#gonna get back in it in a big way with a dragon eventually

[fimbry]

Howdy! Can I ask how the eels are doing? I love morays and was thinking about them recently.

I swear I posted an explanation before, but I am failing to find it. More than a year ago I had a tank disaster/crash due to a freak accident and the heater. Everything died, it was horrible. I miss them so much. I'm taking a break from eels for a couple years which is just the most unfortunate thing for me considering I've had them nonstop since I was 14, but it is what it is.

I did restart the tank earlier this year in May, and it's a very cute reef now with a clown and a goby. My zoa garden is beautiful, and watching the coral growth is lovely.

[solxamber]

I wonder how would everyone in twst deal with shapeshifter!reader that shapeshifts according to the emotions they feel, kinda like penny from amazing world of gumball (mouse for fear, Medusa if they are angry, dragon when furious, etc.)

Shapeshifter! Reader shifts according to emotions

hi! thank you for the request, I'm not familiar with amazing world of gumball so if this is not what you wanted, you can let me know <3

Riddle Rosehearts

At first, he’s baffled by your transformations. When he catches you breaking a rule, and you suddenly shrink into a mouse out of fear, he goes redder than his own dorm’s color scheme. “This isn’t in the rule book!” he shouts, trying to keep a straight face while pointing at your tiny, squeaking form. "Get back here! I wasn’t that scary!"

Ace Trappola:

"This is hilarious!" Ace cackles when you transform into a chicken after a jump scare prank he pulls. "Every time you freak out, I’m gonna get free eggs!" He starts carrying around a list of emotions and their potential animal counterparts just to mess with you. He’s particularly fond of when you turn into something inconvenient at the worst moments.

Deuce Spade:

He panics when you become a snake after he accidentally insults you. "W-Wait, I didn’t mean to offend you! I swear I respect you!" Deuce waves his arms frantically, but the snake version of you doesn’t look impressed. Eventually, he ends up apologizing to a tree you slithered up, hoping for forgiveness.

Cater Diamond:

"Oh my Sevens, this is prime Magicam content!" Cater says, snapping pictures every time you transform. “You’re a walking meme factory!” He probably starts a hashtag dedicated to your transformations: #EmoshiftGoals. No matter the situation, he’s there to document your form, even if you’re a giant octopus stuck in a doorway.

Trey Clover:

Trey is unphased, which only makes it worse. "You’re a dragon, huh? Well, would you still like some pastries?" He offers you a cupcake while you’re snarling as a massive fire-breathing lizard. Somehow, his calm demeanor just makes you feel more ridiculous, and you shapeshift back out of sheer embarrassment.

Leona Kingscholar:

He’s absolutely done with it when you shapeshift into something large and ridiculous, like a lion that rivals him in size. "Seriously? That’s how you deal with anger?" he mutters, throwing an arm over his eyes and turning away. “You’re going to destroy the dorm, herbivore. Quit roaring at me before I kick you out.”

Ruggie Bucchi:

Ruggie sees dollar signs whenever you transform. “Yo, if you turn into a rare animal, I can sell tickets!” He’s already plotting ways to exploit your shapeshifting for his own gain, offering to “protect” you in exchange for some madols. You’re too busy struggling not to turn into a weasel from frustration.

Jack Howl:

He respects your ability, but he’s mildly concerned when you shift into a rhino after a workout, clearly overwhelmed by how sore you are. "Hey, I get the effort, but don’t take down the gym equipment with your horns," Jack warns, not knowing how to help while you smash everything in sight. It’s all part of “getting swole,” right?

Azul Ashengrotto:

He’s actually kind of jealous of your ability. When you transform into something like a Medusa during a heated negotiation, Azul’s glasses slip down his nose. “Let’s keep calm, shall we?” he says nervously, trying to maintain his cool. He starts drafting up a contract for your transformation abilities, hoping to exploit your forms to boost the Monstro Lounge’s appeal.

Jade Leech:

Fascinated. When you shift into a giant squid out of excitement for finding a rare mushroom with him, Jade’s eyes gleam with interest. “How intriguing... I wonder if your emotions could inspire even rarer forms.” He offers you “stimulating” experiences to study your shapeshifting, but he’s just looking for an excuse to see your dragon form again.

Floyd Leech:

He’s your biggest fan. Every time you shift into something, Floyd is there, demanding to “see the big one” — aka your dragon form. “Come on, let me fight ya while you’re a dragon! It’ll be fun!” You’d think being a massive fire-breathing lizard would scare him, but nope. He’s more excited.

Kalim Al-Asim:

Kalim finds your ability endlessly fun. “Whoa, you’re a parrot now! That’s amazing!” He just claps and laughs every time you transform, not even fazed when you accidentally turn into a giant elephant during a banquet. “This is the best party ever!” He starts planning parties around your emotions just to see what you turn into next.

Jamil Viper:

Jamil’s patience is tested when you shapeshift into an overly dramatic form every time you get slightly annoyed. You turn into a cobra when he criticizes your cooking, and he sighs, rubbing his temples. "I don’t have time to deal with this. Can’t you at least stay human for five minutes?" You hiss in reply.

Vil Schoenheit:

Vil’s irritation reaches an all-time high when he realizes you can shapeshift into ethereal, otherworldly beings, making even him feel average. The moment you turn into an angelic being, radiating beauty, he stares in stunned silence before murmuring, "I’m not envious... but perhaps you could tone it down? You’re stealing the spotlight."

Rook Hunt:

Obsessed. Rook is utterly captivated by your ability and considers it a masterpiece of emotional expression. "Magnifique!" he exclaims every time you transform, sketchbook in hand. He spends hours praising your forms in flowery French, even when you’re just a tiny bunny hiding in a corner from Vil’s glare.

Epel Felmier:

Epel is torn between awe and jealousy when you become a giant bear in a fit of anger. “Dang it, I wanna be that big!” He tries to rile you up just to see your more fearsome forms, hoping to get some tips on how to be more intimidating. When you become a giant stag beetle, he’s both inspired and a little scared.

Idia Shroud:

Idia’s both fascinated and terrified by your shapeshifting. “You’re basically a walking, talking MMORPG character with transformation hacks,” he mutters, eyes wide as you morph into a Cerberus when angry. He pulls out his tablet, muttering, "Okay, let’s not piss them off anymore, or it’s game over for me."

Ortho Shroud:

Ortho, on the other hand, is super excited about your ability. “Brother! They’ve turned into a griffin! How cool is that?” He scans you with his sensors and starts rattling off facts about your transformations like a walking encyclopedia. He keeps asking for data on each shift, even if you’re currently a three-headed dog chewing through a chair.

Malleus Draconia:

Malleus is unsurprisingly unfazed. “Ah, you’ve become a dragon,” he muses when you turn into a fearsome beast out of fury. "How... nostalgic." He gives you pointers on how to properly roar and fly, treating your transformation as a normal Tuesday. “Let me know if you’d like some pointers on being a more regal dragon.”

Lilia Vanrouge:

Lilia finds it hilarious when you shapeshift uncontrollably. "Ah, such youthful vigor!" he says, clapping as you morph into a bat out of anxiety. He starts comparing your forms to his own transformations, occasionally pranking you just to see what you’ll turn into. When you become a spider, he dangles from the ceiling, poking fun at your eight legs.

Sebek Zigvolt:

Sebek yells in disbelief whenever you turn into anything he deems less than “worthy.” “You turned into a sheep? Preposterous! That’s no form for someone in the presence of Lord Malleus!” But when you shift into a dragon, he practically throws himself at your feet. “At last! A proper transformation!”

Silver:

Silver just... naps through most of your transformations. You could be a raging tiger, and he’d probably sleep through it. When he wakes up and finds you in some new form, he just rubs his eyes and says, “Oh, you’re a phoenix now? That’s cool,” before falling asleep again.

Crowley: "This is a rare magical ability!" Crowley says, trying to use your talents to bolster the school's reputation. He wants you to shapeshift during big events, but every time you’re stressed, you turn into a giant tortoise and refuse to move. He’s not thrilled.

Trein: He lectures you on controlling your emotions to prevent transformations, but even he’s secretly amused when you turn into a kitten after falling asleep in his class. He just sighs and lets you nap on the desk.

Crewel: When you shift into a ferocious wolf during an argument, Crewel just nods approvingly. "Good, good. Use that tenacity!" He’s secretly proud of your feral forms but won’t admit it outright.

Vargas: “A shapeshifter, huh?” Vargas immediately makes you part of every athletic event, hoping you’ll turn into something big and fast. When you become a cheetah, he practically cheers. “That’s what I like to see! Speed and power! Keep it up!" He starts using your transformations as a benchmark for the rest of the class, causing you to shift into an armadillo out of sheer stress from his overenthusiasm.

Rollo Flamme:

Rollo: He tries to maintain his usual calm and collected demeanor, but every time you shapeshift into something bizarre like a raven when you’re feeling anxious around him, he gets increasingly frustrated. “This is not an excuse for chaos,” he mutters through gritted teeth. But when you morph into a seraphim in a fit of anger, glowing and majestic, Rollo's attitude shifts to discomfort mixed with awe. “We need... order, not divine intervention.”

Masterlist

[fire-lizard-ro]

Dragon Dan Heng + Oviposition

Warning: oviposition, non-human anatomy things, oral, rut cycles, feral behavior, biting, belly bulge, breeding, copious amounts of cum, cumplay????, plugging??? tf do I call it-, author rambling again with little coherency, top character

GN reader I think.

NSFW under the cut:

He- Oml we're going with the combo of one cock + oviposition + internal sheath thing + ribbed dick.

Oml so if we go the egging route... God he's whining as the eggs make their way into his cock from whatever internal pouch he has. Moaning like a pornstar and grinding into your hole as they slide through his cock and stretch out his dick's slit to make themselves at home inside you with a spurt of precum. There's LOTS of that, making your insides already messy before he even cums. The size of the egg has your belly feeling bloated already. But by the time he's done, your tummy has been rounded out like you're already months pregnant and then he's emptying his cum inside of you on top of that to fertilize the eggs. When he's filling you with his eggs, his teeth are likely latched into your shoulder. He really didn't mean to he's just so far gone that he did it without thinking about it. :(( He just wanted to lay claim on you in more way than one with that rut brain of his. :(( Secretly but not so secretly because of how he looks at it later likes the marks on you.

You can feel free to add this into your fantasy or not, but personally- Sometimes I think about how his internal egg pouch where he keeps the eggs (grows them??? tf-) ends up bloated by the time his rut comes around. Sorta makes sense because how else would big eggs fit in his body to put into you? Like I imagine he has a flat belly until getting close to his rut and suddenly his lower belly is swelling with eggs that he just has to put in you once it's time. Please won't you let him breed you? :((

Sometimes this idea shows up in my fantasies and sometimes it doesn't. As most things go with dragon Dan Heng in my head.

Also random thing about his large pecker dick: I think it might have a thinner tip. Like... it's mostly the same size all the way down with only the slightest of tapering, but then right at the tip it tapers a lot. Like not even an inch before the tip it does that. Also I still like the idea of it being ribbed. :D

Also oml there's something obscene about the way the eggs also stretch out not only his cock but the opening of his sheath oifjsoegi- Once again pushing the internal sheath agenda.

I think that as long as he doesn't fertilize them, they won't grow or anything. So you'll just lay them later on. Always very sweet with you whether you're laying unfertilized eggs or birthing the eggs that will eventually hatch. Will soothingly rub your belly and hold your hand. Might reach in to help coax the eggs out. If they aren't fertilized, it means he doesn't have to be as careful with them and just uses his claws to gently pull them out fjsije- This makes me think that he probably takes them out after his rut is over because he'd wanna keep them in to pacify (god there was another word I was gonna use-) his Need to Breed TM.

But ye when he's done filling you with his eggs and cum, he's watching the way his cum spills out of your thoroughly bred hole and will gather it back up to finger it back in. Probably cups his hand on your hole to keep it in before putting a plug in you to keep all that thick cum in you. Slides his fingers in your mouth to have you clean them off but then licks his tongue into your mouth because he wants to taste the mixture of his and your cum in your mouth.

