Minghao—”

“Tell me pretty … tell me what you’re thinking,” he whispers in a dangerously low tone, breath fanning over your neck in a way that sends shivers down your spine. Minghao traces methodical circles around your clit, and you can feel a warm wetness grow beneath your panties, causing the fabric to stick against your slick core.

You want to thrash in his arms and squirm into his hold—you want to let tears well up in your eyes and cry because everything’s feeling so good and you can’t think … can’t manage a single damn word.

“Feels—feels good,” you manage out in broken huffs of breath, legs spreading wider than you thought they could. Minghao chuckles as he lifts his head back to watch the way you tremble in front of him, and if you weren’t so dizzy on pleasure, you’d be burning from embarrassment.

“Yeah? Can make you feel even better if you …” He shrugs casually and gestures towards your dress and panties. “If you move some stuff out of the way.”

You don’t hesitate to yank at the straps of your dress,  shoving them down haphazardly with trembling fingers. You’re on fire, if anything, and Minghao grins widely as he helps you desperately shimmy out of your clothes.

You start with the dress, flowy fabric slipping off your shoulders and falling down your stomach, finally pooling at your hips where Minghao takes control and pulls it off your legs. You’re left clad in only your panties which are now sheen with arousal, cool air pricking at your bare skin under the moonlight.

“Oh fairy,” Minghao nearily moans when you finally lay back down on the grass, tits bare and spilling all over your chest as your naked legs make room for him to sit between them. “So pretty … so naughty …”

“‘m not naughty,” you try to mumble, but the hoarse desperation in your voice gives you away. “J-just, wanna feel go—oh—good,” you finish with a heavy sigh when Minghao’s fingers are at your core again but this time, sliding your panties to the side to reveal your folds.

“Feeling good, huh pretty?” Minghao murmurs, not giving you a moment’s rest as he plunges his fingers right into the dripping mess. You cry out, back arching off the soft grass as you feel the length of his long, thick fingers slide between your pulsing folds.

“Oh, f-fu—” Your eyebrows furrow when you feel one finger circle around your glistening hole, causing your whole body to twitch with an ache you didn’t even know was possible to feel.

“Say it fairy, say it,” Minghao groans, hearing the dying words on your lips.

“It’s dirty,” you whimper, one hand shooting down to circle around his wrist as you try to guide his finger into your throbbing hole, but Minghao holds his stature firm.

“Say it, or I won’t make you feel good,” he threatens, and your eyes widen as a complaint bubbles at your throat. The way Minghao gives you that warning, predatory look shuts you right up.

“Oh—oh fuck,” you finally mewl. The way your plush lips let the word fall so kindly from your lips has Minghao’s head spinning, and he can’t even find it in him to control himself when he finally sinks his fingers into your hot cunt. “Minghao—”

“So scandalous, huh pretty?” Minghao asks you with condescension dripping from his tone as your eyes roll to the back of your head when he rubs his fingers against your gummy walls. “The perfect fairy … messing around with some fuckin’ mean-faced, bad, bad demon.”

“‘s’not like that,” you try to gasp out, core throbbing when he somehow sinks his fingers in deeper. Your legs writhe around Minghao, but his firm hand plants itself on your right thigh, pressing you down and into compliance.

He hums lowly, the sound rumbling deep in his throat as he watches you struggle to keep your composure; Minghao can see it already—the way your forearms tremble under your weight as you lose yourself to him entirely. “You sure fairy? ‘cause from what I’m seeing … it’s exactly like that.”

There’s a protest right at the tip of your tongue but then he grazes against this one spot inside your hot, tight cunt that has you crying out, head thrown back, eyes rolling all over the place until you’re panting: “M-Minghao it feels—oh, don’t stop!”

There’s a dark sort of grin that tugs at his plush lips as those words leave your mouth. With one eyebrow raised, he starts to fuck his fingers into you faster, thumb toying roughly with your clit as you mindlessly buck your hips into his hand. “Aw, my pretty’s gonna cum? You gonna cum?”

There isn’t a single thought in your mind, and even if there was, you wouldn’t be able to comprehend what Minghao was saying, yet still there’s that funny, burning feeling building in your stomach as all you know is that you don’t want to let it—you can’t let it stop. “Y-yeah,” you whimper as your walls tighten around his fingers. “Yeah … H-hao—I wanna cum.”

Minghao smirks at the slurred words, placing a kiss on your shoulder blade when he feels you spasm under him. “Cum for me, fairy,” he murmurs when you cry out his name, hands flying up to grip his shoulders as waves of pleasure crash down on you.

Broken words die at your lips as you erupt into high pitched moans , orgasm taking over you; Minghao sucks and nips at your neck until finally tracing his lips up to yours, engulfing you in a deep kiss as you ride out the high.

“There we go fairy, pretty fairy … looks so cute when she cums …” Minghao says once he finally pulls away, gazing down at your blown out eyes as you struggle to sit up right. Steadily, he lifts his hand from between your legs, tracing the warm stickiness across the insides of your thighs before holding it up in front of your face.

“Th-that’s—” You inhale deeply before continuing, still staring at the glistening arousal that coats his fingers. “—that’s embarrassing, Minghao,” you rush out, reaching out to swat his hand away, but he dodges and instead plunges the fingers in his own mouth.

His eyes don’t break away from yours, staring down at you in a way that has your sensitive core buzzing all over again with that sweet excitement. “You taste so good, pretty,” Minghao says lustfully, finally pulling his fingers out with a loud popping sound. He watches you carefully for a few moments—the way your pupils are dilated, your bare chest heaving gently, skin wearing a glossy layer of sweat, face flush with swollen lips …

Minghao wants to ruin you.

“You’ll let me do more, pretty?” he asks, and the way he peers down at you with dark, alluring eyes has your head nodding before you can even think to imagine what Minghao means by more. “Good fairy,” he purrs, crawling onto his knees back between your legs, nudging your thighs apart.

“What—what are we doing?” you ask him innocently, eyes widening when he reaches for the dark, ragged shirt that hugs his torso and pulls it off. Your first instinct is to reach out and touch because fuck, he’s beautiful, and you’ve always been one to admire the beautiful.

His body is firm with muscle, heavy round shoulders shining under the moonlight as you back into the ground. Minghao is on top of you now, hands on either side of your head as he hovers over you. “You’ll feel good,” he tells you, watching how you run your hands all over his sides as if you were a child being shown candy for the first time.

“Again?” you ask innocently, eyelashes batting up to look him in the eye as your hands instinctively find the waistband of his pants. Minghao lets one corner of his lips lift up in a half smile, nodding his head as if to tell you to go on.

“Yeah, again,” Minghao reaffirms, and you’d be lying if you didn’t squeeze your thighs just a little closer together at the thought. “We’ll feel good together,” he says, and oh this will mark the loss of your sanity, because something in your blood buzzes at the thought of Minghao feeling good right alongside you and you spiral.

Suddenly desperate, you’re yanking down his pants—you don’t even know what’s coming your way (have no clue really), but you also don’t care because you’re just so needy and you know (you just know) Minghao will give it all.

“There we go,” he coos, helping you out with one hand to shove down the dark pants and black underwear that sits beneath. His length springs out in an instant, firm as it hits against your inner thigh with a loud slapping sound that rings in your ears.

Eyes glossy as you mindlessly gaze down at him, your mouth watering at the mere sight of the flush red tip, milky white oozing out from the top and glittering under the minimal light. “You like the sight, fairy?” he asks, reaching to pinch your cheek lightly. Your nose scrunches up for a moment, but you soon lean into his touch when your eyes trail back down to his thick length.

“Y-yeah,” you admit bashfully, letting him shuffle closer between your legs until his length sits on your stomach, balls pressed against your puffy folds. The light contact has your head going dizzy already, and takes every ounce of self restraint to not moan at the feeling.

“G’na be right here here,” Minghao mutters, running his wet fingers over the base of his length, holding it up just to tap it back down on the base of your stomach. “Cock’s gonna fuck you all the way here,” and the thought of being so deep seems to be just as numbing to Minghao as it is to you because you catch the way he gulps down hard.

“Please,” you choke out when he shifts against you, his cock brushing against your throbbing clit a bit harder. “Please—fuck, I need it now, Hao—please.”

“Poor fairy,” Minghao groans, pulling his hips back so his cock no longer rests against your stomach but now slides between your sticky folds. “Poor, poor baby … begging a filthy demon for his cock.”

The way your cunt tightens around nothing at his words has you questioning everything anyone has ever told you, but the thoughts are wiped from your mind when his fat tip nudges against your now aching hole.

“Oh fuck, it’s s’big Minghao,” you murmur when he presses himself into you. “O-oh, I don’t—I don’ think s’gonna fit,” you gasp out when he slips in further, eyes stinging with tears of both pain and pleasure.

“You want to stop?” he asks, stilling his movements.

“No!” you exclaim, a little too quickly maybe, because your excitement has Minghao’s eyes darkening in a way that tells you you’re really in for it now. “I-I—no … I don’t want you to stop.”

“Hm,” Minghao hums while nodding. “Then there’s nothing to worry about,” he says casually in that low, gravely voice that has your breath getting stuck in your throat. “I’ll make it fit.”

Your legs tremble when he sinks his length into you even deeper, punching moans right out of your lungs and squirming under his arms until you feel his pelvis brush against your clit. You’re a babbling mess right now, Minghao having his chest pressed against yours as you whisper into his mouth about how it “feels so good,” how you “feel s’full,” how you’re “in love … so in love.”

“See fairy,” he murmurs, dragging his length out at a dangerously slow pace before shoving back into you at once so fast his balls slap against your skin with a harsh sting. “Made it fit, didn’t I?”

You wanna cry out and say yeah, yeah he fucking did, but your tongue feels like lead when you try to speak, only moans and squeaks of pleasure escaping your lips as his cock fucks into you faster. Minghao’s got one hand by your head, the other trailing all over your body—tracing the curves of your torso, cupping the flesh of your tits, playing with the sensitive nub of your nipple—you might as well be insane from the way your blood rushes at the feeling.

It’s so much—so, so, so much and you aren’t even sure how your body is taking it all, but there Minghao is, whispering sweet, dirty nothings by the shell of your ear.

“You like it? You like it don’t you fairy?”

“Wonder what the other fairies would think of this …”

“Moan louder pretty … put on a show for the whole damn forest, will you?”

It’s a muddled mess in your head, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you dig your heels into the ground to help thrust your own hips upwards to meet the snap of Minghao’s hips. The sloshing puddle of wetness between your thighs lets out obscene sounds that bounce off the trees around you. You wonder if you should be ashamed by how the sound makes your cunt clench.

“Put your hands up pretty,” Minghao grunts through sharp, pointed thrusts. The words fly over you for a moment, not understanding a bit of what he’s saying until his movements still and your eyes widen.

“W-what—why’d you—”

“Put your hands up.”

“S-sorry,” you moan in blind compliance, quickly lifting your hands and crossing your wrists above your head. Minghao’s larger hand is over them in an instant, pressing them into the soft grass as he goes back to fucking into you.

It’s messy now; hips jamming into hips in a passionately frantic pattern that has your body throttling in all kinds of directions until that familiar feeling balls inside of you once more. “Hao, ‘m gonna cum—”

“Wait. We’re supposed to feel together, right? Isn’t that right fairy?”

“Fuck!” you whine, hands thrashing under the strong hold Minghao has on you, desperate to touch him. “Don’t think I can wait, Minghao—oh—”

“You can do it fairy, do it for me,” he demands, punctuating the last word with a deep thrust that has your stomach feeling like it’s being pushed just to make room for him. “Hold it,” he orders, and you would be damned if you disobeyed Minghao, and so you dig your fingers into his back and pull him down for a deep kiss, trying to hold off from your impending orgasm.

He kisses you sloppily, and there’s tongue and teeth and lips all over each other until you’re both pantining into each others’ mouths. “Are you gonna cum?” you ask frantically when he pulls away, eyebrows furrowed with pure desperation. “Please—please, oh my g—Minghao, I need a cum!” you cry out as your walls begin to flutter and your legs begin to shake.

“Cum fairy—cum all over me,” Minghao groans when you tighten around his cock as he rails into you relentlessly, feeling his own end come near. “Lemme cum inside, pretty, fuck—”

Your mind spins at the thought of Minghao filling your hot cunt up and you can’t even think straight before you start to beg, “Yes, yes, yes please.”

“Fuck, gonna let me fill this fairy pussy all the way up, huh? Oh—pretty, fuck I’ll cum if you keep squeezing me like tha—oh.”

Something warm fills your core, walls spasming in an overstimulated mess as Minghao continues to fuck the oozing liquid back into you with vigor. “Shit—Minghao,” you whimper once his hips finally start to slow and eventually still, softening cock flopping out of your drenched folds.

His eyes are sharp as they watch you look up at him hazily. “That felt nice,” you murmur, swaying a little as the aftermath of two orgasms leaves you a trembling mess. Minghao is quick to reach for you, steadying you in his arms and onto his lap, bringing you in for a kiss.

It’s soft and sloppy, and you can feel your senses getting muddled up all over again as you cuddle into him. Minghao chuckles softly, looking down at your figure and then the dark trees that are around.

“Fuck, fairy …” He grins when he catches a glint of a dark eyed demon in the shadows. “You really put on a damn show, huh?”

(Minghao wonders how many times he’ll get to fuck you before Jeonghan starts telling the other demons about your guys’ little secret. Not that that’ll stop him anyways—he’s got the prettiest fairy in the whole damn forest at the palm of his hands, and he’d be damned if he let you go.)

[beomiracles]

Beomie (man is just sick in my head i can't think of anybody else in txt able to do this) as the captor. Sickly arranging play hunt or hide and seek every month just for the thrill of it, making it super realistic and possible for his girl to escape but she always fails.

are u insane lol. I love this. full fic on this one when?

tw, kidnapping, imprisonment, prey/predator, beomgyu is lowkey very insane, injuries/blood.

your fingers dig into the soil, dirt gathering under your nails as you crawl forward. it was dark, you could barely make out the path ahead, but you knew that you had to keep going. his laugh, sinister and maniac, echoes around you, but where it's coming from you can't tell.

it was futile, you knew that much. he would do this every single time. he would feed you with hope, he would make you believe that this time, this time you actually had a chance. ― but he would never let you go, this was all part of his games.

still, as the light of the main road comes into vision, you slowly find yourself filled with that very hope. you crawl with newfound desperation, ignoring the flaring pain that shot through your bleeding leg. ― freedom was within your grasp.

"h-help..!" your voice is hoarse, strained thanks to the effort it took just to move forward. "someone help me!"

a branch snaps somewhere behind you, and your blood runs cold. beomgyu's voice echoes through the dark trees, the sound is sickening to your ears. ― "warm or cold?" he sing-songs, his light and cherry tone laced with malice.

you don't reply, intent on following the dim light ahead as you fight for your freedom, for your life. ― "oh come on now, give me a hint!" the demand is followed by a chuckle that made the leaves on the trees turn away. the whole forest cowered at the sound.

tears flow down your cheeks, and you bite down on your lip hard enough to draw blood, anything to stop yourself from making noise. this would be the time you actually made it, this would be your salvation. you would finally be free of him and you-

"warm."

his voice is closer now, a lot closer. fuck, how did he manage to trail you like this. you pick up your pace, your arms scraping the cold and hard ground as you crawl forward. you're panting, loud enough for him to hear you're certain of that.

bushes rustle behind you, twigs snapping and his sinister fucking laugh ringing in your ears. ― "warmer..." you can make out his voice perfectly now, he couldn't be far.

but the road was so close, it was just there, just within reach. you see cars passing, their strong headlights blinding you as they drive by. this time you don't care anymore, you scream at the top of your lungs, begging and pleading for someone to help you, to save you.

