#go back to your cave right this fucking second you monster

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

Youve mentioned that shark soap is the first to use remora (I can't spell today) reader as a sex toy.

Does this possibly infer that someone else is the second 🤔

I 100% see it as price though. Or gaz,

hot filth coming right up <3

(shark mer 141 + remora mermaid reader au)

it’s Price. definitely Price the second time. probably because after Soap got to you, you became a little insatiable and you know... sleeping next to Price at night... things happen.

and Price is not opposed to Gaz joining in. (. ★ ᴗ ★.)

when it’s time to go to bed, Price lays back with you in his sandy cave nest. you press up into him and coil your tail, pressing the soft warmth of your body against his. even yawning and sleepy as you are, you know what your job is.

you set to work grooming his scales, his chest. you work your specialized palms meticulously across the planes of his body, leaving nothing untouched; no buildup of salt or grime unscraped.

it takes time. he’s much taller and broader a creature than you are.

he makes himself comfortable in his bed of sand, stretches out, and huffs as you situate yourself more firmly on top of him. your tail curls around his hip. he gives a low, pleased rumble. each brush of your nimble fingers soothes his mind and his ego. prized pet.

the sensation is strange—not quite a massage, but a satisfying feeling all the same. his muscles twitch as you brush over his chest. The beginnings of arousal coil in his stomach, and his scales grow warmer under your touch despite the cool water around them.

“that’s it,” he rumbles, placing his large hand on your hip. “keep going.”

you hum in acknowledgement.

under you, you feel him begin to unsheathe. you’re not surprised. this is the nightly routine, after all.

⬇ nsfw, d/s flavors + objectification, size diff, monster dicks, merman sex ⬇

you press your hips to his in idle response and line his emerging spear up to your sheath.

his hand on your hip gently squeezes. he shifts his body slightly to angle you properly.

“you’re in a rush, pet,” he chides, though he makes no move to stop you. in fact, he leans his head back. “you know i like to take my time.”

you bite your lip as the first cockhead pops out of his tail and directly into your slit. just the bulbous tip has your stomach muscles clenching. “s-sorry.”

“i know you are.” his fingers dig into your flesh in warning as you try to move. “but i’m not going to fuck you just like that.”

you rock against him anyway. as best you can—plant your palms on his chest and arch your back to better grind yourself down. he watches you writhe and buck against him like an animal in heat.

his free hand comes up to trace down your curved spine. “you’re being greedy. be good and let me set the pace.”

“mmhmm—!”

you try to slow, but you can’t. you want to be full. he smiles a slow, wicked smile. the tension in your body as you struggle to hold yourself back and fail is so pleasing. you look like you feel so empty without him.

“you’re being so naughty. is this how a good pet behaves, hm? trying to take more than you’re given?” he slides his hand around to your rear and squeezes it. “you’re going to wait until i say you can. you’re here to be used, not to beg me for what you want.”

you nod quickly. but still you rut your hips. you can catch him just right on your sensitive nub—

“stop that. you aren’t going to push me into going any faster.” he knows exactly where you’re trying to get him to touch you. he knows exactly how desperate you are. he gives your rear a firm slap. “behave.”

you whine. you make the prettiest little sounds when you’re desperate like this. you make so much noise, in fact, that Gaz stirs outside.

his voice echoes outside the cave. “sir?”

Price’s eyes don’t leave you. “what is it?” he calls back.

“is something wrong?” Gaz replies, hesitant.

“quite the opposite.”

you keep silent, now trying in earnest not to squirm. you can’t imagine Price wants to be found out like this—to be seen in so compromising a position.

you’d be wrong.

while you watch the dark cave entrance with wide eyes, Price pinches your nipple. you let out a loud gasp, bucking in shock.

Price grins. Gaz is right outside, listening to every sound with appropriate concern—why not take advantage of the opportunity? he wants Gaz to know.

he pinches again. harder. “come on, pet. make some noise for me.”

you cry out at the command, helpless to contain your pleasure.

he grows harder under you. “that’s a good girl,” he purrs. then he raises his voice. “Gaz, come.”

Gaz—pressed as close to the entrance of the cave as he could be without physically transgressing—is there in moments.

Price doesn’t so much as raise his eyes to Gaz in greeting. he simply shifts, finally pushing his cock into you to make you arch and better display you to his new audience. you struggle to suppress your whines, fins curling up behind you despite your best efforts.

Gaz’s gaze turns hungry and lingering. for all his performative concern, he must’ve been expecting this. but he doesn’t encroach. he doesn’t crowd you. he waits to be invited. permission must be granted before he can do anything but hover, eyes glued to you both.

“i said come. closer,” Price commands. “come look at my pretty toy.” he presses his hips up into yours, feeling himself slide deeper. your fingers flex and curl against his chest. such a small fish compared to them. a toy indeed.

soon, Gaz is pressed against your back, his hands feeling you up and down. Price is feeling indulgent—toward both of you—and Gaz is nothing if not an opportunist.

you get much, much more than you begged for. Price’s rough hands, his slow thrusts, the sweetened way orders fall out of his mouth like praise. Gaz’s steadying grip, his teeth on your shoulder, his cocks rutting into the curve of your spine, your ass.

following orders, isn’t he? both of you.

and you keep following those orders even after Price spends himself in you once—you clenching around him in euphoria after edging yourself so long awaiting his satisfaction; Gaz’s hands guiding his superior’s second cock into you with such rote efficiency you wonder who he wants to touch more. you’re swollen and used, and Price’s second cock feels bigger than the first. it’s all you can do to keep your eyes open as Gaz grabs your hips and pumps you up and down for Price’s pleasure.

Price watches with a lazy smile. it’s debauched. Gaz’s desperate need to please his superior; your willingness to be reduced and devoured; the way Gaz slides his own cock into you quietly; the way you take both his and Price’s without complaint despite the immense stretch. you arch between them, wrecked and writhing as they use you both for their own pleasure.

the friction of Gaz’s cock against his sends heat up Price’s spine, and he pulls out and fucks up into you, watching his length and Gaz’s disappear into your slit over and over until he cums again.

“such a good little pet,” Price growls through his teeth, low and sweet. “aren’t you?”

you promise you are. and you continue to be even when Price flips you over, putting you on your back as an offering to gaz.

it’s different when Gaz is having his way with you. it’s all for Price’s pleasure, the way he watches, the way he directs you—two of his favorite toys. Gaz keeps you open and on display to his superior and fucks you every way he knows Price likes.

each time Gaz speaks to you, touches you, moves you, it’s to please Price. but that’s what possesses you both—drives you and Gaz to the edge of your sanity, filled up by the overwhelming desire to please the man who watches you. you’re both props to each other. you’ve never wanted anything more.

as Gaz’s gentle orders turn strict and harsh, Price’s praise softens.

their words bleed together, and by the time they’ve had their fill of you, you’re more spent than you’ve ever been. a boneless, exhausted puddle, used and marked and bruised and deliriously happy.

Price runs his hand over the marks left over. handprints. bite marks. claims of ownership.

Gaz knows better than to hesitate. he wastes no time moving away with a nod from his superior. Price intends to enjoy his handwork—your weary form—alone.

you’re left gasping, body trembling and slick with spent pleasure. your hair is tangled, your body marked with bites and scratches, your eyes hazy from pleasure and exhaustion. despite it all, Price curls his big hand around your cheek. “are you satisfied?”

“if... if you are. sir.”

he smiles at the quivering of your voice, the way you still seek to please. “you don’t have anything else you’re craving, pet?”

it’s a teasing question. he knows you have nothing left to give, even if you wanted to.

your body twitches under his fingers as they trace you, sensitive from so much use. he sees how you shiver when he touches the bite marks left by Gaz’s possessive teeth. satisfaction coils in his stomach at the sight.

still. it’s a trick question to you. you can’t be sated until he is—you don’t want to be.

you press into his side and let your hand wander over his chest in a way that could be sweet or suggestive, depending on where his mind lingers.

it’s tempting to give you more. but he elects instead to sweep you into his arms and bury his face in your chest. you curl around him with a sweet sound.

“insatiable thing,” he rumbles. “sleep. you’ll have much more to tend to in the morning.”

more mer au / more Price / more Gaz / masterlist

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Hello there. I've seen your blog for a while but I'm finally requesting. What about a male yuu who has the personality of someone who looked into the eyes of God and fist fought him? A yuu who will kick someone's ass for breathing the same air as him. Azul and Leona don't stand a chance.

Fighty yuu to Idia and Malleus- Oh dear. Oh dear, gorgeous

Fighty yuu to everyone else- You fuckin donkey. *beats them with a chair*

Fighty Yuu

Oh yeah I also made Yuu stupid strong for the memes. I did the first 3 dorms cause I ran outta ideas. He him pronouns used

Ever since you first arrived at NRC, you have given zero fucks. After all, having constant visions about coming to NRC combined with the fact that you were woken up in a mysterious world after being kidnapped had already got you on edge. What really set you off, however, was the fact that nearly everyone around you was an asshole.

No seriously, you can't even have a good relationship with someone at this school without people thinking you're weird. On top of that, there's one dorm dedicated to being "alpha males". It doesn't help that everyone's mentality here is kill or be killed and the strong should rule the weak.

It only makes sense for you to try and blend in, right?

You truly tried to pick your battles sparingly. Truly. After all, fighting everyone would be a waste of time and energy, and yet on the very first day here, you had already gotten into your first big fight.

Forced to go to some dumb cave all because a trio of dumbasses already soured your mood. On top of this, there was now some sort of monster in the mines you were now in that wants to kill you, and unlike those three idiots Deuce, Ace, and Grim, you will have nowhere to go if you get kicked outta NRC.

This is how your main friendship trio soon learned about your fighting skills and knew even better not to mess with you. They even tried joking about it with their other dorm members who just brushed it off as an exaggeration… oh how wrong they were

Heartstabyul

It took everything in you to not jump Riddle the second he started insulting you. He wasn't worth it. Not in the slightest, so when given the opportunity to finally get back at him, who were you not to take it?

"Everyone evacuate the dorm right now!" Trey yelled out, guiding dorm members out of the front with Crowley as everyone ran from cover. "What's happening?!" Grim shrieks as Riddle's visible veins start to become black, a shadowy figure looming behind him as he changes shape.

"Overblot! It's an overblot!" Cater yelps, pulling Ace and Deuce by their sleeves to guide them out. "How do we stop it?" Deuce asks as he fights against Cater's tug. "You aren't seriously thinking of fighting it are you?" Crowley practically demands. "No, I'm with Deuce, we have to save him!" Trey pleaded with the Headmage as Ace butted in. "Yeah! I'm not letting him off the hook that easy!" Cater stared at his dorm mates, closing his eyes before sighing loudly. "Oh fine! I'll guess help, cay cay?"

"Wait…" you paused, thinking for a moment. "If we knock him out we can save him," you asked, glancing over at Crowley as the wind swirls and blows harder. "Well yes essentially—" The headmage didn't get to finish his sentence.

"Yuu what the hell are you doing?!" Ace squawks as you immediately charge Riddle. You practically pummel into the dorm leader, making him stumble back before swinging, getting a few quick jabs on him. You didn't even register the insults he spewed at you as he began summoning spell after spell to fire at you, which you dodged by sliding and flipping over.

The group behind you immediately acts as support while trying to get you to calm down. The battle was over quickly, much more quickly if you decided to try Trey's plan. Once the blot left Riddle's body, Trey immediately got to his side to start healing up every single bruise on his body…

"Who has the shitty upbringing now?" "Really Yuu? Right now?" Grim glared at you. "I'm just saying!"

***

Not many dorm members were there to witness your aggression, everyone sort of just thought of it as a joke. You're magicless, right? There's no way you did that much! Yet little did they know you were just getting started.

The Unbirthday Party afterward was a pretty good success, and you did apologize to Riddle for going a little overboard. (The group with you now knows to never cross you) and was an overall pleasant experience… up until someone invites you to play croquet against them…

There were many casualties that day.

Savannaclaw

"Sorry, you can't play with us Yuu, you don't have magic shishishishi!" Ruggie cackled as you sat down on the bench. "Beat their asses for me you four" You nodded your head over at Ace, Deuce, Grim, and Jack who were now fighting for your honor, investigation be damned.

Watching the boys was depressing. The four were completely uncoordinated. Running into each other and fumbling the disk. Idiots. It was their own faults they were so competitive. Through all the running and the spells, you overheard some snide remarks from the other team. Them insulting you is disrespectful. Them dissing your boys is a violation.

Ruggie flicks the disk over to Leona, who is poised ready to catch it. Merely inches away from his casting range, you snag the disk. Almost amused, Leona smirks. "You realize you're only allowed to use magic to make the disk float, Scavenger." The smugness in his voice was beyond irritating.

To prove a point, you slammed the disk through the air, sending the disk flying across the field and into the scoring ground, creating a small crater. "I don't need magic." You sneer at the lion whose eyes were wide before he narrowed them. "Come on guys, we're wasting our time."

Walking off with your squad, you don't miss how all the all Savanaclaw students you played against, especially Ruggie, gawk as you guide your homies off. The whole way, Jack asking how the hell you did that.

"Oh hes just like that Jack, shoulda seen what he did to Riddle!" Grim beams as Jack makes a mental note not to cross you.

****

The overblot incident with Leona was solved within minutes. Leona got got.

Octavinelle

You would think that Floyd, who is surrounded by two of the most informed people on campus, would know not to mess with Yuu. Chances are, however, that even if he did know, he would have actively sought Yuu out to mess with him anyways.

Floyd smirked down at your usual trio. "Crabby… Mackerel… and Baby Seal, ehe..!" The eel chuckles, satisfied with the name he has created for your group. "And then you…" Floyd turns to you, standing there with your cafeteria tray. The eel interrupted you before you were even able to sit down.

You keep your blank and tired expression as the eel approaches you in an attempt to intimidate. "You're a weird one, huh, little prefect?" You take a step back from him, trying to create a comfortable distance between the two of you. "Floyd, don't be rude to the Ramshackle Prefect now, that's unprofessional." His brother Jade gives his usual sadistic smirk as he places his hand on his chest politely, standing next to his brother.

"Aww but Jade! I'm just trying to give 'em a name… mmm…" You took another step back. "Hehe, the way your backing up reminds me of a lil shrimp!" Floyd laughs to himself. "I think I'm gonna call you Little Shrimpy hehe!"

"Um… OK... can I go eat now dudes? I have class after this…" A mischievous glint appeared in Floyd's eyes as his grin started to show his sharp rows of teeth. "Aww little Shrimpy is trying to be tough! How cute~"

"Don't call me that." "Oya? What's that?" Jade asked, his eyes narrowing at you as he smirks. "I said stop calling me that." Jade glances over at Floyd who absolutely beams. "Oh yeah, whatcha gonna do about little shrimpy?" You gripped your cafeteria tray tighter.

The twins looked at each other, chuckling, thinking you wouldn't do anything. Floyd leans in, voice dropping lower. "Well?" And like that, you slammed your tray into the side of Floyd's head.

The entire cafeteria turned to watch as you grab onto Floyd's hair and hit his head on the cafeteria tables and dragging him across the whole thing sending food trays flying in the air. The second Floyd got back his bearing he immediately started to kick and swing. You admit he did hit you pretty good a few times.

Your grip on his hair tightened as you continued to swing at him. The people in the cafeteria cheered at the sight, many chanting fight over and over. Every time Jade tried to step in both you and Floyd pushed him away.

It took a good amount of staff and your friends to separate the two of you. Even Azul had to hold back Floyd as he snarled fiercely, thrashing in an attempt to get at you. You ended up pulling out some of his hair as you both were forced away, he nearly lost his entire black locks of hair.

The Octavinelle trio will have to keep your personality in mind when it comes to future negotiations… Azul must make sure that his right-hand men stay by him when it comes to it…

Also congratulations! You unlocked a sparring partner!

[heartfullofleeches]

Monster reader is my top fav of ALL readers.

Like just imagine if Monster reader just wanted food so they go into a place that looks like it has food. And somehow walks into a cult meeting that give their upmost dedication to some monster god that looks similar to monster reader lol.

“ Today, we have come together to give our upmost dedication and beliefs into our savior. Our savior who gave us our life and our creation! And that is why today, we will be sacrificing this fool who dared to disrespect- Door opens

“ Oh. Sorry for interrupting, but I was wondering if you have any spare food?”

“….. OUR SAVIOR HAS FINALLY RETURNED!”

“ FORGIVE US FOR BASKING IN YOUR PRESENCE WITH ASKING MY LORD!! EVERYONE GET ON YOUR KNEES AND PRAY FOR FORGIVENESS!”

Lol.

(small mention of gore)

Two months, fourteen days, and five hours.

The longest you've ever went without food. If you were human, the time frame would have held a heavy tax on your body if not killing you out right, but all it did leave was dull pains in your abdomen. During said period, you found a nice cave to sleep in and recover from the injuries sustained in your escape from the facility that stole you from your home. The rest cured your broken bones and scrapes, but unfortunately like every living creature - you needed to eat.

The area you resided in didn't have much going for it in the food category. Most of the edible plants and berries had been picked clean, and you were took out of practice to hunt for your meal. Being locked in a white room with meat thrown at you randomly really put you out of shape in more ways than one. Your fears of having to leave the forest were extinguished with the discovery of an old wrapper found one evening near a neck of the woods you had yet to explore.