Talked about aftercare last time, but now I'll add a lil more and say that with rut it's not just fucking. His dragon rut brain tells him to take care of you and protect you, his mate. So he's also making sure you're drinking water, fed, and warm. Will feed you by hand and help you drink your water. If you're into it, maybe he even puts the water into his own mouth to give to you. Possibly because you're too fucked out to even drink it when he puts the cup or waterbottle to your lips. Probably does a fucking perimeter check of the room because his rut brain demands he makes sure it's safe before he snuggles up with you and you have an armful of purring dragon to help you fall asleep.

Wrote this and then did not read through it so there maybe typos and things that don't make sense whoops.

Will check it later.

[toxycodone]

Oxy do you think laios would like pegging, I’ve been ovulating and so I keep thinking of pegging laios and how much I want this big man crying under me…💭😛

Laios being pegged...that is so big brained.

He's so, so into it. Whenever you bring it up he fwips his head around to look at you with an owlish expression. He's not against it, not at all, he's actually excited at the prospect.

However, he has his own desires. He goes shopping online with you for the perfect strap-on. You know he has...particular tastes. He doesn't want something too boring.

When you ask him what he wants. He pulls up the Bad Dragon website with a quickness. Then like, he suddenly looks a little sheepish, but he's still pretty excited.

After a little perusing, you eventually settle on one that's about 3-4 inches and has a nice fat knot. Laios tends to be a "go big or go home" sort of guy, so you kinda have to reign in his fantasies in the beginning because. Dude you are JUST starting out. That footlong horse cock isn't fitting inside you on the first try no matter how much it makes you drool. But the knot still leaves something for him to "conquer" when he gets used to the smaller toy. (You two also decide to invest in the realistic cum lube and some sort of vibrating mechanism for you and him. Just to make things even more enjoyable.)

So anyways, when you finally get down to it. You see the excitement he previously had switch to nerves. Despite how much he wanted this, he never really thought about how different it is. Being the one under you and getting penetrated makes him feel remarkably vulnerable. Thankfully, you two have plenty of time for foreplay.

You kiss him gently and tell him how pretty he is and how much you love him while you trail your finger over his asshole and he just melts. You see his hardening length twitch in anticipation and the tension leave his face as you start to finger him and get him more relaxed, soon enough he's fucking himself on your fingers and whimpering while pleading with you to finally fuck him with the real thing.

When you guys first try pegging, you gotta do it missionary. It's a position where you can easily see his face and body, just so you can make sure he's comfortable. Since you worked him up to it, Laios actually takes things super well. You slowly slide into him and he throws his head back and lets out a strangled groan. You kiss his forehead and taste the sweat on his skin and ask if he's alright as you still. Laios kisses your cheek sweetly and smiles into your skin, letting you know in a breathy voice that he's alright. you're doing so good and he loves you.

That's when you add a bit more lube, lube up his cock, and steadily start stroking him to match your thrusts. You aren't super fast as you do this, you just watch Laios's face as it scrunches in pleasure. A pink flush spreads across his cheeks, neck, and upper chest while you continue to fuck him--sending words of praise his way.

And. Unsurprisingly. Within a handful of strokes Laios is squeaking out a warning that he's gonna cum. And before you can finish thinking "already?" Your hand gets covered in warm, white liquid while he grunts out a couple choked sounds, shaking slightly in pleasure.

You stay completely still, careful not to overwhelm him as you chuckle. He's so damn cute. You lean down and give him a few gentle kisses to the base of his throat and tell him he's a good boy before he states.

"Keep going."

You look at him a bit curiously, brows furrowed.

"Really...? Are you su--"

Laios cuts you off with a whine, throwing his head back on the pillow.

"Please."

And so you do as he asks, continuing to fuck him (now at your pace as you try to reach your high), and he's just a mess. Tears prick his lashes before finally falling. He's gasping and groaning and his thighs can't decide if they wanna lock you in or push you away but Laios doesn't dare use the safe word. He just begs for you to cum in him, let him see you cum, fill him up and plug him with that knot...

And honestly, you're quickly following close behind Laios. Moaning into his ear while you buck your hips into him.

But once he's really gets used to anal he becomes a bit of a whore. He LOVES when you fuck him doggystyle and grip his chin, forcing him to look up at you when you spit in his mouth. Or you just grab him by his hips and just fuck him utterly stupid. Your fingers dig into the plush ski,, causing all kinds of scrapes and bruises while he's crying out underneath you.

But it can be an intimate thing too! No monster dildos or anything. Sharing a toy or having you fuck him slow is another love of his, especially while spooning. You can grab one of his soft pecs in your hand, his plush inner thigh in the other while you slowly pump in and out of him and gently kiss his neck. He lets out soft, breathy moans and hushed whispers of how much he just adores you while he jerks himself off...Yeah <3

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Maybe a drabble in which our Lamb meets Chimaera Reader, the maker of all crowns? Like, he stumbles upon their lair, and sees all types of the crowns, big and small, black and white, one-eyed and two-eyed, etc.? Maybe even a little inter actions between the Reader and the Red Crown in which it recognises them as their maker?

Sorry for my English, it is not my native language-

Also sorry if this request repeats, tumblr May have doubled it-

I swear I'm gonna turn this into an OC one day because I LOVE the concept of a crown maker in the COTL universe

........

'Where am I now..?' Lamb pondered as they stepped into a cavern--one most unfamiliar to them.

It was strange, considering they've scoured nearly every corner of the Old Faith for resources, potential rival cult activity, and even martyrs for the Bishops.

But this area was entirely new to them.

With their weapon drawn, they cautiously ventured further inward, eventually arriving into a larger room that was almost entirely cloaked in darkness. They could barely see a thing even with the few torches scattered around lighting the way.

Then suddenly, they saw a bunch of eyes opening up on all sides of them, varying in shape, size, color, and number. And they just stared down at the little sheep.

While they were accustomed to having so many eyes on them, this was completely different.

These eyes certainly didn't belong to any follower of theirs.

What if this was a trap?

What if-?

"Welcome, little Lamb! Promised liberator of the Old Faith!"

Looking upwards, they could see you descending from the darkness. You looked like a tradition chimera: a lion, goat, dragon, and snake all mixed into one. Both of your heads smiled as you took a seat upon your throne, although you frowned a bit upon realizing how poor the lighting must have been.

"Oh forgive me, it is awful dim in here, isn't it? Hold on one moment." Your lion head breathed out a small blast of fire, aimed towards a nearby candle that lit up.

That set off a chain reaction which lit up dozens of other candles around your lair, and burned the torches bright enough for Lamb to see what all those eyes belonged to:

Crowns.

So many crowns.

Big and small, black and white, one-eyed and two-eyed..and even multi-eyed; some sported horns and some did not. Others had bare surfaces while others were decorated with jewels or marred with scars from time.

It was an astonishing sight, and when Lamb looked back up at you, they could see a crown on each of your heads--snake tail included.

Not to mention your seat was adorned with four familiar ones...

"So you..take crowns from fallen gods?"

"Do I take them?" You repeated, before laughing uproariously. "No, but I can see why you'd assume that. I'm [y/n], Maker of the Crowns."

They blinked. "You created the crowns?"

"I have since the first gods ruled over these lands." You chuckled, taking the Green Crown into your paw. "I mold them into a design of my liking, give them life, and then send them off into the world to find a worthy host. They're like my children, so I do get sentimental at times...but I know they'll do great things."

'Huh...Leshy did say the crown found him..' Lamb mused.

"Of all the ones I've created, though, I never thought to see the Bishops' crowns again. But they were in such terrible condition...falling apart, barely able to keep their eyes open....I couldn't believe it." Your gaze shifted down to the sheep. "You wouldn't happen to know why, would you?"

They tensed. "...well...um-"

"Haha! I only jest, Lamb. I know everything." You smiled reassuringly. "I've sensed strong spikes in their energy, and I'm well aware they've been used as aids for the bishops after Narinder's betrayal. Speaking of whom...."

Pausing, you outstretched your paws towards them. "I see the Red Crown has found a new master."

"It's a long story, but--hey!!" All of the sudden, the Red Crown slipped out of their hands, morphing back into its normal form as it began floating up to you. They were shocked and angered, feeling extremely vulnerable without it. "What are you doing?!"

"Nothing, little one. It came to me all on its own. Welcome home, my darling." With the crown nestled into your paw, your smile grew as its eye stared back up at you with happiness. You sighed and brought it closer to your cheek, allowing it to nuzzle up to you. "Oh how I've missed you, mighty crown of Death. I'm glad you have not forgotten me."

"Give it back!!" Lamb snarled, baring their sharp teeth as they tried storming up to your throne. But their little hooves kept slipping on the skull pile that served as its foundation, and they eventually tumbled downwards, landing on their rear. "I need it back right now!"

"...are they always like this?" You muttered to the Red Crown, who just rolled its pupil in response. "Huh, I thought so. Arrogant, entitled, paranoid....just like your first master-"

"Don't compare us." They scowled. "Narinder was worse than arrogant...he would have destroyed this entire world, along with you and all these crowns if I returned it to him! We are NOTHING alike."

"Hm, I see I've touched a nerve. My apologies. I just wanted to take care of this little chip in its horn." Smiling, you manifested some black ichor to seal the crack you discovered on the crown, before sharpening up its horns a little bit. "There. Much better."

"....thank you. Now may I have it back?" Lamb put their hand out, growing more anxious with each passing second they were separated from it. 'Why isn't it returning to me?"

"It doesn't see why it has to right at this very moment...and quite frankly, I don't either. It's not connected to your lifeforce. You're still standing without it-"

"Because I'm its new master! I gave it new purpose. I gave it freedom...and it should be obeying me unconditionally and I don't understand why it's being so stubborn. That crown wouldn't be anywhere NEAR as powerful if it weren't for-!!"

"Choose your next words carefully," you tutted, shaking your head as you gestured to the walls. "My children do not look it, but they too have ears."

Falling silent, they looked all around, noticing that the crowns were now glaring at them. They tensed up, a feeling of heavy discomfort and embarrassment washing over them as they slowly realized how childish they were acting.

And in front of the crown creator, of all people?

"Tell me..do you see the crown as nothing without you? Or perhaps you feel like you are nothing without the crown?"

"........"

"Your mistake, little lamb, is that you see crowns as simple tools to do your bidding. A conduit for your godhood. But do not forget, they are also living breathing creatures like you and I." You chastised. "As such, they deserve respect. I figured you would've been more grateful to meet their maker...such few have the privilege to enter my lair and receive such a warm welcome."

The Red Crown bobbed up and down in agreement, before it scowled down at Lamb, as though to say "you better listen to them and treat me better".

They just looked at the ground, unable to form words as shame creeped up their spine.

You sighed softly. "I understand your worries as a new god. The mere thought of separation from it drives you to rage, especially after what happened between you and Narinder. But I have no desire to take it from you. Not when you've fought so hard for it. All I wish is that you continue caring for it."

"....I'm sorry, Great Crown Maker.." Lamb muttered, finally letting themselves be humbled. "I don't mean to act like I did. It's just...he's been annoying me all day today, shouting about "divine right" and making my life a living hell. He still can't accept that it chose me over him.."

They felt the familiar and comforting weight of the Red Crown returning to the wool atop their head, but they only looked up at you with respect. "Thank you."

"Of course, young one." You nodded, smiling once more. "Narinder has possessed that crown since he was a wee little kit, so it's going to be quite a long time before he lets that grudge go. Perhaps in a hundred years, give or take."

"I understand...so.." Lamb looked around. "Do you have any wares?"

"Oh, plenty!" You clapped your paws together. "Feel free to take a gander! Since this is your first visit, you may have one of the tarot cards over there on the house. But just know that the crowns aren't for sale."

[modelbus]

Wrote this last night, ITS A COOL IDEA BUT ITS BARELY COMPREHENSIBLE!