"please! please help me!" ― "help please!"

it's to no avail. there was no one coming for you now. you had no one to rely on but yourself. groaning in pain, you struggle forward, sweat pooling on your forehead and running down the sides of your face. ― "warmer!" he sounds excited, almost squealing now.

desperation consumes you, terror and fright pulsating with each furious beat of your heart. just a little more...just a tiny bit more...

a firm hand wraps around your ankle, his grip harsh and unforgiving. you freeze, your heart practically stopping as all hope vanishes within the blink of an eye. ― beomgyu's chuckle is low as it rumbles within his chest, and you can feel his hot breath against your neck.

"gotcha."

he yanks you backward and you let out an ear piercing scream as the lights of the road ahead shrink until they're no longer within sight. ― beomgyu flips you onto your back, his dark and wide pupils meeting your terrified eyes.

"you lost", he states, a wide grin plastered across his face. your stomach drops, and you struggle to swallow a big fat gulp. beomgyu's fingers are hot against your cheek as he turns you face in his hands. "it's alright.." he murmurs as he leans in to press a soft kiss to your lips. you cringe at the action.

"I'll let you try again next month."

[dirtyvulture]

Operation: Avalanche

Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Sergeant!Reader

18+ only read at your own risk

Summary: Your first big mission on deployment doesn’t go as planned. 

Word count: 3636

AN: Reader has a penis, no pronouns used.

This is Part 3 in my Sergeant Beef series. It is the main canon version of this very angsty AU I wrote.

“If we get out of here alive, I’m making Fury pay for my next vacation out of his own pocket!” Sam Wilson shouts, dropping onto his stomach as bullets fly over his head.

“Add me to that list,” you respond, yanking the empty magazine out of your rifle and popping in a fresh one. 

“Sergeant, I think we need to retreat!” Peter Parker says in a shaky voice, a few yards away where he cowers behind a boulder. 

When you don’t respond, your brain racing to formulate an escape plan, Sam does. “And where are we going to go?” Your team was cornered on the side of a mountain, gunfire raining down from above while the rustling of the bushes below indicated another group were coming up for you. 

“Maximoff, did you put out the distress signal?” you ask.

“Already did, Sarge! Air support is three minutes out!”

Three minutes was a long time, especially in a hostile environment where every second of action counted. 

BOOM.

A boulder, close to the one Peter was taking cover by, explodes into gravel. Everyone ducks and you watch your soldier slump forward, tangling in the strap of his own rifle, laying on his side motionlessly.

“We need to move!” you command. “Start heading east and stay away from the rocks!”

Sam looks at you like you’re crazy to take everyone out of a position of cover, but it’s not very good cover anymore if it can be used against you. You crawl down to where Peter lies, pressing your fingers to his neck and feeling a weak pulse. Adrenaline fuels you as you pick him up, throwing him over your shoulders, your knees protesting at the significant increase of weight, but you maintain a low center of balance and start running after Sam.

“Keep moving, keep moving!” you urge, your ears dulled to the gunfire around you. Your calves burn, your back straining to stay balanced on the uneven terrain with almost 200 pounds of extra weight on top of you. But you promised General Fury that you would bring home everyone on this mission, even at the cost of your own life.

Sam suddenly drops to his knee in front of you and for a moment you think he’s been hit, until he brings up his gun and fires at the bushes near the base of the mountain. 

“Wilson, let’s go,” you pant, more concerned with getting out of the battlefield than trying to hold your own. 

“Hold on, Sarge, I got a clear shot–”

Blood suddenly stains the side of Sam’s head. It isn’t until he turns to look at you, his eyes wide, that you realize the blood isn’t his. 

It’s yours.

Your right leg completely gives out and a hot pain rips up your thigh, taking your breath away. Blood pools heavily on your fatigues and you know you were hit in a bad spot. Peter’s weight on your shoulders causes you to fall forward and you lose your grip on him as he rolls onto the ground.

“Wilson, Wilson take Parker,” you gasp, patting your vest for a tourniquet. 

“I’m not leaving you, Sergeant,” Sam says. 

“Get everyone else to safety. Keep moving until the bird comes in,” you say, your hands shaking as you struggle just to undo the velcro of the tourniquet. 

“Sarge–”

“That’s an order.” There is no time for arguments. 

“Let me help you, at least.” Sam takes the tourniquet and slips it up your leg, cinching it tightly above the wound until you can’t feel anything below the strap. He grabs Peter, placing him in the same fireman’s carry you had him in, and starts running away as you take your rifle out to provide coverage. 

You prop yourself against a rock, firing at any movement in the bushes. Your heart hammers against your chest and you force yourself to stay focused and not to look after Sam and the other soldiers making greater and greater distance from you. While you would rather not be alone, bleeding out on foreign soil, you know this is your duty and the responsibility you accepted. 

One minute until the rescue helicopter arrived. 

You count down your bullets, firing sparingly but feeling like for every person you take down, two more appear. A bullet grazes your cheek and the pain is distracting but welcoming from the fear of death. You aren’t really ready to die, but if today is your day, you will accept it with grace. 

You think about Natasha and how you hadn’t seen her in three months. How ferociously she fought your deployment and how devastated she was when General Fury wouldn’t budge on your assignment. The last few nights you two spent together were ones you would never forget, and you hoped you would get the chance to spend one more with her. 

You twist around to fire near the mountain tops, unable to take on pressure from both angles. As you struggle to reload, another bullet catches you in the side. The pain is explosive and literally blinding as you fall onto your back, helpless and exposed, gasping for air with a punctured lung. You fight to sit back up, your fingers slippery and wet with blood as you maintain a death grip on your weapon. It feels impossibly heavy in your arms now as you try to lift it, using a rock as a crutch when you realize you’re too weak to hold it on your own.

Blackness threatens the edges of your vision and you’re painfully aware of how agonized your breathing sounds as you struggle to draw in air to stay focused. The trigger of your rifle feels like it weighs 1000 pounds, and every shot you take takes considerable effort. 

You hear the whistle before the grenade impacts behind you, sending you flying into the air like a ragdoll. You’re not even sure which way is up when you finally land, breathing in dirt and blood. For some reason, you feel embarrassed that this is how they’re going to find your body, if your team gets to you before the enemies do. All the strength you had ever possessed, all the life you had ever lived, crumpled and crushed into a broken body. 

You can’t keep your eyes open anymore, as hard as you try. All the noises surrounding you, the gunfire, the screaming, the explosions, seems to fade away. You think about Natasha again, her arms wrapped around you while you lie on her chest, listening to her strong heartbeat while she tells you about all the plans she has for you two. You’re still waiting for the day she finally says that she loves you, but maybe that wasn’t something you were destined to hear. 

Unconsciousness takes you slowly and you finally give in, still hoping that your team escaped harm and that you would reunite with Natasha one day.

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When you try to open your eyes for the first time, it feels like you have anchors attached to your eyelids. It takes you so much effort you don’t even think it’s worth it, until bright white lights cut through and you feel light-headed as consciousness returns to you.

“Y/N? Hey, Y/N?”

“Someone get the doctor.”

“Vitals are spiking.”

You hear voices but don’t recognize them, suddenly overwhelmed by an intense pain that attacks every bone in your body. You’re completely paralyzed by it, your teeth grinding together while you fight to stay awake, but after a few seconds, the pain starts to dissolve into a manageable numbness and you sigh in relief.

“Sergeant Y/N, if you can hear my voice, can you open your eyes for me?”

You’ve been trying to do that this whole time, but your body is reacting so slowly it’s frustrating.

“How about you move a finger for me?”

You try to heed the instruction, but now you’re so numb you’re not sure if you’re moving anything.  

“It’s a lot to ask so soon after surgery. We should wait a little while longer.”

There is the shuffling of footsteps.

“Y/N?”

You recognize Natasha’s voice instantly and your eyes fly open, squinting at the harsh lights. It takes you a few seconds to focus on your surroundings, but you come to realize you’re in a hospital bed, wearing only a flimsy paper gown and the entire right side of your body is covered in casts and gauze. 

“Y/N?” Natasha jumps up, holding onto your left hand that you see has a clear plastic tube taped to the veins. “Oh my God, you’re actually awake. How do you feel, baby?”

Your mouth tastes like you swallowed a handful of sand. It takes a second before you have enough saliva in your mouth to speak. “Wheremeye?” you garble out. Natasha grabs a white cup from the nightstand and holds it to your lips so you can take a few sips. “Thanks…” you gasp, surprised at how much saying one word hurts. “Where…Where am I?”

“Fort Sam,” Natasha answers. You notice how she hasn’t let go of your hand once. She’s dressed casually, her hair tied into a messy bun that would not pass even the most generous of uniform inspections. Her eyes are red and irritated, her cheeks dry, like she’s spent the last 24 hours crying.

“S-Sam?” you ask, you mind first going to your teammate. 

“Fort Sam in Houston, Texas,” Natasha says. “They brought you here to the medical center after your mission was compromised.” 

“Mission?” The memories come back to you in pieces. You remember the ambush, Peter getting knocked out by an explosion, carrying him to safety before taking a bullet yourself, then telling Sam to go on with the rest of the team while you stayed behind and tried to cover them. “My team…Where’s my team?”

“They’re fine,” Natasha says. “Parker had a minor concussion, and the rest had some scrapes and bruises, but everyone is fine.”

“Good, good.” You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if something worse had happened to your teammates, although you’re not exactly thrilled with your current position either.

“Do you remember what happened?” Natasha asks. 

“A little bit.” But you’re not ready to talk about it and she can sense that. 

“I love you,” Natasha blurts out suddenly.

“Huh?” you say dumbly, although you had heard her perfectly clear.

“I love you so much, and I was so worried when Fury called me and said your team had been ambushed and that you were in critical condition,” she rambles. “I didn’t know if I was going to see you again, and then I thought about how I never told you how I really feel about you…”

“Do you mean it?” you ask, wondering if this confession was just a result of the high emotions. Natasha was an infamously private person, even around you, but she had eventually warmed up to you in a way she hadn’t to anyone else before. Still, this was a level of emotion you had never seen from her before and you wanted to make sure it was real.

“I love you with all my heart,” she says, holding your hand tighter and leaning forward to kiss your cheek gently. “And I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“I love you, too,” you say, with as much passion as you can muster. You want to reach out and wrap her in a hug, hold her tightly and promise her that you’re not going anywhere, but you’re so weak you can’t even squeeze her hand back. 

Natasha stays close to your side as the painkillers lull you back into unconsciousness. Her presence is comforting and you know you’ll be safe with her watching over you.

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You wake up a few hours later, Natasha still next to you, and a doctor comes in to bring you up to speed. Your entire team had been evacuated from the field successfully, with you sustaining the worst injuries with bullets going through your thigh and right lung. You also broke your right arm when you landed wrong on it after being propelled into the air by a grenade explosion. Long story short, your body was a complete mess and it would be a few months before you would be back to your usual self. 

Natasha cashed in all her time off to stay with you as long as she could at the Fort Sam base. You were a little surprised but grateful, and having her around kept your mind off the fact that you were stuck in a bed for weeks. You had a lot of visitors, most of them your superiors and co-workers, but you preferred Natasha’s company over any of them. 

One day you’re watching workout videos on YouTube, jealously groveling over the fact that by the time the doctors let you out of bed, you probably wouldn’t be able to lift even 5-pound weights without a struggle, Natasha comes in with some plastic basins and a few towels folded under her arms.

“Hello,” you say, closing your laptop to give her your full attention. “What are those for?”

“Your nurse told me it’s your bath day,” Natasha says. “And I figured you might want me to help you over her.”

“Are you jealous?” you tease, as she goes over to the sink and fills one of the bowls with water. 

“No,” she says, and you don’t believe her for a second. “I just want to make sure you’re taken care of.”

“Everyone here has been really good to me,” you defend. 

“Yeah, but your nurse can’t take care of you the way I can.” She looks over her shoulder at you with a smirk. 

“Oh.” Obviously, it had been nearly impossible for you two to be intimate because of your injuries, and with the number of medications you were on and everything else going on, you hadn’t really been in the mood. But when Natasha looks at you with lustful eyes, the blood rushes into your groin and you’re immediately light-headed.

Natasha comes back to your side and assembles all the supplies she needs. You watch quietly, not new to this process, but curious to see if she’s just as competent as your nurse was. 

“Do you want me to wash your hair, too?” she asks.

“If it’s not too much.” You hate feeling so helpless and like a burden to others, even if it was their jobs. You still can’t even get out of bed to use the bathroom, and the mental effort it takes to summon the courage to press the call button when you need something is the equivalent of running a marathon.

“I can do that,” Natasha says. It’s rare to see her soft side, but you won’t tease her compassion. You suspect that she’s actually thrilled at this opportunity to take care of you, but again, you won’t comment.

She starts by laying you on your back and propping your head inside an inflatable basin. With surprising proficiency, she rinses your hair and lathers in a foamy shampoo, while you close your eyes and enjoy the massage. She nudges you awake and sits you back up, drying your hair with a loose towel.

“How is that?” she asks.

“It felt really nice,” you say. 

“Good.” She’s acting almost strangely professional with you, but you don’t question it. She takes off your gown and wets a washcloth, wiping it over your face and neck, then across your shoulders and down your left arm. You notice her linger along the scar on your bicep and flex your arm experimentally to see her reaction. Luckily, it hasn’t been too long that your muscles have atrophied from the lack of use, but you want to take advantage while you still can. Natasha doesn’t say anything, but you see the corners of her lips lifting in a small grin. 

She washes your chest and abs, careful around the gauze pad taped to your side where a bullet had spiraled through your ribs and poked a hole in your lung. When she lifts the gown off your legs, she chuckles at the fact that you’re not wearing any underwear and also ragingly hard. 

“Uh, this doesn’t normally happen with my nurse,” you defend, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment, even though you’re certain this is as much of a turn on for her as it is for you.

“It’s okay. I’ll take care of that once I’m done washing the rest of you,” she says with a wink, and you feel yourself throb at the prospect.

She washes your legs and feet, then carefully rolls you onto your side to wash your back and butt. It feels awkward now to have her take care of you like this, for her to see how useless you are that you can’t even wipe your own ass, but she doesn’t say anything until you’re rolled back over. 

“Almost done,” she says, grabbing a fresh washcloth and carefully wiping your groin area. “There we go.”

“Thanks, Nat.” You watch her take all the supplies away and wash her hands in the sink, suddenly feeling very sleepy despite the fact that you did literally nothing. You lean back against your pillows and close your eyes. When you open them only seconds later, Natasha is pulled up in a chair by your bedside. 

“If you’re tired, you can sleep,” she says. 

You shake your head stubbornly. Every second Natasha is with you, you want to take advantage of. Because she won’t be with you forever–literally, since in a few weeks she would have to return to Fort Bragg in North Carolina, and you didn’t know when you’d see her after that. It could be several more months that you were stuck here, working through physical therapy and any subsequent surgeries you needed. Natasha said she would try to relocate to a base closer to you, but she couldn’t make any promises. 

You hold out your hand for her to take and squeeze her fingers as tightly as you can. 

“I love you,” you say, fearing that you can’t get the point across enough. Your near-brush with death taught you a lot, most importantly how not to take any moments for granted. 

“I love you, too,” Natasha responds, and the heart rate monitor embarrassingly outs your excitement when the beeping skyrockets for a few seconds. She laughs. “Well, looks like you can’t hide anything from me anymore,” she says.

“I wasn’t hiding anything,” you say, your eyes darting to between your legs, where you are still very exposed and very hard. “Also, you made this happen and you did promise you'd take of it," you remind her.

“I did.” Natasha reaches over and holds your cock in her warm hand. You try and fail to hide your excitement at her mere touch, glaring at the heart rate monitor in frustration. “Don’t be mad, it’s kind of hot how nervous I make you,” she says.