The guards at that place walked around with similar papers, filling you with unease, but that anxiety goes out the door the second your nose picks up on a familiar smell. Raw meat.

Climbing over some rocks, you spot a collection of wooden enclosures with strange symbols painted atop. The books the researchers made you read never talked about those. Their knowledge led you to the conclusion that these buildings were cabins and the one where that alluring smell was coming from was the closest to you. There was noise from the neighboring buildings, but if you acted quietly then maybe you could just grab enough food to hold you off for a while and they'd be none the wiser.

Creeping past the red tap that secludes the camp from the rest of the forest, a shrill scream pierces the heavens. It pins you to place, the memories of the cellmates you lost rushing to mind. Is someone hurt? Despite your experiences with others, you wanted to help, but you needed strength in case of any danger.

You hurry to the door, breaking the lock and flinging yourself into the darkness. Your advanced sight guides you through the shadows and straight to your prize. The blinding light from the icebox is the most beautiful pain you've ever witnessed. Forgetting the manners you learned overtime, you claw open various bags of dead flesh and wolf down whatever you can get your hands on. A few of the bags have names on them, but you're too hungry to care why. Bewteen the wet squish of your teeth gnashing shut, a hush blows through the crowd forming outside.

"I told you I heard something, dude. Probably a fucking bear or something. It's eating the reserves."

"Relax. I'll handle it."

The light flickers on. You've been found The guilt you felt for eating the human's food without asking turns into panic as the first thing you see is the barrel of a shotgun pointed square blank at your face. You drop the meat in your hands and cower against the back wall; your first week of freedom spent pushing bullets of the same caliber out your spine. Your lips curl over your teeth as it clatters to the ground in front of you, still afraid as if it could do anything without a handler.

"Could it be?..."

You look up at the robed figures filling the room, the creases of their faces twisted in awe or fright. The first to fall is the one holding the weapon, followed by the rest of their group as they fall to their knees, bowing their heads and rising their hands in prayer. One of the memb pulls out another still standing in shock above you.

"The day of your arrival has finally come. Forgive us, Master. We didn't recognize you at first in such a weak state. Please spare us of your spite."

Master? That's an odd name. You quite liked the one a kind human gave you once. Y/n rolls off the tongue nicer.

"If you still require sustenance, we will leave you to your feast unless you'd prefer the fresher product of our harvest. If I may offer a suggestion, we can mend your clothes and prepare you a bath to cleanse you of our tainted blood."

Bath. Those were the only highlight of the facility. Why are these people being so nice to you compared to them? It made you feel terrible considering you were the one that broke into their home. Hunger beating the conflicting emotions, you continue to eat the meat until your stomach could carry no more. You probably stopped a few bites before you reached maximum capacity due to all the eyes on you making you a little uncomfortable.

You step out of the cabin, wiping your mouth with the bottom of your shirt to be polite. The cult watches your every move, but not one person makes a peep. Considering you were the center of attention, they must be waiting for you.

"Um... hello."

The members of the cult collectively lose their minds.

"Our messiah! They speak! To lowly beings as us."

"It really is them! I'm sorry for ever doubting your presence, my lord."

"This form suits you best in my expert opinion. Let us gather in celebration for your arrival."

They gather around you, examining your claws and taking measurements of your body to prepare proper clothing for you. The questions and praise your bombarded with make your head spin, but soon enough you're led to a bathing house in another cabin and your stress is washed away by the warm water and those who tend to your mated clothes and hair. Not long into your bath, others come with robes for you to wear. They sob and shrivel beneath your words of thanks, everyone here does.

After dinner where you sit at the head of the table, too full to eat a bite of food, you're allowed to wonder the grounds until your cabin has been fully furnished. You enter the room where the screams originated from hours ago, shocked by what you discover.

A mural of a beast similar to you was painted on the far wall in fine paint and what smelled like blood. Dual irises, onyx fangs, the cross scar in the center of its chest. This creature was you, a bigger, menacing and all powerful you. Below the painting was a dead human spilt open from sternum to belly, the bones broken away and organs scooped clean. Backing away from the scene, you bump into someone.

"We are so glad that you've come to us, Master. Please grant us the lasting benefit of your presence for the rest of our days - and beyond

[bandgie]

Predator & Prey

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smut!Nonhuman

synopsis: You were suddenly teleported to a snowy world while discovering a cave. After norrowingly escaping a terrible fate, you're practically forced to deal with a winged beast you saved. It's awkward and kinda mean, but it does more good than harm.

warnings!: I think this counts as dead dove, there's some gore (stabbing, blood, bone breaking) in this chapter. there's also monsterfucking, but it's not in this chapter (no smut... yet), reader is also is a scary situation but you'll make it out okay :)

a/n: I love monster fucking, I am part of the community and I pray this reaches the right audience cuz im not tryna be shamed!

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You wore a cute spring dress, being that it was Easter. You did not favor the color white or yellow, so you when with a shade of pink that went nicely against your skin. The dress was decorated with small flowers at the bottom of the dress that touched your mid thigh. You wore open-toed wedges made it a little difficult to walk in, but you could manage.

Though you liked hunting for eggs, pictures were probably your least favorite part. Then again, you're sure it was everyone's least favorite part. Your family was looking for another spot to take a picture, so you were free to explore the terrain of the area. Your family had chosen a secluded beach, not many people but too many caves. You opted to watch the beach, the waves softly splashing at your feet.

Your peace is broken by your younger sibling calling your name, signaling that your parents have found a place for pictures. With a sigh, you grab your shoes and walk barefoot on the sand. Then you feel it, a cold breeze washes over you that send chills down your spine. Your head whips around, arms wrapping around your body as you look at your surroundings. Sure it was windy, but it shouldn't have been that cold.

You're about to ignore it when you feel the gust of wind again, now realizing it's coming from the cave to your right. You narrow your eyes to look inside, unsure of what you might see.

Nothing.

You step closer, ignoring your sibling's yelling as you walk into the cave. The empty cave, save for the water on the ground and the...icicles on the ceiling?

The ground starts to viciously shake, your arms stretching out to find something to balance on. One arm grabs onto the side of cave while the other block the top of your head to prevent the icicles from falling on you.

An earthquake, you think as you fear for you life and your family's. They should be safe, given that they're outside. You though? You're not entirely sure. After a few more seconds, the ground stops moving, the water stops splashing so aggressively. You release a breath you didn't know you were holding and turn, running back to your family to check on them.

The cold hits you immediately, your arms go back to wrapping across your body. You think you're hallucinating, dreaming. Those icicles must've hit your head leaving you unconscious. But why does it feel so real? The painful chill you're body is experiencing, the chattering of your teeth, the snow that falls from the sky, why is it all so real?

You take tentative steps forward, eyes scanning the frosty trees and ears hyper fixated on the crunch beneath your feet. Toes and fingers are the first to go in frostbite, so you bend down to put your shoes back on. You sink into the snow, but it's either this or chopping your feet off.

"Mom?! Dad?!" You yell. You strain to hear any response, but you're left with deafening silence. You sniff, eyes starting to water. You're scared, the overwhelming scene of loneliness quickly starting to get the best of you.

You shake your head aggressively, the heated curls on your head hitting you in the face. Crying won't fix anything, it'll only make things worse. With a few deep breaths, you manage to maintain your composure.

Okay first things first, you think, get warm. Most people would advise you to stay where you are when you're lost, but in this case, that's the last thing you should do. You look at where the sun is, determining that it's a little past the afternoon. People who live in the snow build their houses on the East, so maybe if you head in that direction you'll find something?

"Oh my god," you say aloud, finally accepting the predicament you're in.

"I'm fucked."

-

You were about to give up on your pursuit of finding warmth until you saw a large house, or building. It was far, but it was there. Your body was shivering, and you know your snot and tears were frozen on your face, but the mere sight of a home had you running.

Your wedges quickly came undone, leaving your barefooted to run in the burning snow. You didn't care though, and the view of the house-no mansion quickly came into view. It was bigger than you anticipated, but you could only cry of joy when you ran up the steps and banged on the door.

It didn't matter if you looked like a crazy woman, it didn't matter how disgusting your face was, what mattered was being thrown in a fire.

"Hello?!?!? Excuse me?!?!" Your voice was loud, demanding to be heard. Both your hands were banging harshly on the door, you would apologize for being so rude later.

Finally the door swung open, an older lady in white and black greening you.

"What in names heaven do you think you're- Oh my goodness!" She quickly took in your physical state. She grabbed you by the hand and yanked you inside, shutting the door.

"Grace?" Another voice called from deeper inside the house. "Who was it?"

The lady, who you now know was Grace, waved a dismissive hand. "Run me a hot bath! Quickly! Quickly!" Grace was practically pushing you inside, up the stairs while your feet struggled to keep up. You were shivering too much, tears clouding your vision that you could barely see where you were going. But you could feel the warm embrace of heat.

You were shoved into a room, clothes quickly being stripped off before you could complain. Grace along with other women lifted you and placed you in a bath. You yelped in pain, the heat of the water was too much. If they heard you, they ignored you. Rather, they dunked a bucket of water over your head, warming every part of your body.

After clearing your face, you finally took in the way the bathroom looked, if you could call it that. It was unbelievably big, a large window stood in front of you. Then you looked the women who were scrubbing you, varying from ages. Yet, it was clear the Grace was the one in charge, easily giving orders the other ladies listened to. They were all dressed the same, as if it was uniform.

"Do you guys...work here?" You ask.

Your voice broke their concentration, eyes narrowing at you. "Maids tend to work where they live, yes," Grace answers, as if it's the most obvious answer. Maids? You think, who has maids nowadays? Before you can ask another question, Grace speaks.

"Are you feeling better? Can you move?" Her eyes can your body from underneath the body, and now is it that you become aware that you're nude. You can't cover yourself though, the other women were busy cleaning your arms and scrubbing your head.

You nod deciding that this must be a frequent occurrence for them, "Yeah, it's just a little hard to move my fingers." She nods, turning to the door. "That's normal," she starts, "I'll find you something to wear. Girls..." her head turns to her workers, "Get her dry."

With multiple yes ma'am's they pull you out of the water, leaving you to bare to the window. A small shriek leaves your lips, you quickly tell them you can dry yourself. They instead giggle at your little outburst, gently pulling you out of the tub.

"Please don't worry yourself miss," one of them says. It's only then that you notice their accent. It had a slight lisp to it, like a gentle pirate who was sophisticated.

"You'll be fine with us. For now, we should get the hearth going. Need to warm yourself yes?" Another was grabbing the towel, wrapping you tightly. Before you could say something, there was loud clanging. Muffled, but loud enough. You peer outside the two-story window and see a cage. There were three people, men you think, poking at the cage with what seemed like a stick. Whatever was in the cage was not happy, thrashing around angrily.

"Please miss, pry you eyes away. It's unwise to look upon such a beastly thing," another girl pulls you away from the window, using smaller towels to dry your hands and feet.

You remain silent, allowing them to dry your body. You hear a couple of them whispering near the door.

"I hear she came with ill clothes, indecent for a young lady in this cold," one whispers. "She must not be from here. Perhaps she was in an accident and got lost," the other reasons.

Before you could say anything, the door swings open, almost hitting the two gossiping girls. Grace waltz in, a large dress in her hands. She sets it on the stool nearby and with a wave of her hand, dismisses a few of the girls.

"I believe this will fit rather nicely. These girls will do your hair and such," Grace announces.

"Actually," you start, "I'm just lost. I don't know where I am and-" Grace laughs, though you didn't say anything funny. "I understand your worries, but I believe you should concern yourself with other things. Do you know whose house you're in?" Her eyes glint with curiosity. I shake my head, "Like I said, I'm lost and I need to find my-"

"You are in the home of Lord Lukas," Grace interrupts again. You're starting to grow irritated, close to snapping at this lady. She helped you though, clothed and bathed you; you bite your tongue.

"He is the famous monster hunter, and you stumble in here wearing heavens knows what in the winter. You have stirred the pot in such a way, miss. Perhaps I pry too much, but are you...interested in the lord?"

You furrow your eyebrows. The ladies behind you are dead silent, waiting for your response. You take a deep breath, "I don't want to talk about this naked."

The ladies gasp, as if you had said a terrible thing. They quickly grab the dress from Grace and bottles from the bid dresser behind you. Without a word, grab at your towel, but you hold it tightly.

"Can I dress myself?!" You shout, losing your composure. The ladies look at one another then at Grace. For a moment, Grace eyes you suspiciously. She lets out a sigh and nods, "Leave her girls. We need to prepare for dinner."

-

You have decided that not only are you in a completely different area, but surrounded by old technology. No hair dryer, heated pipes for the bath, stained windows, the smell of old wood, it's not current trends. Perhaps this place prefers the older times, but the accent, the outfits...

No, you're getting distracted. You need to get home, and you should start by heading back from where you came from. Or is this just a very realistic dream? You would normally wake up the moment you recognized you were dreaming, but this time you stayed in this fictional world.

One thing was sure though, you were not putting that dress on. It was beautiful yes, but too many layers. It had a corset much too small for your body and was unnecessarily big. After some digging around, you found outfits that were similar of that to that maids. It would be much easier to walk in, and put on.

You dried your hair as much as you could before brushing it out with a long toothed comb. There was some make up on the dresser as well, you touched it curiously. It definitely was old, the style, the smell. You decided to not put any on, scared of the chemicals it may have.

When you opened the door, you were in another room. A bedroom. You gasped, if you thought the bathroom was huge, this was gigantic. A big, red, plush bed in the middle, a fireplace from where you were exiting was lit, a long window on the right, and an even bigger dresser on the left. It was straight from a fairy tail.

Now you understood why the dress was so big, so grand; Because this entire mansion was lavish. You were given that dress to fit the aesthetic. You walked around the room, unsure if it was even the one you were temporarily given.

You made your way to the window, your hand touching the cold glass. You looked down, seeing the cage they ladies had told you to not look at. You saw the...beast...huddled in a corner, conserving it's warmth. You pouted, feeling bad for this pure black creature. It was hard to make it out, but it looked like it was enveloping itself in wings.

"That's a big ass bird," you mumble.

Knocking at the door startles you, turning your head to see who was opening the door. You relaxed when you saw one of the ladies who was attending to you in bath.

"Miss, it is time for- What! Oh no dear, that is not what you should be wearing," she promptly shuts the door, speed walking to you."This is completely unacceptable. If the Lord saw you think this..." she trails off. She hurries to the closet you hadn't noticed, swinging its doors open.

"Yeah sorry," you apologize, "I didn't think I would feel comfortable in that dress so I put this on instead." She ignored you, rummaging for something that you can wear.

"You will be in the presence of the Lord of this house, miss," her tone is clipped, "I understand you are not from here, but he is someone of power. I assume even a place where you're from would have someone power?"

She doesn't bother to wait for you answer, instead pulling a golden color dress out. It's doesn't look puffy at all, instead like an easy slip on. It glitters in the light, you notice a slightly deep v-line. The maid gently places it on the bed.

"Put this on miss. I will be outside your door, please dress quickly," and with that she leaves.

You take one more glance outside the window and make your way to the bed, reaching for the dress. It really is pretty, and it's long enough to have leg room, but not enough to have you trip. You nod, satisfied with this dress.

You slip into it, feet first. It goes over you easily, and you reach behind to tie it together. It proved harder than you thought and you struggle horribly. You pace around the room trying to lace the string though its holes, facing the window as if the scenery will help.

You let out a loud, frustrated groan. The bird in the cage jolts, and your eyes widen. Did it hear you? You watch as it lifts its head up, looking around until it meets your eyes. You gasp, looking into its black, human-like eyes. You stumble backwards with a hand covering your mouth, what was that?

"Miss?" The maid reappears, probably from hearing your frustration.

You close your eyes, your head is playing tricks on you. You're in an unfamiliar place and your brain in panicking, unsure of how to take in its surroundings. Plus the bird was far away, you could be mistaking things.

"My dress," you choke out, "I can't do the back."

Wordlessly, she goes behind you, tying the the back of the dress in a criss-cross manner. Your heartbeat is wild, loud in your ears and throat. You're suddenly remained of how utterly lost and alone you are, no longer interested in playing pretend. You sniff, tears softly falling down your face.

The maid notices this, she gently pats your shoulder. She turns you around and wipes your years with her thumb, smiling softly at you. "I'm so sorry that you are lost miss. Lord Lukas is a very powerful man and I'm sure he can help you. Do not fret please."

You nod, grateful for her encouraging words. "I just really wanna go home."

"And you will," she promised, "But I'm sure you're famished, let's eat first."

-

Lord Lukas was younger than you anticipated, less than 10 years younger than you. His parents died, leaving him with a massive fortune and to carry the legacy of being a monster hunter. He loved talking about himself, you had only managed to tell him your name and how you got lost.

If you shut off your brain, it was easy to accept that you had somehow teleported to a different world. You didn't want to think about it too much, how there must be millions of different worlds and millions of portals to them. You were the unlucky soul that stumbled upon one, and you needed to go to the right one to get home. See? Wasn't too hard to understand if you didn't think too much about it.