Y/n is an ender dragon hybrid that was unsafe in the end, so Mumza (goddess of death) put them on Phil’s doorstep when they were like a month old. Phil is an adoptive parent to Techno, Tommy and Y/N. Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo are close friends, growing up Y/N was also close with them. Phil lives in a snowy biome, Techno and tommy have renovated bedrooms from when they were little for when they stay over. The main town is a big clearing in a forest with a river running through. (There’s no government-) Niki runs a flower themed bakery that also sells flowers, Puffy runs a training center, & literally all dsmp people you feel comfortable writing live there, so they can be in a crowd. (not wilbur ofc)

Y/N went missing 5 years ago, when they were 11. (Tommy was 8, Techno was 16) they were looking at the stars from a bench on a forested cliff they liked hanging out at cuz it had a view of their house and the mountains behind it, and XD found them while doin his thing and was like “wait- you’re supposed to be in the end, small child.. I don’t care the void is spreading and its going from looking like a purple and yellow overworld to a bunch of floating islands.” So he /tp’d them back to the end- KEKW anyway- Y/N’s time in the end decays them, turning the ends of their limbs (including their tail and wings) all void like and glitchy but also scales and they’re tall- (do I make any sense rn?) oh, and the endermen try to kill them but shulkers are nice. SO TRAUMA AND TRAPPED IN THE END FIVE YEARS tryna get tf out and go home but surprise being in the end makes em really powerful as the void melds with their soul and basically says “HEY! DRAGON KID, HIIII! YOU’RE COOL, WE’RE GONNA SLOWLY ATTACH TO YOU!.. oh daym your not dying like everything else we try to be friends with..” BOOM VOID POWERS, ITS ALL GLITCHY LOOKING AND BLACK HOLE STUFF, BUT THE VOID IS NICE AND DON’T MEAN TO EAT THINGS SO NOW THEY CAN CONTROL IT KINDA AND FLY AND STUFF.. eventually their void powers get all strong and shit so they can go home, but htey kinda fly around and see all their friends and family acting completely normal and having a GRAVE despite knowing Y/N was still alive somewhere. the void is mad that their family stopped looking for them despite there being no death messages on their communicators so like a protective bestie its all like “bro you gonna take that? You gonna let them forget you like this?. Hellll no.” And they are also like ‘wtf man YOU KNEW I WASN’T DEAD BUT GAVE UP LOOKING-?!’ After spending five years just trying to find a way back home.. SO VILLAIN ARK, THEY START BUILDING A HUGE CASTLE AND ITS LIKE BLACK & PURPLE EVIL CASTLE LAIR TYPA THING. the void oopsie kills the area around so its all like black and decayed around the castle and its like REAL evil lair shit. Y/N sends ominous notes with the coordinates acting like someone who kidnapped her being all like “come here and bring everything you have if want them back.” So they bring (insert all members mothy picks) along with them and go the the castle, BOOM ITS LIKE AN ESCAPE ROOM KINDA THING WITH PUZZLES AND TRAPS N SHIT. so they slowly make their way up to the throne room thats like at the top fighting things and doin puzzles but when they make it to the top they rise up on a little circle platform into the room all ready to see Y/N in a cage next to some big bad guy. but they see Y/N (5 years older than they last saw them) LOOKING LIKE A FUCKING EVIL QUEEN(or king or ruler) WITH END PARTICLES AROUND THEM AND THEY’RE PARTLY MADE OF VOID AND ALL EVIL DRAGON HYBRID QUEEN BADASS SPOOKY. So they’re pissed and stuff tommy is the first to talk before everyone else joins asking questions and being all confused and sad so they talk a little then they get pissed not believing how sad they are acting so they sends mobs made of materialised void to attack them from their throne it goes on a while and they keep fighting and trying to reason with Y/N before tommy is trying to convince them their not lying and explains that they finally decided to give the town a name after they had been missing year and named it after Y/N & built a statue of them as a memorial in the town enter after two years when they finally stopped looking, and what Y/N saw was just a small grave at their childhood home. They don’t believe it at first but eveyones like why would we lie about that?? So Y/N is all like Wait what- so I’ve been hurting you all for no reason- and they end up being horrified with themself after seeing their reflection in the gems on their crown, drop it and break the wall to fly away while repeating ‘I’m so sorry’ and crying. We cut out at tommy picking up the crown all angsty.

I DO have ideas for another 3-5 parts so like if you manage make it into smth and wanna continue it just say the word. *eyes*

-✨🌌🌙 Annon

you wrote this like it’s a movie and god I wish I could edit shit because I’d make you the movie it deserves. I somehow included too many Greek mythology references and for that I’m so sorry…

Pairing: Gn!Hybrid!Reader x Philza, Technoblade, Tommyinnit, Tubbo, Ranboo (+ cameos)

Doomed Dragon

You love the sun. It’s bright, and warm, and feels like how warm cookies taste when it beams down on your wings. It’s nearly blinding when it reflects off all the snow, but you don’t mind. Sometimes blinding isn’t a bad type of blinding, or at least that’s what Tommy said.

Speaking of Tommy, he told you ages ago he’d be back with Tubbo and Ranboo, but he isn’t. They all ran off to Niki’s flower-bakery-awesome-place so Tubbo could buy some dandelions, and you (being the wise 11 year old you are) decided that suntanning your wings was a far better option. You never did get the hang of trudging through all the snow, and you didn’t want to slather your wings in sunscreen for a fly.

Dad says you’re an ender dragon hybrid. It was a lot of fancy words that led to Techno poking and prodding at you, but you figure it’s practically the same as Dad’s wings. After all, his are black like yours, even if his are feathered and yours aren’t.

“Move it.” Techno orders from behind you, stepping over your wings. You do not, in fact, move. “Phil told me I could check on the dogs.”

You never got why Techno called dad by his first name. You and Tommy both said dad, but Techno just had to be special. Dad said it was his ‘teenage’ phase, and Techno was 16, so he’s got 4 whole years before he’ll call him dad again. Then the second half of his sentence clicks, and you gasp.

“Can I come with?” You plead, but he’s already shaking his head. “Please! I won’t even touch any, I swear!”

“You know they’re scared of your wings.” Techno huffs.

“I’ll tuck them under a blanket really well!”

“They have noses. Besides, aren’t you waitin’ for the rest of your group? What if they come back?”

You puzzle this over, then sigh. “Fine. But be super nice to the dogs for me.”

“Will do.”

Techno vanishes into the snowbanks, his red cloak and pink hair being swallowed up in the white of snow. He better give those dogs your love, or you’ll steal his special shiny books.

You settle into your sunbathing, eyes closing. After a few moments, there’s a thud.

“Techno, I know there’s no way you have those dogs my love—“ you start, eyes still closed.

“Not Technoblade, child.” The voice is echoey, and you jolt up. From above you, a man with two white wings and two glowing rings around his head stares. Looking at him too long makes your eyes hurt, and when you glance away you’ve already forgotten what he looks like.

“Who are you?” You ask sassily, because this is definitely a newcomer. They have wings like dad, but their pretentious ass clothing reminds you of Techno.

“You can call me XD. And you’re out of where you belong. Don’t worry, I’ll get you back to The End in no time.” A hand settles on your shoulder, and panic flares in your mind, because dad taught you all about stranger danger.

Before you can even scream, your stomach twist and drops, and the world around you vanishes entirely.

-

The End sucks. That was one undeniable truth; The End is horrible and you hate it. Between shulkers—purple things that open to shoot other things that make you float—and the endermen, you were over it.

Although, you had one friend in all the darkness and desolate floating islands. It never gave you a name, and whatever it spoke it certainly wasn’t English, but you understood it all the same. Even gave it a name; hard not to make friends with the one thing that seemed to speak back to you.

In a way, the void replaced the family that never found you.

“Morning, void.” You sigh, tossing a yellow rock into the darkness. It gets chucked back at you, entirely purple. “You’re in a mood today. Sad I didn’t die in the night like always?”

Silence. Then you feel the tingling in your wings, your long tail, the fingers that have turned purple. The void.

Ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ

“Yeah yeah.” You huff. “That’s me.”

You run your fingers alone the yellow stone below you. Mentally, you call it endstone. Seems fitting enough. Following your touch, purple spreads, eroding the stone. That’s been happening lately, and it always leaves the same tingling you get when the void speaks.

“This is so fucked.”

Ї ċḧöṡë ÿöü

“I didn’t ask to be chosen! I just want to go home.” Home to dad, and Techno, and Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, and all the others.

Ẅḧö ṡäïḋ ÿöü ċäṅ’ẗ?

“Um, logic and the fact there’s no way off this stupid fucking island?” You roll your eyes. You can’t fly long distances, and you’re too scared to try flying off into the void.

The void doesn’t respond, but your breath still catches. Is it implying that you could? That if you did, there was a way out?

Strange things have been happening to you and your body since you got here. And not in the teenage puberty way that dad talked to you about. Your wings had grown, your tail had gained fucking spikes, purple stressed spreading over your skin. Even your hair started blackening at the ends.

And then there was the fact that when you touched things, they sometimes turned purple. Sometimes, when you were really upset, the object would vanish completely, leaving behind a black hole of nothing. A hole that looked oddly like the void.

You weren’t science-smart, mostly because Sam never taught you before XD dumped you here. But you sure as hell knew that wasn’t normal.

Staring into the void, you make up your mind. “If you’re fucking with me, void, I’ll kill you. Somehow.”

You stand up, spread your wings, and hesitate. Were you really trusting some disembodied voice that gave you fucked up powers? But then the image of a grown-up Tommy, of your dad bent over the kitchen table, of Techno’s back as he walked away from you, all flash in your mind.

And you step forward.

-

It happens in a blink. It feels a lot like teleporting, the way your stomach twists and drops, the way your breath is stolen from your lungs. But instead of falling into the unfamiliar like you had 5 years ago, you emerge flying, a new person.

There’s snow below you, wind lifting your wings. Wind. Real wind. The air isn’t oppressive, isnt weighing down on you, isn’t leaving a sour taste in your mouth. It feels like home.

You bank down, landing on your feet in the snow. Under you, it warps, purple and black spreading outwards, twisting at the edges. One blink and it’s white snow, another and it’s all wrong again. That never happened in the end.

It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re back. The world seems to call to you, a sense in your heart tugging you in a certain direction. You follow it on large wings.

Will Dad cry when he sees you? Will you finally see Techno emotional? Maybe they’ll take you out to dinner to celebrate being back: you’ve missed Bad’s cooking. Surely they’ve been searching for you, and you can’t wait to see their surprise when they realize you found your own way back.

The sun beaming down on you makes no hindrance in your flight. You aren’t Icarus, and the sun won’t stop you from being free. Techno used to tell you and Tommy that one, always joking that Tommy had the looks and you had the wings. Two halves of one whole.

You were about to reunite that whole.

Slowly, your home comes into view. The streets and buildings of the town, and just past that, the house you love. The house you can’t wait to sleep in for the next century. Dad is never getting rid of you.

It’s silent when you land, the second time your feet are touching the ground here. This time, the ground doesn’t glitch. Thank God for that.

“Dad?” You call out, pushing open the door. It was never locked when you were a kid. “Tommy? Techno?”

No response. Maybe they’re outside, or maybe they’re out looking for you? You’ll check the dog area for Techno first.

Trudging through the snow, you delight in making an impact and leaving footprints behind. You never got to see your footprints in the end. Funny how you miss the little things about life.

“Techno? It’s me, I’m ba…” you trail off, spotting a small weathered stone. That certainly hadn’t been there before. You take a few steps closer, staring down to read engraved words.

Your name stared back at you, paired with a date that was five years ago. The day you went missing.

They… they thought you were dead? Is this a grave?

Ṫḧëÿ’ṿë ḟöṛġöẗẗëṅ äḷḷ äḅöüẗ ÿöü

The void’s voice startles you, but you don’t dwell on the fact it followed you.