“I’m not nervous, I’m just happy you’re here,” you explain. 

“Oh, I can see you’re very happy.” She starts stroking you slowly and you struggle to sit up so you can watch. Her thumb rubs circles around your tip and you sigh in pleasure. You had been entirely uninterested in getting yourself off when you had been alone, but with Natasha here, it suddenly feels right. 

As pre-cum drips out of the head, Natasha wipes it off and rubs it up and down your cock, keeping a tight pressure with her fingers that almost has you moaning if you hadn’t stopped yourself. Your hips try arching off the bed, but the movement causes too much pain in your thigh so you’re forced to stay grounded. The muscles in your abs tense as you breathe heavily, helplessly reaching or the railing of the bed with your good hand to stabilize yourself. 

“Fuck, Nat, that feels so good,” you whine when she adds her other hand, but even then your length is so big she can’t cover it all with both hands. Your cock is practically glistening with you own pre-cum now, and you tilt your head back into the pillow with a moan when Natasha rubs the sensitive spot below your tip. 

“Don’t make a mess,” she warns, her hands jerking you faster, twisting her wrists in opposite directions. You squirm on the bed, embarrassed at how soon you’re about to cum, but you blame it on the medications and your lack of practice. As your breathing picks up, your side stretches and there is a lightning bolt of pain up your ribs, but you ignore it as the ball of arousal in your stomach tightens.The slick noises your cock makes as Natasha pumps you in and out of her hand are so filthy that your head spins. 

“Oh, God. Please, Nat, I think…can I…I’m gonna…” You are completely incoherent as you watch Natasha jerk you off, throbbing in her hands so hard that she can feel your heartbeat. You have no idea how you’re not going to make a mess, unless she stops touching you, but you can’t think of anything you want less right now. 

Without saying anything, Natasha leans over and sucks your tip into her mouth. The wetness and warmth of her mouth is too much and you grunt as you release yourself in a few rather weak spurts. She swallows everything you give her, her tongue licking up every drop, before she draws back and smiles at you. Your cock is limp against your leg almost immediately. 

“That felt really nice,” you pant, flopping back on the bed, truly spent now. “I’ll return the favor soon, baby. I promise.”

She gives your cock a soft pat. “I know you will.”

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AN: And all is well again. It was nice seeing Sergeant Romanoff being soft with Sergeant Beef for once. :)

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[anyaeras]

Moya litttle spider || N.Romanoff

Pairing || vampire Natasha Romanoff x AFAB reader

Warning || smut! ,, they/them pronouns ,, reader has a pussy ,, loss of virginity ,, innocent kink (kinda) ,,  possessive ,, a little manipulation ,, Russian usage 

Summary  || y/n was a vampire hunter in their village ,  ended up being fucked by the queen.

FYI || this is short and just smut plus I spent 20 min on it

Masterlist

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Y/n was a hunter, a human hunter at that, known for being ever so brave, the society was split between multiple species, vampires, being one of the dominating species. humans seemed to be on the lower end of the totem pole and would wallow in fear, cowering down to the enhanced.

Tonight was no different than most, y/n was out with the rest of the hunters in the community, their human town was small, but well-kept, and they did well making a system which became their way of living, a few selective people became hunters each person had a different reason for why they were a hunter, which was the most dangerous job, being a Hunter meant constantly putting your life on the line in order to protect your people, most despised the thought of anybody going through that, yet y/n had no one to care for them anyway, their parents were preoccupied, and they never made any friends, they lived as the "wanderer" inside their small town.

"Come on get your shit and let's go, we need to be quick" Kent called out, he was a tall and large man, he was in charge of the hunters for this community, yelling specifically at y/n, they hadn't meant to fall behind just it was a lot for someone their size to carry, that's what they get for being a hunter, shit they only even took this job to try and prove they were worth something to their parents, to show they were just as good as their brothers....

Running to keep up, already a few steps behind y/n was able to catch up to the rest of the squad.

"Draw your weapons" was ordered after a quick rumble with heard between the bushes. Y/n was fumbling with their bow, proceeding to just brush it off and go for a dagger, removing it from their leg holder. Yet in a flash it seemed something had pulled the weapon away. There y/n watched as the whole team ran, fleeing from the situation, leaving no help or communication with y/n, who out of absolute instant stumble back tripping over a long root, cause them to tumble to the ground, as the hunter was trying to pull themself together getting up to run following their group a lengthy hand was felt grasping their arm , panic set in quickly, now holding no weapons having no way to fight back, all y/n could do was try and run, yet due to the firm grasp it seemed the attempts were absolutely pointless, finally the creature who had a hold on y/n flip them around becoming face-to-face with a vampire...not just a vampire clearly a royal vampire.

"Aren't you a little small to be a hunter Дорогой" the red headed women who stood tall above y/n spoke down to them.

Y/n was in a pickle that was for damn sure, no place to run, the idea that this was the end and that this vile creature who stood before them whom might they add was extremely pretty for being a vampire....well what was y/n to compare it to it's not like they've met any other vampires, the only had any idea about them due to story's which have been told throughout the community....but that's besides the point.

"I am not, I am just as capable to be a hunter as any of those men" every small ounce of braveness was pulled from their body as they stood as tall as they possible could in front of the much larger women.

"Aren't you cute, well I'm sure you are just as strong as those big bad men, but maybe even braver they just took off and left you here for me, isn't that right Дорогой" the soft voice was taunting to the young hunter, yet there was nothing they could do about it, the vampire had moved closer one hand reached under y/n's jaw forcing them to look up at the vampire meeting eye to eye.

Y/n tried to pull away but was to no success, being held in a state with the vampire.

"You smell....devine" Natasha's raspy tone was echoing in y/n's head, yet it was quick when Natasha made a move, pushing her lips into y/n's which when y/n didn't entirely pull away a smirk was stuck to her Crimson lips.

"Don't tell me, you enjoy the big scary vampire kissing your lips? Mmm?" The tall vampire teased get a firm "never"' from the human, but that didn't stop her, moving her kisses lower finally to her delight a strangled moan slipped prompting Natasha to go on, something was drawing her to the human clearly going to keep the small being.

"Y/n tell me are you a virgin?" The supernatural asked stoping the sloppy kissed abruptly to ask, noticing y/n's heart race increase telling they were about to lie

"No, I-I'm not" y/n tried to keep a straight face and seem confident in the lie yet the tell tale signs would clearly give y/n away.

"Would you like to say the truth now? Or will I have to do it for you?" The vampire stated with almost a cold expression, which cause the humans cheeks to rush to a rosey shade, the long skinny hands of Natasha started to rome y/n'a body, slipping down into the waistline of their pants feeling the soft underwear material slightly damp causing the women to let out a small laugh.

"Wow for a human who came to kill me, you seen wildly turned on" the teasing only turned y/n's face an even darker shade of red, while Natasha fingers moved pushing past their panties to run her fingers between their folds, coating her cold long fingers in y/n's warm juices, the action caused a choked moan to slip out from them only leading Natasha to smirk.

"Look at you doing so well for your first Дорогой (darling) you will be such a good pet for me, you'll like the castle, it's so much better than the village you come from" Natasha's words went right past y/n, the new found feeling of pleaser overtook their thought process.

Slowly Natasha kept going enjoying how y/n was reacting, getting them hot and bothered while their cunt was just dripping, easily only one finger slipped into y/n, causing them to Yelp at this brand new feeling

"My oh my y/n tell me doesn't that feel good, letting me play with your virgin cunt, you seemed to be enjoying it" Natasha pushed on thrusting the one finger in and out before adding a second one making y/n back arch

"Oh my god, please please don't...don't stop" y/n pleaded with Natasha the pleasure of being penetrated was mind blowing, y/n didn't have it in them to think logically about the fact a vampire was fingering their pussy, all they could do was melt into her hold.

Natasha speed up the movement of her fingers yet when the feeling of needed to Piss came over them they tried their best to push away from the supernatural.

"N-no please stop...gotta pee" the words made the vampire laugh, she then saw how innocent her pet was.

"Shh no, just let go" Natasha said keeping her voice soft, while her free hand moved from supporting y/n who also was leaning in a tree, to placing pressure on their clit. With all the motion y/n was thrown over the edge with a long moan, y/n's cum flushed onto Natasha fingers, yet the vampire didn't remove herself from their pussy until they had a moment to come down from their high, the vampire held the human up with one arm, removing her other hand from their pants licking her fingers clean before turning back to y/n.

"You'll be such, a good good pet Мой маленький паук (my little spider)

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

Cursed Warlords AU - Chapter #6 - The Forest

Macaque and Sun Wukong run off into the forest and run into trouble, now they have to be found and saved.

Macaque chirped at Wukong as they bound through the thick forest. With their small forms they were easily able to dodge around bushes and hop over or under branches. The dense forest stood no chance at stopping them. Now while these two didn’t know their exact location they knew what direction they needed to go to get to the ocean.

If they were able to get to the ocean then they would be able to find someone who would understand them. After all several villages around the ocean’s edge have become home to their people, monkey yougai who wished to help their Kings by holding down these villages under their control. Villages which each had a clone of Sun Wukong and Macaque taking care of them, these clones which vanished the minute the curse took effect.

The thought of the curse pissed Macaque off to no end, however he pushed the thought away in favor of following after his mate. It was just the two of them once again and no human to bother them… No human woman to bother them.

“Finally no more woman to hold us back,” Wukong chirped confidently.

Macaque chirped back in agreement as best he could. He didn’t like being held by the woman, that he was sure of… or was he? She was warm and had such a nice voice. She even let them up onto her shoulders when they didn’t want to be held. Rather quickly he those thoughts were quickly thrown out.

How could he have such thoughts!? Was it because his mate now looked like a cub? No. That couldn’t be it. While he held no attraction towards his mate’s tiny form he was still his mate and he wasn’t going to pant after some human woman! He still loved and adored his mate! He was confident in this, the only problem was the curse made him look far too young.

As soon as they fixed the curse, then both he and his mate would never have to deal with anything like this ever again. Yes that’s right, as soon as the curse was over they would be able to return to their own lives. That woman would never be in their thoughts again, they may not hunt her but if they were to see her again maybe they would kill her. A swift death as a single mercy to her… or they could make her a prisoner. Spare her life and keep her as someone to help take care of them.

No! What was he thinking!? He would never bring a HUMAN onto the island.

“Yes good riddance,” Macaque chirped back hoping that his mate didn't’ sense his hesitation.

Luckily or unluckily, Wukong didn’t notice and proceeded to lead the two deeper into the forest. How own mind was racing with many thoughts of his mate and the woman they left behind. She had been so kind and warm to them even though she had no idea who they were. If she were to know who they really were she would be cowering in fear. As she should.

He was confident she’d be horrified for her actions against the two warlords, the King and the Warrior of Flower Fruit Mountain. He was so confident in this fact that it actually kind of hurt, a pain that he threw away as soon as he recognized what it was.

“Now, let’s get home and return to our rightful thrones,” Wukong was sure that he was exaggerating every word, but he didn’t care since all he cared about was the fact that both he and Macaque were going home. And they were getting away from that dumbass human woman.

Of course as soon as these words left his lips in a series of chirps the deep rumble of a growl was heard right behind them. Slowly the two monkeys turned and looked at the large demonic wolf that stood before them. Blood was already dripping from its maw from its last kill. They didn’t even have to look at each other before they bolted.

Using their size they dove under branches and up trees to get away from the beast. Each attempt to get further away was met with the snarl of the wolf that destroyed everything in it’s path. Frantic chirps escaped them as they ran faster and faster feeling energy buzz through them as they were able to speed up just barely passed the wolf’s speed.

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Where the hell were they!? Spirit thought as she bounded through the forest, her eyes following the minisqual path the two monkeys left behind. She had shed her glamour trying to search for these two that annoyed her so much, she was half tempted to just leave the two in the forest to die.

The sound of a growl sounded by her catching her attention. Glancing for a second a scowl covered her face at the sight of a large wolf. Chasing… those dumbass monkeys! Both monkey cubs were bounding towards the village and away from the midnight black wolf that was after their heads.

With a scowl Spirit let out a growl before running towards them, she couldn’t believe that she was actually going to help these two. The wind whipped through her fur as she ran, her feet hitting the ground without an ounce of discretion. Closer… closer… Both monkeys were frantically chirping as they ran, how are they so fast?

*Fwoosh*

Hot red flames were suddenly right in front of the wolf’s muzzle. Immediately it halted, instinctively backing away from the fire as the two monkeys were picked up into welcoming arms. Spirit felt a surge of panic as the wolf snarled at you but with each noise it made you waved the fire in front of its face.

Everything in you screamed to run the other direction but you honestly just couldn’t bring yourself to even move your legs. Everything was absolutely terrifying about this, the sharp teeth that gleamed under the light of the torch, the piercing eyes that stared into your soul, absolutely everything. As if sensing your fear the wolf snapped its fangs at you but you waved the flame once again and the wolf growled.

You held the two monkeys tightly against your chest as you glared down at the wolf which ran away from the flames.

“Reader! What on earth are you doing out here?” Spirit called.

“Fuck- that was absolutely terrifying!” You practically cried holding both of the monkeys closer to your chest.

"Reader! Are you okay?" Spirit yelled as she reached you.

You had collapsed to your knees while holding the two shivering monkeys to your chest. They were both curled into you while letting out quiet rather pathetic chirps as they clung to you like their lives depended on it. They nuzzled to you hoping that you wouldn’t let them go, the very real fear of death hanging over their heads.

“Y-Yeah… Yeah I’m fine. I can’t believe that actually worked,” You let out a nervous laugh at the admission in your own words.

It took a second for Spirit to realize what you meant. However as soon as she did her face heated up with red hot rage. “ARE YOU SERIOUS!?”

You whipped your head to look at her, eyes wide with fright. What did you say!?… Oh. Oh right. Spirit is trying to keep you safe and you just threw yourself into danger that could have easily been avoided. However turning your head back to the two cowering monkeys that curled up against your still rapidly beating heart you couldn’t regret it. They very nearly died!

“Yeah- The man in town said that the monsters stay away from the torches. There were no monsters in the village so I mostly believed him,” You nervously laugh trying to smile for good measure though it was very clearly forced.

Spirit’s eye twitched as she looked at you soothing the two monkeys in your arms. You kept humming a calming tune as they slowly began to calm down. You gently stroked your fingers through the fur of each monkey. You looked anywhere but at the demoness in front of you, who was clearly pissed off with your actions.

"Do you have any idea how stupid that was!?" She suddenly yelled, stomping her foot as she glared at you.

Staring at her for a solid minute a feeling of regret filled your chest. However turning your gaze back down that feeling vanished as the two monkeys shivered in your grasp. Both of them were covered from the dew of the morning and with their size they must have been absolutely freezing.

Without much thought you pulled off your shirt to wrap them in it. Shoving the torch in Spirit's hand, you heard Spirit gasp as you did, but you weren't bothered as you were still wearing a sports bra. Both of the monkeys slowly began to stop shaking and nuzzled into the cloth and each other for warmth.

"There, see everything is going to be okay," you muttered, your eyes calming as you carefully held them.

Spirit was still waiting for a response from you but you had fallen into your thoughts. After having hours of sleep you could finally think clearly, at least much clearer than the day before. You needed to get home and along the way basically adopted two cubs and are stuck with a monkey demoness who wants to help you the way you helped her.

You don't even know if there is a way home, there was no telling if you were stuck here or if you'd return to your world. There was no telling weather you would survive this and yet... you weren't afraid. At least not right now, in the middle of a forest as the sun slowly began rising so that light danced around you. Mist rose around the area as the dew was evaporating.