You poked at your food, your appetite was nonexistent. It looked good though, cooked meat with boiled veggies and unique looking rice. At least you think it's rice. The man siting across from the table was still stuck on how you ended up here. Portals were thought the be a myth, yet here you are.

"So you're just looking for a family?" He asks, shoving a broccoli in his mouth. "Yes, my family," you stress. You briefly met his eyes, they were a light green. He smiled.

"And you said you were near the sea when this happened?" You nod. He hums, "I've always wanted to visit the sea. I've only seen pictures and I think it's quite beautiful." "Yeah it's nice," you agree, "The sand gets annoying though.

He laughs softly. He leans forward, eyes going down to your cleavage. You grimace. It doesn't matter what title a man has, he will always be a pig.

"You smell like lavender," he notes, "I love that smell." You laugh awkwardly, "Uh, yeah the girls had good soap."

"So," he says, eyes never leaving yours, "you're with your family when you stumble in a cave, appear here with no idea of how, and now you're at my place, lost. Looking for refuge?"

"Yup, pretty much," you nod. "But I dont need...refuge. I just need to go back home. I don't know what being a monster hunter means, but you must know about fantasy things like that. I don't have money to give but I went to school and-"

He starts laughing, hysterically actually. The words in your throat get caught, and you're replaying what you said in your head to see what was so funny.

"Unbelievable! You're a a great jester I give you that," he says, wiping a tear from his eye. "You don't need to lie, sweetheart. I don't know who put you up to this trick, but it's quite admirable." He stands and walks around the table so he's behind you. You stiffen, head turning so he never leaves your sight. "What are you taking about?" You ask.

"Many know that I am without wife. I've heard the complaints of how they worry about who will carry the monster hunter title, about who will inherit my fortunes. You are lost? No family? With no way back?" He laughs again, "It's a very intricate plan, and I'm almost impressed with how well they know what I fancy most in a woman."

He leans down in you ear, breath disgustingly hot, "I suppose you're hungry for something else. Yes?"

His hand appears on your shoulder, trailing down to your breasts before you shove him off. You stand from your seat, chair falling from how forceful your movement was.

"The fuck?! Don't fucking touch me!" You yell. You grab a stake knife from the table and hold it, aimed at him. "I don't know who you are and I don't give a fuck! I'm not going to play dress up anymore, you sick fuck."

Lukas raises his eyebrows, surprised by your outburst. He smooths a hand over his face and smiles again, "Did they also tell you that I enjoy the chase? I love it when they fight back."

His words send a chill though your body, you nearly gag. "You're sick. Stay the fuck away from me."

His smile widens more, "And I just adore your accent, I wonder how it will sound when you submit to me."

You run with the knife in hand, choosing to go out the back door rather than the front. The sun is setting, giving the snow a pretty pink glaze color. You would admire it if you weren't being pursued. Lukas is fast behind you, but if you manage to make it though the clutter of trees, you might have a chance.

No one is outside, no one was at the dinner. Did he send them away so he could have you alone? Did he plan this out?

You yelp when you're tackled into the snow, face first. The knife falls out of your hand and you're left defenseless. He yanks your hair so your head is up, he presses a knee into your lower back. "You're a lot faster than I anticipated, but no matter."

You trash in his hold, but he only digs his knee deeper into you. You cry out in pain, hands scratching at what you can manage.

"Gosh you are so full of energy!" He exclaims. "Keep this up, you will tire in no time."

He maneuvers you so you lay on your back, but this gives you more room to kick and hit. You do manage to get a few good punches in, but he grabs the top of your head and slams you into the ground. Your head rings from the impact, a groan leaving you.

"You...dick..." you strain out, spitting salvia in his face. He puts all his weight on your stomach, hands gripping your throat. He lifts one of his hands and backhands you, you head harshly turning to the right. Then you see the cage, it's no less than 20 feet from you. The bird is still huddled in its corner, but its eyes peer to you. The poor animal has been out in this snow for who knows how long and it's still alive. For some reason, it gives you strength. Despite the tears in your eyes, you see the glint of you knife. Lukas's hands violently tear at the top of your dress, trying to rip it.

For a moment, just for a moment, he loses his grip on your throat. You take this opportunity to headbutt him right on the nose, and you hear a satisfying crunch when you do. His hand cradles his broken nose, and you strike him with the heel of your palm while he was stunned. You manage to get half his weight off you and you reach for the knife.

He sees this and grips your hair again, but it's too late, you've already grabbed it. You turn and stab him in the neck, surprised by how how hard it is to sink in. You pull the knife out and stab again hard, blood spraying on your face and fingers. He cries out, hands grasping yours to pull away. His eyes meet yours and you see it, fear. Genuine fear that makes the hair on your neck stand. With a cry you took the knife out and stab a third time, this time digging so deep your fingers could feel the insides of his throat.

He gurgles, blood pooling from his mouth and neck as he opens his mouth to speak, but you drop his body on the ground before he gets the chance to. You sob wrecks through you, you hadn't notice the tears running down your face until now. You were wailing, weeping from your dire situation and the dying body next to you. In the movies, they had died so quick, almost gracefully. But this was messy, blood was all over your dress, hands, the knife, the snow. His hands were weakly trying to cover his wounds, to stop the blood from flowing out.

You needed to get out of here, it was only a matter of time before they came looking for Lukas. Or his body at least.

You stand on your shaky legs, wiping your tears and keeping a steady hold on the knife. 'This isn't real," you tell yourself. "You're fine. You're alive. You'll be okay."

You look up and see that you facing the cage, but the bird is no longer hunched over. Though the cage is much too small for it to stand, it crouches eyes trained on you. It's no bird, not with a human body like that. Its skin is pale, nearly grey with a head a black hair. It's nails are inhumanly long, its feet shaped like a birds. It's wings are cramped, tightly tucked beneath its back. You could still see it's dark feathers, and the tail that swishes unsettling. It could pass for human if you ignored its pitch black eyes. You knew for sure it was a male, it wore no clothes despite having a similar male anatomy.

It looks like a nightmare, but more human than the corpse behind you. Its eyes look at you then the lock, signaling you on what it wants. Despite everything you laugh. This monster had seen you fight for your life and all it asks if you to free it.

"I don't have the keys," you say, though you know it can't understand you. Its eyes flicker to the man you killed, then to the lock, then at you. You shiver, it can understand you. You look behind you and shudder, you had killed someone.

"Are you serious?"

It doesn't respond, instead shifting anxiously in its cage. Who knows how long it's been in there, in the cold. You let out a sign, rubbing your face. You know you're smearing blood all over yourself, but you don't care.

You turn to the body, reaching for keys. You keep your eyes closed, instead feeling around for the item. Finally, you feel a bundle of metal in the pockets of the dead man, pulling them out. It's a hoop of keys that jingle in your hands, and the beast behind you clatters in excitement.

You stand and head to the cage, grabbing the lock. There must be around 10 rings on this key holder, and you're not sure how long it will take to try them all. The first one is a no go, no even fitting in the hole. The second one fits halfway, and no matter how deep you tried to shove it in, it just wouldn't go in.

The human-like monster inside the cage paces, obviously anxious about being free. You were trying the third one when you could hear shouting from the house.

"Where is the Lord?" "Shouldn't he be done by now?" "Go look for him!"

The beast and you lock eyes. You don't know if you have the time to open his cage, and he knows it. But the way it's looking at you, so much hope and pleading, you feel a pang of guilt.

"I'll keep trying okay? But don't expect me to get captured for you okay?" You go back to the task at hand, the third one did not fit. Your fingers start to go numb from the cold, it takes a while for you to fit the 4th key in. Though it manages to slide in, it doesn't turn.

"Fuck," you whisper, struggling to grab the fifth key. Then you hear the door swing open, and 4 men tumble out. "Hey!" One of the shouts, and you whimper. The beast gets close to your face, eyes never leaving you. It's a silent plea, just try one more key. You should go, you should run, but you don't.

You shakily shove the fifth key in, ignoring how close the sound of running is getting. It turns, and grants you a soft click! "Holy shit, it's op-"

You yelp, hair being yanked back from the cage. The man who has you hostage is angry, eyes bulging from his sockets as he regards you. "You whore! You damned heathen!" You throws you harshly on the snow, your fingers numbly try to grasp anything, but it's so hard to move them.

"Captain. He's dead," one man says, next to the body of your assaulter. While a 2 men attempt to revive the body, the other two draw their weapons. "You fool! Do you know what you've done?!" "A stupid whore like you could have never killed a man. Who were you with? What did you plan? Where is your-" The captain is cut off quickly by a screech.

You hear the slash of flesh, blood spreading on you. The captain stands as he clutches his stomach, entrails exposed to you. Before the man beside him can react, he's grabbed and yanked into the sky. Your eyes follow up, watching as the winged beast takes him high into the clouds before he dropped him. His body lands 10 feet away from you, a nasty sound emits as his body snaps.

You scream, covering your face and head to shield your eyes. You put yourself face down into the snow, trying to ignore the sound of men screaming and flesh tearing. Your body is shaking from fear rather than cold. You don't know what type of monster you let free from its cage, but it's certainly out for revenge.

Finally it stops, but you can't stop sobbing. You didn't want to kill anyone, you didn't want anyone else to die. You just wanted to go home. You wish you were taking those stupid fucking pictures instead of enduring this fantasy nightmare.

The sound of feet crunching gets your attention and it stops right in front of you. You slowly lift your head up, quieting your sobs as you recognize the bird-like feet in front of you. Your head keeps going up, finally seeing the beast stand bare in front of you. You sniff and stand, surprised by how tall it is. It's taller than any human man, that's for sure. You barely reach its torso, needing to look up to see its face.

It leans down, and you gasp when a snake like tongue darts out of its mouth. It tastes your face, touching he tears and blood that stain it. It puts its tongue away and swaps it for another, a much bigger and thicker one. You close your eyes as it licks your cheeks, collecting the saltiness. You let out soft whimpers while it cleans you, hand softly gripping your chin so it can tilt your face in his direction. When he's satisfied, he grabs your hands. He brings them to his face and he licks your fingers, drinking the dried blood on them. It purrs at the taste, greedily taking it all.

Once he's done you open your eyes, gently pulling away from him. Its wings spread out from him, larger than any bird you've ever seen. Each wing is longer than his height, covered in dark feathers. You take a step back, finally looking at him at his full height. He still looks like a nightmare yes, but so beautifully scary.

"I need to get home," is all you say. You know it can understand you, perhaps it was trained by humans. "I don't know where I am or when I am? Oh god what am I even saying." You bury your face in your hands. You're going to cry again.

A gentle hand finds your shoulder, another gently pats your head. "You will be okay, human." You gasp at its voice. It's so deep and slightly scratchy, as if he hasn't spoken in a long time. You look up at it, mouth agape. "You can speak?" You muster.

It's face does not change, only giving you a simple nod. "You will be fine, but first we must leave. You have killed a Lord, and I his guards. You will be safe, but not here. Come."

It reaches its clawed hand at you, waiting for you to take it. You look at the hand then at the house. Should you trust this creature and leave with it? Or go back the way you came in a place you're completely unfamiliar with? A rock and a hard place.

You look at it in the eyes, searching for any indication of what it wants, but it just stares back. You notice you can see some white of its eyes, his pupils must expand exponentially when he's full of adrenaline.

You let out a shaky breath and grab his hand, "Guess we should go then."

a/n: this is the first chapter! this story is still in the works but I think im on the last chapter! ill post the second chapter tmr or something

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

4,10 and 19 ? 👀 (did I do it right ? Or do I have add something to it ?)

4. You know I'd do anything to keep you by my side right? Anything.

10. Let me call you mine just for tonight.

19. Never scare me like that again!

Nope you did it right! Lol Thank you for sending this in ☺️

Hope you don't mind if I use the prison au, it has me in a chokehold 😫 Au belongs to @rius-cave

Lucifer pulled Adam along by the collar of his jumpsuit back to their shared cell. He was fucking pissed at the ex-officer, how stupid can you be?!

Adam was sporting a freshly made black eye, given to him by one of the V gang members. He didn't say anything as he was pulled along, he did what he did for a reason and he'd do it again.

Lucifer all but threw Adam into their cell slamming the door behind them, he waited for the click to be sure the door was locked. Adam sat down on the bed and just waited for the ear full he knew he was in for. Lucifer came up to him and gripped Adam's jaw, making him look Lucifer in the eye. "Don't you ever scare me like that again!! Do you hear me? You could have fucking died!" Lucifer roared, his voice sounded angry, but it was laced with concern.

Adam rolled his eyes which earned him a stronger grip on his jaw. "Like you give a shit." He ground out.

Lucifer glared, the nerve of this prick! "Look," he started "I know you were only trying to get that V asshole off of Anthony, I agree the guy could use a shit kicking for what he does to that kid. But putting yourself in harm's way like that? Val wouldn't think twice about shanking you."

Adam and Anthony or 'Angel' as his street name was, have grown close in the clink. So when Adam saw that fucker smacking his friend around, it set something inside his soul on fire. So he stepped in and shoved the prick into his equally weird friend. That had earned Adam his black eye when Val stood back up. Apparently, he had more in mind than just blackening the ex-officers eye.

Lucifer had stepped in at the last second and stole the shank away and had embedded it into Val's ribcage.

Adam felt his eye throb at the memory. "Well, if you'd have let him, your job here would be done now wouldn't it?"

Lucifer was taken aback by this, but he recovered quickly. "Are you really that stupid? I take my deals very seriously. For as long as I own you, you will not be harmed as much within my power."

Lucifer got closer to his face, his blue eyes boring into Adam's dark brown ones, this close he thought he could see flecks of gold. "You know I'd do anything to keep you by my side, right? Anything." He growled out. What did he have to do to drive the point home?

Adam felt his breath hitch in his throat. Somehow this felt different, like something between has changed. "I don't know, do I know that?" Sure, there had been lingering touches, they showered together for fuck sakes and even shared a weird kiss but they had never done more than that.

"I don't like people touching what belongs to me. You're my bitch, only I can touch you." Lucifer trailed a hand, the one not holding Adam's jaw, down from Adam's neck to the buttons of his jumpsuit toying with them. He undid the top button and smiled when he felt Adam shiver. "Let me call you mine, just for tonight." He whispered against Adams lips.

Yes, he owned this man's ass but he wouldn't force him into any unwanted sexual situations. Lucifer wasn't a monster.

Adam swore the temperature in their cell was turned up to a suffocating degree, he was hot all over. He knew the blonde twink wasn't going to let him fuck him, Lucifer was planning on fucking him. Adam had never been with a man before. He always thought that if he did try to sleep with a man one day, it sure was shit wasn't gonna happen in prison.

Beggers can't be choosers he supposed.

"Okay." Was all he said before Lucifer's lips attached themselves to his own, stealing the air out of his lungs. Adam felt himself being pushed down into the bunk bed, Lucifer crawling on top of him. He felt his jumpsuit being unbuttoned.

Even if this was a mistake, a choice made in the heat of the moment with emotions running too high. Neither could deny afterwards how fucking great it had been.

[septimusmoonlight]

Anonymous: IK this sounds funny but here me out. A monster steals you from ur village be cuz ur simply too much for him to handle, he's fallen in love with ur simple human beauty. Now he takes you away to his cave and wants to get a lil spicy with you right? He's huge like massive, enormous and with a huge cock to match. He has a big scary voice but strangely enough he's kind. Even while he's fucking you roughly and animal like he praises you for taking his cock so well and comments on ur beauty.

Aw, what a sweetheart~

I’m wandering around in the outskirts of my village, where the dense forest starts to creep up on the outermost buildings. I’m simply taking a walk to clear my head, admiring the early-spring flowers and the mild chill in the air, before I get the sense that something might be wrong when I hear the underbrush to my left being frantically bulldozed through. I don’t have time to react before a big, scale-covered creature with beautiful curled horns, broad shoulders, dragon-like legs, and a tooth-filled snout crashes into me at full speed, picks me up, and then sprints back deep into the woods at a terrifying speed with me held close to its chest, dodging surprisingly nimbly around the trees for something of its size.

It - he? - finally slows down when we get back to its - his - lair: the space between two enormous boulders that are both more like small hills than lone rocks. The entrance is marked by two fallen trees leaning against each other over it, forming a tent-like structure and serving to make the door less visible to outsiders. When we get inside, he pulls another log up to the hole to close it with a single hand, still holding me in the other, which gives a good picture of the kind of strength I’d be dealing with if I decided to fight.

Then, he turns away from the entrance and lifts me to his face. To my surprise, though, he doesn’t open his maw to eat me; instead, he presses his snout to my lips, forcing a long tongue down my throat in what I realize is his version of a kiss. I choke and gag on the slimy appendage, caught off-guard - and unwillingly turned on.

“You,” he rumbles after he pulls his tongue out of my mouth, “are even more beautiful up close.”

I don’t even have the words for the amount of questions that his statement immediately floods my head with.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he continues, his voice deeper, primal, bigger than any human voice I’ve ever heard before. “I just had to have you. You were too bewitching a sight to let go, and your body and scent have haunted my dreams.” As a disoriented tangential thought, I find it interesting that creatures like this can actually dream - but that concept is gone a moment later when he starts tearing off my clothes. “There’s no need for you to wear these around me,” he says. “I want to see your naked form all the time, unobscured.”