“No they didn’t!” You shout, but your heart is beating too fast, sick rising in your throat. “No, someone else has to be here!”

Before you realize it, you’re running. Following the familiar path to the town, coming to stop when you see a person. Antfrost, you can recognize him even now, whistling as he carries a box inside.

Acting normal. Normal, as if you didn’t disappear. Normal, as if you hadn’t been gone for five years. Normal, as if your disappearance never made an impact.

Ṗööṛ ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ

“No…” You whisper, staggering back. “I— I don’t—“

Ḟöṛġöẗẗëṅ. Ḧöẅ ċöüḷḋ ẗḧëÿ? Ṫö ÿöü? Ṡö ṗëṛḟëċẗ, ṡö ṁïṅë?

How could they indeed. The void is right. You’ve been forgotten.

Ṫëäċḧ ẗḧëṁ ḅëẗẗëṛ. Ṫëäċḧ ẗḧëṁ ä ḷëṡṡöṅ. Ÿöü äṛë ẅöṛẗḧÿ öḟ ṛëṁëṁḅṛäṅċë.

“How?” You whisper, arms curling around yourself.

Ṛëṿëṅġë, ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ. Ṫäḳë ṛëṿëṅġë.

“I don’t want revenge, void. I want—“

Ÿöü äṛë äṅġṛÿ. Ї äṁ äṅġṛÿ. Ẅë äṛë äṅġṛÿ. Ṫäḳë ṛëṿëṅġë, ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ.

Even as you want to deny it, you know it’s true. You are angry. Pissed, in fact. How dare they forget you? How dare they act as if you were nothing, as if your personal hell didn’t matter?

Slowly, an idea forms, pieces falling into place.

There’s a story you used to like, gasping and laughing at the drama of it as Techno told it. Indulged you.

A king and his friend, Theseus. The part you loved hearing was the end of it: Theseus sought refuge with the king, and the king pushed him off a cliff.

You sought refuge with this town, and they stabbed you in the back. And if they want your forgiveness? Well. They’ll have to prove themselves worthy.

Ä ċäṡẗḷë. Ḅüïḷḋ ä ċäṡẗḷë.

“With puzzles.” You murmur, planning with the void. Embracing it. “And traps, and mobs. Twelve floors.”

Ẅë ẅïḷḷ ẗëäċḧ ẗḧëṁ.

-

You don’t remember building the castle. Hell, you aren’t even sure if you could build something like this. It’s tucked behind mountains, black stone and purple stained windows hiding it in the shadows. Spires reach toward the sky as if they’re claws, threatening to rip a hole in the world.

The void, at some point, must’ve taken over for you and built it. That’s the only logical explanation you could come up with, bolstered with the evidence of the void’s impact on the landscape around the castle.

It’s obvious at first glance that something is wrong with the greenery. The flowers and trees have all withered and died, shriveling up into dull-looking husks. The snow has melted to reveal blackened grass underneath, and the mountain is infected with veins of purple. It looks evil. You look evil.

The void loves it. You aren’t so sure, but at least you look cool. And you felt cool setting up all the traps and challenges.

There’s mazes and mobs and hunts and puzzles, all of which you set up. Your favorite is the one where they’ll have to search the room to find three golden apples and deliver them into a chest. It was some tricky redstone, but once they do that the door will open. That’s the eleventh floor, the final one before you’ll finally see them.

All that’s left is to send out the notes, each of which you hand write in (quite honestly) horrible handwriting. The void helped with the threats and the purple paper, leaving you with a simple message.

“𝓑𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝟧 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀. 𝓛𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝓜𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓉; 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇.”

It’s stupid, and possibly cringey, but you’ve never written a ransom note before, so you think you’ll get a pass. You just need to send them and wait for the plan to start working.

-

It takes them less time than you thought it would to get through all of your rooms. It’s as if you blinked and they were all there, staring at you as you sit on your unnecessarily fancy chair.

“Are you real?” Tommy blurts out. He’s the same golden-hair kid you remember running around with, just grown.

Are you real? He had asked. Surely you don’t look that bad. The scales on your arms grew, certainly, and purple particles floated all around you, but it was still you.

“Kid?” Dad asks, stood next to Tommy. “Are you— what are you doing?”

“Where have you been?” Puffy adds on, wide-eyed. “Have you been safe?”

Your gaze sweeps over them all, anger clawing its way up your throat. Puffy, Niki, Antfrost, Bad, Ranboo, Tubbo, Tommy, Dad, Techno, Sam. All of them are here, staring at you with mixed expressions of horror and sorrow and surprise.

It’s fake. It must be fake. They gave up on you! They left you for dead, left you to rot alone!

“You’re all liars!” You shout. “Acting sad, as if you didn’t stop looking for me!”

“We didn’t—“ Tubbo starts, but you cut him off.

“Stop!” You hold your hand up to signal him to stop talking, but purple particles swirl in front of your palm and materialize into something solid. Then again, and again.

It’s not until there’s ten purple figures that you realize what you’ve done. You created mobs, living creatures made of the void. One of them groans like a zombie, then rushes at Sam. He reacts immediately, swiping his sword at its head. The purple head rolls, disintegrating. Then, it reforms on the void-zombie’s shoulders.

And then all hell breaks loose.

Everybody’s shouting and swinging their weapons around, trying to figure out how to get rid of the void-zombies. All you can do is watch, wide-eyed and shell-shocked. Those things came from you, from your anger.

“You’ve got to get rid of these things!” Techno shouts, looking over at you while swinging his axe.

And you? You don’t do a damn thing.

“We looked for you, all of us! We’d never give up!”

“Shit, a little help!”

“Oh, God…”

Everyone’s voices mix into one big mess of noise, only made worse by the noises of the weapons and the void-zombies.

“We named the town after you!”

Your head whips toward Tommy’s voice, eyes focusing on him. He ducks under a void-zombie’s hand, staring back at you.

“And Ranboo has this brilliant idea— we made a statue of you! Well, Sam made it, but it’s pretty sick looking.” He adds.

“…You’re lying.” You accuse, but you already know he’s not.

“Why would we lie about something like that?” Niki asks, gentle despite the violence filling the room.

As if on command, all the void-zombies vanish.

Oh, God. Oh God oh God oh God oh God. What have you done? What have you become?

Ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ…

We’ve fucked up. You’ve fucked up. The horror is cold, spearing through your body, no part of you untouched.

Your glassy eyes catch on the chandelier, a thousand crystal images of you reflecting like a mirror. And all you can see is the void. The glitchy darkness surrounding you, the horrible thing you’ve become.

Maybe you’re a coward for it, but you run, crown falling from your head. The second your hand brushes against the wall, it vanishes, glitching out of existence as you hurtle through it and into the dark night.

“Kid!”

You don’t look back.

-

The silence you leave behind is eerie.

Five years. Five years since they last saw you. And now here they were.

Tommy is the first to step forward, to grab the crown you had dropped. He always liked shiny things, but more importantly, he liked keeping your things after you went missing.

He looks down, meeting his own eyes in the gems.

This crown doesn’t feel like you at all.

[cindol]

͘ ࣭⸰ ! PAPA TO THE RESCUE ! ͘ ࣭⸰

characters included : ken ryuguji, wakasa imaushi, benkei,shinchiro sano x fem reader

﹒.ᐟ 𐚁 cw— fluff, draken is 27, wakasa,benkei and shin are in early 30s, wakasa is a gym trainer, draken and shinchiro are bike shop owner, boo’s boo’s and ouchies just mean cuts or bruises, shin curses around his kid like once without noticing, all the black dragon men have a funny gag of being afraid of their wife(reader),

synopsis— Tokyo rev men cleaning up bruises and cuts with their baby girls.

a / n : all the men are girl dads because I said so

| KEN RYUGUJI ( aka draken )

immediately to the rescue while he sees his daughter trip over a silver wrench. He’s fixing a tire on his motorcycle but when he sees her go quiet then cry he lets out a quiet “shit shit.” and drops the tire and whatever tool he has to run over and pick her up.”you okay? That was a big fall huh?”

still sulking and crying his daughter nodded.“knee hurts..” he looked down to see her small knee, it wasn’t a big cut just a small slit that needed some care but still a huge deal to the six year old.“well i think daddy will make it all better.”

the small girl had a grimace look on her chubby face.“but mama always helps with my cuts..” having draken clean her boo’s boo’s instead of you would be a weird change but draken would try anyways.

“Well nothing wrong with change right? ‘member what Ms. Winters said?” He reminded her making his little girl hum.“change is good.”

He did a simple nod and sat her down on the stool he was originally sitting on.“now I’m sure I got some bandages around this garage, just sit here.”

Searching through and through he eventually found bandages and turned to her. She still had a worrying look.”

exhaling he walked over getting on his knees and placing a hand on her knee.“I promise I’ll try my best to do it just as mommy does, cross my heart.”

the small child pretended was pondering but hesitantly nodded, with her permission he put the bandage over. He though he was done until she was frowning making him confused.”I miss something?”

she pointed down to the bandage on her knee.”mama always gives me a kiss to make it all better.”

He chuckled, of course there was something extra. He placed a small kiss to her knee looking up with a toothy grin.”that better?” there was now a happy smile on her chubby cheeks.

“Now let’s go to mama, can smell her cooking something up from here.”

| WAKSA IMAUSHI

He isn’t very surprised when he sees his son trip over something once again, he’s use to his little girl being a wild one who likes getting into things and just being unaware of her actions. Still she was a four year old child so he stops when he trips over one of waksa’s weights then cries sitting on the floor. Putting down whatever medium sized weight he was lifting and getting off the couch to pick up his fumbling son.

he picked her up letting out a breath of air just at her snot nosed face and big eyes filled with tears. “what am I gonna do with you kid huh?”

The same lilac eyes he had stared back at him squinting with a wobbling look.“got a ouchy on my leg..”

Looking down at her chubby leg there was a bruise and small cut, nothing major but still needed good care even for his little tomboy.“did you huh?” He scratched his head pausing.“your mama ain’t around? Usually she’s good at this kinda thing kid but she’s doing her grocery shopping.”

“Let’s figure this out ourselves.“That immediately made his tomboy daughter shake her head back and forth profusely when he put her down.“nuh uh! mama usually helps heal my ouchies! You’ll just make ‘em all bad and icky.”

a puzzled look was on wakasa’s face.“bruises and cuts are bad in general, ain’t no way for me to make them more nasty kid.” he paused.“Now cmon, can’t wait for your mom to just get here all day, about time I learned how to do this.”

While the two walked to the kitchen which wasn’t far his tomboy child had a questioning look.“about time? You’re just now doing like bandage stuff?!” she said in a shocked tiny voice

wakasa just waved her off while walking and then stopping when they were now in the kitchen.“relax relax kiddo, your mom’s always bandaged me up when we were young but it’s time for pop’s to learn how to clean himself up and you.”

with his daughter sitting at a table that was slid out from the diner table he searched through the kitchen drawers for the aid kit then slapped it straight on the dining table.“mama might not want nastiness on the table!” she exclaimed but still Wakasa waved it off with a smile.“then how about we keep it a secret? Your mama won’t even know”

she whirred.“promise?”

he nodded.“pinky promise, on my heart.” Hearing his confirmation she shook pinkies with him.”now you gonna let me try to clean this bruise you were having a frenzy over?” she nodded putting her leg out.

you eventually found out wakasa put the aid kit on the clean dining table when coming home from grocery shopping.

| KEIZO ARASHI (aka benkei)

Knew it was coming when he was playing with his daughter in the backyard. He was too over protective over his ten year old but it was bound to happen, she was just too active for her own good but that didn’t stop him from rushing over when she fell.

She was just there on her stomach after tripping on a medium sized rock and tree branch. He kneeled down to her helping her on her feet with obvious concern in his eyes.“you alright there? that was a huge fall.” His eyes were just tracing her face, there was no sign of her needing an emergency but still he worried.