"I'm sorry for worrying you," your solemn tone caught her off guard, Spirit's eyes widening in shock.

You continued to stare at the two monkeys in your arms, they were so small and helpless. They didn't have parents and they were alone in this world, almost like you. "But I'd do it again."

Spirit didn't even respond as you looked her in the eye, determination blazing through your expression. The light of the fire illuminating your face in the barely lit morning. The sun would get higher and it would get brighter, for now though? It was Spirit's turn to rest.

"Let's get back to the inn, you need some rest," you explained calmly reaching up one hand to hold it against her forehead.

She opened her mouth presumably to protest but stopped short when you stared at her rather firmly. "Alright, let's go."

Finally made the next chapter!! I do hope everyone enjoys this!

As always comments are appreciated and I ask everyone for input on how they like the story or any ideas!

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Part 7 - Burns

[evvyyypeters-fics]

Dragon Prince! Evan Peters Headcanons + ( x gn!reader)

Warnings! Mentions of violence, fluff, little angst, lots of rambling and dragon lore stuff, not rlly proofread

Disclaimer! This is obviously not an accurate representation of Evan Peters as a person. This is a characterized/ fictionalized idea/ concept. Do not take this as fact. It is entirely fiction and based on my own opinions, thoughts and conception.

Good lord this photo does things to me. Eye contact with Evan has me melting

Requested by @jazz-berry (as usual) and inspired by @lemoniiiiiii

Y/N is definitely a self made boss, bounty hunter/ hunter/ pirate/ archer, etc. and Evan is extremely protective over them, it’s in his nature, but he knows how they feel about him being overbearing or getting in the way of them having their independence. So he kind of steps to the side, while keeping a big eye on Y/N. And if they’re ever in immediate danger and he’s around, you know he’s going to be the one to come save their ass instantly. He’ll be dramatic about it too, he has a stoic face where he acts like he isn’t super worried, but he’ll pick Y/N up even if they aren’t injured bridal style and carry them to a log or some sort of chair, bench or bed to sit down and heal.

“Y/N” He shouts, his voice louder than anything you had heard before, it was passionate and almost frantic. And yet, it almost sounded like a roar with the anger that was built up inside.

He rushed towards the dragon that had trapped me at the edge of a forest, its leaves barbed by rows of thorn bushes. To enter them would not only seal my fate, but also be a painful journey. And Evan was allowing neither. His cape bellowed, flickering before my eyes before I could clear the blood dripping from my head and traveling down my eye, his stance confident before the tall beast. He drew his long sword, sheathing it and wielding the heavy weapon between both hands.

I knew that Evan was the ‘dragon prince’ (even though I truly didn’t fully understand what that meant yet), but it still amazed me each time that just the mere look inside of his eyes and the gleam of his large sword made the firey creature cower, picking up its heavy wings, floating above the large scape of land. The grass shuddering beneath each audible flap, Evan’s gaze following the dragon as it rose in the air and turned away, disappearing behind the icy capped mountains in the distant lands. Evan instantly pivoted on his heels towards me, sheathing his sword back into its halter. I could hear the jingle of the chainmail on his armor and the buckle of his boots as he hurried towards me, lowering himself to my wounded position in the grass. He places a leathery, comforting hand on my cheek as he eyes the wound that to his relief, quickly crusted.

“Come on, let's get you out of here.” He says in that same cold tone he always uses. But there’s something oddly sweet with the way he scoops me up from under my knees, forcing my arms to flail around his shoulders, holding him tight as he carries me back to the kingdom like his bride.

“Is this truly necessary?” I ask, flustered. He only hums in response, not letting go. In fact, I swear I could feel his grip get tighter for a moment, adjusting me more comfortably in his arms. My eyes focused on his stubbly chin, his cape flickering behind him in the corner of my eye.

Headcanons:

(lore)

- He’s a dragon prince, so I think he would actually have some sort of DNA connection with the dragons/ spiritual one. His main defense mechanism against them being his ability to communicate with them, more in a telepathic sense. His eyes may glow yellow or have a more “dragon-like” appearance when he uses that part of himself

- He has a sword specifically made to pierce the tough scales of a dragon and is derived from special materials that are toxic to dragons

- Anyone can train a dragon in this world, but he has an easier time due to his communication ability, being able to tame them easier. He has lots of dragons who he is allied with who help me slay the other territories.

- There are multiple kingdoms made of dragons, and they go to war with each other, and humans can get crossed in this mix which is where he comes into the picture

- He’s sort of a hybrid mitigator for dragon-human wars, and even helps the dragon allies with their own turf wars

- His main duty is as a guard/ knight for the kingdom, he keeps watch for dragon attacks as well as humans. He used often as a weapon against dragons by the kingdom

- The royal family of the kingdom doesn’t recognize being a “dragon prince” as a real royal standing, so while he’s technically royalty and is part of a rare bloodline, he is not considered so by many. The highest ranking he has is being close to a commander/ knight, but only in the ordeal of dealing with dragons during war/ an attack

- He has his limits when it comes to slaying dragons. He will only slay dragons that are an active threat to the kingdom or someone he loves. He will never slay a dragon without a valid reason, and will negotiate with them before making any attacks

- He’s part of a royal bloodline, mixed between dragon and human, they’ve existed for thousands of years but were feared by many and slowly died out/ got colonized/ executed. He was abandoned/ his family was massacred when he was young and was found by a blacksmith of the kingdom when he was young. So he didn’t know he was part of the rare bloodline until he came in contact with a dragon when he was 13 and learned of his ability. His father then told him the truth of his origins and he began training as a knight to become a guard in the kingdom, thanks to the help of his adoptive father.

- He sometimes gets visions of the future, of course pertaining to things that involve dragons, but also premonitions of things that could lead to the end of the world. Dragons and humans are interlinked from ancient history, so certain clashes have almost led to the destruction of the world. There were a few ice ages and purges of life, but they eventually came back. Evan can get dreams/ spontaneous visions of these events due to his connection to both human and dragon and it’s essentially his job to keep order.

- There are others like him in the world, but because the bloodline has died out so much, they are rare to come by and most that are aware of what they are have hidden away in fear of being sought after and murdered for their powers.

- The kingdom where Evan lives needs his powers to survive in the kingdom because they live right on the edge of a mountain range where on the other side all the other dragon kingdoms reside, so they are more likely to get attacked or hit in a crossfire. Evan living there gets automatic protection, so he hasn’t left and is given fairly decent hospitality. He also has lived there his entire life and hasn’t put much thought into the outside world. Too focused on the job he has in his home to consider exploring or finding others

(relationship to Y/N)

- Y/N and Evan have known each other since they were kids. Around 6-7. They didn’t always get along, having a more frenemies relationship where they would pick on each other.

- As they got older they both became closer and better friends, relating on the fact that the other teens and children of the kingdom found them weird and they were both slowly isolating to each other

- They spent a lot of time together by the creek/ river, playing in the woods and skipping rocks

- They would both stay out together as long as they could, avoiding their own homes because not only did they not want the fun to end, but they both didn’t want to go back to their homes where their lives didn’t feel perfect or less lonely

- They found solace in their friendship together

- They each had their own separate dreams, Y/N wanted to explore the world outside the kingdom whereas Evan wanted to stay in the kingdom forever and become a knight. This caused them to start fighting again occasionally when the topic was brought up, and as they got even older, they began to distance themselves

- Y/N was the first to know about Evan’s connection to the dragons, having been there when they were playing by the edge of the woods and a dragon came and landed in front of them. Evan, being naturally protective, got in front of Y/N and found he could speak with the dragon and have an understanding. But Y/N, not having any such power just saw the two standing before each other for a few tense minutes before the dragon flew away

- They were both freaked by the incident at the time, and as they talked more about, became slightly excited. Evan already knew he wanted to use his talent to protect the kingdom, but Y/N believed he could do more with it. Like bringing peace between the humans and dragons for millenium.

- Eventually they both turned 18, and Y/N fled the kingdom and began traveling while Evan stayed and became a knight

- They spent at least a decade apart until Y/N came back to the kingdom with a group of thieves, helping them steal money from the townsfolk and hoping to steal the riches from the kingdom. They had their own reasons for doing so, mainly just trying to keep themselves alive and look out for themselves.

- Evan hears about the group of thieves that have entered the kingdom and is tasked with keeping them out of the castle. He catches one of them during a small ambush, realizing it’s Y/N he is confused, angry and distraught. They explain their reasoning for being a part of the group and the pair are still on rocky terms

- In return for not sending Y/N to jail, they come to an agreement/ deal that they will help him track down the rest of the thieves and imprison them

- They slowly reunite and warm back up to each other, remembering the old days as they spend time together getting into fights across the kingdom to find the thieves and catch them before they get to the castle, rekindling their once broken friendship

- They bond over their individual memories, Y/N telling Evan stories of the outside world and what they were doing, and Evan talking about his adventures as a knight and mitigating for the dragons and the kingdom

“You know, when we were kids, I had a huge crush on you.” I laughed as my stomach tickled, feeling the warm flames of the fire flickering, licking and trying to reach me from its cage of rocks and sticks, only getting a small tickle of warmth through the cold night air.

The stars were heavy above, twinkling like the ripples of water from the ocean. I could see Evan’s stoic face, outlined sharply by the yellow flames dancing across it. His cape draped over the back of the thick log he was perched upon. Despite the blank expression on his face, I swear I saw a twinkle in his eyes of surprise and that’s when I felt the air around us get thickly uncomfortable. The silence becomes stale and quieter, practically deafening if it weren't for the chirp of the crickets–which I call the birds of the night. It’s almost as if he can sense that his reaction has made things more awkward, because he lowers his gaze to the fire and says something I truly didn’t expect.

“Yeah, so did I.” His voice is soft, almost romantic in a way. I feel as if the wind has been knocked from my lungs. All this time, the boy–the man, who had been in the back of my mind all of these years. The one who got away, the one who I had never thought in a million years would ever love someone like me. He just admitted he had a crush on me? I could hardly fathom it, let alone hear it. I almost believed I was dreaming.

“Is it that surprising?” He asks curiously, as if I gave him an offended look, realizing that my eyes were probably blown into saucers after what he said because I feel him practically snap me out of a daze with those words, forcing my face to relax. I can almost see a smile stretch at the corner of his mouth after my expression softens, his gaze finally lifted back to me fully and searching my eyes.

“N-No I uh, I mean I just–I didn’t expect that. Really.” I said, my words tripping over themselves. There was that silence again, the loud ambience of the night filling my ears back up like cotton balls.

“You know…” I said slowly, breaking the silence, my eyes flickering around. Trying not to land my gaze back into his eyes as I feel my heartbeat begin to quicken, squeezing inside of my chest. “I still think you’re kind of handsome…” I almost hoped he hadn’t heard me, too flustered by the admittance. My feelings hadn’t changed for Evan since the day I left him, if anything they had gotten worse the moment I saw that it was him who had caught me that day. The way he was so strong, perfectly groomed, the chubby look on his face I had always pictured of him was gone and in return left with the most perfect frame. His light curls thick and fluffy against his head, the length I had remembered that always covered his eyes having been cut to a charming length revealing the deep black pits that were his irises. A color that could only be matched to the obsidian with the way it shimmered and yet there was no light inside of them, as if it was soaked up inside of them.

I gain the courage to look at him again and I’m shocked to see that a rosy tint has spread across the apples of his cheeks and spread to the tips of his ears. His eyes wide, the obsidian black irises stark against his sclera, like a pebble. I cover my lips as I catch an escaped giggle at his expression and he quickly softens it, realizing how stupid his reaction must have been. Now he’s the one who can barely look me in the eye.

There was something different about the rest of that night, in the way that we looked at one another. More attentive, more passionate, something lingering in the distance. Words unspoken and yet so many told. I don’t think I would have traded it for anything.

May do a part two if this is popular. You can request a fic about this concept if you want ♡

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Demonstober Day 10 Wendigo

(In the folklore of some northern Algonquian peoples) a cannibalistic giant; a person who has been transformed into a monster by the consumption of human flesh.

Warnings for mentioning of death, dead animals, blood, and murders.

This is the design for the Wendigo I had in mind.

https://www.tumblr.com/rottencoreflesh101/712093224125251584/monster-gyutaro-for-my-monster-au-not-a-wendigo?source=share

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Beware of the winters that bring with them monsters. 

Beware of the cold winds that bring out the hunger of beasts. 

Beware of the Wendigo.

The cold winds on the outside of the shutters best them against the glass causing a rattling sound to fill the small house like winter itself was beating on your door DEMANDING to be let inside. The cold seemed to seep into your bones despite the fact that you were sat right in front of the fire crackling away, and a thick wool blanket draped over your shoulders. 

Your grasp upon the blanket became tighter than before as you cowered ever further from the rattling sounds of the shutters against glass and the wind howling demanding entry. Your response was to try and block it out by cowering your head beneath the blankets and curling up hoping that it would spare you and leave you be. 

You didn't want this anymore. Ever since your nineteenth birthday it's haunted you. Again and again it's come for you every time the days grow cold and the snow overtakes the valley. Every year there is always new deaths of both people and livestock. No one could ever figure out the culprit but you knew what it was. 

Ever since that horrible day in winter four years ago now. Gathering more firewood for your first late one night on a cold winters night. Your arms full of wood you heard something behind your woodpile. You were stupid enough to approach it assuming it was nothing but a fox or other small predator to scare away.

Quietly you stepped closer to the pine tree with snow crunching under your feet silently. Slowly behind the tree you went and stopped. The wind blew swaying it's branches creepily and looked like thrashing arms. You grabbed a handful and silently and slowly pulled them back.

And you froze at what you saw-

The winds howled as the darkness crept across the skies. The darkness behind the bush shielded your form from the moonlight which cascaded down between the trees and clouds in the sky. The shadows danced and branches creaked as the wind blew them about. Like arms beckoning you closer to grab you away in their rough grip. Drag you into the shadows never to be seen again. The coldness of the air bit down hard on your skin, like painful bee stings pricking your flesh. The terror far greater than seeing a thousand wolves sunk in.

c r a c k

A snapping of bones crunched between teeth. A splatter of red laid across the grass. Feathers coated in the red liquid of life laid there discarded. Unwanted by the maw that consumed the flesh between its teeth. Purple irises shook, watered at the sight before them. A hunched shadow devoured everything in its claws. Chew. Swallow. Devour. Chew. Swallow. Devour. Down the gullet and never to be returned again. Never before seen by prying eyes. A low hiss of air gurgled from the frothing mouth. Like a wheezing choke. A second later a bone escaped from the maw with a choke, spat out to the ground thudding along. A sigh escaped the maw, as if the bone had been uncomfortable in its mouth. Your body felt rigid. Frozen in utter horror as your mind struggled to comprehend the mass sitting before you. The horrors of it all as your jaw opened up in terror and the smell of blood combed into your senses-

Sniff.

An ear flickered from the top of the head. The mouth paused mid bite into the small body and slowly raised up. Stringy black hair fading to green cascaded down it's spine.

SNIFF. SNIFF.

Loud questioning sniffs filled the air-

C R A C K-

An inhuman snap of its neck sounded as it snapped to you. And you froze as yellowed eyes stared at your very soul. And for a long moment neither of you moved for a long moment until there was a chittering noise and a half eaten chicken dropped to the ground from his claws.

IT WAS HER. THE WOMAN FROM THE HOUSE.

Bones crackled and creaked as the creature rose inhuman slowly. High. Higher. And then higher. Your head slowly followed the thing up as the bone crackling stopped and you found yourself staring into the eyes of a man's- No...Beast's...It- ..YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT YOU WERE LOOKING AT!! It was like you were looking at a cross between a man's and animal's face red blood smeared his jaws from the chicken it had been eating however he stopped and stared down it's nose at you easily with it's height. Your hiding place behind the pine tree no longer secure as it continued to stare at your petrified form. There wasn't enough moonlight to fully see what it was standing in the shadows except for part of its face which tilted.... before a wide maw of fangs smirked down at you. Without warning it leaned down and you clamped your eyes shut on instinct. Surely this is the day you died.