I’m distantly flattered, but the primary thought going through my head is just what the fuck repeated over and over again.

“And now that I have you, I want to be able to have you whenever I want, without clothing in the way,” he growls more urgently. I look down, and I immediately see what he means - he’s sporting a massive, dripping hard-on, half-again the length of my forearm and as thick around as my thigh, with a tapered head. My first thought is the knowledge that he’s doing this to me without my consent, but my second is the knowledge that said non-consent is turning me on…and just looking at what he’s equipped with isn’t making things any better.

The monster inhales deeply, slowly through his nose, and I realize that he probably has a sharper sense of smell than any human - which means that he can probably tell that I’m getting wetter by the second. Like he’s confirming as much, he lowers me until I’m face-to-face with the evidence of his desire. “I can tell you like it,” he rumbles. “Go on, have a taste. It’s just a nice preview of what I’m going to do to you.”

I hesitate, but then - both turned on and scared of the monster’s enormous talons - I lean forward and catch a drop of precum from the side of his cock, dragging my tongue all the way up so that I can latch my lips around the very tip and get more of it into my mouth. It’s salty, strong, with a bitter aftertaste that somewhat lingers in the back of my mouth - but he has a smell, a musk that’s downright intoxicating.

He laughs, a strange sound to hear from something so clearly inhuman. “See, isn’t that nice? Now-” He puts me down on the floor and pins me in place with one hand, positioning himself with the other. “You’re already gorgeous, and I can only imagine you’ll make noises to match.”

He forces the tip into me, and I’m already stretched wide, even just this much wider than anything I’ve ever taken before. I arch my back as much as I can, the monster keeping me mostly immobile, and I cry out in surprise, pain, and an uncomfortable amount of pleasure.

“Oh, just like that,” the monster growls. “That’s so pretty, keep making sounds like that for me, beautiful little thing.” He slowly, slowly sinks himself deeper. “I’m hardly having to make an effort because you’re already so wet, taking me so well.” He shifts his hips slightly, then suddenly pushes into me much deeper. “Do you like it?”

He already told me that he can smell that I like it, and I manage to gasp as much - but the monster laughs quietly.

“I want to hear you say it,” he rumbles. “I want to hear your pretty voice breaking while you tell me how good it feels.”

I obey, telling him in a shaky voice interspersed with small yelps and whimpers that it feels good, it feels really good and I like how big he is.

“You like being small? You like taking something as big as me?” he asks. “You’re even more perfect than I imagined. I thought you would be a lot more opposed to this at first.” His hips finally meet mine, and it feels like he’s filling my entire torso and then some. “But this feels good?”

I’m struggling to put sentences together, but I still get enough of a hold on my words to say in a slightly-strangled voice that yes, it feels good, it feels so good, holy shit, please fuck me this feels so good oh fuck-

“That’s perfect, you’re so perfect.” He starts thrusting, but does not start slow. “I’m so happy that your pretty little body is mine, I’m so lucky that you can take me so well, so beautiful…”

He keeps showering me with compliments and praise even as he pounds into me over and over and over again. I can’t resist or even pretend to fight - I’ve completely lost control at this point, so I simply give in and moan for him, begging, pleading, my cries and howls of pleasure echoing from the cave walls, intertwined with the monster’s satisfied growls and grunts.

At one point, he finally puts enough force into his movements to break through my cervix and start fucking my womb directly. He hisses in pleasure, apparently appreciative of the new tightness - but his reaction is nothing compared to mine, an explosive orgasm that makes my legs shake and my eyes roll back in my head and my voice crack.

“You like me breaking you?” he breathes, his voice half-awed and half-rough with pure lust. “You’re absolutely incredible. Most other people would be scared or angry, but here you are, and I’m lucky enough to have you moaning on my cock.”

At this point, I can’t help myself - I tell him how good it feels, how badly I want him to break me, it feels so good, please fuck my womb, break me, please…

“I’ll be more than glad to,” he snarls, and speeds up his already-brutal pace.

As I scream in pleasure, my entire body quaking as he makes me cum again, I’m starting to think that maybe getting kidnapped isn’t so bad after all.

[holylulusworld]

Papillon (1) - The lion's den

Summary: Your secret is out and there is no way out...

Pairing: Mobster!Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, roughness, unwanted kissing, threats, dubcon, pre-smut, tension, betrayal, mafia au, darkish!Clark Kent

&lt;< Prologue

Papillon Masterlist

“This is insanity,” you try to outstep Clark, but he roughly grabs your arms. He shakes you, laughing like one of the villains in a bad movie. “Let go of me. I’m not some bitch you found at a bar. I’m a federal agent!”

“You are what I allow you to be, Papillon. Tonight, I want you to be my whore. Tomorrow, I haven’t decided yet,” he snarls. “So, what will it be? Will you go down on your knees and beg me for forgiveness or call your boss?”

You purse your lips and raise your chin. Clark Kent is scary as shit, but you won’t cower in front of him. Your boss and colleagues will have your back. You’re sure about it.

“I’ll call my boss,” you grit out as his hold on your arms tightens.

Fuck, he’s so strong and tall, and the glimmer in his eyes tells you to not make another mistake.

“How about I call him? He will confirm that you are mine to play with.”

You look up at Clark with angry eyes, but your pulse quickens. He looks so confident and sure about what he says. “Go ahead.”

“Aw, you still believe someone will come for your aid,” he taunts you. “Watch me, papillon. Soon, you will know that only I care for your well-being from now on.”

He cups your face with both hands, making you feel even smaller. “I don’t think so.”

“You’ll change your mind,” he roughly claims your lips, tongue forcing its way inside your mouth. You weakly push against his chest, while debating to bite his tongue. “Let me call him, and after, you will go down on your knees.”

He steps away, leaving you breathless and scared as he walks toward his desk. You want to tell him to shove his arrogance up to his ass, but you are not suicidal.

Clark sits on his comfortable swivel chair, smirking darkly as he dials your boss’s number. He leans back, watching you wring your hands.

Your eyes drift toward the door, and you wonder if you can make it out of the room and house before a bullet ends your life.

“Perry, how are you,” Clark’s grin widens. He imitates a Cheshire grin, making you squirm. “I got your little agent here. I caught her in my web, and I’d like to keep her for fun.”

You swallow thickly when Clark puts your boss on loudspeaker.

“She’s all yours, Mr. Kent. I always keep my word. I just don’t know why you wanted me to send her.”

“I have my reasons.” You feel like a fool listening to your boss and Clark talks about your fate as if your life doesn’t mean a thing to them. “She’s going to be so good for me.”

“If you are happy, I’m happy,” Perry, the man you considered a second father, replies. He laughs and tells Clark to have fun.

“One more thing,” Clark sizes you up. He crooks his finger, gesturing to you to step closer. “Burn her place down. Make it look like she died in the fire.”

“Consider it done.”

“No…please…my cat,” you jump into motion, almost pouncing on Clark. “All my memories…my picture album. It’s all I have left of my family. Please.” You kneel in front of Clark, hands running over his long legs. “Please…”

“Hmmm…” He dips his head to watch you cry. “So pretty when you cry.” Clark leans forward to cup your face with one large hand. He wipes away a tear, humming when you close your eyes. “Why should I shelter your place? What will I get in return?”

“What do you want?” You try to sound strong and confident, but your hope just died. Clark was right. Your boss offered you to the monster in front of you on a silver plate.

“You know what I want, papillon,” his features darken when your eyes drop toward his crotch. “You are already on your knees, so…”

“I’ll do it.” You try to forget about the situation you are in, and that you hate the man in front of you. If you can pretend you like going down on him, he will believe you caved in. You can use his demands to your advantage.

“Perry, I changed my mind. I will send someone to grab a few things. I’ll call you later, and you can burn the place down.”

No…no. You had hoped he wouldn’t go that far. Giving in to keep Clark from burning down your place was your last hope. If everyone believes you are dead, no one will come to your rescue.

“I’ll be waiting for your call then, boss,” Clark ends the call and tosses the phone somewhere on the desk.

“Now, you owe me much more than going down on your knees, papillon. I hope that mouth is worth all the trouble.”

“I always wondered what you are hiding underneath,” Clark watches you strip down to your underwear with hungry eyes. He dips his head, and hums. “My men got your cat, the picture album, and personal stuff. We left all of your papers; you won’t need them anymore. You’re mine now.”

You blend the man out, and his threats too. If you must do this to survive the night, you will try to do it your way.

“Thank you, Sir,” you purr as you drop to your knees to crawl toward Clark. “I bet you are tall everywhere. I cannot wait to get my hands on your cock.”

He looks surprised, but groans, nonetheless. “Come here and get what you deserve. You’ll love tasting me.”

Clark is a dangerous opponent, deadly even. But he’s just a man. After he gets off, he will forget about you, and turn his attention toward business. If you play your cards right, you can slip out of the house and look for help.

He squirms in his seat when you run your hands up his long legs again. You take your time, nuzzling his legs, purring, and moaning as you rub yourself on one of his shoes.

"You make me so wet," the lie easily rolls off your tongue. You inch closer, spreading his legs to kneel between them.

“Fuck,” he curses loudly, barely able to hold back. He may have tricked you and had you on your knees, but you studied all of his weaknesses and kinks. You will be damned if you don’t use your knowledge against him. “You’re such a good slut.”

“I know,” You hate yourself for enjoying having the power over this powerful man. He watches you bury your face in his clothed crotch and nuzzle him while you plan to get him arrested.

He pants heavily, and his eyes are dilated when you look up at him from between his legs. Clark runs his hands over his thighs, fingers digging into his muscles. “Go ahead, pretty papillon.”

Men are so predictable. Doctor, garbage man, or mafia boss. The weakness between their legs will always be their downfall.

You will be waiting for your chance to bring him down. Even if you have to do it on your own…

Part 2

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[blackredblue1998]

Yesterday I was about to go to sleep when a thought came to my mind and I was literally like: WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!!

🗣️ Hear me out: I'm not by any means a Tamsand shipper (because let's be honest, ratsand doesn't deserve a good booty clapping by Tam EVER!), but what the actual frickin fuck was riceman doing in Spring on the night of Calanmai?? And even more interesting: what was he doing so damn close to the cave Tamlin was supposed to bring the Maid to consummate the ritual?! And don't come up with the excuse "He was just spying🫣 for Amarantha!" NO. Hell to the no, no, no!! If Amarantha wanted to know who Tamlin was dicking🍆 down on the ritual, she could have sent anyone else who wasn't suspicious and known by the other fairies. Instead, she just decided to send the "most powerful High Lord" or whatever to do the job?? Nah, I'm not falling for this bullshit.

If I remember right, rickrolled even says something like “Because all the monsters are free and I can wander wherever I want.” But why, WHY, did he went to see Tamlin doing the Rite if rhysman himself was supposed to be doing the ritual too?!?! Amarantha gave him this one night; he could have gone anywhere in Prytian, even back to H3wn City or Illyr1a (since he kept vel4ris hidden), but he went to Spring just to look? Just to see👀 it? Just for science? Okaaay…… I'll pretend I believe that 😂😂

Other questions came to mind, and this is more about failed world building⚔️: did rhinestone bat complete his own Calanmai to make the magic in Night stronger? Did m0r or small bitch amr3n (being his second and third on command) do it? Assriel or cAss? Keir? So many questions!! 

Second question: being High queen, was Amarantha also requested to do the ritual? If the answer is “yes”, did Amarantha complete the Rite with risksand? (That's horrible even if I hate his character!!).

Another one: if Amarantha was so furious👿 to see ribbonsand dancing with feyrug, why would she let him out from UTM to fuck whoever he wanted exactly on the night of Calanmai?! We know he was allowed to leave to terrorize other Courts and even to kill innocents just for fun (that head on Tamlin's garden and those poor little children on the Winter Court❄️, and don't you dare to waste your saliva or in this case, your fingers to tap “it wasn't him, it was another daemati!!” because we know damn well there wasn't another daemati working for Amarantha, that was just a retcon sarah decided to put out here to redeem rhycardo ass after all the shit he did), so why, WHY THE HELL SHE LET HIM GO and enjoy a night of pleasures with other women?? Or better: other man, since he went straight to eye what Tamlin was about to do. Did she let him go so he could do it? She didn't allow the other High Lords to leave so did she let them at least choose someone to ding their dongs🔞 and revive the magic of their lands or just risesand was allowed to perform it??

That's a lot to think about, started with rustysand and his weird interest in what Tamlin was doing and ended up here, questioning the world building or could I say world lacking??, of acotar. I also used every word I could remember to rename dicksand so at least admit I was very creative on that one 🤭🤭. Btw, I should be sleeping, so here I go, bye!!

[zorosleftshoe]

Loveless - (c.b)

Pairing: Colby Brock x Fem!reader

Summary: Colby is always showing up a new girl on his arm. This time? It’s just too much.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst

“Some of us love others badly, love ourselves worse. Some of us love horrid, love beastly, love sick, love anti light. Sometimes the love can’t go home at night, can’t sleep with itself, cannot contain itself, catches fire, destroys the belly, strips buildings, goes missing. Punches. Smashes heirlooms. Tells lies. The best lies.”

It was never supposed to be anything more than a silly crush. You know, that feeling you get when he looks at you and your cheeks flush that bright cherry red that your cousin used to make fun of you for. Or when his hand bumps yours and those damn butterflies start erupting in your stomach? I never meant for it to become this.

I’m sure if anyone looked at me and saw the way my eyes glistened at Colby as his head was thrown back and a deep laugh rumbled through his stomach they would say I was infatuated. Unfortunately for myself, they would be right. I was fucked. It wasn’t a secret that Colby didn’t date. After Shea he built brick walls around his heart that even the most experienced thief couldn’t break in. I spent months chiseling away at brick after brick, begging him to let me have a peek inside, but the walls were sealed and cement was poured.

Days felt like years when I was near him. As if I was constantly being pulled towards him as if we were magnets that were always meant to collide. It was exhausting. Harboring a secret that I knew would destroy our friendship was slowly creeping under my skin and I knew it would only be so long before I caved under the pressure. I feared losing the only stability I had ever known.

So I kept quiet and smiled wide even when he would show up to group hangouts with his arm slung around another girl who was pressed up firmly against his side. Even now, as my mouth was pressed into a tight lipped smile, I could feel my heart breaking as I watched Colby laugh with Amber. Everyone knew they were friends. Much like him and I were. The only difference? I noticed how every so often her hand would glide down his arm and rest atop his for a few moments before gliding back up to his shoulder. I let out a heavy exhale and slumped further into my seat.

“Are you in?” Kat’s voice pulled me out of my negative thoughts and I hummed in response. “We were talking about going to get some burgers later. Were you too busy staring to notice?” Her question fell so effortlessly from her lips that the daggers I shot with my eyes could have pierced her. The corners of her mouth twitched upwards in a devilish smirk at my reaction. “Burgers? Yes? No?”

“If I say yes, will you let me wallow in self-pity for just a bit longer?” At my words, I couldn’t help but notice how Colby glanced towards me. His eyes finally leaving Amber and remembering my existence. He completely detached himself from her grasp and leaned forward to rest his elbows against the table.

“Self-pity? Why?” I shrugged at his response before pulling my sleeves over my knuckles and taking sanctuary in the oversized sweater. His eyebrows furrowed at my silence but he decided it was best to not poke the bear and leaned back to engage with Amber once more.

As the evening progressed the bubbling feeling in my stomach became harder to ignore and the little green monster on my shoulder more and more evident. Every giggle that fell from her rosey red lips. Every graze of the hand. Every stare that lasted a second too long. No matter what it was, my patience was thinning, and fast. The last blow was when Amber leaned in close to his ear and whispered her sweet little nothings. His hand creeped up her thigh and I couldn’t bare to watch any longer.

“Excuse me.” I pushed myself from my spot on the couch where I sat next to Kat who was nuzzled up against Sam while we all watched a few episodes of Stranger Things.

“Everything okay?” Sam asked. Concern lacing his voice. I nodded before glancing quickly over Colby who was now focused on my exit. “You sure?”

“Yeah. Just gotta go to the bathroom.” Sam hummed in response before turning back to the TV. I could hear the soft chatter from the living room with every step I took further and further away. Just as I was about to round the corner into the bathroom I felt a soft tug on my wrist. Before I could protest I was pushed into a dark room. “What the hell?” The light flickered on and I shielded my eyes before looking up to see Colby staring back at me. “Wha-“

“What’s going on? And please don’t lie to me. I’m your best friend. I know when something is up and something is up. Don’t push me away, okay?” He took a few short steps towards me but I took two steps back. “Oky, what’s your deal?” His words began to spark an anger in me. A rage that burned deep below the surface like a volcano waiting to erupt.

“My deal? What ever do you mean?” He moved passed me to sit on the bed but I didn’t dare turn around to look at him. This time I was holding my ground and pushing my feelings to the side. He scoffed at my response.

“You’re being distant. Almost hostile towards me.” At his words I spun on my heels to lock eyes with him.

“I’ll be damned if you pin this on me, Colby.” His demeanor changed at the mention of his full name. From the start of our friendship it was odd for either of us to call the other out of name. Strictly sticking to nicknames or pet names. This coldness I had towards him now was new to him. “I have not been distant. I have been supportive. I have sat on the sidelines and let you have your space while you went on how many dates now?” He cocked his head at me almost stunned by the question.