It just made her snicker dusting herself off.“I’m okay daddy, just like some stupid scratches.” Looking down her leg had some reddish bruise, not very obvious and something to worry about but it still needed taking care of to benkei.

a immediate groan came out from his darling daughter when she saw his subtle face expression, they weren’t very expressive but she saw what was going through his mind.“dad I’m not some icky four year old! Whatever bruise I got will heal on its own, I’m strong like you remember?” she joked making benkei huff.

“I’m not no whimp girl, just don’t need your mom tearing me in a new one.” it was funny how even a big man like benkei had some fear over her mother.

With both of them now in the bathroom his daughter sat on top of the seat of the toilet spinning around until benkei found the aid kit and opened it up, next he grabbed a near by clean rag and wet it up and clean it to then put a bandage on.

| SHINCHIRO SANO

Doesn’t overreact but makes a small ‘ooh…’ hissing noise at how his daughter falls over one of the tires he was replacing on his jeep. She went face down right onto the cold floor of his bike shop.

When she doesn’t respond he thinks everything is okay till a soft cry is heard making him drop his cigarette then stomp it out before running over.“ah shit shit, you alright there sweetheart?” she makes a gentle shake of the head that was a no.

when picking her up she had a bit of dirt on her face probably from the tire, well her clean white shirt you put on her before was very dirty actually, he knew he was gonna get quite the mouthful from you over it.

With him kneeling and his daughter standing before him some sniffing was heard from her.“stupid tire got in my way!” Her small foot wanted to kick at it in childish anger making shin scratch his neck at that chuckling a bit.“Ah my bad honey, maybe daddy should watch out just tossing things around here huh?”

The small seven year old nodded with a pout on her lips.“my shirt got all dirty and my face is dirty daddy! Need to find mama so she can clean me up.”

that made shin gulp and pull at the neck part of his shirt. You would most definitely have a few words for him for having your daughter’s fresh clean shirt from the dryer get dirty.“ah no no, I think mama is probably enjoying her nice day at the house without us yeah? I think the two of us can figure this out ourselves.”

the little girl wanted to hesitate but she trusted her papa, even if his style of cleaning might be different from her dad. She gladly took the hand of her father for him to take her to the bike shop’s bathroom to clean her face.

you ended up finding out anyways.

[everlasting-rainfall]

Hi Rainfall how are you?😊 I hope that you're doing well. This is my first request i hope you don't mind answering Can you please do a scenario of yandere Sabo falling in love with a member of the strawhat pirates please? And you're always welcome to add nsfw and please Keep up the nice writing and stay hydrated 😊

Sure! I’ll do my best and since you told me to stay hydrated, I’m gonna take a big gulp of water right now! This one is probably going to be quite short though as I’ve never been quite good at writing canon

Sincerest of apologies and I certainly do hope that you still enjoy it regardless! Now then…

Let’s get into it!

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A Yandere Fighting his Urges, Masturbation, Delusions, Celestial Dragon Mention, Sexual Fantasies, Anger, Kidnapping

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So honestly I can imagine that you might have potentially encountered Sabo during the time skip like let’s say that you wound up encountering him for a little while during those two years

Maybe he saved you like you were in trouble with the Marines due to your wanted poster and Sabo noticing that you were running for your life decided to pull you into his hiding place out of sight as he was running too

Of course you were probably freaking out a little when he suddenly grabbed you but he kept you quiet and held you with your back against his chest until the coast was clear which is when he finally let go

Once you realized that you had been saved and had not in fact wound up in a worse scenario, that’s when you took a lot of deep breaths to calm yourself before you thanked him

It was after that is when he said that the two of you should stick together until you can get off this island as it was gonna be a while with how the Marines had locked the place down and despite everything. You knew trying to leave was a bad idea right now

During the time that the two of you spent waiting, you found out a lot about each other. He was a revolutionary that had been sent to this island on a mission, you were a pirate who had been separated from your crew

Honestly the two of you became quite close and eventually when the Marines calmed down thinking you both must be long gone. That’s when the two of you tried to leave only for Sabo to offer you to join the revolutionary army

You would make for a pretty good member after all and Sabo even offered to personally teach you everything that you needed to know

He was almost a little too insistent about it even when you said “I couldn’t just abandon my crew”. After a while though, you put your foot down and told him that you were going to find your crew and get back to them as nice as his offer was

Part of Sabo honestly felt the urge to just grab you and forcefully take you with him as how could a life on the seas possibly be better than fighting for what was truly right?

But nonetheless he held himself back for now and the two of you went your separate ways…

However as soon as he was away from your side and returning back to the others, he found that he simply couldn’t stop thinking about you as there was always a little bit of his mind that was thinking about you

It started off as him simply imagining what would have happened if you said yes and what you’re doing now then it progressed into forgetting that you weren’t here with him and occasionally slipping up like “I don’t know… What do you think, Y/N?”

Weirded the shit out of whoever he was talking to but regardless, he soon starts to imagine a complete life for the two of you in the world that the revolutionary army would bring about

He imagined living with you and letting you know just how much he loved you just about every single day, he wouldn’t have to worry about coming home and finding you missing or worse because some Celestial Dragon thought you were cute

There would be no need to fear that at all and even if there were still some fears in the world, he could protect you… He could protect you and any children that the two of you might have together

And as he thought about these scenarios in his head, he began to think to himself as the two of you were so close back on that island together… You knew so much about each other and not only that but some of your actions as well

You allowed him to sleep on the bed of the little inn room that you both managed to get instead of sleeping on the floor, you hugged him just a bit longer than you should have that one time, you even shared quite a few personal details with him that you probably haven’t told anyone else

Could it be that you felt the same way about him? Yeah, yeah! Of course you did, there’s absolutely no other explanation in his mind!

He just has to find you now and take you back with him when the time is right, he’ll tell you about how he feels the exact same way that you do and you’ll leap into his arms like it’s some kind of fairy tale! You’ll tell him that you’re so happy he realized and kiss him

These fantasies are truly some of the best things that he could ever think of and in all honesty, he even starts to dream about you sitting in his lap and riding him as you cry out that you’re so happy that you get to do this finally as you’ve wanted to do this since you’ve met him

Of course he usually has to take care of himself after these dreams which usually results in him moaning out your name as he rubs his cock to the visual of you bouncing on him or taking him into your mouth like a good girl

God, he needs to find you… He can’t wait for this any longer…

So Dressrosa winds up happening and of course you’re part of Luffy’s crew so as much as he would like to confess his feelings to you and steal you away, he’s sure that Luffy would never allow it plus he just can’t find the right moment to tell you how he feels

And due to this, he becomes more and more frustrated as sure the city is in absolute chaos and is about to be destroyed but he would just like at least ten seconds where shit isn’t going to hell so he can at least kiss you or say “I love you!” or something!

Even when the chaos is over, he still can’t find the correct moment and this man is very close to just coming up behind you and stealing you away

But as he’s coming up behind you planning to grab you from behind when it seems like you’re all alone, he’s just about to touch you when you suddenly turn around and say that you’ve been looking for him with a smile on your face

He thinks that you’re about to confess first and his heart is pounding in his chest as he’s so excited only for you to thank him so much for everything that he’s done before entering a conversation with him

You eventually let it slip that you have a bit of a crush on your captain and you can practically hear the cracking noise coming from Sabo before someone calls you away and you say that it was nice to see him again before leaving

Sabo is probably standing there just frozen and watching you go

So many things in his head are telling him to go after you to grab you and kiss you senseless so you realize that he’s the one for you but his Yandere Tendencies aren’t fully brought to the surface as he shakes his head and tries to fight the urge to do so as he leaves

He can’t bring himself to steal what’s potentially going to be his younger brothers girl someday… At least not yet…

Besides he’s absolutely sure that Luffy can keep you safe! Maybe even better than he can… Yeah! You’re in the safest hands with his younger brother! Sabo can definitely trust him to keep you safe and treat you EXACTLY how you deserve to be treated

And he couldn’t possibly bring himself to steal you away and protect you from all the dangers in the world that might try to hurt you! You’re part of Luffy’s crew after all and he doesn’t even mind if he someday gets an invite to the wedding that the two of you might have

If you heard a pop then that was Sabo’s stress ball… He’s on his fifth one today…

Regardless despite all of his wants, he gets back to his work as a revolutionary and tries to just ignore his feelings

That is until a certain country known as Lulusia gets wiped from existence and suddenly that last shred of sanity that Sabo had is completely gone

There is absolutely no way in hell that Luffy can keep you safe after what he just witnessed… He knew that the nagging feeling in the back of his head was right!

Luffy has too many crew members to watch out for after all and Sabo is certain that there could come a time when you’ll get hurt in some horrible awful way

And although Sabo does love his brother and would trust him with his life… He just wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he continued to let you stay there only for you to get hurt

Sabo will keep you safe, he’ll keep you safe and secure until the day finally comes when the revolutionary army has won

And when that day comes if the world is still just a bit too dangerous for his liking, he’ll continue to keep you safe even if it means locking you away inside of the home that he’ll share with you someday

He knows what’s best for you after all

[profound-bouquetbird]

hi!!! could I please request Reader x snotlout relationship headcanons? Possibly them being opposites on the surface but actually being similar in a way? Like they both feel things very strongly

This took me a little while longer to write, since I didn't really pay that much attention to snotlout throughout the three main movies that I watched 😔

But! I didn't want to leave your request unanswered and wrote it :)

Sorry if it isn't completely accurate. If you have any tips leave them in my inbox or send them through private messages :)

Some key words:

-D/n = Dragon's name

Alright, let's start off with the basics. You probably met through a mutual friend

*cough* *cough* Astrid *cough*

And he at first didn't get your whole get up. I mean, you were vikings!

Whilst he acted (somewhat) reckless and seemed to shift to this supposed 'playboy' persona of some sort (although that persona really wasn't accurate..)

While you were on the calmer side, closed off and anly speaking to people when needed

He found it a tad bit annoying

I mean- you're vikings! You're supposed to be reckless! Yet you were- not?

Well, at least in his eyes you weren't

After a little while, you started to open up a bit more. Still not having that reckless and uncaring persona vikings had, but being the usual self just more... Outgoing? If you could call it that

But, Snotlout paid no mind. He was too busy looking our for his own image to care

I think the first time he noticed something about you that intrigued him was when you first made friends with the dragons

Snotlout trudged through the grass, an over exaggerated groan echoing through the island as he carried food for his dragon, Hookfang

While he walked, he couldn't help but overhear a seemingly onesided conversation, in which a familiar voice was involved

"We're gonna be the best, D/n!" A voice, which could only belong to Y/n, encouraged. Snotlout smirked as he walked towards the sound, peaking from the corner to spot the dragon rider scratching their dragons head

"We're gonna win this race! Promise." Y/n chuckled, patting their dragons head twice before mounting onto them

"That's quite a big promise there, Y/n. Are you sure you'll live up to it?" Snotlout butted in, mockingly smirking at them as he waited for their response

Y/n looked him up and down, smirking lightly themselves as they sighed

"Seeing how you and your dragon act together, I'd say I've got better chances." They sighed, pulling their dragons head upward lightly to send them into flight

Snotlout only glared as they flew away, but he couldn't help but feel something forming in his chest. Admiration? No, that can't be it...

Maybe respect?

From that point on, each time the two of you interacted, Snotlout gained more and more respect for you, which eventually turned into a crush

He was so obvious about it

Like he did with Ruffnut, he constantly flirted and did small favour's for you. Either getting the sheep for you to win the race or tightening up a know that you definitely didn't need his help with

And to your oblivious eyes, you just though it was playful teasing and friendly interactions. Oh... Poor you

You'd sometimes play into his flirting. Giving him a few fake compliments and teasing remarks back, which only worsened his crush

The more he hung out with you, the more he realized how many characteristics you two shared!

Yes, on the outside you acted completely opposite, like I had mentioned in the begging

But, you both had this urging courage that propelled you forward, you both needed praise and attention from the ones you loved. But, while snotlout was more outward in showing these emotions, constantly complaining that is; you'd more often than not just keep to yourself, giving the person small hints but never outwardly saying it

Okay, let's start with the actual relationship headcanons:

I think he'd be the type to show you off. Like: "hell yeah they're my partner! You wanna say something about it?????"