SNIFF SNIFF??

You froze more as a warm breath blew over the top of your head and something heavy loomed over you. The only sounds being the thuds of wood that dropped to your feet into the snow. You didn't see it. But you sure as hell F E L T IT!! However a touch to your head made your eyes pop open. Your body didn't even move being too scared but your eyes opened to stare blankly at the leaves of the bush, too scared to look up and see what it was sniffing curiously at your head. The thing above had touched you, and currently had a strand of hair being held in his hands curiously.

What a pretty color. He's never seen a shade of f/c so pretty before. And it felt so soft and silky in his hands. And she even smells nice. Like flowers and fruit. Such a clean and fresh and pure scent.

It made him unintentionally release a growl. "You're lucky you know... Being able to have such delicious traits." A raspy voice spoke out of nowhere.

Your pupils shrank so much they nearly disappeared.

T H I S   T H I N G   C O U L D  T A L K?!

"Do you find me scary? Ugly?", the voice rasped out, like a man with a severely sore throat trying hard to speak after smoking for a hundred years. "It must be nice...Having a roof over your head. A warm meal in your stomach. And a soft bed to sleep in." A growl escaped his throat like a dog. "A pretty thing like you. I have trouble finding any food as your kind constantly hunts me. I can't even catch a break sometimes...Hehe. I suppose it's only fair to eat THEM as my meals instead."

What was it talking about?! What did it want?! ...Food. It mentioned food right?! Your mind flashed back unpleasantly to the..the... whatever it was that it had been eating. It was hungry. Whatever this thing was...It. Was. HUNGRY. WERE YOU NEXT ON THE MENU?! Your scared mind raced at a hundred miles a minute. You were going to die and no one would ever know what happened to you. That thought alone was terrifying enough but you hadn't any idea what 'it' even was that was going to be harming you...Wait. It..It wanted food right? That's why it was here. You then felt the weight of a thing in your pocket. There was a piece of cooked meat in your pocket. A mere hunk of meat you intended on snacking on later. Perhaps you could use it to distract it. At least long enough for you to get back inside. There wasn't any guarantee it was full proof..but what else were you going to do? Ever so slowly, your hand reached for your pocket-

"What are you doing, Pretty thing?" A small tug on the strand of hair still in it's class reminded you of how close it was.

"You're hungry. Right?"

Have you ever experienced an emotion of fear so strong it rendered you completely numb? That's why you came off so calm when in reality you were absolutely terrified. You felt the eyes of whatever it was locked on your hand as it reached into the pocket and wrapped around a hard object folded in paper. Numbly it was pulled out and held up near your head where you heard more sniffing.

"Pork?"

You shakily nodded. The strand of your hair still between it's claws. "It's yours if you want it."

There wasn't a hesitation before it was snatched from your hand and there was a pleased hum and a moment later you heard a loud tearing noise and messy chewing. The same smacking and chewing noises you heard from the thing eating the dead thing, only you didn't hear the sickening cracking of bones...And the touch finally left your hair. The form of whatever it was leaving to stand up too preoccupied with the delicious meat melting in his mouth. Such a beautiful taste. With the looming form partially gone. A numb stiff leg slowly stretched out and took a step back. Nothing happened. She took another soft, quiet, and careful step back. Another one. Another step. And another. Your numb form made it past the tree slowly and then to the middle of the backyard not daring to look up at whatever it was-

"Where are you going, Pretty Thing?"

Your body again froze at the voice. But you were SO CLOSE to your open backdoor. SO CLOSE TO SAFETY!! But you didn't even know how fast this thing could move. One wrong move and you could be dead.

"... I'm going inside. It's getting late and I'm very cold. I don't have the survival instincts to support myself in the cold like you."

There was a silence as the thing stared at the women... intrigued. No one had really given him an answer like that before. It made him chuckle after a moment. "You must be pretty bold to want to take your leave right now while I'm standing in front of you...And so hungry ~ A pretty little thing like you might make for a decent dinner.~"

There was more silence and after a moment purple eyes rose to stare at the yellow ones shining from the shadows. You saw a wide fanged grin but could barely make out the rest of the tall body.

"... Your hunger is not my problem." In an instant, the smile vanished and the eyes blinked. "I gave you my own food and there's plenty of leftover kill behind you. If you're still hungry, go have your fill there. I won't stop you from taking it. Now I'm going inside."

You felt the eyes still stock still as you both stared down at each other before you heard the thing make a questioning noise. "...Eh?"

"You heard me. Take what you need from there but I refuse to be anything's food."

Again there was an awkward silence and you faintly saw the thing eventually tilt its head at you. As if confused. "Hmph...Bold words for someone so brave...or stupid?"

"I'm not stupid. But I am cautious about you. You're hungry so you can go hunt."

"Hmm. Tempting. But what if I want meat from here?"

"By the looks of it you already ate and I already fed you. If you want more meat then there's a stream with fish in it behind you too. I'm not going to feed myself to you." You continued to stare down the creature. "Just take your fill and leave please."

"...And what if I don't want too, Pretty Thing?'

"Then I'll just not talk to you, Pretty Eyes.~" You cooed back to him which... REALLY caught him off guard a he just stared at you.

"....E-EH?!"

Oh?...Was that a stutter?....Wait... Maybe catching it off guard would give you a chance to escape!! It didn't seem to be used to its assumed food talking back. That could be a good thing. Oh how in hindsight you wished you didn't do that.

"You must be rather lonely. Calling me pretty at least four times now. I honestly don't know if you want to flirt with me or just jump straight to the kissing bit."

You jumped suddenly hearing a choked dear bleat cut off by a wheezing noise from the creature. "K-K-KISS?!"

"Yes. That's why you're complimenting me right? Although your eyes are rather pretty too. They remind me of shiny gold coins or sunflowers. So pretty." Another weird inhuman sputtering noise was choked out before you fared to turn around as it seemed distracted. "But never the less, I'm cold. Good night."

You then turned and walked to your door. Not run. If you ran them it might've identified you as prey like any other predator. You got into the doorway snow crunching with every step you took and turned to close the door behind you. It slid shut as you slowly reached over to click the lock shut. There you stood quietly as silence ensued. And then all the panic and fear hit you at once. THUD!! Your body slumped against the door as your arms pressed against the hard wood as you collars to your knees. However your encounter was far from over when you heard it. A snort. A loud snort like an annoyed horse sounded out just behind the door where your head was lying on it, and then there was a louder sniffling noise as you dared not to move. Then there was a humming noise.

"You don't mean those things. My eyes aren't that pretty...Are they?"

"Yes." You didn't know why you answered that. Maybe it was out of fear or automatic politeness but the voice fell silent for a second time.

"...Are you a human? You're really soft looking for one. Are you sure you're not a cupid or Angel?"

"..No."

"Figures as much. You smell human enough....You don't smell of any males either. That means you're not taken are you?" That was more of a statement than question.

"....Why?"

"Why not, Pretty Thing?~ You're definitely pretty enough to drive those crazy enough to fight over you.... Usually pretty girls likee you only want attention. Y'know."

Despite your fear an annoyance bubbled out. "I don't. If all they want from me is my looks when that's superficial. Looks aren't everything."

"Hm...That hadn't been my experience. Most people go for looks first-"

"I don't." Your stern voice cut him off. "I'm not shallow."

Again another hum. "....Not shallow huh? I bet you're lying about that. I bet you'd marry the first handsome face to walk down here. Wouldn't you? It wouldn't even matter if he was a bad person as long as he had a beautiful face and nice body!"

"I promise you I'd marry a beast before I did that."

There was silence behind the door before there was a hiss and something pressed against the wood in the area you were from the other side. The breathing had gotten slightly heavier than before. "A beast..like me?"

"Not without being courted I wouldn't. I won't marry a stranger."

A cheek pressed against the wood as if he could see your every detail. "Is that a promise?"

"....a promise..." What you said wasn't a yes or no but it was something you repeated a bit disoriented by the paralyzing fear.

However someone did take it as a yes. Someone who couldn't believe his ears. Someone who froze and shook in shock. He couldn't believe it. Someone as beautiful as her...and someone as ugly looking as him. He couldn't believe it.

And it was all for him.

She was so pretty. So soft. So PERFECT.

A L L   H I S

He wanted to feel her soft cheeks on his hands the moment he saw her days ago. She was so pretty. HIS PRETTY LITTLE THING. An involuntary growl escaped from his throat as he pawed at the stupid wood. Not as pretty as his precious sister but she was still more beautiful than any human he's ever seen. He wanted her. His pretty. But he had to wait. He needed to proof he had some worth to give if not any beauty.

"Pretty Thing. You don't know what you do to me... I'll be back. Soon."

You didn't hear his last sentences. Slumping against the door and letting the darkness claim you.

You awoke the next morning with a gasp and terror shooting through you veins. You pushed yourself away from the door rapidly with a shout of terror and scrambling back away from the still locked door. But soon calmed down realizing that you were alone. A quick look out the window was enough to convince you to carefully open the door and look out seeing no signs of anything. No strange creatures with yellow eyes and blood on their face. You were beginning to think that maybe last night had been nothing but a dream until you investigated the area around the tree following your own footsteps and froze at the sight of fur and specks of blood scattered all over the ground. There wasn't any remains, but the fur and blood droplets was enough to convince you that whatever happened last night was far from a dream. Even more so when you found the wood you dropped still cold in the snow at the trees base. You felt a deep fear form in your body and for a long, long time all you could do was stare off at nothing as your brain tried to process it. All you could do is just....stare at the mess that was once an animal. Until you got enough sense to whip around yourself. Nothing was there now but it was quite obvious with how much evidence there was.

You didn't know what to think!! You had no idea what to do! The only thing you thought of to do was to just grab more wood to last a few days before retreating back into your own home armed with an ax from your small barn usually only used for firewood and locking both doors up tightly. You remained there for what must've been hours. The sun slowly trickling across the sky until it started to slowly go down. The duration of the day being paranoid and checking out your curtains every few minutes or so. However you didn't dare go to the window when sundown approached and eventually night fell. You stationed yourself by the small fireplace curled your knees up to your chest and clutched the axe to yourself. And waited. Perhaps nothing would happen if you pretended to not be home. So you remained silent and still. No fire going. With the doors locked. Curtains closed. Then it was just the darkness and you. Cold silence as you just sat there. High alert as the night rang out....Until you weren't. You must've dozed off at some point because the next thing you knew there was a shrill cry.

A sickly shrill cry left the darkness and reverberated off the walls. Followed by a metal clang. Your axe fell thudding to the ground from your startled form. Your form frozen to the spot...What was- It happened again. Closer this time. A shrieking bleating noise that sounded like an elk but...not. Much More...Worse! It was loud enough to make you curl up more and then you froze as a shadow passed by your window. Ice seeped into your veins as you eyes shrank to the size of pins and ever so slowly your head turned to the window and you completely froze as you saw it. A silhouette of what seemed to be a deer's head was seen just behind your curtains against the windows. A large mountain of a creature stood there. Pointed ears flicked as there was a loud smelling noise. All you could do was continue to sit there and stare absolutely terrified...until whatever it was lumbered away from the window You continued to sit there as the faint footsteps faded away and long after it went away. Only to come back as the thing kept encircling your door back and forth. Only retreating when it was near sunrise.

Safe to say you got no sleep that night.

The next morning you felt safer with the sunlight lighting up the world and felt safe enough to gather your wits enough to make the hour long trip to town. Every step you took was filled with paranoia from the last few nights. Looking constantly over your shoulders and gazing at every tree you passed as is something would pop out any minute to snatch you away. Thank the gods that you made it through to the town without any trouble. You decided that you DEFINITELY needed that bear trap after all. Something was going on...And that thought was only solidified by the tense air you walked into. You had blinked surprised to see barely any people out today despite it being a Saturday morning and very warm out. Usually there'd be a ton of people out, but today there seemed to be a certain fog heavy in the air. Only a few people were out today and all seemed to have this scared look about them. Looking around quickly or keeping their heads down and speed walking by. That was weird. But you didn't have time to think about that. You just made your way back to the black smiths where weapons and traps were sold. The air from the town left a strange feeling the more you walked and it solidified itself when you found and entered the shop. Once you did, you were surprised when the blacksmith jumped. A large sword he was holding dropping to the ground with a clatter as he whirled around to you...but soon he sighed and gave a glare.

"Dam it! Why do you women always make it a habit to bother us at the worst times?!"

You blinked before frowning. "That's some way to talk to a customer. I'm just here to buy a bear trap. The biggest one you've got."

"Well you're plum outta luck, Girlie!," he sneered before pointing at a wall, "Because I'm completely out of stock!"

You turned and were shocked to see that the wall that had been littered with traps two days before was now completely empty. "What happened?"

He snorted. "I sold them all. That's what. Everyone's been charging in here demanding weapons and traps and whatever else I have to combat the beast."

Your head turned to him with a snap. ".... Beast? What beast?"

He snorted. "Like you didn't hear." You continued to stare at him and be scoffed again before leaning on the counter. "Four nights ago some beast slaughtered a cow or two from a little farm on the outskirts of town. The farmer claimed it was a gigantic deer he saw slaughter his bulls. A few hunters were in here the night after intending to go after the creature."

Wait....your stomach sunk and face paled.

"Their bodies were found slaughtered and ripped apart the next morning. Barely anything was left." Your eyes widened in pure horror as he continued to speak. "Then the next night a slew of livestock was slaughtered and even more was killed last night! Everyone is now arming themselves for whatever evil is closing in." His eyes narrowed. "If I were you, I'd go home and not come back until this whole thing passes. It's dangerous to walk the cold alone right now. Haven't you seen any signs?"

"I...saw some a-animal killed." You trembled where you stood.

"Then take that as a warning or else you'll be another chicken to the beast."

You left soon after that speed walking your way home a new fear bobbing in your mind like a log floating in a powerful river. What was happening around here?! Did it have something to do with the thing that you saw last night? Did that creature who spoke to you cause all this terror? This was a thing that had you sinking further and further into your thoughts walking in the woods back towards your house surrounded by trees and woods and-

"Pretty Thing.~"

You froze. Body rigid and ice cold as a voice cut through the air...No. No! Your mind must've been playing tricks on you! There was no way that was what you thought it wa- Tree branches snapped and snow crunched as something BIG slithered out of the shadows and stopped somewhere behind your frozen form. A snort followed by the clip clopping of hooves followed a little bit...only to stop even closer to you. There you remained frozen until something else hissed your name.

"Turn around."

You didn't want to. Really you didn't. You'd be stupid to even do so...but ...Your eyes slowly turned until they couldn't no more. Your head followed after followed by your body until you looked all the way behind you. And. You. FROZE. At. What. You. Saw. Deer like legs partially covered by worn gray pants stood on the ground. A long tail with swishing long hair similar to a horse swished at its feet. The torso's structure was... HORRIBLE! Thin. So, so, SO thin it was. You could see the bones under the grey skin and the surprisingly strong muscle structure gripping onto the bones for fear life. Your eyes continued upwards and froze. A deer hung from the air by its back legs, obviously dead but still looking fresh as if it hadn't been deceased for very long. But that's not what made you freeze. Black and yellow eyes half lidded stared at you as a wide smile of fangs grinned. The face framed but wavy long black-dark green hair that was mostly in a long ponytail cascading down his back. Two deer like ears flickered from the tops of his head. And his entire body had black splotchy birthmarks all over him. After a moment of just staring at Each other, the events of two nights before hit you like a ton of bricks and you stared frozen. After a long moment he chuckled again and leaned down to look at you closer. Face inches away.