“Wha?” He paused looking at me with widened eyes. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“How many in the last week?” He thought for a moment before exhaling heavily.

“Four.” He looked up at me with heavy eyelids. “Why does it matter?”

“Because it just does, Colby.” He rose to his feet at the mention of his name and pointed a finger at me.

“Stop with the names. We don’t do that. You know we don’t do that.” I scoffed. “Tell me what the issue really is.” It’s like playing poker. You have the worst hand and you know it’s time to fold. I took two large steps up to him till we were toe to toe.

“You really wanna know?” I watched as he visibly gulped but nodded in response. “I can’t play this game with you anymore.” His face washes over in a sheet of confusion. He truly has no idea what I mean.

“I’m confused now. What game?” He moves his hand to brush a couple strands of hair out of my face and I move away from his touch. “Are you seriously okay, sweetheart?” Before I can stop it a bitter laugh escapes my lips in the form of an exhale.

“This,” I pause motioning between us with a single finger. “I’m not a naive person, Colby. I know your track record when it comes to past girlfriends. I know that if anything I would only ever be another notch in your belt, yet, as foolish as it was, I fell in love with you.” He went to speak but I shook my head. “And I’ve carried this secret with me for months because I know that nothing will ever happen between us. I know that you don’t feel as I do. Because the way I feel about you makes me physically ill. It keeps me up at night. The way I love you is like a poison in my blood slowly killing me but I allow it because if it’s the only way I get to have you, then so be it.” By now the tears were flowing and Colby stood motionless.

“I don’t know what to say.” My eyes closed and I chuckled sadly.

“Honestly, Colby? I didn’t even expect you to.” Without another word I turned on my heels and retreated from the room. I didn’t dare look back in fear if I did I would see Colby standing with my bleeding heart at his feet.

In the weeks that followed I had been radio silent. Kat and Sam had gone out of their way to reach out to me. Even swinging by my apartment to drop off necessities they knew I would need. According to a long and thought out text from Kat, my mother became worried and had reached out to her. If anyone could get me to talk, it would be Kat.

But three weeks and two days wasn’t enough to drown the pain of losing Colby. Not even enough to dull it, make it bearable. Just as I thought I would break the surface and take that breath I so desperately needed, another wave came crashing into me, dragging me further into the abyss.

Most days I wanted to blame him. Blame him for not returning the feelings that had crept up on me but I knew it wasn’t his fault. He swore off love and it didn’t matter who tried to rescue him from the tower and slay the dragon. He was content.

A knock on my door pulled my attention away from the movie playing on the TV. I sighed heavily. The walk to the door felt as if it were miles but as the door opened my heart dropped into my stomach.

“Hey, can we talk?” Colby looked down at his shoes and used the tip of his boot to scuff the floor. “I feel like we’ve had enough time apart to figure shit out.” He motioned passed me as if asking if he could come into my apartment. Hesitantly I opened the door wider and stepped to the side allowing him to move beside me. I followed close behind Colby into the living room and watched as he sat on the couch. For a moment he dropped his head into his hands before rubbing his face and looking up at me. “Will you sit please?”

“What do you want to talk about?” I knew. The hollowness in my chest where my heart had previously been was a clear indicator but I needed to hear him say it.

“Can we please not do this today?” He questioned sadly. “I’ve spent the last three weeks trying to decide time and time again what I wanted to say to you. I still don’t know if I’ve got it right, but I want to give it a shot.” I nodded for him to continue. “For starters, I’m sorry that I didn’t come after you that night. That was my first mistake. Then I started thinking about what you said.” He paused looking down at his hands and fiddling with his fingers.

“We can just forget that it happened.” I wagered. That’s what was best. It’s what we were good at.

“I don’t,” he paused again. “I don’t want to forget it. But, you have to know that I would never love you the way you deserve. I would love you badly. Wrongly.” My chest felt heavy at his words. “That’s not me saying I don’t return your feelings either. I do love you. I just,” he paused shaking his head and looking around the room. “I would mess this up. I can never be the person you’re looking for.” His words angered me.

“Who are you to decide that for me?” He went to speak but I raised my hand. “You make it sound like you don’t want to give me a chance because you’re afraid you’ll hurt me? Well, guess what, Colby? You already did that. Because of you I spent the last three years in fucking armor making sure no one gets close enough to fucking hurt me. Waiting on you! Loving you! You do not get to make the hard decisions for me.” Colby sighed heavily.

“What do you want me to do? You said it yourself. I don’t date. I love you but I don’t make exceptions.” I scoffed angrily.

“Because of Shea?” His shoulders dropped at my words. “Yeah. It always comes back to her doesn’t it?” Colby went to reach for my hand but I rose to my feet. “You should go.”

“Sweetheart-“

“Don’t. Just get out.” Colby groaned before standing up and spinning around to look out the window. “I’m serious, Colby. Get out, now-“

“Would you listen to me?” His voice was rising in volume and the tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Our expressions mirrored each other, ones of sadness and longing. The tears now rolling freely down both of our faces. “You were there. You saw what loving her did to me. It fucking broke me. When she left I was a shell of the man I once was. It took months, hell, years for me to come back to everyone.”

“Then why are we fighting over this? Why are we wasting each others time?” I could see the frustration in his eyes as he watched me intently. Neither of us moved.

“Because I’m afraid if I walk out that door, this is the last memory I’ll ever have of you.” His words were nothing but a whisper as his eyes pleaded with me. “I’ve lost so many people. I don’t know how to survive losing you.”

“I don’t know how to get passed this.” All of the anger in the room had vanished. It was replaced with an emptiness. A darkness that was slowly enveloping Colby and I. “I’m sorry.” His body began to tremble at my apology and a few seconds later sobs wracked his body. “I’m just sorry.”

“What if we try?” I let out a breathy chuckle and took a seat on the couch.

“Try what?”

“Dating. If it means that you’ll stay, I’ll do it.” I shook my head at his offer.

“Absolutely not, Colby. I’m not forcing you into a relationship you don’t want.” He sat down next to me and took my hands. By now his eyes were red rimmed and bloodshot by the tears that rolled down his cheeks.

“No one forces me to do anything.” He used his hands to cup my cheeks and lock eyes with him. “If you want this, I will do it. Because you’re allowed to be happy. And I want you to be happy. More than anything. So please, sweetheart, just give me the word, and I’ll be yours.”

“Colby-“

“I mean it. Please.” I nodded and he let out a sigh of relief before resting his forehead against mine. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I really do love you. I have for awhile. I just never thought I could be the man you need. I’m still not sure-“ his words were silenced by my lips against his. He moved one hand to my neck as the other held tighter my jaw holding me in place.

“I love you, Colbs.” I said once we pulled away, desperate for air. He smiled before resting his head against my shoulder.

“I love you, sweetheart. I promise I’ll never let you go.” I sighed happily at his words before looking down at our intwined fingers.

“Think you could hold off on that promise for an hour? I have to make dinner.” Colby chuckled before collapsing onto the couch and turning the TV on.

“Sure. Just know we’ve got three weeks to make up for when you’re done.” If there were one word to describe what I felt looking at him as the TV light illuminated his face it would be magic. Absolute magic.

[6lostgirl6]

Monster Pt. 2

Pairing: Paul x G/n!Reader

TW: Cursing, arguing, slight choking

Part One

A/N: I'm so sorry @lovedtodeth that it has taken me this long to write the sequel to your request! I really hope you like it! ♥️

"What, are you cheating or something?" You teased yet after a moment, the thought begin to cross your mind due to his nervous behavior. "Wait, are you actually-"

"What? No!" Paul interjected, his grip on your hand tightening slightly as he looked into your eyes. "This is something different, babe."

"Then, what is it?" You asked, returning his gaze and rubbing his knuckles with your thumb. "Baby, you can tell me anything."

There was a part of him that regretted saying anything, wanting to back out and pretend he was simply fucking around before taking you home and tell you another time. Perhaps, he could prepare more and tell you when you weren't on a date. He didn't want to ruin the special night for you both if you rejected him. However, he remembered Dwayne's encouragement from last night.

You were his mate. Someone in which a higher power decided that you were his perfect match. Unless that higher power was a sadistic asshole, you wouldn't reject him.

Right?

The parking lot was practically deserted, given that the late hours of the night was approaching. Few people were still sitting in their vehicles and Paul knew that the parking lot was a rather difficult place to tell you. It was too public, unsafe.

"Come on." He tugged your hand, walking towards his bike with you following him. "This isn't the best place to tell you."

After a moment of Paul getting on his bike and helping you sit down behind him, he thought of the best place he could take you. You have never been to the cave, however he knew through the mind link with his brothers that they had just returned from their feast. He couldn't take you there for the time being.

After a moment, an idea practically smashed against his skull. Giving you a glance as you wrapped your arms around his waist, he smirked before rushing out of the parking lot.

He'll take you to Hudson's Bluff.

You were ultimately a nervous wreck.

Depite how energetic Paul usually was whenever the both of you would go for a ride, the destination to wherever he was taking you was almost in complete silence. Except for the occasional 'almost there' during in which you would break the silence and ask him where you were heading.

However, after a few more agonizing minutes, you started to realize that he was taking you to Hudson's Bluff after recognizing the uneven and rocky pathway to the point.

Paul slowed his bike to a stop, pushing out his kickstand with his foot and turning the keys to silence the rumbling engine. After a second, he nervously gave his handlebars a small tap before climbing off.

He turned to you and held out his hand, "Don't want you to trip." He teased, trying to lighten the mood with a smirk on his face.

You gave him a playful glare before taking his hand and hopping of the back of his bike. "When did you become such a gentleman?" You asked after gaining your footing on the ground.

"Come on, babe! When have I not been a gentleman?" Quickly, he interjected before you could reply, "Wait, don't answer that."

You smiled before shaking your head and looking around the Bluff, stuffing your hands in your pockets for some warmth.

"So, what's the matter?" You asked, looking towards him.

Paul sighed before taking a few steps back, if he were human, his heart would be beating rapidly. However, if he were human, he wouldn't be in this shitty situation.

"Babe, I haven't been honest with you. Honest with you about me." He started, crossing his arms and shuffling a little bit.

From experience of being his significant other, his fidgeting usually meant that he thought he was in trouble or he was hiding something. You were starting to become more nervous.

Paul wouldn't cheat on you?

"Paul, you're scaring me." You said, taking a couple steps towards him to close the distance. However, it only made Paul retreat to recreate that distance. "What's going on?"

"I'm a monster, babe and I don't want to lose you because of it."

"A monster? Why would you think that? What did you do?" You stared at him for a moment in pure confusion. "Did you...kill someone or something?"

Paul stood there in silence, his fingers nervously gripping the fabric of his jacket. You weren't completely wrong and he could tell that you were getting more scared. He regretted telling you like this, however he was starting to lose confidence.

"Oh my God, did you?!"

"I'm a vampire!" Paul yelled, throwing his arms out. The words of his confession seemed to echo throughout the Bluff and there was only the sound of waves crashing against the rocks. "I'm a vampire babe and I have to kill people to survive!"

He was only met with silence and the pairing gaze of the eyes he loved so much.

You stood there, frozen from the confession. However, after a moment, you began to get angry. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"What?" Now, it was his turn turn be confused.

"You had me worried to death about this secret that you had, drive me to the middle of nowhere, just to pull some stupid prank?!" You yelled, throwing your arms out in a similar manner before stepping away slightly.

"What?! No, that's not what I was doing!" Paul tried to reason, following close behind. "Babe, listen-"

"No! I think we should call it a night and talk another time." You reasoned, holding out your hand and walking towards the bike. "Actually, let's take a break for a while."

A fucking what? A fucking break?!

Suddenly, you gasped as you were pinned against the bike, your back pressed against the harsh metal as you stared into the gaze of an animal.

Paul stood there with a hand loosely gripping your delicate throat, talons expertly kept away from cutting into your skin. His other arm was wrapped around your waist.

You stood there in fear seeing the distorted face of your boyfriend, his eyes yellow with gritted teeth that displayed sharp canines.

"You're not breaking up with me." He growled, his hand giving your throat a small squeeze. It didn't exactly hurt, but it did leave a message not to move. "You're going to listen to me, like a good mate."

"Are you really a vampire...?" You asked, slowly wrapping your fingers around his wrist with the hand gripping your neck. "What do you mean mate?"

"Exactly what it means." He replied, before slowly bringing his hand from your throat and down towards your chest, palm pressed against your heart. "I'm a monster and you belong to me, as my mate. You were destined to me."

You felt warmth crept upon your face from his hand placement and the intense look in his eyes. This was a complete difference from your beloved Paul that cracked jokes and never serious. This was his other side, his monsterous side.

And you kinda liked it.

"I'm sorry." You replied, glancing away, "I don't want us to break up...I was just angry and it's something that was really hard to believe."

Paul pulled away before his face returned to its human form, gripping your wrists and vending down to look into your eyes.

"It's okay, sugar. I know it's not something many people will believe. But, you gotta understand that this is what I am and I can't change that."

"I don't want you to change!" You replied, returning his gaze with tears building in your eyes. "I accept you for who you are."

Paul gave a small sigh in relief before cupping the side of your face. "I needed to hear you say that. You're stuck with me, babe." He teased, before giving you a small kiss, which you gladly returned.

"Always." You gave him a small smile, bringing your hand to rest against his own that still held your cheek.

"That can be arranged." He laughed.

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[lisaas2418]

HEYA I AM BACK

And I begin my posting with some Yuu Angst, you're welcome 😁

So we know that GameYuu has it really rough there is no debate. Well imagine this and even more trauma and struggle.

Congrats thats my Yuusona.

So with the prolouge alone they got already traumatized.

1. Suddenly getting in contact with a carriage that comes out of nowhere and almost getting burned alive

2. Finding out that you are stuck in a world with magic and having almost no where to defend yourself against it.

3. Having to live in an not ideal dorm, which has dust all over the place and a broken roof. With ghosts residing in them, which is not normal in your world

4. Going in that wretched cave at night which is scary

5. The fucking Blotmonster and almost dying to it. (The real realization on almost dying comes when you try to sleep)

Now some basic things all over the chapters:

1. The fucking overblots which you get a few nightmares from.

2. On some occasions getting blackmailed by the headmage who is responsible for you (even though you blackmail him back)

3. Constantly missing those you love in the other world, worrying sick about them and losing your mind over how they feel

4. Your damm mental health being like a roller coster

5. The backstories

And now for the chapters 🙂

Heartslabuyl:

1. Being suddendly in a weird vivid dream that doesnt make sense at first

2. Some tyrant trying to insult your family

3. Getting a scar underneath your left eye from sharp bushes you protected your friend from

(Not much yet)

Savanaclaw

(Dreams getting more used to)

1. Getting a LONG scar on your right side of your body

2. Getting a head concussion on this a sports game you didnt even wanted to be there.

Octavinelle

(That one cave dream)

1. The twins...no more said

2. Becoming homeless and having no choice but to win a bet or you'll be a servant

3. Sleep problems

4. Getting your leg broken

Scarabia

(Why are the great seven mostly insane??)

1. Getting kidnapped in a sense

2. Getting hypnotized even if it was only for 5 seconds

3. Having a heatstroke

4. Being thrown into the cold part of the dessert

5. Getting cuts on your arm due to long overblot and healing constantly

Pormefiere

1. Some dormleader decided to curse your food

2. Attempting to drink the poisened apple juice yourself (but someone came first)

3. Constantly coughing blood

4. Feeling so weak you cant do shit during the fight

5. Getting scratched by your monster cat who was influenced by blot but then disappeared

Ignihyde

(Now it gets worse with the journey)

1. Not able to see your best friend

2. Felling so bad and guilty over everything you isolate yourself until the meeting

3. Your house being invaded amd destroyed by strangers

4. Almost overbloting yourself in rage of seeing your friends hurt or scared

5. Getting kidnapped (again)

6. Having to retell everything that happened regarding blots

7. Just finding out the world could end if you dont stop thesee two idiot

8. Having to watch your friends fight robots and blot monster but being unable to help them due to your blot being gone

9. Being physically and emotionally tired

10. Falling into the pit (bit being saved by your blot just in time)

11. Your legs being numb and not being able to move them

12. Coming back only to realize who will overblot next

Diasomia (I know its not finished yet, but this is how I would see it, I make future changes if needed)

1. Knowing a really close friend will overblot

2. The feeling of missing your world but feeling at home in this one clashing together (it sucks)

3. Starting to believe that all the overblots have been trigered by your presence

4. Repressing all your emotions and still trying to be there for your dragon friend and hoping to change fate by promising to always be there for him, only for him to break your trust by doing this stupid idea

5. Being stuck in a dream while some blot thing mist almost always being there

6. Repressing emotions and constantly putting yourself aside even if the people around you seeing your pain but you are brushing it off as "nothing new"

7. Having to deal with faes being mean to you for no reason but because you are a human

8. Overblotting due to repressed pain

9. Being in coma for 2 months

10. Seeing the person you trusted so much before, not able to forgive him any time soon

And thats not including the events

So yeah my Yuusona had it rough. They were only able to forgive Malleus after 2 months (ironiclly).