Love language is definitely 'words of affirmation'

My guy is in constant need of praise 😭

Doesn't mean he doesn't praise you tho. You're constantly receiving words of encouragement and praise; but he'll stop praising you as soon as you stop praising him (like that's ever going to happen)

Is really into pda but also not that into pda if that makes sense? Yes, he'll wrap an arm around your shoulders, kiss the top of your head, even peck your lips every once in a while. But there is no way in hell he'll actually make out with you in public! Nu-uh, that's for you and him only

I can't really think of anything else... So I'm gonna leave it here for now :)

Sorry for the huge delay on the posting! If you have any other requests please leave them in!

[moongothic]

This is gonna turn into some Crocodad Propaganda eventually but putting the man aside for a little bit

Let's be real for a moment. Regardless of who Luffy's other biological parent is, regardless of if they're relevant to the story or not, no matter what has become of that person, if they're dead or somewhere out there alive, etc-- I believe Oda "knows the truth".

Although it took One Piece until post-Enies Lobby to reveal some of Luffy's blood relatives to us, Oda had technically introduced both Garp and Dragon to us all the way back in the East Blue saga. And Ace was introduced not too long after in the Baroque Works saga, along with his tattoo which held that secret tribute to Sabo all along. (Also he was introduced as "Portgaz D. Ace" meaning Oda must've intended to make the two non-blood brothers from the get-go.) All this means that Luffy's family, both adopted and blood relatives, have been in Oda's mind from the very begining of the story. And so if Oda had figured out Luffy's grandfather, father and at least one brother (if not both) from the begining, then why would he not have decided what became of the person who gave birth to the idiot as well? Like considdering how detail-oriented and meticulous Oda can be, would it not be unusual for him to essentially forget about a character that important (in the sense that Luffy literally would not exist without them) and just handwave them away without much thought? Would that not be out of character for Oda? As such, I don't think it is not unreasonable for us to believe that Oda would know what happened to Luffy's other bio-parent. Mind you, it really could be just something like "Luffy's mother died of The Disease when Luffy was a baby", or "the mom fell down the stairs" or "was eaten by a bear in the woods" or something, anything, whatever. Even if it truly does not matter to the story one bit, I'm sure Oda knows the truth of what happened and why that character wasn't a part of Luffy's life.

But at the same time, if the identity and the fate of Luffy's birthing parent truly did not matter to the story at all, then why wouldn't Oda just tell us who that was and what happened to them? In an SBS or an interview? It's not like people haven't been asking about it, because fans and staff alike have been asking about it for years. If the information really would not change anything, be it the direction the story will take or how we view the characters, if it really is just worthless trivia, then why keep it away from us?

Now of course, I'm sure you'd want to point out that one time Oda told Mayumi Tanaka that "A young boy's adventure begins after he leaves his mother's arms. I want to tell this young boy's adventure story, so his mom is not part of it." And Oda isn't known for lying, we do kind of want to take what he told Mayumi Tanaka at face value. At the same time though. If Luffy's other parent did become a plot relevant character in like the final 200 chapters of the story, after a 1100 chapters, they and their potential connection to Luffy would not have mattered to the story for 90% of its run. For an overwhealming majority of Luffy's adventure, that person would not have been a part of it. So if that character did become relevant, and Oda was lying, then it'd be a white lie at worst. But also, if Oda did intend to reveal that other parent eventually, when the time was right, then surely he wouldn't want to get people hyped up about it way ahead of time. If it did turn out to be a big plot twist or an otherwise important plot point, Oda would want to keep it under the wraps and a secret until the right time, you don't want to spoil something like that. Not to mention it could end up working like a distraction and make people not focus on the more important things happening in the story currently. So really, I think we'd all forgive him for a white lie there. Not to mention, technically speaking, if Luffy doesn't even have a mom but two dads, then Oda wouldn't really be lying either.

But that does bring up an important thing to considder.

If Crocodile does turn out to be Luffy's other dad, when did Oda get that idea, and when would he have committed to it?

Because, keep in mind, One Piece began back in 1997. Twenty seven whole years ago. Which means there's two things to considder; the evolution of queer rights over the past near three decades, as well as the fact that One Piece has more than surpassed Oda's original plans for the series. We must not forget how for a manga to remain serialized in Weekly Shounen JUMP, you need to perform well in the popularity polls consistently; if your manga starts dropping in popularity, JUMP can cancel it and force you end it prematurely. Of course, Oda arguably does not have to worry about those polls anymore after all these decades, there's no way in hell JUMP would ever cancel fucking One Piece in this day and age. But that might not have been the case 15 years ago, that was not the case 20 years ago, and that was absolutely not the fucking case 25 years ago. Like we all famously know that Oda originally planned One Piece to maybe run for like a year, then five years, then ten etc etc. That really is because at the begining of his career he had no quarantee he'd be able to tell the full story he was slow cooking at the back of his mind. Back in the early days, One Piece could've been canceled and ended prematurely, so Oda smartly chose to write it focusing very specifically on what mattered to the story at that moment, in the short term. Yes, he did start laying out the groundwork for things to come, but he did it so subtly that had OP been forced to end early, the series wouldn't have been left with too many massive, gaping plotholes or unresolved sidestories. Another thing to keep in mind is how comic artists for JUMP do have editors etc who can have a say in what goes into the manga (famously, Sasuke only existed because Matashi Kishimoto's editor suggested it). So again, while Oda might be able to do whatever the hell he pleases in One Piece at this point, that wouldn't have been the case 20+ years ago. He would have been more or less at the whims of his editors back in the day.

So would Oda have thought about giving Luffy, the main character of the series, a transgender father back in the year 2000? Could that really have been the secret plan from the start? And would Oda's editor(s) at JUMP have allowed that? Or, did Oda maybe come up with the idea later?

Now just so we're clear, I am NOT suggesting Crocodad was Oda's original intent and that his editors didn't let him do it or anything like that, my tinfoil hat isn't on that fucking tight. What I do want to suggest, is that it is plausible Crocodile being Luffy's other dad was an idea Oda was playing around with at the back of his mind from the begining, but wasn't sure he'd ever get to, mainly due to the uncertainty of series' future and partially because he could've been unsure if his editors would even allow him to write that story. And IF this was the case, Oda may not have even started committing to to the idea until around the CP9 saga. Or, it's possible Oda only got the idea sometime after the completion of the Alabasta arc/during Skypiea saga, and started laying down the groundwork for during Summit War so that, if he ever got around to it, he'd be able to commit and tell that story.

Regardless, let's be real.

It is interesting and kind of suspicious how Crocodile does just happen to be introduced around the same time the rest of Luffy's family was first shown to us, even if we didn't know Garp and Dragon were Luffy's family yet (this was also the same time the first canon queer character was introduced; Oda was playing around with queer characters during Crocodile's introduction, possibly testing the waters to see what he could get away with?) During the CP9 Saga we got the Miss Goldenweek cover story, where we see what's become of Crocodile after the fall of Baroque Works. This is of course adding to the world building of the CP9 Saga (where we're told the criminals who go through Enies Lobby are either sent to Impel Down or to Marineford; so us finding out Crocodile's gone to ID is playing off of what we knew would become of Robin and Franky and the Strawhats not come to rescue them. AND it's foreshadowing for the Summit War Saga), but also, soon after we were reminded of Crocodile and told where he's been sent off to, we were finally formally introduced to Garp and Dragon (Garp having already been mentioned by Aokiji at the begining of the Saga). And we close off the Saga watching Ace and Blackbeard have their fateful match. So again, Crocodile was on Oda's mind around the same time the rest of Luffy's family was. And indeed, after Thriller Bark we then move onto Summit War proper, where Oda does all The Things we would considder The Groundwork for Crocodad, most important being the introduction of Ivankov and their Devil Fruit. But again, just like before, Crocodile just happens to be there at the same time as this saga, which really heavily focuses on Luffy's family, plays out. While we learn about Dragon's secretive nature and connection to Iva-chan, Garp's feelings for the boys, Ace's struggle with his heritage and Luffy's love for him, Sabo and Garp... Yeah, Crocodile's just... Also there.

Whenever Oda starts dwelling into Luffy's family, Crocodile is always there. It's a bizarre coincidence if nothing else.

(And oh won't you look at that, Crocodile has once again become a plot relevant character, just in time for The Final Saga where Dragon has also started becoming actually plot relevant as well)

All of this to say, again.

The fact that Oda has refused to tell us anything about Luffy's other parent is sus, and to me indicates that either although unusual for him Oda genuinely just doesn't give a damn about Luffy's other parent, or he's been trying to play it safe for years so that if he ever got the opportunity, he could give Luffy two dads. (Or maybe there's some other twist that has nothing to do with Crocodile, that is possible too, I just feel like if that was the case then why hide it for 27 years?)

Whatever the case, I'm sure Oda knows the truth.

And I'm sure we will find out the truth eventually, be it on the pages of the comic or in the SBS.

[lunarcrown]

can we see all of your tattoos? :0

I FINALLY TOOK PICS!!!! I actually don’t have a TON of tattoos compared to my peers but I have a nice chunk! I’m just slow at getting tattooed bc I’m always working so I get like MAYBE two a year 😂

ANYWAYS!!! Ok so my legs: butterfly, demon goat girl, caterpillar, bill cipher (a SUPER OLD ONE), Minecraft block, and blue three eyed cat are all by me on me HAHA

I’ve made myself quit tattooing myself so I can get OTHER people’s art on me, but I wanted to tattoo my own shins just in case it was too terrible to continue with someone else (it’s not actually that bad!!!), and the other things like the Minecraft block were just so I could have complete control of it when it meant so much to me. The three eyed cat is actually my first “official” tattoo on skin I did as an apprentice! (Bill was a sneaky stick and poke I did in college OTL)

Creeper is from a friend/fellow tattoo artist who I trade tattoos with a bunch (but we still pay each other bc BILLS…), party dragon was from a dragon tattoo trade, worm on a string was from a friend who’s apprenticeship started same time as mine, pink axolotl is from my coworker who is sooooo freakin cool….i aspire to be like her so much…. And anime eyes heart gal is from a super cool friend that I went to college with! We reunited when I started tattooing and got a lot of laughs on how long it took to get our degrees and now we aren’t even “using” them HAHSG

Rest of the ones on my legs!!

Mob is from the same buddy that did the creeper and another one you’ll see in a sec, the kitties are from ANOTHER pal who started apprenticing same time as me! They’re actually arranged to be a subtle ⚢ sign bc IM A HOMOSEXUALLLLL~~ the symbol beneath these is the ol symbol from gravity falls that I ALSO stick and poked in college YEP…. Love Bug and the firefly are by a buddy from Virginia! One day I’m gonna get a “mean” version of love bug on my other thigh and it’s gonna say “bug off” 🤩 and the colorful leopard is from ANOTHER buddy trade that I did with a very cool friend!!

And finally MY ARMS!!!!

I have even less up here because getting arm tattoos makes it hard to work pfft….

I LOVE canti from OG FLCL (I love robots with sick designs so much…) and I love the show as well (introducing me to the Pillows was so PIVOTAL…) so I have him not once but TWICE form different ppl. The one with the flowers was from my mentor who turned out to be a sucky person so BOOO but I still love the tattoo~ the claptrap and OTHER canti are from a neat guy that I LOOOVE his style but his shop is sooo traditional and it’s lowkey uncomfortable even though he’s nice so idk if I’ll go back for a third. The Grievous is from the same buddy that did the creeper and mob!!! It’s so cool too bc my freckles make HIM have freckles and it’s adorable to me. And finally my VERY first tattoo I ever got, the big ufo abducting a pumpkin!!