"Didn't think I would be back, Pretty?"

You. 

R A N.

A loud laughter filled the air as you sprinted all the way home and never looked back. Snow crunching under your feet am with every step but you didn't stop until you were all the way home and slammed the door shut behind you. Cowering inside your house and barely coming out all winter despite the same demonic deer calls wafting out calling out to the monster's desired mate and and the voices begging to demanding.

"Pretty Thing, douse that fire and open the door."

"Let me in. Don't you see that I want you?"

"I brought you a gift. A fat deer that's as delicious as you are beautiful."

"I WANT YOU!! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR NOW!! DAM IT!!

"I'm sorry. I'm just frustrated you won't come to me already. Please tell me what to do to fix this."

"You'll love my sister. She's as beautiful as the snow but twice as deadly. You humans refer to her kind as Yuki Onna."

"Do you want one pup or two? I want our children to grow with siblings. An entire litter of hellspawns would be a welcome addition to my cold den."

"HEY! IM TALKING TO YOU!! WHY WON'T YOU ANSWER ME?!"

You never answered and never went out, it seemed that warm fire repelled him so you made sure to always keep a fire going and kept plenty of firewood inside. It also seemed he only showed up when winter was here because after the first day of Spring, you never heard from him again. He left like there wasn't any trace of him. The only signs of him existence was the massive hoof prints that he left behind that melted away with the snow.

However he came back that very next winter. And then the next winter after that. The same thing happened both times. He'd beg, demand, and barter to try and get his way into your home. You learnt in advance to start keeping LOTS of firewood and canned foods in your home for the long winter stay. You never engaged with him and always stayed in until he left with the spring arrival. Each time he became more desperate. Each time more people from the town disappeared or their livestock taken so they took came to fear the winters. Now that the first snowfall of this year arrived with a night. You feared for the thing to come-

SCCCRREEEEAAA-!!

As if like clockwork, the bleating distorted calls of an elk arrived followed by the clutching of your hands against the blankets. The loud snorting and crunching of something large outside your door came back-

And then suddenly a blast of cold air from down your chimney blasted out. You gasped out before shielding your face from the sudden cinders and ashes getting blown up from the fireplace. You coughed from the smoke before you realized that-...

That the fire was OUT.

"Thanks, Sis. Should've thought of this three years ago."

There was the sounds of claws digging at your door before the wood slid open and you watched horrified as a large creature with yellow eyes stepped inside with the cold and a smile of fangs.

"Hello again, Pretty Thing.~"

[dinarosie]

Unfair Comparisons (part 3)

Here are descriptions of two boys from HP books. It’s hard to believe, but Harry Potter fans claim that boy number one had a very tragic and difficult childhood, suffering abuse, violence, and neglect from his family. These hardships caused him to experience a tough and insecure adolescence, eventually leading him to join the Death Eaters under pressure. On the other hand, fans claim the boy number two is a racist and a professional killer, who in his youth tried to join the Death Eaters in order to freely torment Muggles with dark magic.

1- Regulus Black:

Beneath this was a collection of yellow newspaper cuttings, all stuck together to make a ragged collage. Hermione crossed the room to examine them. ‘They’re all about Voldemort,’ she said. ‘Regulus seems to have been a fan for a few years before he joined the Death Eaters ...“

He was younger than me, said Sirius, ‘and a much better son, as I was constantly reminded.’ ‘But he died,’ said Harry. ‘Yeah,’ said Sirius. ‘Stupid idiot … he joined the Death Eaters.“

2- Severus snape:

Suddenly Harry’s mind was teeming with memories that were not his — a hook-nosed man was shouting at a cowering woman, while a small dark-haired boy cried in a corner. …

Two girls were swinging backward and forward, and a skinny boy was watching them from behind a clump of bushes. His black hair was overlong and his clothes were so mismatched that it looked deliberate: too short jeans, a shabby, overlarge coat that might have belonged to a grown man, an odd smocklike shirt.

"Oh yes, they’re arguing", said Snape. He picked up a fistful of leaves and began tearing them apart, apparently unaware of what he was doing. "But it won’t be that long and I’ll be gone". "Doesn’t your dad like magic?" "He doesn’t like anything, much", said Snape. 

One of the boys sharing the compartment, who had shown no interest at all in Lily or Snape until that point, looked around at the word, and Harry, whose attention had been focused entirely on the two beside the window, saw his father: slight, black-haired like Snape, but with that indefinable air of having been well-cared-for, even adored, that Snape so conspicuously lacked.

J.K. Rowling: Well, that is Snape's tragedy. Given his time over again he would not have become a Death Eater, but like many insecure, vulnerable people (like Wormtail) he craved membership of something big and powerful, something impressive.

I love both Regulus and Severus, and I believe they were both brave boys who made mistakes and tried to make up for them by risking their lives. But there’s something in the fanbase that bothers me regarding these two characters. It’s that Snape’s story is erased from him and given to Regulus Black. I haven't found any evidence of Regulus being tortured or forced to join the Death Eaters, as described in the books. He willingly joined Voldemort because he was fan of voldemort. Moreover, according to Sirius, Regulus was well-liked within his family, and his parents not only didn’t mistreat him, but they actually loved him more than Sirius.

I’m tired of constantly seeing people say that Regulus was a saint while Snape was a sadistic murderer. I can’t believe people can read these lines from the books and still claim that Regulus was tortured with the Cruciatus Curse and abused by his family in childhood, which forced him to join the Death Eaters due to his traumatic upbringing. But Snape? Oh, apparently, he was born to be a racist, torturer, sadist, and murderer from day one.

Aren’t you tired of these ridiculous double standards? Aren’t you fed up with constantly insisting that fanfictions and TikTok videos are canon?

[0ctobre]

Good boy

Brutus does his best. Is good boy.

-

“Fucker!”

Brutus cowers at the back of his cage. Stranger is not talking to Brutus, but stranger is angry, and fucker means bad. Bad means Brutus hurts.

Dog on the right is barking. Brutus can’t see him but can smell him. Angry. Scared. New.

Big female talks to stranger, but Brutus doesn’t recognize any of the words.

“Well, with the amount of drugs they found at his house, he’s not coming out anytime soon.”

Big female always gives treats when she comes in. Brutus likes treats. Master never gives Brutus treats, but Master is Master, so it’s okay. Brutus hasn’t seen Master since Brutus stopped a bad man who came in the basement. Brutus didn’t like being in the basement all day, but Brutus still wants to go home.

Stranger sits in front of Brutus’ cage, not looking at him, and Brutus growls a warning and shows teeth. Big female says words Brutus doesn’t understand, but voice is soft and calming.

Brutus keeps growling.

Stranger is smaller than big female, but bigger than some of the humans who come in groups and leave with dogs. Those dogs don’t come back, but Brutus has seen stranger leave with other dogs and they always come back.

Stranger throws a treat at Brutus, and Brutus inspects it. Same treat as big female, so Brutus knows it is a good treat and eats it. Stranger puts hand in front of cage, and Brutus growls. Hand goes in pocket. Stranger throws another treat, and Brutus catches it. So good! Another treat lands halfway between stranger and Brutus. Stranger is not looking at Brutus, so Brutus gets closer and nabs the treat, then returns to the back of the cage. Stranger throws several other treats, and Brutus dares to get closer every time. So many treats!

Another treat lands at the front of the cage.

Stranger offers hand again, and Brutus sniffs it. Stranger smells like dogs and food and sweat and dirt. Brutus licks hand through the gate. Tastes like treats.

“Good boy.”

Brutus doesn’t understand the words, but stranger gives another treat, so he knows they are good words.

Big female opens the gate and closes it behind, then straps a metal cage around Brutus’ snout. Brutus doesn’t like it but knows what it means, and tail starts wagging.

Walkies!

Walkies is a new word that Master never used, but Brutus learned fast because walkies is best word.

Big female clips leash to Brutus’ collar and leads him out of cage. Stranger gives treat, and Brutus licks hand. Stranger scratches Brutus’ head, just behind the ears.

“Don’t get too attached,” big female says. “He’s due on Thursday.”

The scratches stop.

“Why?” Stranger sounds angry. Brutus tenses. Almost growls, but the scratches start again. Slower. Deeper. So good!

“I don’t make the rules. We’re overcrowded, and almost ripping off someone’s arm ain’t exactly a selling point.”

“The owner’s the one who should be put down,” stranger says.

Big female doesn’t answer.

-

Walkies is long!

Stranger even took out the metal cage around Brutus’ snout!

They are taking a route Brutus has never walked before, and Brutus needs to find out all about the dogs around here. Brutus picks up a trail he wants to follow and pulls on the leash. Stranger stops walking and makes angry clucking noise, but Brutus doesn’t understand. Pulls again. Angry noise.

Brutus stops pulling, waiting to see what Stranger wants.

“Good boy.”

Brutus wags tail. Treat? No treat. Crushing deception.

Stranger scratches Brutus behind the ears. It is almost as good as treats.

-

Walkies is really long! Walkies usually end too fast, but it is dark, and they still haven’t returned to the shelter.

Brutus doesn’t want to miss his meal and pulls to turn around, but Stranger pulls back and makes angry noise.

Stranger scratches the back of Brutus’ ears, despite angry noises.

“Don’t worry, you’re not going back there.”

They stop for the night at a park, hidden between a hedge and some bushes. Stranger takes off her backpack and pulls out a bowl and kibbles for Brutus, and meat sticks for herself.

Brutus starts to suspect that walkies will never end.

-

“Sit.”

Brutus sits. Is good boy.

“Stay.”

Stay means don’t move, even when a treat is in front of is face. Brutus doesn’t move. Is good boy.

“Down.”

Brutus lays down on his belly. Is good boy.

“Belly.”

They’ve done this routine several times already. Brutus rolls around, and his tail wags knowing what is coming.

“Good boy,” New Master says, bending down to scratch his belly. So good! Then it stops.

“Sit.”

Brutus sits even though he wants more belly scratches. Is good boy.

“Stay.”

New Master backs away. Brutus stays. Is good boy.

“Stay,” New Master repeats, even though Brutus hasn’t moved. Is Brutus good boy?

Then something happens. Brutus feels like when he stretches after a nap, but he hasn’t moved. Joints pop on their own and Brutus doesn’t understand. Whines.

“Stay,” New Master draws out the word.

Brutus’ body keeps popping and cracking and he is getting bigger. What is happening?

“Stay.”

Brutus stays. Is good boy.

-

Brutus watches.

Watch means sit and stay and bark if someone comes.

Master comes back before anyone comes, a bag of kibbles in one arm and human food in the other.

Someone is running after Master but stops when they see Master jump on Brutus’ back.

“Go!”

Carrying Master on back is new, but Brutus likes it. Almost like walkies but better.

Brutus runs, and Master makes happy sounds.

That evening, they feast.

The night is cold, but Master is warm.

-

Brutus is not happy.

Master brought new dog, and new dog is bad dog.

Molly tries to bite Brutus, which is bad. Molly tries to bite Master, which is unforgiveable crime.

Molly is smaller than Brutus, even when Master isn’t making him big, so it should be easy to show her Brutus is top dog.

Molly doesn’t understand. Molly yaps and bites and runs and doesn’t follow Master’s orders.

Molly is bad dog. Brutus is good dog.

-

Molly is still bad dog, but less bad than before.

Molly sometimes listens to Master’s orders, but not always like Brutus.

Molly didn’t listen when Master said “stay” and was almost ran over by car.

Brutus always listens when Master says “stay.” Is good boy.

-

“Fucker!”

Brutus growls, protecting Master while she runs to Molly’s side.

“Take your fucking monsters away from me!”

Bad man shot at Molly and Brutus, but only Molly was hurt. Bad man points his gun at Brutus.

“Brutus, hurt him!”

Brutus attacks. Hurts bad man. Is good boy.

-

“Sit,” Master says.

Brutus sits, but Master isn’t happy. Is Brutus good boy?

“Drop.”

Brutus opens his mouth and drops the shovel Master took from a house on the way here. Master lays Molly next to Brutus and picks up the shovel.

The ground is cold even now that most of the snow is gone. Hard to dig. Brutus knows because Brutus likes to dig and can’t dig frozen ground unless he’s big.

Master can’t dig either.

She tries and tries and tries and screams. Kicks the ground. Throws the shovel. Fetch? No fetch. Master falls to the ground, still screaming. Howling.

Brutus is good boy, but Master said sit, not stay. Brutus is getting smaller, but still big enough to help.

Master’s howl breaks into smaller noises and hiccups as Brutus digs a hole and sends grass and dirt flying everywhere. Arms wrap around Brutus and hold so tight it would hurt if Brutus wasn’t big.

Master is cold. Master’s coat is wrapped around Molly, but Molly doesn’t need coat.

Brutus is warm, and Master holds Brutus tight enough to be warm too.

-

Brutus is hungry. Master is hungry too.

Brutus was never hungry with old Master, but is happier with New Master.

Master’s bag is empty. Master usually gets new food from store while Brutus listens for cars that make howling sound, but there are no stores here. No stores, no houses, no humans. Not even garbage cans. Only trees.

Only trees since Molly went in the ground.

Brutus likes trees. So many smells! Not dog smells, but other smells. Other animals.

Brutus picks up a trail, tail wagging, and brings it to Master’s attention.

-

“Kill!”

Kill means attack until the thing isn’t moving anymore. Squirrel stops moving fast, and Brutus brings it to Master.

“Good boy,” Master says, and Brutus wags tail so hard. Brutus is good boy!

Master puts squirrel on a stick over fire, with other squirrels Brutus has caught.

Brutus eats whole squirrel. Master doesn’t eat fur and bones. So weird.

“Don’t worry, we won’t be hungry much longer,” Master says once they are finished. Brutus doesn’t understand the words but doesn’t need to. Master scratches Brutus’ head behind the ears and laughs when Brutus licks her face.

-

New city, new dog.

Judas is good dog. Better than Molly was, but Master is still sad. Brutus knows because Master is angry and tense most of the time. It doesn’t help that they are around people once again. Some people look at them, others don’t. Some talk to Master, and Master tells them angry words.

It’s all fine until people in costume show up while Master is training Brutus and Judas.

Brutus growls a warning, and one man says angry words at Master before shooting lasers at them.

“Hurt them!” Master screams, face against Brutus’ neck to avoid the lasers. “Hurt!”

Brutus hurts the bad laser man. Is good boy.

They move again soon after, and keep moving as more costumed people come after them.

Until one day a man shows up and talks to Master, using words like “money” and “roof” and “as many dogs as you want.” Master calls him a fucker, but doesn’t tell Brutus and Judas to hurt him.

-

Master found a people pack, and Brutus found a home.

New home is big! Much bigger than basement Brutus had to stay in with old master. But new home is shared with Master’s people pack, and it takes some getting used to on both sides. There is growling and huffing and talks about whether dogs belong on couches (they do), but for the first time since Brutus left the shelter with Master, they have a roof over their head every night.

At first, Master has trouble sleeping in new bed, and scratches Brutus or Judas at odd hours during the night, but they eventually settle into a comfortable routine.

-

Angelica reminds Brutus of Molly, because Angelica is bad dog.

Angelica bites and pulls and makes Brutus bleed. Angelica doesn’t listen to Master.

But Brutus endures, because Brutus is good boy and Angelica will learn from the pack.

Still, sometimes, Brutus misses the times where it was just him and Master.

-

Brutus is big. Bigger than ever.

Fire girl smells like fear, and Brutus growls, ready to jump on her at Master’s word.

Scentless man shouts angry words at Master, but Master doesn’t back down, and Fire girl runs away.