Now you might ask why would I come back from a long break and my first post would be Angst. Well cuz I wanted too

See ya next time 😊

[rybonucleic-ket]

this has been sitting in my notes app for a hot sec but I don't have the motivation to do anything with it so yk

have some tylorpe nobody asked for but I brain vomited

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The dreams of Xavier Thorpe had been haunted for months. He saw it every single night, that thing. The dreams turned into drawings, the drawings to obsession. With the creature, with who it really was. Xavier knew about Tyler Galpin long before anyone else. He's still not sure why he never told anyone.

After the creature came out of his painting to scratch him, his determination to learn more about it increased exponentially. He knew its cave well, his visions having taken him there multiple times. After that, nightly visitation of the cave became a regular occurrence. He’d seen in several times, but never like he saw it tonight. Never this close.

He was sure he was going to die. He’d watched it rip apart half a dozen people, and he would be no different. His obsession, having grown stronger than Wednesday’s, would be the death of him. He’d accepted his fate, not bothering to run when it charged toward him. He could feel its breath on his face, eyes closed as he waited. He held his breath. Five seconds went by, heavy breathing in his ear. Ten. Thirty. Forty five. He opened his eyes, meeting those of the monster in front of him. Creepy as shit, even though he saw it every night. He let out the breath he was holding, closing his eyes again. Neither moved. What the fuck was happening? Why was Xavier alive? Not to mention entirely uninjured? He couldn’t tell you. All he knew was when he reopened his eyes, Tyler fucking Galpin looked back at him, covered in blood. “What. The fuck.”

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“So.” “Yeah.” Freshly showered Tyler sat in Xavier’s clothes on the bed that was formerly Rowan’s, because fuck you Galpin, you’re not getting blood all over my dorm. Xavier had never been more confused in his entire life, studying Tyler from across the room, no fear or hatred in his eyes, just confusion and fascination. Tyler stared right back at him like he’d never seen anyone like Xavier before either. After what felt like hours of mutually intrigued staring, Tyler spoke, barely more than a whisper. “Why didn’t you run?” “I’m not scared of you, Tyler.” “Right. But…you didn’t run when I..wasn’t me.” “Not scared of that either.” Xavier paused. “The real question is, why didn’t you kill me?” Tyler’s eyes dropped to his hands in his lap, wet hair dripping. He spoke so softly it was barely audible. “I don’t know.” He laughed humorlessly, looking up at Xavier with wet eyes. “I have no fucking clue.” Xavier studied his face for a while, before looking away. “It’s way too late for any of this shit to make any sense. I’m exhausted, you probably are too.” He pulled out a blanket for Tyler, Rowan’s bed already had sheets and a pillow on it because Xavier didn’t like the bare mattress. Tyler looked at him with an expression he couldn’t read. “Ah, shut up, man, it’s only weird if you make it weird. Not like I’m dying to share a room with you, but uh, it’s the middle of the night, it’s fucking freezing, correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think your dad’s gonna appreciate you showing up shivering in someone else’s clothes right now. Take the goddamn blanket.” Xavier threw the blanket at Tyler, hitting him in the face. Tyler grinned, pulling the blanket over himself. His expression softened. “Thank you, Xavier, really. There’s not really any reason you need to do this, actually, there are a lot of reasons why you shouldn’t do this, so I…I really appreciate it.” “Yeah, yeah, I’m the patron saint of hospitality,” Xavier turned off the lights, flopping face first onto his bed. “Now shut the fuck up and go to sleep.” Tyler laughed. “‘Night, Xavier.” Xavier sleepily hummed in response, muffled with his face buried in his pillow.

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Tyler woke to the sun high in the sky, a moment of panic overtaking him as he tried to remember where he was and why his alarm didn’t go off. Remembering he was in Xavier’s dorm, his panic turned to his shift, to school, to his father. Fuck. Xavier walked into the room in sweatpants and a T-shirt, eyes flicking over Tyler briefly before he grabbed a sketchbook, flopping on his bed to draw. “G’morning. You’re up.” When he saw the panic in Tyler’s eyes, he sighed, exasperated. “God, calm down. It’s a Saturday. No school. And you’re off today, at the coffee shop. Figured you’d need your beauty sleep.” Tyler barely registered the fact that Xavier knew his shift schedule, too busy freaking out about his dad. As if he read his mind, Xavier said, “And, honestly, with the frequency of my dreams, I highly doubt it’s the first time you’ve been out all night, so presumably your dad either: a) doesn’t notice, b) doesn’t care, or c) is used to it.” Tyler groaned. “What time is it?” His voice came out gravelly, having just woken up. Xavier grinned at him. “Two-thirty p.m.”

(hey hey this is on ao3)

[wonderland-smile-stories]

~ Chapter 6. 01 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

I don't know how long I have been here. Every time I try to leave I can hear the old lady monster outside the door. I had also no idea if it was Day or night because all the freaking windows were taped black.

I really want to get out of here.

Who knows what other monster hides on this floor? I don't know if anyone would come and get me. Maybe Eun-hyuk won't let them.

I wouldn't blame him. It would be a suicide mission if they came up here. I'm not as much needed as Mister Han. So I'm going to have to get myself out here. I'm not that far away from the stairs.

If I can make a silent run for it I can close the door behind me. I haven't hurt the monster in a while so maybe she gave up looking for me.

Okay, easy.

Just sneak swiftly to the stair doors and then I'm good to go. Quickly I took some deep breaths before opening the door slowly. Through the ajar door, I looked and listened if something was there, but it was silent.

Without waiting any more I stepped outside and began to make my journey to the stairs with quick, but silent steps. With every noise I heard my head snapped over my shoulder scared the old lady monster would be behind me.

At some point, I began to think I was making up those sounds in my head because nothing was around me that could make them. I was relieved when I finally reached the stair doors.

Carefully I open the door making as little noise as possible. I could finally take a deep breath when I stepped onto the staircase and closed the door behind me.

Fuck, I'm happy that that shit is finely over. I looked around and saw that everything was still the same here. It didn't look like monsters were here recently. Good, the better for me.

With quick steps, I began to make my way downstairs. I just know that the moment I get down Eun-hyuk is going to give me a whole lecture about me staying on the main floor forever.

I can already see the look on his face when he's going to do it. I was on the third floor when my stomach turned and the ringing came back in my ears.

Before I could even brace myself or make a move. The third-floor door flew open and something bumped into me.

I felt myself hit the railing before stumbling over it. Now for the second time in just a few days, I fell down, but luckily for me, it wasn't as high as before.

A cracking sound rang through my ears when I landed on my left arm.

Holy shit that facking hurts.

I took some deep breaths trying to hold in the scream I wanted to let out when I wanted to move. My right hand was cramping from how tight I was holding my ax.

I try to concentrate on anything, but the burning pain in my arm. The distant sound of the building, the stains on the floor or wall, and the coldness of the ground I was lying on. It was soothing in a way, the cold against my skin.

"So weak." A frown came to my face when I heard someone walking towards where I was lying.

"You have always been weak." A pair of black Converse appeared in my view.

Slowly I looked up and saw myself, but her eyes were black. Just like in the dreams.

"Look at you, on the ground. Where you always end up." Great, now was not the time for this.

shaking my head I close my eyes trying to make her disappear.

"Go away," I mutter out.

I heard her giggle before I felt her squad down in front of me.

"You know I can help you. Just tell me what you want. Your desire and it will be all over." And I will end up like one of those monsters.

I shook my head opening my eyes.

"No. Never."

Another giggle left her lips.

"Oh, I'm not so sure about that. Sooner or later you will cave." Her giggles turned into a menacing laugh that got louder and louder.

Quickly put my right hand on my ear thinking they would explode if she would come closer.

My eyes shot open while I tried to catch my breath. My eyes wildly looked around trying to make some sense of where I was.

I was still at the bottom of the stairs.

Did I pass out and have a dream?

Closing my eyes I took a few deep breaths exhaling through my nose. I'm alone, it was a stupid dream. But my peace was quickly disturbed when I heard footsteps walking towards where I was lying.

Just like in the dream.

I push myself up on my right hand looking at the direction of the noise. It came from the main door in front of me.

Did they hear me?

Some relief washed over me when I saw who it was.

"Mi-na." My gaze stayed on Eun-hyuk while he kneeled down in front of me.

I could feel my eyes fill with tears and I could see that he saw that I was in pain.

"It's okay. You're safe now."

I nodded my head

"My arm. I fell on my arm. Something pushed me." I croaked out moving my gaze from him to it.

I could hear voices from behind him. If they see that my arm is hurt now and it will heal later they will know I'm infected as well.

Eun-hyuk seemed to have the same thing on his mind because he quickly to my broken arm and snapped it back in place without warning. I wanted to scream out, but he quickly put his hand on my mouth.

"Sorry." He mutters out.

I nodded my head knowing why he did it.

"Mi-na!" Ji-su came rushing out before kneeling down in front of me.

"Thank God you're okay!" She pulled me into a hug not letting me go for a while.

"I'm fine. Don't worry." I breathe out patting her back.

I could already feel my left arm healing. It still hurts, but the pain begins to subside slowly.

"Let's get her inside," Eun-hyuk spoke up making Ji-su pull away.

They both help me stand up before helping me inside the main floor. My eyes scanned the floor and saw everybody looking at me. But I didn't see Hyun-su.

Was he still upstairs?

"I'll take her to the office to see if she has any injuries," Eun-hyuk said to Ji-su.

She didn't protest and let him wrap an arm around my waist to help me walk. I know that I didn't need a check-up. This was just a way for him to pull me away from the others so that he could scold me.

When we were away from the others he finally spoke up.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

I thought that he would begin to scold me, but I guess he wanted to make sure I was alright first.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just some bruises here and there." I was waiting for him to say something else, but he didn't.

"Where is Hyun-su, and the others? Are they still upstairs?" I asked desperately wanting to know if they were okay.

"Everyone is okay. They arrived safely here on the main floor yesterday."

Yesterday?

What?

"What? Has it been this long?" Did time slip away from me that bad when I was upstairs?

"You were gone for a whole day Mi-na."

I guess I was.

That old lady monster really didn't give me another choice than to hide up there for so long. It's dangerous to be there for anyone.

"Eun-hyuk?" I mutter.

He let out a soft mm looking at my legs making sure they were okay.

"I..I want to go upstairs with Hyun-su when he needs to go." 

We came to a halt before he spoke up.

"No."

I shook my head looking up at him.

"It's too dang-"

"No. Mi-na look at which state you came downstairs."

I'm not hurt that bad.

"I was fine the whole time I needed to hide, but I didn't get hurt until the last minute. Next tim-"

"There won't be a next time because there won't be one. You're not going. Look at yourself, Mi-na! You look-"

"Weak." I finished for him.

I push away from him making his arm fall next to him.

"No, Mi-na that was not what I wanted to say." He started pushing his glasses back up.

I shook my head.

"But you were thinking it. Everyone always thinks that I'm weak, but guess what? I'm not." I said clenching my hands into a fist.

"My whole life I have been taking care of myself. I have been through more shit than you can ever imagine, so don't tell me I'm weak!" I yelled not caring if someone would hear me.

I gave him one look before turning around to walk away.

"Mi-na." I rolled my eyes at his voice.

"Hey, Mi-na!" I could feel my nails digging into my palm the more I heard his voice.

I could hear him walking closer, trying to catch up with me.

"Mi-na! Stop!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" In one swift move, I turned around with my hands stretched forward.

Within the next second Eun-hyuk flew backward landing on his back on the concrete floor.

"Oh my God," I whisper out looking at my hands to where he was lying.

What just happened? There is no way I just did that, right? I didn't even touch him!

I look at my hands scared of what the hell just happened!

My gaze went to Eun-hyuk when I heard him groan. Without thinking about my aching body I began to run towards where he was lying.

"Eun-hyuk! I'm sorry! I didn't know what ju-! I didn't mean to-!" I rambled kneeling down beside him.

"It's fine." He croaks out slowly sitting up.

"I'm sorry I don't know how. I don't what came over me. I would never hurt you on purp-"

" I know Mi-na. It wasn't you." My brows knitted together having no idea what he was talking about.

"Your eyes, they were black." He explained seeing how confused I was.

"So the monster inside did this, but I was here I saw what happened. I was angry at you, but I didn't want to hurt you." I explain feeling guilty about hurting him.

"Maybe you two intertwined for a second. It could feel your rage and you could adapt some of its powers." When he says powers it made me seem like a superhero.

Biting the inside of my cheek I nodded my head.

"I'm still sorry. Are you hurt?" He let out a chuckle rubbing the back of his head.

"I'll manage, don't worry about it." He began to stand up quickly followed by me.

"Do you still think I don't need to be locked up?" I question knowing we have to go to the group again.

"No," He simply said.

"But what if I get angry again? What if I do something worse than this?" I didn't want to hurt anyone.

Some people here are rude, but that doesn't mean I want to hurt or even worse kill them.

"You won't. This wasn't you in your normal state of mind. I know you're strong enough to hold it back if you need to." I nodded my head hoping he would be right.

I don't want to make the situation worse than it is already. He wrapped his arm back around my waist seeing I was still a little unstable, but maybe he also needed a little support. Seeing how I just made him fly across the room.

Silently we began to walk to the office. My right hand went inside my dress pocket feeling the rough edges of the photos.

"Eun-hyuk."

A soft hum came from his lips before he looked at me.

"Here," I gave him the pictures making him confused.

Making sure I was okay to stand on my own feet at first, he let go of me before taking a better look at the pictures.

"What is this?" He asked confused and I couldn't blame him.

"That's one of the reasons that man wanted to go upstairs. Choi Yoon-jae. He's not normal, a killer in fact! These are just pics of me that he took, but there were others too. These pictures are the normal ones."

Eun-hyuk looked up from the pictures when I took a pause.

"There were pictures of little girls. Bruised, cut, just tortured until they were dead. You need to lock him up far away from everybody or even send him outside! He's a killer!" I croaked out hoping he would listen.

Seeing how he wants everybody to be safe it would surprise me if he let this guy walk free.

"That won't be necessary." My eyes widen at his words.

"Eun-hyuk he killed innocent kids! You can't just let him walk free! He cou-"

"He's dead."

A frown came to my face.

How?

Did he try to run and when outside?

"Sang-wook, the man you went upstairs with. When he came back he killed him. Jae-heon told me why and showed me pictures on a phone. Pictures you just described, but he didn't tell me about these." He held up the pics making me nod.

"And Sang-wook? What happened to him?"

"He wanted to leave and die outside, but Jae-heon held him back. I guess he's somewhere on this floor."

I would like to thank him for what he did. Killing someone is not a good thing, but in this case, I'm thankful he did.

"Are you okay, Mi-na?"

I nodded my head,

"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Uhm do you know where Mister Han is?" I asked, hoping we could change the subject.

"He's at the back. It was his turn to guard." Right, they are still locked up.

Maybe it's good that he is there. That way Hyun-su has someone other than that asshole to keep him company.

"Thanks." I turned around when Eun-hyuk called my name.

"Mi-na wait, are you sure you're not hurt anywhere else? you can stay in the security room to rest if you want to. It's only me with sometimes Jae-heon, Mister Han, and Ji-su in there."

I shook my head.

"No, I'm fine," I explain before turning around to walk away.

I was honestly a little nervous not only to face Mister Han but to also face Hyun-su. I promised I would meet him downstairs safe and sound. I hope he isn't mad at me for breaking that promise.

When I turned the corner I saw Mister Han sitting there looking at the wall in front of him. I swallow hard before taking a step forward. When he heard my steps his head turned to me.

"Mi-na." His face brightened when he said my name and he sat up straight.

"Hey," I said softly standing next to him.

"How are you? I'm happy you're back. I thought something had happened to you or even left." I could hear the concern in his voice which made me feel guilty.

"I'm fine. I was just hiding from a monster upstairs and couldn't come down sooner." I explain giving him a small smile.

"I'm sorry that happened to you. Hyun-su told me you came upstairs with him, I was concerned for you." I shook my head quickly.

"I'm fine and back now." He grabbed my hand giving it a little squeeze.

"I'm happy you're back."

I smiled nodding my head.

"Me too."

I look at the cell door seeing it has been upgraded to make it stronger.

"Do you have the key? I need to talk to Hyun-su." I asked looking back at him.

"He isn't here."

A confused look came over my face.

"What? Did they kick him out?!" I asked panicking.

"No, don't worry. They have sent him upstairs to gather supplies and other stuff we need."

"I thought they would only send him up for emergencies."

Mister Han let out a sigh.

"I know, but Eun-hyuk said that we need things from there." My eyes widen at his answer.

"How can they do that?! Don't they know how dangerous it is up there?! Besides he isn't some animal they can use for their own personal stuff!" I could feel the anger grow larger the more I thought about it.

"I know, I have talked about it with Eun-hyuk, but he says it's necessary for our survival." Of course, he would say that.

I lean against the opposite wall taking a deep breath.

"Maybe it was a good thing he went." I looked at him confused.

"What do you mean?"

Mister Han looked at the cell door before looking at me.

"When you went missing he kind of turned into his monster. Well more like himself, but angrier."

My eyes widened when he said that.

"He firstly almost attacked Sang-wook thinking he had done something to you or left you behind. When you hadn't returned an hour later he got madder and restless. We looked everywhere on the first floor, but you were never found."