This was done by Kelly McGrath in North Carolina and she was so sosososo sweet, gave me free prints, let me video call some of it to my family because we were VERY very far away from each other, AND I got to tell her years and years later that she inspired me so much that I became a tattoo artist myself!! And I even got to ask her a question or two and she responded so nice :,,)

SO YEAH I don’t have much rhyme or reason to my picks besides preferring color tattoos to be the majority, but my goal now is to collect tattoos from some very cool people and take my time filling up my body with art!! Eventually I would like to extend to my hands (palms included) and feet (JUST THE TOP I AM NOT DOING MY SOLES), neck, body, and maybe a few on my face near the outer perimeter/outer corner of eyes/above eyebrows! But that’ll probably be way off bc I work a LOT like I said at the beginning! Always the tattooer, never the tattooed HAHA

[ringleaderising]

@avalonianrising You might want to up your security.

"He surely can't be far now, we just caught his trail near shadow two days ago, Pig- at this rate we're going to miss the girls' first godfall-" "it's fine, we've got weeks before then- of course, we could just call it here an' let him terrorize every clan he stumbles into-" "No, no, we'll find him." "Then stop hasslin' me! the boy can't be far, I just need to focus on sniffin' him out in these here woods."

Though occluding mist might be a pitfall for his father, it's hardly a stopping block for someone short enough that the mists hang above his range of vision, and finding his next hideout seems to be just as simple as following desire paths cut through towering trees. He's no stranger to Nature's forests, learning how to climb and eventually to fly in an effort to ensure he could keep up with his stronger sisters meant quite a bit of time spent in the Viridian Labyrinth- but this clan is new! Runt supposes Pig's distaste for meeting any strangers extends to avoiding the dragons who populate even the wooded safety of the lush greenery Runt remembers from when his siblings were his size.

So maybe it's just luck, that in the face of having never been here before, Runt finds a tavern not unlike the one at Vaudemire Way- he'd stopped there before, and the guardian barkeep in shiny white armor was a far cry from what he's seeing now. He's barely tall enough to reach the counter, stood on tiptoes and balancing on his tail as he attempts to get the attention of the imperial behind it- but over the din of the visitors, it's easier said than done.

"hey! hey mister!" He puffs his cheeks, as he finds it impossible to get the stranger's attention- but his attention is quickly taken by the presence of a pile of shiny golden treasure left behind on the counter as Vanadev walks by.

He's got sticky little claws on the coins a moment later, knocking them into the floor and smearing red on the countertops before he realizes the imp bartender's attention is now decidedly on him.

"Thank you! I can buy my cleaver with this! I'm gonna get- get a big one. One... one even bigger than Daddy's- with flames. oh oh! made out of obsidian-" ignoring the morality of small children entrusted with giant knives, that is Vanadev's tip- so maybe it's no surprise when he's soundly shooed out of the tavern doors.

But they should really lock their back ones. It's the smell of something tasty that lures the little menace back inside, and into the comfortable embrace of something to eat- he appears from a barrel of fish just in time to come nose-to-nose with who certainly seems to be the chef of the tavern, the Coatl clearly a little alarmed at the presence of a dirty little circus clown in their ingredients.

"You have good fish here-" He declares, spilling bodily out of the bucket, rounder than he'd been when he entered it. He expects to be shooed off again- but he's quickly offered a proper meal- something he'd probably take Cahir up on, if he didn't hear the bartender conversing with someone with a familiar, rough cadence.

"looking for a guardian hatchling. about yay-tall." "Clown paint?" "...that's the one." "I just shooed him off for- HEY WAIT- He stole-" "Lady above- Sow, pay the man."

"Oh boy- Thanks for the fish! and the tea! I gotta go!"

[novelcain]

Y'all got me thinking so hard abt mafia wukong I'm dropping. Some things I've thought of in the last like five minutes for your viewing pleasure LOL feel free to ignore me or delete this I am running off like two hours of sleep

-Wukong probably holds an annual sort of, dinner for those serving directly under him. It's probably a night for information to be passed around, big terf reports to be given, that kind of thing. Only the ones that answer directly to him are invited, the ones directly under him in the hierarchy, so probably like, the DBK family if they're involved, Macaque, his inner circle, so to speak. I imagine it's held in a restaurant on their terf, or that they have control over, so it's only them being served that night.

- At these dinners everyone has a set seat. The seat to Wukong's left is always for MK and the seat to his right is always for Reader. Bad things happen if you mess with those seats!

- And gods help you when Wukong has a little too much wine to drink! He's handsy when he's stone cold sober, he's even worse when he's tipsy and/or drunk. I imagine him placing Reader in his lap at some point in the night, running his hands over every bit of them he can, leaning his cheek against their shoulder. Everyone has kind of learned to keep their mouths shut, but eventually someone is gonna have something they need to say and he's not even going to look away from Reader, carrying a conversation with his underling all while keeping his attention on Reader

- Oohhh when dinner is over and work is out of the way, it's relaxing time, everyone gets to mingle and enjoy music and drinks and to just lounge around in this space that's been procured for the meeting. Wukong makes Reader dance with him! The music is something soft and slow, sensual, and he takes them by the hand and sways to the music.

- Eventually the night comes to a close and everyone disperses. Wukong gets a little TOO handsy w Reader on the way home. Teehee.

Respectfully, anon. I refuse to ignore this as it is some delicious brain food you have given me~ 😌

First, I can't get out of my head how utterly embarrassed MK would be seeing his adoptive dad getting handsy with who he's beginning to see as his mother figure. All the while, his friends Mei and Red Son, the heirs to the Dragon of the West Triad and the Demon Bull Family Triad respectively, are teasing his and making fun of him for it. Tho Red Son shuts up about it later when his mom and dad start getting a little too drunk to keep their hands to themselves too.

I also think that with specific seating arrangements he has a special table that he likes more than all the others. I like to imagine that the business that they go to is Pigsy's Place. A restaurant that Wukong has been going to for at least a century and has been laundering money through since he helped Pigsy go from a noodle shop that he stumbled into one night at 3am while he was drunk to a full blown 5 star comfort food restaurant that's constantly booked.

Now to what you're all here for~

You've know this monkey for a while now and you know that once he starts to drink it's inevitable that he goes from his usual casual passing touches to practically dry humping you in front of everyone

Ffs the man has his hand up your dress!

You get so flustered and try to feed him food and water to help him sober up but he just keeps getting his hands on more alcohol and somehow even gets you to drink a bit as well

You two definitely end up getting frisky in the limo ride back

Mk saw that coming after jumping out the window the last time because his dad got so drunk that he forgot his son was still in the damn car and went home in Macaque's car, which Mk is driving because Macaque is past out in the passenger's seat after having a drinking contest with DBK. The winner of which was unclear.

[monstersandmaw]

Male orc x male reader - monthly Patreon story (nsfw, 9.6k words)

Greetings! Apologies for this being a little later in the month than I wanted it to be. I have been occupied with reopening my Etsy shop (Patreon discount by the way!), and this orc lad had so many iterations before a random prompt on Tumblr gave me this Reddit-worthy angst fest with a very happy ending. Do check the warnings just in case, but there's nothing in huge detail.

I will not be charging Patrons for next month (November 2024) because things are going to get a bit more bonkers, with my mum moving across the country and I'm gonna have to be there a lot for her, so there'll be no story next month. I'll keep updating the not-yautja story (ShipMates) as and when though :).

The idea/prompt that sparked this final version was this:

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Story content: Set in the Starfall Springs universe, in the university town of Old Trollbridge. The male reader (nerdy academic type) spots a big and very wealthy male orc having a very bad day (see warnings below, light story spoilers) and checks in on him. A deep friendship is kindled, which develops over time into a nice mutual crush, which is eventually resolved... :)

Warnings/nsfw content: orc is cheated on by long term boyfriend with his brother in law, falsely accused of attempted SA, and is not believed by his own family and is instead ostracised and denied contact for a while. Reader supports him through that and helps him move on and get back to his life. NSFW content: big male orc prefers to bottom and is on the receiving end of anal fingering and penetrative sex.

Preview:

The spattering of liquid falling from a fairly decent height, and the fizzing hiss of a billion tiny bubbles bursting on the pavement, was not the sort of thing you’d expected to hear upon coming out of the Medieval Research Library.

Confused, you looked across the street in the general direction of the bus stop and a multi-species daycare and, of all things, spotted a huge orc upending an extremely large — at least large by human reckoning — bottle of Silkfoot Valley sparkling wine into the gutter beside the bus stop. At four in the afternoon. Those bottles were not. cheap.

The bus stop had no bench for waiting, and the actual town centre of Old Trollbridge was a fair walk from your department’s new library building, so what on earth was he doing wearing an expensive suit and wasting expensive wine here of all places?

You needed to catch a bus home though, so you hoped he wasn’t going to cause you any trouble. He didn’t look drunk — he was pouring it all down the drain after all — and as you drew in a deep breath and crossed the road, he didn’t look up at you. He just stayed with his body leaning against the edge of the shelter and this dead, empty look in his dark brown eyes while the bottle dangled upside down from his fingertips.

He looked… defeated.

Seven or so feet tall, and as broad at the shoulder as the bus for which you were waiting, he looked pretty traditional for an orc: black hair plaited back off his face in two braids and left long and loose down his back; thick, tapered ears pierced all the way up and adorned with little silver and gold rings. From his earlobes hung — again traditional — bone or ivory amulets, and around both of his huge tusks he had a cuff of worked silver. He had on a gorgeous, forget-me-not blue, button-up shirt and deliciously-fitted, slate grey suit trousers. His shiny black shoes might even have been vintage dragon hide. He didn’t look like the kind of person who would normally be waiting there for a bus. He looked like the kind of person who owned a company and should be picked up in a limo.

Still, you joined him and he didn’t look at you. He seemed totally lost. Finally he set down the wine bottle, careful lest it topple off the kerb and shatter, and he tipped his head up to the sky. When he did that, the long black hair spilling down his back brushed his buttocks.

Not that you were looking at his buttocks.

Because you weren’t.

Ok, you were.

Damn though.

When he let out a long, heavy sigh though, you felt your heart squeeze, and you realised with a jolt that the big orc was crying.

“Hey,” you murmured softly, approaching and coming to a halt a few feet from him, in case he reacted badly to the interruption. “You… You alright?”

When his head turned slowly to regard you, you saw that his beautiful, doleful brown eyes were red from crying, and he took one look at you and his expression crumpled. He turned away, cuffing at his face with the sleeve of his shirt, and just hissed, “No.”

“You want someone to talk to?”

“No.”

“Ok,” you said, stepping back. “I’m here if you change your mind before the bus comes.”

He went still, and as you walked to the other end of the shelter to give him at least a pretence of privacy, you heard him let out another shuddering sigh, followed by a cavernous inhale, and a grunt that sounded like he was trying to pull himself together.

You risked another glance at him, and found he was looking at you. You offered him a gentle smile, your heart breaking for this poor man, whatever had just happened.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “That was rude of me.”

“I think I can probably cut you some slack,” you smiled. “You look like you’re having a tough time of things.”

He nodded. “You could say that.”

You kept eye contact with him, but didn’t push. His lip wobbled and tears rimmed his lovely eyes again, and he swallowed thickly, throat working as he wrangled himself back into a semblance of control.

“I, uh, I just found out that my boyfriend of six years has been screwing my brother in law.”

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[ilovesjamesbb]

Please Don't Leave Me (Pt. 18)

Bucky x Reader

“She said she wanted to watch a movie.” Nat said, pulling the blankets out of the cabinet. Everyone stood in the kitchen area finishing their chinese. 

“What are we going to watch because I vote no to the Great Gatsby, Rogers.” Clint spoke up. 

“What? We only watched it once?” Steve said offended.

“And that was already one time too many.” Sam deadpanned.

“So what do we watch then? Any ideas?” Bruce interjected.

“How about The Hobbit.” Y/n answered from the doorway. Everyone looked over. Steve got up and walked over putting a hand on her back. 

“How are you feeling?” He said softly. 

I could tell Steve was beating himself up about the whole thing. We had gotten really close after Bucky ended things but lately it feels like we hadn’t seen each other. He really felt like a big brother.