Now all of Master’s people pack is yelling at her, and Master rides away on Brutus’ back.

-

“Hurt him!”

Brutus tackles dragon man on the roof, then claws at his face. Dragon man hits Brutus on the snout, which hurt, but not as much as if Brutus wasn’t big. Behind Brutus, on other rooftops, are Judas and Angelica, carrying Master’s people pack. Brutus has to protect them.

Brutus charges dragon man, and they both crash on the street below.

Fire burns, but Brutus is quick and doesn’t give dragon man a change to hit him.

Later, once Brutus and Judas and Angelica are small again, they cuddle with Master on Master’s bed, and life is everything it should be.

-

Master opens door, and already, Brutus knows.

Intruder!

Brutus barks.

Master gives an order, and Brutus runs upstairs.

HURT!

Brutus and Judas and Angelica back intruder against the wall, snarling and snapping at anything they can reach.

“Call off your dogs!” Shouts the scentless man.

Brutus catches intruder’s arm and wrenches it like a toy. Intruder goes down, and Judas and Angelica attack.

“Call off the fucking dogs!” The scentless man shouts again.

Intruder lets out a cry, and Master whistles.

Brutus let go of intruder and walked away, tail wagging with the knowledge that he is a good boy.

-

Intruder is now member of people-pack. Even came with Master to Master’s secret shelter for bad dogs who haven’t learned to be good dogs yet. None of the other members of Master’s people-pack has come there so far, but Brutus accepts it because Master says so.

Intruder says words that make Master angry, but not angry at intruder. Master grabs Sirius, the newest dog, and they exchange more words.

Then, Master chains Sirius and makes him big, and Brutus doesn’t understand. Only good dogs get big, and Sirius hasn’t learned to be a good dog yet. Sirius yelps and pulls and fights back against the change.

Brutus makes sure no other dog disturbs Master. Is good boy.

-

Sirens are the worst sound in the world. So loud they hurt Brutus’ ears. Louder than anything Brutus has heard before. Brutus whines, as does Judas.

All humans had stopped moving when the alarm rang, but now they are talking fast and moving a lot.

“I don’t give a shit about that,” Master yells at the scentless man. “I need to check on my dogs.”

The scentless man replies something that makes Master angrier.

“If I may,” says the tall man with the slithering voice, “I can arrange to have them brought here. They’ll be as safe as can be while you attend the fight.”

Master says more angry words, but eventually accepts.

“Are you coming?” Asks the scentless man.

“Not before I know my dogs are safe.”

-

So many bad dogs! Brutus growls at them, but not all listen. Too many dogs. Too many new scents and new sounds and new people. Hard to keep them in check.

Master whistles loudly, and most dogs stand to attention. The few who don’t do it right away still do eventually because of the rest of the pack.

Just as Master is getting the most unruly dogs under control, someone barges in and draws barking and growling.

“What’s going on?” Asks Master.

“The Travelers think Leviathan is headed this way.”

The words make Master angry, and she says angry words at the man.

“Fucker said they would be safe here.”

“Things are going badly. Most of the forces, including your teammates, have been taken out of the fight. We have the order to evacuate.”

Master throws more angry words at the man, and he leaves. Master walks around and around, then kicks the ground and screams.

Bad dogs yap, then whine when Brutus growls at them.

Master turns to face the pack, appraising them.

“Brutus,” Master says, and Brutus straightens up, ready to obey. “Come.”

Brutus joins Master. Is good dog, but tail doesn’t wag. Something has shifted. He can feel it in Master’s voice.

“Judas.”

Judas comes, as does Angelica. Master pets her but doesn’t call her name. Instead, she says softly:

“Not you, baby. You’re still sick.”

With one last pet, Master, flanked by Brutus and Judas, moves to another group of dogs.

“Kuro.”

“Bullet.”

“Milk.”

“Stumpy.”

“Axel.”

“Ginger.”

Master lists out, and they stand to attention, awaiting orders.

“Come.”

Master opens door and walks out, holding the door open.

Some of the other dogs want to follow, but Brutus growls and they back down. Brutus is top dog.

Master closes the door behind the group, then walks to exit the base as the pack follows.

All the dogs Master has called out become bigger. So many dogs! Never this many big dogs before, but Brutus is still top dog.

Master gives order, and Brutus leads the way.

-

Monster is big. Bigger than Brutus. Bigger than dragon man.

Water is everywhere, but no time for splashies. Bad water anyways. Smells like blood and death.

As they get closer, Master jumps off Brutus’ back and points at monster. “Kill!”

Brutus attacks, and the whole pack follows.

Kill means attack until the thing isn’t moving anymore. Brutus bites and claws and rips and shakes, but monster is tough. Monster doesn’t stop moving.

Judas falls and stops moving. Bullet too.

“Kill him!” Master screams behind them. “Kill!”

Brutus does his best.

Is good boy.

[24carathoney]

Crimsons Ties | C.SC | Chapter 2

Pairing: Vampire!Choi Seungcheol x Witch!FemReader

Summary: Follow Y/N as her world is flipped upside down when she discovers the truth about her bloodline.

Warnings: Fluff // Angst // Smut (later) // Violence // Blood // Mingyu is still a dick //

WC: 3.8k

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Tagging @nonuify for beta reading!

Lillian has been teaching you everything she knows for the past 2 years. And in that time you had managed to surpass her. Just as your grandmother surpassed her mentor. You mainly studied the spectrum of healing as opposed to fighting. Growing your own herbs, healing those in need. You wanted to use your powers to give back. You've grown to be one of the best medical witches in the area. If you were going to train you might as well learn how to heal yourself if need be. Lillian was back in school but luckily you didn't need her to do everything for you. You took care of the house. Her garden. Her younger pupils. Unfortunately you have never seen Joshua in person since then. The two of you kept in contact as much as you could but soon enough days turned into months and months into years since you last received a text. Seventeen were still promoting and becoming a bigger name out in the world. You did nothing but watch him from behind a screen. Happy he's at least alive and kicking. 

You smiled at the TV as you carried the pot from the counter to the stove intent on making dinner. 

You reached for the cabinet and searched for some cooking wine. When you saw none, a sigh left your lips and you rolled your eyes. A trip to the bar was imminent. You grabbed your bag and phone on your way out the door. You decided on walking with your hands in your pockets as the bar was that far of a walk. You swiped on Spotify and Seventeen appeared after hitting shuffle. You gave a soft sigh when Super started to play and immediately thought about Joshua. Before you could dive too far into reminiscing a low whine caught your attention. Behind the house there was a small wolf, cowering next to a bush. You slowly approached the small animal with a raised hand, showing him that you aren't a threat. A low growl turned whine was thrown in your direction and you frowned. “It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you. Seems like someone else already did that.” You smiled as the wolf stood in a defensive stance. You knelt down, slowly holding out your hand wanting to gain its trust. “Let me see?”

The animal slowly limped towards you and you reached for its paw. Definitely broken. Your palm released a familiar purple hue and you shut your eyes feeling the bones reconnect to each other. Another whine reached your ears and you opened your eyes, letting go of its paw. When you sat it back to the ground the wolf looked at you with amazement in its eyes. “You're all good now. Be careful next time.” You said with a smile before being on your way. The wolf looked after you before trotting away behind the houses. Taking notice of the other being before you could. You continued to walk as the bright neon sign of the bar came into view. Just before you could get across the street, the hair on the back of your neck stood up. You came to a sudden stop as you debated whether or not to turn around and give whoever is staring at you, a piece of your mind. When you spun around you frowned as the only person looking at you was all the way across the street. 

You stood with your hands in your pockets as you watched the man stare you down from the sidewalk. Wait. You know him. His face. He's part of Joshua's coven, Kwon Soonyoung. The hell is he doing here? His eyes narrowed as they landed on your form and you scanned your surroundings. There's too many people. Last thing you want to do is accidentally hurt someone so you turn around to the bar. You didn't dare look back as you quickly got to your destination. Feeling it was safe to turn around you noticed him stalking closer, you rubbed your fingers together in your pocket deciding on taking a chance. Just as he was about to make a move after noticing your chance in stance, Joshua appeared, grabbing your hand, dragging you inside. “Shua? Well I'll be damned, where have you been?”

“It's complicated.” He said as the two of you sat down. You tapped the table with your finger and swallowed your spit as sarcasm found its home on the tip of your tongue.

“Wow Y/N, we haven't spoken in 2 years, how have you been?” “Oh I'm great just been studying my family bloodline, learning how to heal shit. You know the usual.” He rolled his eyes at your rambling while you sat with your arms crossed. “So I take it you're here for the same reason he is?” You tilted your head in the direction of the door and Joshua turned to see his band mate standing there. 

“Yeah. But that's because we really need your help. It's kind of a medical emergency and I hear you're one of the best medical witches now. Must have been hell training for that.”

“Yeah. It was, especially when no one else was there all the time. Not easy having to inflict pain on yourself just to attempt to heal the wound.” Joshua frowned at your statement and you cleared your throat. “You said you need my help? Didn't your friends try to kill me 2 years ago?” You asked and he sighed. 

“I know this isn't how I wanted us to reconnect. But just listen for a second.” His eyes held nothing but hope, wanting you to hear him out at least. 

“If I don't? Your friend over there is going to play a bad vampire cop? What's his name again? Hoshi? Yeah, not interested.” You moved to get up before Joshua reached to grab your wrist softly. He held no intent to hurt you and you could tell by how gentle he was. His eyes stayed trained on the table as he closed them for a split second. “Please?” 

The plea left his lips softly and you knew you couldn't just walk away, leaning back in your chair. He gave a small smile as he clasped his hands together over your own. “Our leader has fallen ill. He refuses to let any of us help him. I know this won't be easy, but I'm asking if you'll take a look at him. Just to see if he'll be alright.” Your lips went into a line and your eyes flickered to the door where Hoshi stood with his hands in his pockets. 

“And if I don't?” 

“Then we take you by force. Unfortunately you seem to be the only one who can help him. I'm not letting that chance get away from us.” Hoshi stated as he was now next to you. You looked over at Rayven who was staring with concern in her eyes. “You really aren't in the best place to be threatening me. If I'm hearing you right, you need my help.” Joshua gave Hoshi a glare before the man cursed under his breath and walked away to another table.

“Y/N I know this is a lot to ask of you. But…”

“I know Joshua.” You cut him off and he bowed his head. “Come on, don't do that, I'll help you. On one condition. Kim Mingyu stays the fuck away from me. We already have issues.” You pointed a finger at Joshua who in turn chuckled at your condition. You gave a small smile as your eyes flickered over to Rayven who was now chatting it up with a man wearing a dark hoodie and a mask. “He with you?”

“Oh yeah. That's Jihoon. Seems he really likes her company.” Joshua said to you and you raised an eyebrow. Rayven caught your gaze as a slight blush made its way to her features. “You really planned to drag me by my hair kicking and screaming? You brought those two?” He gave a short shrug and you sighed, rubbing a hand down your face.

You remained silent for a couple minutes and Joshua grew worried. You could change your mind and say no, go on with your life. His coven wasn't exactly fond of you in the start. Hell, they almost killed you. Which is why he was surprised when you asked, “When do we leave?” It didn't take long for you to get a list of the leader's symptoms. You had all the necessary tools to help as best as you could. You collected your thoughts as the van drove past a bunch of high end buildings and you had to remember that they are still idols. Coming to a stop you jumped out to look at the tall building. 

“Thank you for this.” Joshua softly spoke and you nodded as he and Jihoon led you inside, letting the staff know you were off limits. Hoshi refused to speak to you, though you could see the appreciation in his eyes. You followed the three inside and the silent elevator ride up was deafening. No one muttered a word and Jihoon reluctantly cleared his throat, breaking you from your thoughts. “He's been really weak for the past couple of days. Claims we shouldn't worry but we can't help it.” You listened to him speak and could tell they all deeply cared about their leader. When the elevator doors opened you were greeted by chaos as the other members ran around in a panic catching you off guard. 

“What happened? What's going on?” Joshua questioned with urgency, eyes wide scanning the room for their leader. 

“Seungcheol hyung collapsed a couple of minutes ago. We don't know….” Mingyu halted his statement as he looked over at you and narrowed his eyes. “The fuck is she doing here?” He made a move to close the distance but Hoshi pushed a hand into his chest. 

“Don't.” The word held a bit of malice as the elder didn't want his younger coven member to ruin any chance their leader could be healed. “Just take us to him.” He said nothing else but rolled his eyes as he led the way through the dorm. You entered the room and your eyes fell on the body lying on the floor. They all huddled around him and you pushed your way through. 

“Move.” You said kneeling down beside the man slipping in and out of consciousness. “Hey, can you hear me?” His head tilted in the direction of your voice but his eyes remained closed. “My head is on fire.” His words were slurred and you held a hand over his eyes, palms glowing purple. 

“He was fine a minute ago. He just fell and none of us know what to do.” A quivering voice said and you looked over at the group's youngest. “How long has he been sick, exactly?”

“It's been 4 weeks.” Another voice answered and you saw Jeonghan move to the other side of his friend. You noticed a dark line peeking from the collar of his shirt and frowned. You brought a hand up to his neck and a voice cut through your concentration. “What are you doing?” You ignored the question and went to pull his shirt up to his collarbone. Over his heart was a large purple bruise, any nearby veins were of the same dark hue and you gasped. The leader squeezed his eyes shut as you watched the area expand. 

“This is…”

“What's happening to him Y/N?”

“He's been poisoned. With a very aggressive mixture. The purple color means whatever it is, it's laced with pure silver.” You quickly answered as you went through your bag, none of the tools you brought would do what you needed. “You know someone who'd want to hurt him?”

“No one comes to mind.” Joshua answered and you took a deep breath. You knew how to properly drain the poison but you also knew they'd have your head for hurting their leader. 

“I can drain it to give him some relief but I need a knife.” They all stared at you with confusion and anger as you spoke. The room erupted in overlapping questions and concerns as you rubbed your temple.

“A knife?! You're going to cut him!?”

“Absolutely NOT!”

“We're not going to let you hurt him!”

“Hell no! You are going to kill him! I knew we couldn't trust a witch!”

“Would all of you shut up! If you don't want my help, I can leave right now and let you all figure this out on your own! But considering how long this has been going on plus the fact that none of you can even get close to this stuff, he will die in a couple of days.” The room went silent and you continued, clenching your jaw in the process. “I can walk away! You want to spend his last days singing kumbaya be my fucking guest.” You screamed before taking a breath. “If I wanted him dead, the poison would do that for me! I wouldn't even have to lift a finger. Now either you get me what I need or he continues to suffer.” No one dared say anything else until the one I recognized as Vernon, stood to his feet and walked to the kitchen. When he came back he sat a couple of different knives next to you. “I didn't know what size you needed so I brought options.” You nodded as you grabbed a smaller knife. 

“Everyone back away. This stuff can be lethal to vampires.” They all scurried a short distance away except the blonde. 

“You got experience with silver?” He gave a small nod before you sighed. “Jeonghan right?” He shook his head and you took a deep breath. “Then you’ll help me with this. It will get a bit messy.” You started and he nodded ready to do anything you told him. “Hold your hands right here and when I say apply pressure, squeeze around the area. Just don't let it get on you.” You brought the tip of the blade down on his skin and slowly made a deep enough cut so the poison could leak out onto the floor. “Now.” Jeonghan squeezed the area down and Seungcheol started to thrash. 

“Hold him!” Joshua moved to hold down his arms as you made another incision. “Squeeze.” You repeated the process a couple more times till the poison had pooled under his arm on the floor. “Can I have a couple of towels? Make sure to wet one of them.” You managed to get some of the poison in a small jar you brought with you before soaking up the rest and cleaning him off. You instructed the boys to carry him to bed while you put the poison and blood soaked towel in a bag. “I'm headed down to burn this. Probably best it isn't in the dorm.” Joshua followed close behind and you finally let out the sigh you were holding when the elevator doors closed. 