I can't blame them for not finding me. I'm happy they didn't come looking for me upstairs.

"Some of us thought that you maybe had left the building, so he wanted to go look outside for you. We stopped him because we all knew that would be suicide. So Eun-hyuk suggested that he could go upstairs and look for you while he could gather stuff, just in case you would have gone back upstairs." He explains making me nod my head.

I let out a sigh sitting down on the ground.

"He was restless when he was in here. I don't think he slept much." Now I feel more guilty for leaving everyone.

Everything was already hard for him and I made it harder.

"I'm so stupid," I mutter putting my head in my hands.

"Hey, this isn't your fault okay? Nobody could have known what would happen." Still, I felt guilty for making them go through that.

"The most important thing is that you're back." I look up at him laying my chin on my knees.

"Yeah, I guess," I mutter out.

It was silent for a second before we heard footsteps coming our way. I thought it would be Eun-hyuk who needed to talk to Mister Han, but I was wrong.

"Mi-na?"

I look to my side before jumping up. Hyun-su stood there looking surprised at me.

"You're back."

Quickly he walked over to me and for a second I thought he would hug me, but he didn't.

It seemed like he held himself back at the last second.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I left. There was a monster and I needed to hide until it was gone," I mutter out.

His gaze stayed on me for a second before answering.

"It's fine. You're back now." After that, he walks past me putting his bag and weapon against the wall next to the door before taking the keys from Mister Han.

We watch as he unlocks it before giving it back. I wanted to stop him. I didn't want him to be stuck there.

It wasn't right and I hated that I couldn't do anything about it. The door closed shut making me flinch from the loud noise it made.

"Mi-na?" My head turned to Mister Han listening to what he wanted to say.

"At least one person has to be here to guard the door. Can you stay, I have to talk to Eun-hyuk." Even if they turned and escaped I doubt that door would hold them back.

"Yeah, sure." I gave him a small smile receiving a small thank you from him before he wheeled away.

I let out a sigh taking a seat against the wall where Mister Han was sitting. I wish I could make them see that he isn't dangerous.

Even if he would turn I don't think he would hurt any of us.

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Hey guys! This was a long freaking chapter! I normally make them shorter, but this just felt better than cutting it up in two! Also, Eun-hyuk deserved to be in pain for once. Sssh don’t tell anyone I said that haha.

[nostalgiachan]

Once more, it's 100 OC time, and here we have the second half of the main party members, in both full-size and PS2-output style. As always, new images up top, old below, and detailed character info (and essentially the story of the game) below the cut.

#69 (lol, lmao): Ilya Node Idea: The (World's Angriest) Mechanic Story: Silmerein

#70: Dorom Kolos Idea: The Surprisingly Cultured Drunken Ogre Story: Silmerein

#71: Nalien Urymere aka Nenali Maelstrom Idea: The Acrobatic Witch Story: Silmerein

#72: Dynn Mortar Idea: The Scientist Story: Silmerein

Continuing where we left off in the story summary from the last post...

So next, you head to the badlands, just the rockiest, craggiest piece of shit land you ever did see. And as the party's heading through this bullshit, they see a rail-thin, scraggly-looking girl dragging herself across the road.

They bring her to the wagon, fix her up, and ask where she lives, but she is determined to get to Silmerein. Eventually, after the party tells her "Nah, we're taking you home, you're fucked to shit," she gives up and tells the party where she lives: a super-secret city lost to history deep in the badlands.

So back when the end times were happening, the few survivors had huddled together in this city. And once Silmerein had saved the day, most people left and never looked back. But some folks were far too paranoid to leave. And they were determined to make sure that anybody who left never found their way back. So over the centuries, people forgot it was there, and anybody who still lived there wasn't allowed to leave.

So this girl, Ilya Node, telling the party where it is is A Problem.

When they reach the city, they're lucky enough to be met by Ilya's mentor, a fairly dorfy engineer. And he welcomes them inside and whatnot, but once they're in, he tells them they're not leaving again. Meanwhile, Ilya is fucking pissed. She's healed up enough that now she's practically frothing at the mouth to get out of the city again, because she is on a fucking mission.

See, she and her younger brother, Leon, were orphans, getting along as you do. But one night, her brother was snatched right out of his bed, and Ilya happened to see it. She couldn't do anything about it because the plague had caused her legs to stop working, but she swore he had been taken by a Silmereinian. Nobody believed her, though, because how could a Silmereinian still have knowledge of the city? Pff, nah, can't be me.

So she had managed to hobble her way out of the city and walked far enough across the badlands that her leg braces and crutches totally shattered and she was forced to crawl. She was powered by THE FUCKING FURY. Well, as you're learning her backstory from her mentor, she revs up a mining mech and BAILS. She takes off for the mines, which are just a horrible labyrinth of caves, and figures she'll pick a point and start digging her way to freedom this time.

And unfortunately, this is about the point where the plot gets just slightly more vague because I hadn't quite worked out all the details. But the important thing is that somehow, Lima had to get into close enough proximity to directly touch Ilya off-screen. Because as we'll find out later, the only reason the big boss-fight-inducing freakouts happen is because Lima's causing them. So Ilya becomes a giant rabbit monster.

They have a fight, Triangle wins, Triangle man.

So Ilya's like "I guarantee you I'm burning Silmerein to the fucking ground when I get there, let's go." She's your big heavy hitter character, pilots a mining drill to fight.

Anyway, after badlands, our next stop is further into the mountain to meet the Mountain Ogres, specifically this guy, Dorom Kolos.

The Mountain Ogres are in a pretty constant war with the Sea Ogres as the Sea Ogres ran the Mountain Ogres out of their ancestral homeland. I don't remember what the exact arc of Dorom's story was going to be, but tl;dr his infection is in his spine, which is now wholesale jutting out of his back, leaving him in a constant state of pain that he medicates with alcohol. He's your drunken berserker whose super mode is a demon bear.

bearserker

This is about the point where you'd be properly introduced to the Paladins of Silmerein, the goon squad who are your initial direct antagonists as they're trying to keep you from reaching the city and/or kill you. Mostly kill you.

[I briefly cover the first one you'd probably run into, Gamel Jugrenon, but I'll leave that solo sentence to when I actually redraw her]

One way or another, you fight Dorom's demon bear mode and ward off the Paladins, and you head on to the next bit.

Next is a spooky little forest in a mountain valley where you run into a circus featuring one Nalien Urymere aka Nenali Maelstrom.

Nalien comes from a village in said woods which is horribly superstitious and believes magic use and consorting with monsters to be a capital offense. So when she grows bat ears thanks to the plague, her parents are terrified for her safety but don't think they'd be able to leave without raising suspicion. Fortunately for them, the circus had come nearby, and they asked if they would be able to take in Nalien for a short while. The ringmaster agreed, took Nalien in, and started training her in magic and acrobatics.

[Fun fact: the bat ears also reduced her eyesight, which is why she wears glasses.]

As with Dorom, I didn't quite get into when the Paladins would show up and how Lima would get Nenali alone to cause her freakout, but big bat battle under the big top happens. I presume the spooky villagers would probably show up to ruin everything.

The last place before hitting Silmerein is a laboratory high in the mountains that the party stumbles on. There, they meet this fellow, Dynn Mortar, a magitek scientist.

It's here that they'd find out a lot more about the Paladins, chiefly that they're all missing body parts for which Dynn had fashioned prosthetics. [I make a brief swerve to cover all of the Paladins. We'll get to them next time.]

So back to Dynn, as you can surmise, he's the final host needed, and his infection's in his heart. So he turns into a monster squid. Because squids have three hearts. Look, I tried to relate the monster forms to the parts, and spine and heart gave me problems. Just like in real life amirite. [For some reason, I didn't mention how Dynn's infection properly manifested, but: basically, it caused severe heart arrhythmia and wholesale heart failure. He had to build and install his own pacemaker to keep functional.]

But yeah, at this point, the We Have Horrible Demon Infection Crew is assembled, and the only thing left is to get into Silmerein, get to the monument, and get this party started. So by this point, there's been a budding romance forming between Talin and Lima, and you either get a confession before the big event or it edges real goddamn hard, I don't remember which I was going to go with. But you get to the city, you get to the monument, and that's when everything goes to absolute balls.

The romance was completely calculated on Lima's part.

Because, as mentioned, the whole point of this trip was for Lima to go about, collect the now gestating parts of the avatar of Rodimir, and return them all to the source so the avatar can rise again.

So Lima Does the Thing, but after all this time Being a Person, she doesn't want to just go back to being an unconscious part of the avatar. So she pulls a Pope Zera and subsumes his will. So now the avatar is well and truly dead and it's Lima's time to be in charge. Talin is fucking crushed, everybody's just lost a lot of power now that they're not hosting body parts anymore, Clarine [the leader of the Paladins] is freaking out because "Wait, didn't I do everything Imosene told me to? Why didn't this work?" And here's where we get into what her plan was.

See, while the avatar was busy seeding the plague, Imosene was functionally doing the same thing. But she had to expend a lot more juice to do it and wasn't able to craft a wholesale person like Lima to do the collecting. The best she could do was grab the first person who could hear her, and that happened to be Clarine. And all she was really able to tell her was to "gather the parts" and show her who she needed to find.

And Clarine interpreted that literally. She found everybody on her list, but thought she needed to remove the parts from them, not really knowing about the whole gestational period thing. So now we've got a whole lot of underpowered Jesus parts that can't be used for much.

Things are looking pretty fuckin' bad.

At least until this guy shows up.

And he'll be covered in the next batch, along with the first three Paladins of Imosene. So stay tuned, same Silmerein time, same Silmerein channel!

[theshimadaslovers]

THE ONRYO

CHAPTER 2

(Hanzo Onryo x You Fem!Reader)

*still on the cave*

Onryo- *watching you picking up your things all by yourself* …do you know where we are going, girl?

You- First, I have a name…! *put the backpack* Second, we need to find information about the flower's location.

Onryo- *chuckles* You come back here when you have the flower…*sit and rest his back in the cave wall* I'll be here.

You- The deal is you coming with me! Get up, lazy!

Onryo- *growls and the dragons get close to you making you regret what you just said* You're gonna make me walk through this land facing everyone! *stands up* Look at me! *His voice raises with a strong growl in the back* I'm a monster! 

You- You should have thought about that before accepting the deal…*shaking and he stood face to face with you* Am I wrong, demon? 

Onryo- *growls* First! I have a name too! 

You- Offended with the nickname? If you stop killing everyone, maybe they will see you as only a creature! 

Onryo- Do you know how many people want me dead?! 

You- Yes! I do! Cause they want me dead too! 

*The Onryo felt surprised and step back*

Onryo- … I can smell and taste the blood in your words…*he look at you up and down* What have you done, girl? 

You- *you frowned* I…*sighs* I've done something, all right? I don't know what, I can't remember.

Onryo- *he feels a little uncomfortable* Yeah? Whatever. Where are we going?

You- Anywhere with people… Maybe a tavern. 

Onryo- *growls in disgusting* And smell all that alcohol?! 

You- *confused* What? Oh… your nose is sensitive? 

Onryo- Of course! I'm a creature! *walk passing you going out of the cave and look up* Hm… I thought it would be night time.

You- You wanna wait? We can wait… *you put the backpack in the ground* It would be better anyway. 

Onryo- *sighs coming back to the cave* Dammit… *sighs* 

You- Where are they? 

Onryo- …who?

You- Your pets. The dragons. 

Onryo- They're not "pets"! They're spirits, like me. 

You- Spirits walking with a spirit? For what?

Onryo- They've been with me since I was born… *sit beside your backpack open up* 

You- Guardians? 

Onryo- Yes…*pick up the book open up on his page* What the fuck…?! 

You- What?

Onryo- Why they draw me so…! Demonic?!  

You- Cause that's the way they see you… duh?

Onryo- *face you seriously* You didn't say that…

You- What? 

Onryo- That last annoying thing…

You- Duh?

Onryo- Yes! *point to you* If you say that one more time! 

You- All right…*laughs* Duh.

Onryo- GRR!! *Growls and he heard something outside* Shut it!

You- What?

Onryo- Silence! *he put the book back in you backpack and stand up*

You- What is it…?! 

Onryo- *slowly walk to the entry heading footsteps* Someone is coming. 

??- I swear! I heard like three times a huge demonic growl, dad! 

*The onryo makes a blue dark smoke come out of his hands and a bow with a arrow appears, he growl starting to aim*

You- No…! *you run to him pulling down the gun* What are you doing?! *you whispers*

Onryo- Protecting!

You- Not from a kid! *you him pull deeper to the cave* 

Onryo- You told me to protect! *turns to you annoyed*

You- Is only a kid! Stop it!

??- Come on, dad! Let's go! 

??- I…I don't know, Matt, it may be a bear or something worse. Your mother is waiting, let's go. 

Onryo- *look at you and sighs, he face the entry again and one of his dragons appears behind him* Do the roar.

*The dragon makes a huge roar from the cave and immediately scares the kid and his father that ran away. The Onryo found you covering your ears with your eyes closed*

Onryo- Hm… *walk away while the dragon vanish literally being absorbed by the demons body* 

*You open your eyes and watch the Onryo sit down and again you could see again a huge amount of dark blue cloud getting out of his hands, what became bow and a quiver with a lot of arrows, he pick one checking it* 

You-... *sighs* You’re a…archer? 

Onryo- Not anymore…

You- But… you still have a bow and arrow. You’re an archer.

Onryo- I’m a monster and I’m known for killing people with this. I'm no honored archer. 

*you could hear sadness in his voice. You walk to him and sit down a little far from him, still scared* 

You- You…regret? 

Onryo- *He stops and look forward*...

You- Do you regret your life decisions? 

Onryo- I didn’t choose this life. I was cursed. 

You- So, you regret? 

Onryo- I…! *growls and look at you* Why do you ask so many stupid questions?!

You- *sighs annoyed* Stupid… 

Onryo- *sighs also annoyed and go back to his arrow*... 

You-... *notice the among of details made by hand on the bow* Did you make that bow?

Onryo- *take a deep breath and close his eyes* Yes! Arrow and bow! Be quiet, human. 

You- You fuckin’ jerk… *whispers to yourself, but he immediately look at you* What?

Onryo- I can hear your whispers…! 

You- Oh yeah? Great! *stands up sitting more far away* I’m starting to regret helping you! 

Onryo- Great! I can go back to my house! 

You- You don’t have a house, demon! 

Onryo- The world is my roof! Different from you! That needs to have a little stupid house to be protected! 

You- I’m sure you wish to have a real roof too! 

*Both went quiet for a long time and you fell asleep, when you woke up, a hour later, saw the Onryo standing on the entry looking outside* 

You-... *sits* Is night time?

Onryo- Almost … we must go.

*You pick up your stuffs and leave with the demon in front of you in the middle of the woods* 

You- I should go in front….

Onryo- Why?

You- I know the way to the tavern.

Onryo- *sighs and turn around facing you* You trust a demon behind you?

You- We have a deal *you frowned* 

Onryo- *look away and sighs again going behind you* Fine…! Go ahead.

You- I just need to help him and give the credits to my uncle.. if I don’t call any attention to me, of course. I keep asking myself, why is he so cool with me helping him? He is known for killing so many innocents in a blink of an eye! When he spoke about being a disgraced archer, he sounded so…sad. Why? Is he really what the book says? Of course he tried to kill me and he scared me a LOT, but… he didn’t actually hurt me physically. He threatened me, of course, but… that’s it. And, he looked so offended by being drawn like a demonic thing… weird, are those stories right about him?

Onryo- Stop *both immediately stops*

You- What…? 

Onryo- I'm hearing something…*silence* You're wanted, right?

You- Yes…?

*The Onryo hold your hand pulling you and running away, but he was too fast*

You- WHAT THE HELL?! WAIT! *He picked you up like  bride* The fu-?! *Notice he was running to a edge of a mountain* Hey…hey hey hey HEY!! DON'T YOU DARE TO JUM-!

Onryo- Don't scream!

*he jumps and you put the hands in your mouth not screaming. The demon landed safely with you that couldn't even open your eyes*

Onryo- *sighs and let you fall from his arms* … Now you can walk.

You- You…!! Ouch! *you stands up* Now we're more far away from…! *you felt dizzy* Ow…

Onryo- What? 

You- I think I'm…! *you turn around vomiting*

Onryo- *roll his eyes* Wasn't even that high…*look up and chuckles* Too radical for you?

You- Shut! Up…! *cough and take a deep breath pointing to a direction* Go.

Onryo- *he sighs while watching passing through him* You look sick, human.

You- I'm fine…! And it's your fault! 

Onryo- *laughs* The guards were coming in our direction, guess why? 

You- … The roar? 

Onryo- The damn roar *chuckles* 

You- *sighs* All right…thanks. 

Onryo- *smirk* Shut up… 

You- Try me, bitch…*roll eyes and yawn* 

Onryo- *deep breath* Tell me where the damn place is and I will take you!

You- I'm fine! 

Onryo- Right, you're yawning and you just vomit. You're not alright!

You- Can you stop trying to be nice?

Onryo- *snort* I'm nice! If you believe the stories, you should be already dead! 

You- You suffocate me!

Onryo- But I didn't kill you!

You- You could!