“You okay?” You just nodded as the two of you went outside not speaking a word. You easily set the bag on fire as you tossed it in the disposal. Watching the flames in silence you didn't even notice Joshua appear next to you. He looked over at you and you sighed. “What?”

“Thank you. From all of us.” You scoffed as you shook your head. 

“All of you? Your boys were ready to rip my head off when I asked for a knife.” A soft chuckle slipped past your lips, your gaze flickering to the blonde. Jeonghan's dark eyes staring into the burning flame.

“They aren't the best at being open. Especially towards witches. One too many bad experiences.” Jeonghan stated as he walked closer to where you stood. “We got him in bed and he's resting now. You have no idea how thankful I am. We all are. None of us would've known what to do.” You remained silent as you listened to the fire crack and he took that as a chance to continue talking. “I would be in your debt if you stay. Help us look after him for a day or two. Just to make sure he'll be okay. Unfortunately the only one who knows any real information about silver is Wonwoo but he's out for the next couple of days.”

“I guess that can be arranged. Since it is still in his bloodstream and he could pass out a few times if we’re not careful. I'd say with two days of fluids and my healing hands, he'll be fine.” You stated and the blonde smiled before the three of you went back inside. When you arrived back in the dorm the boys were lined up with their heads bowed, mumbling thank yous and apologies. 

You can't lie, it left you with a bit of pride. Proving them wrong. They had even set up a small station in the corner of Seungcheol's room for you. The coven leader breathing softly as you grabbed some gauze to clean the incisions. You put rubbing alcohol on the swab before carefully removing the towel to get a better look. After cleaning the wound you held your hand over his chest and let your magic pour from your palm just as Lillian taught you. As the wound sealed shut his hand shot out to grab your wrist, causing you to jump. His eyes struggled to stay open and you bit the inside of your cheek.

“Can I have my hand back?”

“The fuck are you doing here?” He asked with a frown and you shrugged.

“Your coven came to me for help. When I got here you were passed out on the floor.” 

He didn't say anything but reluctantly released his grip on your wrist. You rubbed the area before taking out a few herbs and medicine for him to take. “You'll have to take these for the next few days. Just to ensure the effects of the poison completely wear off.”

“How do I know that stuff won't finish the job?”

“Like I told your boys, if I wanted you dead, the poison would've done that for me.” You replied walking to the door. “Get some rest.” Surprisingly within minutes he'd fallen back asleep. You ventured out into Joshua's room and sat at a nearby desk. You don't even know when your own eyes fluttered closed. You were just so fucking tired.

“Y/N. Do you believe in monsters?” Your grandmother's question caught you off guard but in the mind of a 9 year old, that question will soon be forgotten. 

“Monsters? Like on tv?”

“Yes. Like werewolves and vampires.”

“Those aren't real nana. They're just on tv and in movies.” You retorted going back to coloring the page in front of you. 

“What if I told you they were indeed real?”

Your head snapped up and you looked around the room to see you were alone. You let out a sigh as the door slowly opened, revealing Joshua. “Hey, just checking in on you. Seungcheol is still asleep. You alright?” 

“Yeah. What time is it?” You asked and he looked at his wrist. 

“11:46. Almost midnight.”

“I probably should go check up on Seungcheol.” You stood to your feet, letting them carry you back to Seungcheol's room. 

Your things were still on the table and he was asleep. “He actually took the medicine you brought. Mingyu kept whining about how it could be dangerous but Seungcheol said he trusted that it wasn't.” He looked over at you as you rubbed your face. “You okay?”

“Yeah I'm fine but it's just……is there anywhere else I can crash? Jeonghan mentioned the guys don't like witches and I'd rather not be next to a disoriented vampire when he wakes up again.” You chuckled, not mentioning the conversation you shared with their leader and Joshua nodded his head. “Yeah….bad idea. You can bunk with me.” You gathered your things, leaving the leader alone and followed Joshua down the hall. Mingyu stood in his own doorway with a scowl. 

“You're seriously letting her stay with you?” Seungkwan questioned as he passed by.

“I don't want to hear you say anything when she tries to kill ya.” Mingyu added with a smirk.

“Shut up Mingyu.” Joshua retorted, pulling you behind him. Mingyu scoffed while pushing his body off the wall slowly approaching his coven mate with Seungkwan watching from his door.

“Or what? Your witch will make my lips disappear? She is playing us. If anything happens to Seungcheol hyung, I will not hesitate.”

“Yeah well neither will I. I am more than capable of taking you out on my own. Better than I could’ve two years ago.” The words dripped with venom as you stared up at the man. “Your threats mean jack shit to me. You wanted my help, I’m helping him. But you will respect me from here on out. His life is in my hands.” You sneered as you continued on to Joshua's room. Leaving the three of them speechless. You tossed your things onto the floor and slid down the wall with a sigh. Josh entered a couple of minutes after and sat down on his bed. 

“I offer an empty bed and you choose to sit on the floor?” He laughed and you scoffed. “I'm sorry about them.”

“It's fine. They have a right to be concerned. I will, however, defend myself.” You told him as he shuffled around to gather blankets for you. 

“You won't purposely let anything happen to him…..right?”

“Of course not. I said I'd help you out. I said what I said just to get them off my back.” You reassured him as someone softly knocked on the door. You looked up and saw the youngest member poke his head in with a smile adoring his features. “Hi! I'm Chan but everyone calls me Dino.” 

“Someone besides Joshua is actually being nice to me? Wow who would've thought?”

“Figured I'd show you respect since you're helping hyung recover.” He bowed and you gave him a short nod. “So when do you think he'll get better? Anytime soon. I'm sure you'd know out of everyone.”

“Honestly it's up to him. He should wake up no problem once his body gets used to the medicine. Unfortunately it will feel like waking up from surgery everytime.” You told him with a smile and the boy took a deep breath. “Okay that's good to hear. But anyway if you need anything I'll be around!” He waves goodbye as he disappears into the hall without another word. 

“He's a ray of sunshine.”

“Somebody has to be.” Joshua replied as he tossed you a pillow. “Rest up. I see to it that you have breakfast in the morning.” He shut off the light and you plugged in your phone before falling back onto the mattress you were offered. Sleep was quick to take over as you were out within a couple of minutes, finally getting a bit of rest.

[redrum-alice]

Another ABAcelsus Highschool AU stuff because I need dopamine...

ABA was homeschooled before attending to actual school- the main reason why she had hard time fitting in.

ABA suffered severe anemia in her entire childhood, so she wasn't able to play outside. She spent her time indoors, entertaining herself with books for learning or video games while her foster father took care of her (he's a pharmacist).

The genre of games she played were adventure games and fantasy because she wishes to venture outside. One of them being kingdom hearts and she had fantasize of owning a keyblade.

When it was time for her finally to go outside for the first time after a long treatment, she saw a tall boy with piercings and key necklace. It was as if a love at first sight.

Newly enrolled, she was surprised to see the same boy she saw at the park. She noticed how other people avoid him, but she saw this as an opportunity to approach him

Unbeknownst her, she became a target of bullying due to her antisocial behavior (complete with headphones and all). The last final straw that nearly made her quit school was that some students poured a cold water over her while she was in the stall. All her belongings, clothes and her beloved headphones were destroyed.

Paracelsus sees her shivering behind a bush, all drench and cowering. She had been humiliated. Para pitied her and gave her his jacket to warm herself up before going home. He may be creeped out by her, but he cant let the poor girl catch a cold.

ABA saw this kind gesture as a love language and ends up washing the jacket, planning to return it as soon as possible.

She ends up finding his address and invites herself over, thanks to Slayer (yes, he and his wife Sharon are Para's guardian in this AU. Shh). She waited and waited, until she fell asleep on his bed

Paracelsus came home to see the weird girl sleeping on his bed, clutching on his freshly cleaned jacket. He wanted to wake up the girl, but sighed in defeat and went to the living room to spend the night there.

That whole scenario was erased in Paracelsus' mind because he couldn't stop looking at her sleeping face. Whats worse was that there was a girl in his room-- he aint all about that-

Sharon told him to get a medicine from the pharmacy, but when he got there, he was yet again greeted by a sleeping ABA, guarding the pharmacy.

The boy is stuck between waking her up or leaving for another pharmacy bc he felt like he was going crazy whenever he encountered this weird girl 😭🔫

[frickingnerd]

aoyama breaking up with his s/o

pairing: yuuga aoyama x gn!reader

tags: spoilers for season 7, angst with an open ending, aoyama's secret gets revealed, aoyama feeling incredibly guilty

during his time at UA, aoyama had always tried to keep his distance from everyone

he couldn't get attached to anyone, knowing he would eventually have to betray them

but you had still made friends with the boy. no matter how annoying he was, no matter how little effort he had put into the relationship, you still stayed his friend 

you were too kind and despite his original plans to keep his distance, he fell in love with you

yet time and time again, he had to betray you. put you in danger. sell you out to all for one

you got badly hurt during the USJ incident, because he told the league of villains that his class was going to be there

during the summer camp, the same thing happened again. he cowered behind a bush, as he watched you desperately fight the villains

all those times you got hurt, it was his fault. and you didn't even know!

you fell in love with a guy who did all those horrible things to you. you fell in love with a filthy villain like him

things seemed to be looking good between the two of you, when aoyama broke up with you out of the blue

you didn't understand why. had you done something wrong?

aoyama never gave you a clear answer. he told you it just wasn't meant to be

it isn't until much later when he's revealed as the traitor, that you slowly start to understand what had happened

despite that, you were still in love with him. you had been even after he broke up with you. you always would be in love with him

the boy you fell in love with, that was the real aoyama! you knew he was a kind person, who never wanted to hurt anyone…

[dragonagedidiot]

Spoilers in this fic for a mission near the end of Dragon Age: The Veilguard!!!

I'm just going to post this here, I wrote a fic based on my idea of Rook being trapped in the Fade (from his perspective) for months instead of hours or days.

Please enjoy!! :)

Rook watched listlessly as rocks floated by in the dark prison of regret Solas trapped him in. There wasn't much to do besides think and walk up the long spiraling staircases that hung in the Fade.

Regret was amplified in the prison itself. Before being trapped, Rook could push away his thoughts to focus on what needed to be done. Something was always happening. The world was falling apart. Everybody needed him. But now he could do nothing.

Trapped in the Fade, surrounded by monuments of his failures. Haunted by the people he failed, and he got killed. There was nothing to do but think. The voices of his friends tormented him in the Fade.

Rook trudged up endlessly spiraling staircases. Passing statues of Bellara and Harding, stoically guarding the walkways of the prison. But also many others he didn't recognize. He wasn't the prison's first captive. Elves frozen in joy, fear, and anger also loomed over him. Making Rook feel small. Some faces he recognized from the fragments of Solas's memories they found. But at the edges of the prison, there was an ocean of stone elves and humans and dwarves and spirits. Not letting themselves be forgotten despite their captive leaving long ago.

Time was hard to tell in the Fade. Was time affected by the Fade?~~ What felt like days and weeks passed slowly. Of course, if the prison kept prisoners trapped by their regret as Solas said, Rook should work on letting them go. But it hurt. It wasn't easy. And it could not be done quickly. Despite the world ending.

Because he could have done something different, couldn't he? He was responsible; for the lives of every person on his team, for the dragon tearing apart Minrathos, for not convincing the first warden causing the massacre at Weisshaupt, for getting stuck in this god-forsaken endless prison in the first place.

Sitting underneath a statue of Bellara, exhausted, he listened to her whisper. "I told you those enchantments were dangerous. Yet you chose me. Why did you choose me to die?" Her voice shook with betrayal as she repeated, "Why?" softly again and again as Rook closed his eyes. Shame was heavy in his gut as he remembered Bellara's joy, her determination. Rook cut her life short just as she was recovering from her brother's death. Would having chosen Neve have been better, or would she have suffered the same fate as Bellara?

He didn't have many needs in the Fade. He didn't feel hunger or thirst. But he did get tired. He did sleep. He never remembers falling asleep, but he always remembers waking up. The fade did odd things to his dreams. Sometimes he stared at his own sleeping form as the statues around him fell and crumbled and screamed. Others, he had nightmares of Thedas choked with blight, his friends dead, and the world cowered in fear. Sometimes, he dreamed that the veil tore like linen as Solas drowned the world in demons.

He awoke under a stone tree that smelled of ash. A statue of Harding was kneeling over a withered stone bush, smiling. "My ma would love these Arlathan berries! After we save the world, you have to come with me to the farm! My ma has been waiting to meet you!" Her voice whispered and threatened to drown him again in his guilt. Varric was a mentor, but Harding was the first friend he had made in a long time. He didn't have to look over his shoulder with her like he had to with the Crows. She didn't care about who he was before joining the team.

Circling up slowly passed more statues. Grey wardens, shadow dragons, his friends. The staircase spiraled steeper as he left the statues behind, the stairs becoming thinner and further apart. No longer among the statues he passed twisted stone hands, holding up the last island at the top. A small island that only held a large locked stone door. Etched on the closed door were scores of tallies. He had been making a mark each time he reached this door. It was important. Something was locked behind it. An exit? A secret? Perhaps it was nothing.

He made a new tally on the door.

There was no way to leave once he got here. After days of walking up here from the bottom, the staircase disappears. The statues were no longer visible. All he could see was an empty void below. But the door never opened. He knew why. He was still drowning in regrets and guilt. It would end once he moved on. But it wasn't this time around. He could wait to fall asleep again. Waking up at the spot where Solas stood whenever they talked. But he didn't want to wait this time. He took a step off the side.

He opened his eyes as he lay on the ground the statue of himself, glaring at him across the divide. "You're a failure. Solas was right you couldn't handle being the leader. You're a failure every second you spend stuck here. It's been too long. The world has already ended. Your friends are dead."

Rook stared at his own stone face, "I'm getting out of here," He said like every time he got here. Slowly pushing himself to his feet. "I won't give up. I can't," He said to himself again. He wanted to quit, but he refused. He had to keep going.

"This prison was built to hold GODS!" His own statue screamed, "What makes you so special? So capable of escaping when they COULD NOT!!"

Rook turned away from his statue, "Nothing. But I promised to do whatever it takes." He whispered as he began to walk up the stairs again.

[whisperthatruns]

Reality Demands

Reality demands that we also mention this: Life goes on. It continues at Cannae and Borodino, at Kosovo Polje and Guernica.

There’s a gas station on a little square in Jericho, and wet paint on park benches in Bila Hora. Letters fly back and forth between Pearl Harbor and Hastings, a moving van passes beneath the eye of the lion at Chaeronea, and the blooming orchards near Verdun cannot escape the approaching atmospheric front.

There is so much Everything that Nothing is hidden quite nicely. Music pours from the yachts moored at Actium and couples dance on the sunlit decks.

So much is always going on, that it must be going on all over. Where not a stone still stands, you see the Ice Cream Man besieged by children. Where Hiroshima had been Hiroshima is again, producing many products for everyday use. This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.

The grass is green on Maciejowice’s fields, and it is studded with dew, as is normal grass.

Perhaps all fields are battlefields, those we remember and those that are forgotten: the birch forests and the cedar forests, the snow and the sand, the iridescent swamps and the canyons of black defeat, where now, when the need strikes, you don’t cower under a bush but squat behind it.

What moral flows from this? Probably none. Only that blood flows, drying quickly, and, as always, a few rivers, a few clouds.

On tragic mountain passes the wind rips hats from unwitting heads and we can’t help laughing at that.

Wisława Szymborska, tr. from the Polish by Stanisław Barańczak and Clare Cavanagh (The New Yorker, 1993)