Onryo- And you could kill me too! 

You- I…! *turn to him and snore* Fine! You're right! *starts to walk again*

Onryo- You think I trust you humans? Of course I had to do it! You could just try to…I don't know! Shoot my heart or whatever! 

You- Right! I got it! Can you stop crying no- *close your eyes* Ow…

Onryo- What? You’re going to vomit again?

You- No, but my blood pressure is not…good *lose balance* 

Onryo- Listen to me next time *get in front of you turns, pull your arms over his shoulders crossing then and holding your legs* Done. What direction?

You- *hold on tight and almost fainting* I think…Southwest…

Onryo- You think? *sighs starting walking* Sleep, girl… i don’t why you’re so exhausted, but…try to sleep.

You- Why do you care…?

Onryo- I once was a human too.

*You fall asleep on his back and in a few hours, Onryo could see a small dark village from far, the first think he could smell is the alcohol*

Onryo- *disgusted* Taverns…! Hey, girl, wake up, I think this is it.

You- Hm… *not waking up*

Onryo- *deep breath* Right…

*He walked to a big door to enter the village, it was surrounded by walls. He knocked with his feet and a window open up spotting a small person…not a kid* 

Onryo- *confused* A…dwarf?

Dwarf- Shut it, what the hell are you, man? 

Onryo- *more confused* Not your business, I need a bed for my…friend here.

Dwarf- *Take a better look and smile* Oooh a sleeping girl? *chuckles* Come in! Come in~ 

*The dwarf close the window open up the door and the Onryo walks in* 

Onryo- Where is the place? She needs to rest. 

Dwarf- If you want to put her in my house…is very comfy *laughs checking on you* She's so pretty! Can I touch her? *ready to grab your tight and he could only see a dragon getting closer to his face, he looked scared and shaking* Wh-wha-what the…?! 

Onryo- *smirk* Good boy, Tooth. I'll find a place by myself. 

*The Onryo starting to walk through the village calling everyone's attention, but he doesn't really care, was to busy tracking the alcohol smell*

Onryo- *get close to a place feeling more disgusted* Argh…! Is here… dammit.

*Entering the tavern it was full of people and different creatures, everyone stops and face him* 

-What the hell is that? Is that a demon? Nice color. Is that a girl on his back? Maybe he's a bounty hunter *they speak between them* 

?- Hey, blue thing…*in the balcony, he could see a huge and tall man, couldn't be only human, he had a mechanic arm and half of his face was mechanical too* Need something, fella? *he had a Scottish accent*

Onryo- *confused asf* Aaah…I…I just need a room for my friend.

?- Friend?! *laughs and the whole tavern also laugh* Look at you, mate! You're a demonic creature, how's that little girl a friend?! 

Onryo- Can I just have a room, please?! *growls*

Tavern- Oooh *laughs*

?- He's a creature, definitely a rare creature *laughs* Well! Come closer, mate! Drink something and we can put your little friend to sleep! 

Onryo- I don't drink this horrible stuff you call "alcohol", thank you very much… *taking small steps to the bar counter* Where's the room, "mate"? 

?- *chuckles* You're a trouble one, aren't ya? Go to the stairs, all the doors are rooms…*take a key from behind the balcony putting in his horn* Happy sleep, mate *the whole tavern chuckles*

Onryo- *growls feeling embarrassed and turns going up the stairs*

*while everyone watching him go, one of the dragons appears grabbing the key on his horn* 

-Yo! Is that a dragon?! What the hell?! It came up from his body! What is this thing?! Is a demon! 

*at the corridors, he sighs by seeing so many doors and more people walking by…of course, everyone stares him*

Onryo- *deep breath and starts to walk to the room number* …Damn creatures…! What is wrong with this place?! No one knows me! No one fears me! What is wrong with this place?! 

*feeling uncomfortable with all the staring, he walk fast to the room and lock himself and you inside*

Onryo- Fucking hell… *through the key in a table and put you in the bed* Finally… *sit down beside you* You sleep heavily, don't you? *you don't move* Girl? *Touch your face* Jezz…you're burning…*take a deep breath moving his hand to his face feeling tired* I'm a babysitter…god dammit *look at you again a gave a little slap in your cheek* Hey, wake up, you're sick…*no responding* I'm not joking, woman! *stands up* I'm gonna roar! In 3, 2…? *His dragons went close to you examining* What? Something is wrong? 

*The female dragon, Claw, look at the Onryo making a sad and worried noise. Tooth, the male one, was picking your cheek with his nose trying to wake you up*

Onryo- Ah…She fainted? *Claw agreed* Why?! How? When?! *He kneels in the bed picking you up on his lap putting his ear close to your face* She's breathing normally… *Claw do a little growl to him annoyed* How am I supposed to know that?! I didn't do that! Right, look! Don't be angry at me, it may be something else *Lay you down again and sighs* Let her rest…she'll wake up again. She has to.

*Claw and Tooth make little crying noises*

Onryo- You guys liked her, huh? *smirk* Why? 

*Claw do a little grunt* 

Onryo- She's pure? Mm… Well, you guys are the spirits, I believe that you can see someone else's spirit *Tooth agreed* Right… I should've known that. Purity…*look at you* Why does she want to help us anyway?

Claw- *grunts* 

Onryo- I don't doubt that she has a secret… is something more. Daughter of witches, she knows a lot about creatures like me. 

Tooth- *grunt in confuse*

Onryo- You're right, she's a mysterious woman. More mysterious than myself. I mean, she doesn't look at me as an Onryo… She doesn't really fear us. 

Claw- *cute grunts and rubs around him* 

Onryo- Wha-?! I-! You females always have the most preposterous thoughts! *blush* The-! There's no such thing as "Onryo's bride"! Or…! Soulmates! Whatever! 

Tooth- *grunts*

Onryo- I'm not blushing! You two are making me nervous! I just met her! 

Claw- *roll eyes and grunts boringly* 

Onryo- Not good with women?! You little…! 

You- *move and moan*

Onryo- Ah…? Girl? *poke your leg* Are you aaw-!?!! *A kick hit his face making him fall of the bed* OUCH! FUCK! 

You- Oh my goodness! *sit on the bed* I'm so sorry! I'm so so so sorry! 

Onryo- You have a…good kick! Ow! *stands up* God dammit! Why?! 

You- I was having a nightmare and I felt something touching me! I got scared! 

Onryo- Wait… you were sleeping?! 

You- …*looking away* Yeah? 

Onryo- You sleep like a rock! I thought you were fainted! 

You- Well… I don't know…I'm not really well *He holds your face and you look confused* What…?

Onryo- You got a fever… you fainted the whole ride. 

You- *looking around* Oh, here we are! *stands up but he immediately pull you back to bed* …?! What? 

Onryo- You're sick.

You- I'm fine, we need the information…! *tries to move but felt something wrapping you up* Ah?! Hey! *the dragons grunts begging you* What?

Onryo- See? They don't want you to move too… now…Stay! I'll get the information *walk to the door*

You- No! Wait! I need to go with you! ONRYO! *he closes the door

[idontdohappyendingz]

When the World Caved In {S.B.}

[Part Two: Fools and Their Woes]

A/N: Another part?!? Two days in a row?!?

Warnings: Graphic injuries, depression, angst, mental distress.

Word Count: 1814

[1977]

“You just need to tell him,” laughed Lily from across the table. The library was practically empty except for the two girls working on Slughorn’s brutal potions essay. Anathema shot a glare in the red head’s general direction.

“Easy for you to say, James has been all over you since he first saw you on the train!” Anathema huffed, slouching over her sparsely done essay, “don’t start copying my paper!”

“Oh no, what ever shall I do without your,” Lily glanced down at her friend’s paper, “seven words.”

“Just shoot me,” Anathema groaned as she realized that the only words there were her name and the title.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Lily winked. A loud crash snatched her focus away. Sirius was sitting on the floor, having apparently fallen over, under a massive tome. He noticed Anathema’s lingering gaze and waved as innocently as he could, with his head tilted to the side and everything.

“For fuck’s sake, Sirius. Are you trying to give me an aneurysm?” Anathema scolded. Lily snorted as he painstakingly lifted the book and walked toward the two of them.

“Why darling, I’m offended that you would think such things of me,” Sirius teased. About 0.5 seconds later, the tome slipped out of his hands and slammed down on the table. Anathema nearly jumped out of her skin.

“Sirius. Black. I swear-”

“Sorry dear!” he cringed. Anathema looked away, hoping that he didn’t notice the blush spreading across her face. But it failed to escape Lily’s hawk-like vision.

“Y’know, Ana, Sirius is way better than I am at potions,” Lily said, her intentions poorly hidden.

“Do you need help with the essay for Slughorn?” Sirius piped up with a zealous grin. Anathema playfully kicked Lily’s shin with a straight face.

“Y-Yeah, actually. Lily is no help, to be completely honest,” Anathema stuttered.

“It’s the one on Amortentia, right?”

“Yep.”

“Well, good thing this monster of a book is about…” Sirius scanned the spine, “complex charms…” he bit his lip and slid it toward Lily.

“Ah, yes. Exactly the thing I need for my potions essay,” Anathema joked sarcastically. Sirius barked out a laugh as Lily gathered her supplies.

“I’ll see you two [lovebirds] later,” she winked. Anathema felt her face heat up as Sirius slipped into the seat next to her. When Lily had left, Anathema swallowed a lump in her throat. You could cut the tension with a knife.

“So, uh… what have you written down already?” Sirius asked, shifting awkwardly in his chair. Anathema glanced at her barren parchment before cringing internally.

“Well… do you want the bad news or the worse news?” Ana said meekly.

“Merlin’s beard, Nightshade, are you trying to give me a heart attack as revenge?” he teased. Anathema scrunched her nose at the nickname he had given her. Her animagus was a raven, a form she had apparently inherited from a particular ancestor of hers.

“I’m telling you, Padfoot, ‘Nightshade’ isn’t going to catch on. Not while I’m around,” Anathema said, sticking her tongue out at him.

“How about ‘Inkwing’? Hm, or ‘Darkwing’?” Sirius proposed with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Sirius!” she blurted suddenly.

“Yeah?” he asked, slightly furrowing his brow and letting the smile slip from his face.

“I want to tell you some-”

“PADFOOOOOOOOOOOT!” bellowed James as he ran past the library door closely followed by none other than Peeves the Poltergeist.

“Prongs…” Sirius groaned. He peered back at Anathema, who was trying her hardest to hide the disappointment on her face.

“Go, Sirius,” she reassured him, “I’ll be here when you get back.” He smiled softly and stumbled over a chair.

“Oh! Before I forget or lose the courage,” he mumbled as he came closer. He swiftly lifted Anathema's chin with his left hand and gently pressed his lips to her forehead. Her eyes fluttered shut automatically.

[1981]

“Oh le Faaaaaaaaay,” Bellatrix’s shrill voice shredded through Anathema’s peace of mind. She peeled her eyes open and saw Rosier unroll a canvas. Whatever it was, its individual pieces clinked against each other. Anathema tried to summon a witty response, but her mind was too clouded and her mouth refused to move.

“Come on, Annie! No clever words to utter today?” Bellatrix said, jabbing at Anathema’s will. Her body was already battered with old cuts and bruises from the many days that had passed, and she just hoped she would pass out sooner this time.

“How embarrassing,” Bellatrix boasted, as if Anathema had already given in, “Rosier, would you be a dear and hand me the size 11?” He rolled his eyes and grabbed the sharpened scalpel. The pointed steel reflected the bright light hovering above the three of them. Bellatrix had relished the idea that if witches and wizards loved muggles so much, then they definitely wouldn’t mind if they used muggle methods to get their captives to talk. That day seemed to be scalpel day. Rosier sat down in the corner and leaned forward eagerly.

“Wait, wait, Rosier. We must always ask her before we begin,” Bellatrix's wild eyes flashed violently, “Who is the Potters’ secret keeper, Annie?” As much as she would hate to admit it, Anathema hesitated. Bellatrix’s smile became impossibly wide.

“Is she finally ready to talk?” Rosier asked, not even trying to hide his amazement. Bellatrix gently laid the blade on the small nightstand next to her.

“Go on, le Fay. Spit it out,” Rosier chuckled darkly. Bellatrix waved him off.

“S-S-S-” she coughed.

“Get her some water, Rosier!” Bellatrix shouted. He ran out of the room and shouted down the hall. Footsteps shuffled behind her until Rosier reappeared with a glass of water. He begrudgingly raised it to her cracked lips once Bellatrix backed up. Anathema gulped down the water, savoring the refreshing feeling in her throat.

“That’s enough,” Bellatrix clicked her tongue. Anathema almost cried when he pulled the glass back.

“Annie. Who is it?”

“S-” Anathema retched. Bellatrix leered over her, desperate to catch every utterance. Anathema’s eyes hardened with fury.

“See you in Hell,” she managed to whisper with a faint smirk. Anathema heard the slap before she felt the fire burning across her skin.

“You good-for-nothing BLOOD TRAITOR!” Bellatrix hollered. The unhinged witch grabbed the scalpel and thrust it into Anathema’s abdomen. Her screams would have made Voldemort weep. Bellatrix cackled maniacally as she twisted the blade and shoved it deeper.

“Bellatrix!” Rosier shouted, “you can’t just kill her!”

“Shut up, Rosier!” Bellatrix countered, her eyes never leaving Anathema’s, “I’ll let her cling to the edge of death and bring her back over and over again until she begs me to kill her.” Anathema barely registered Bellatrix’s words, her agony all-encompassing. It wasn't long until she lost her grip on consciousness, the only sign of life left was her dull heartbeat.

[1981]

When he finally awoke, Sirius struggled to see clearly, for his bleary eyes were still crusted with sleep. His forlorn gaze swept across the wrinkled covers, Anathema’s empty side was glaringly apparent in the afternoon sun. Sirius sighed and slowly forced himself out of bed, his only true motivation being the hope that her name wouldn’t be listed among the mounting list of casualties in the Daily Prophet.

Perhaps that wouldn’t be such a bad thing, Sirius thought reluctantly, at least she won’t be in pain… Sirius cursed aloud. How dare he even entertain such an idea. The solitude must have been getting to him.

By the time his kettle had whistled the anticipation of that wiry owl’s daily delivery had eaten him alive. Sirius took a generous sip from Anathema’s favorite mug and swirled the sweetened tea over his tongue before swallowing, the liquid burning his dry throat. He imagined James sitting down on his sagging gray couch, head in his hands. Lily would most likely be tucked into his side, drifting off to sleep while baby Harry caught some Z’s like tiny golden snitches. Sirius thought about how James had fought Dumbledore when he suggested using the Fidelius Charm and sending them into hiding. James was a fiery spirit, he wanted to fight but he had to protect his growing family. The only thing he could do was wait.

Impatient taps on the kitchen window brought Sirius back to reality. A scrawny barn owl perched upon Anathema’s ledge planter, the soil had been dry and devoid of life since she had disappeared.

“You ruddy owl!” Sirius exclaimed as he swung open the glass pane, “you’re going to shatter the bloody window at that rate!” The owl glared at him, its piercing yellow eyes were only mildly unsettling. Sirius huffed and untied the Daily Prophet from its leg. The owl squawked angrily once Sirius set the paper down on the tile countertop.

“I swear on Merlin’s beard! I’m going to pluck every one of your dodgy feathers and stuff me a pillow,” Sirius threatened.

“Are you yelling at… an owl, Padfoot?” a familiar voice called from behind him. Sirius nearly died at the sound of his old friend.

“Moony, you tosser! Nearly gave me a heart attack,” Sirius grumbled. He absentmindedly assessed Remus as he slipped a sickle into the owl’s leather pouch. Remus was sporting a new collection of newly healed scars across his pale face, though he seemed determined to hide them with his scraggly hair. He leaned against the door frame, heavily favoring his left leg, and strangely opted to keep his rather cumbersome overcoat on despite the obvious perspiration prickling his browline.

“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost, Pads,” Remus commented, his voice quavering. His face betrayed him, Sirius instantly knew that something was wrong.

“What’s happened?” Sirius interrogated as he swallowed a lump in his throat. The mutual distrust was bad enough, but the one thing Sirius would never tolerate was lies by omission, emotions be damned.

“Did Dumbledore not-. Uh, you should really read the paper before-”

“What?” Sirius interrupted, “what’s the paper got to do with…” he trailed off. His blood ran cold as the pieces slowly clicked together. Sirius’ hands trembled as Remus approached him.

“Pads…” he whispered.

“No. NO. It’s not possible,” Sirius argued, biting back a sob. Remus gently lifted the slightly wrinkled newspaper from the counter and flipped through the various stories until he came to the section dreaded reading every day.

“October 17th, 1981-” Remus started.

“Stop…”

“The Ministry of Magic has confirmed 17 deaths-”

“Remus…”

“Abigail Presley (40), Jonathan Meynard (64)-”

“Please…” Sirius cried softly.

“And… Anathema le Fay (21),” Remus mouthed, the air stolen from his lungs.

“Annie…” Sirius sobbed, “tell me it’s not true, Remus! She-she can’t be gone.” Sirius crumpled against the cupboards, sobs wracking his body. Remus lowered his head in shame, unable to watch his friend suffer as Sirius’ wails of agony echoed through the cold, empty flat