“Good. Excited for this. I miss hanging out with you guys.” Everyone smiled. I knew they missed when things weren't always so serious. I couldn’t help but notice how distant Sam was. He never even looked in my direction, too interested in twirling his chopsticks. 

“I actually am down for a little fantasy action.” Tony said. I picked the movie because I knew that both Steve and Bucky hadn’t watched it but they both had been enamored with the book when it came out. 

“Perfect. I can go to the store and get some snacks for you guys-”

“Already done” Nat stopped me. She pointed to the bags of popcorn and candy next to the sink. I smiled. Nat was so underrated. 

“Okay, let's get started then.” Everyone made their way to the couch and I waited for Bucky. He probably needed a little alone time. I wanted him to sleep after being up all night last night. I settled in the love seat that I knew he would join me on eventually. The movie started and I hummed. I felt so happy being with everyone. It's crazy what 2 years can do to a person. It wasn’t that long ago that we were all strangers. It was only a few minutes when I felt a dip in the couch and arms wrapped around me. 

“Hi, doll. What are we watching?”

“The Hobbit.” I answered. 

“Really?” His eyes lit up. I nodded. 

“Who chose it? I really wanted to watch.” He said eyes glued to the screen. 

“I did.” He pulled me closer so that my head was on his chest. We sat like that for a long time. Everyone was really into the movie, laughs filled the room when Merry and Pippin set off the dragon fireworks and Gandalf scolded them. At some point I fell asleep. I was woken up by Nat’s hand on my forearm. 

“Hi.” She smiled. 

“Hi.” I smiled back. I looked over to see Bucky fast asleep on my arm.

“How long have we been out?” I whispered to not wake him up.

“A half hour. The movie ended a few minutes ago. We are going to play a game in the other room if you guys want to join.” I nodded. She left and I touched Bucky's face softly. His eyes opened slowly and he seemed like he didn’t want to be woken. I couldn’t help but giggle. 

“Hi, sleeping beauty. We are gonna play a game in the other room.” He nodded still groggy. He lifted his head and I stood up to be yanked back down. I laughed. 

“Not so fast.” He brought me under him and his stumble touched my jaw. 

“I believe it is very rude to wake someone up. You have to pay the price.” He smiled. 

“Oh and what price would that be?” I laughed a hand in his hair. 

“Cleanup!” Before I knew what was happening he ripped himself from me and ran into the other room. 

“Fuck you!” I laughed. That was the rule, the last person has to clean up after games, dinner, movie night. I sighed and folded the blankets quickly and brought the empty popcorn bowls into the kitchen. God, Thor could eat a lot. 

“Y/n! Come on! We are playing truth or dare!” I heard Clint yell from the other room. I smiled. Always so childish. I entered the room and everyone was around the glass coffee table. Thors’ hammer acted like a decoration sitting right in the middle. I sat next to Steve and Nat. 

“You know the rules. Dare is a dare. No leaving the tower or doing anything that might get us arrested. Truth is just that.” 

“LAME.” Tony interrupted Nat once again. 

“Maybe we could do a little seven minutes in heaven after this-”

“Jar.” I pointed to the large glass mason jar on the bar. 

“What is wasn’t even that cras-”

“Douchebag jar now. 50 bucks” Tony got up like a child and stuffed a 50 in the jar. There had to be almost 1000 dollars in that jar and that wasn’t counting the jars in random places around the house.

“As I was saying. If you don’t do that dare or truth you either lose a piece of clothing or take a shot of this asgardian liquor.” Nat smelled it and made a face.

“Please! I would love to see you all drunk off your asses.” Clint laughed. 

“Banner you’re up.” He looked around the room.

“Steve. If you could trade lives here with anyone, who would it be?” He asked. Oohs floating around the room as one of Tony's secretaries brought out drinks. 

“Hm. Probablyyyy Thor. I like the whole flying thing.” Thor smiled. 

“Okay okay my turn. Tony. When was the last time you cried?” Steve always with the truths. I was thoroughly interested in this answer. 

“I don’t know probably the day I was born. Oh no wait- Dummy dropped my last slice of pizza the other night. It was my favorite slice. It had everything…cheese, pepperoni, and a little dash of hope.” He pretended to shed a turn and when no one reacted he sat back up. 

“Man, nothing. Okay. Ummmm y/n.” He smirked at me. 

“Oh, good lord.” I rolled my eyes. Of course he would pick me. 

“Sext the last person you texted.” Everyone laughed.

“You’re such a dick.” I laughed as I pulled out my phone. I immediately screamed into the couch. 

“No, no, no. Give me another one.” I begged. Everyone laughed. 

“Who is it?” Nat picked up my phone. She immediately started cackling her hand over her mouth.

“It's a group chat with Steve and Fury.” Everyone was dying except for Steve whose face was bright red. 

“Oh come one y/n you never back down.” Clint laughed. I dramatically sighed picking up my phone. I opened the chat and typed. A second later Steve's phone dinged. He laughed. 

“What are you wearing right now!” He was almost crying. I buried my face back into the couch.

“Tony. I will get you back for that. Alright let's see. Natasha. Tell me about your last wet dream.” Everyone oooheed. She got really close to my ear and started to whisper.

“It was you, me, and Steve. Right after a mission and…” She kept talking and I tried to keep my face stoic but I could feel my face getting redder by the second. Everyone was watching me intently. After a particularly erotic line I stopped her. 

“Okay, okay, okay. I got it.” She started laughing. I pushed my hair behind my ears but smirked at Nat. Bucky gave me a look and I could tell he wanted to know. 

“Thor. Out of all of us, who do you think is the best in bed?” He was about to answer.

“And not yourself.” Nat jokes. Again everyone laughed. 

“Hmm no one comes close to me, I assure you..” He sent a wink our way. 

“But I would have to say probably one of those Super Soldiers. Barnes!” He held up his glass and we all laughed. 

“Is it true?” Nat asked. No one answered. Bucky looked to her.

“What?” He scoffed. 

“Y/n, is it true?” I smirked behind my own glass. Nat held her head back and she screamed. 

“I knew it!” Bucky's face was so red I was sure it was gonna explode. 

“My turn.” He said immediately. 

“I dare you all to go to Studio 54 next weekend” I raised my eyebrows. 

“That’s still open?” Steve chucked. 

“What is it?” Bruce asked. I was wondering the same thing. 

“It’s uh a nightclub from when me and Steve were…” He trailed off. He was definitely flustered and it made me smile. 

“Don’t ‘me and Steve’ anything Bucky! It was all you. Always had two girls on your arm and danced the night away. I was just a fly on that wall.” Steve accuses but he was laughing. 

“Ohhh. A nightclub, Barnes. That sounds fun.” Nat teased. 

“I’m down. I want to see what things were like back when the dinosaurs were still roaming around.” Tony said with his hand raised. 

“Good. Then those little girls you like to hook up with will know what it's like to dance with a fossil.” I shot back at Tony. Everyone was laughing and I couldn’t help it, I was too. Tony rolled his eyes. 

“James, I think that’s a great idea.” I looked at Bucky and he was already looking at me. His eye contact never wavered. It was always such an intense feeling. It felt like we were the only people in the room. I picked up my phone to text him as the game picked up again. 

What should I wear?

I heard his phone vibrate and he looked at me. I looked down to the seat beside him and he picked up the phone. He smiled. 

I already have something picked for you, doll. But you know I would rather you wear nothing at all. 

My breath hitched when I saw the text and he knew the effect it had on me immediately. 

I’m sure that could be arranged, Sergeant Barnes.

“Y/n.” I looked at my phone again and began typing. 

How about something like this?

I sent him a picture I had taken after a shower that I intended to send to him. 

“Y/n you have to do it!” I snapped my head up. What?

“Huh?” 

“Clint dared you to drink the asgardian liquor Thor brought.” Nat nudged my shoulder. 

“That’s the dare? Pft.” I grabbed the class on the table. Steve took it from my hand.

“No no no. That one.” He gestured to the tall class of straight liquor. My stomach dropped. Oh fuck. I was thinking a shot of that stuff that would have surely gotten me drunk. Not 10.

“Either that or hm I don’t know, that shirt is looking real nice on the floor.” Tony said. I rolled my eyes. 

“Give it to me.” I sighed. I stood up to grab the glass and mentally prepared myself. 

“We like to drink with y/n, because y/n is our friend! And when we drink with y/n she gets it down in 10! 9, 8,-” I threw it back and it tasted like battery acid. I heard everyone chanting around me and I swear to God I threw it back up into the cup before it went down. I finished the glass on 2 and slammed it on the table. Thor was cheering extra loud. I immediately felt tipsy. I sat back down and landed on Nat’s lap, both of us laughing. She put her arms around me and we stayed like that the rest of the game. Someone dared Tony to take off his clothes and get in the suit, Bruce ended up eating some weird concoction, Thor did Nats makeup blindfolded, Clint had to go skinny dipping, Steve and Bucky had to learn a Magic Mike routine and perform for the group, and then there was me. I was so drunk. Like barely functioning. I found myself dancing on the bar and the music was blasting. All I wanted to do was dance with Bucky.

“Bucky!” I was jumping in circles. He made his way over to the bar and grabbed my leg trying to slow me down. I grabbed his hand. 

“Dance with meee” I tried to tug him up. He rolled his eyes and climbed up on the bar. He stood still while I danced and I frowned. I pulled out some whacky move and he finally caved. I screamed. We kept going back and forth until he had my back to his chest and we were just touching each other. I clearly saw Nat and Steve dancing and I internally reminded myself to tease her about it tomorrow. Feel so Close by Calvin Harris came on and it was over. I don’t remember everything that happened next but I know we danced forever and eventually I felt someone scoop me up and bring me to mine and Bucky’s room. I hit the bed and I smiled. 

“That was the best night everrr.” I could hear the faint sounds of music from downstairs. We were both sweating. It was too hot to get under the covers. 

“I know. I had fun too, doll.” He laid next to me and I pulled him close. 

“I’m gonna marry you James. I’m gonna marry you so hard.” He let out a booming laugh and he rolled onto his back, his hand on his bare chest. I laughed too. 

“I’m gonna marry you even harder, Y/n L/n.” We held each other's gaze and we fell asleep both on our backs holding hands. I don’t think I will ever get over this feeling. 

@blackbirdwitch22

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[sirowsky-stories]

The Old Prince

Part 2

Author's Note: While the first part of this series was intended to be a one shot for a competition, this has already taken on a life of its own. I'm not sure if it's gonna be a mini-series or more, I'm figuring it out as I go.

Description: After a terrifying trip into the castle's basement, Oberyn tells you more about why he's abducted you, and who he is.

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Warnings: Monster Oberyn Martell x Female Reader, AU fic, eventual romance, obviously Halloween themed, reader cusses, description of foul smells and generally nasty things. 'Tis the season! Word Count: 4346 Author's Masterlist

   Suddenly fighting panic once more, you stumble backwards away from the window, grasping at thin air and trying to remind yourself to breathe through the tightening sensation in your chest.    You’re losing your mind. That’s what this is. He drugged you, or something, there’s no fucking way you just saw a dragon, they don’t exist. It was just a green streak against the white snow, it could’ve been anything.

   But for all the logic in the world, you can’t rationalize this away, for one simple reason: you’ve seen it before.    The dark body that had come at you so fast in those woods, much too big to be any ordinary animal, and with that strange shine to its skin… reflecting even the tiniest of light being refracted off the thick clouds in the night.

   Scales. It had to be. Nothing else that you’ve ever heard of could’ve created that shine.    And then there’s the bite.    Fumbling with your own trembling hands, you struggle to pull your shirt out of the top of your riding jeans, and then yank it over your head to fully inspect both the garment and your shoulder.

   There are perfectly symmetrical punctures in the shape of a long snout over both the back and the front of the short-sleeved polo shirt. Narrowest where it reaches all the way down to your waist but so wide at the top that the creature must’ve bitten into your arm below the sleeve, engulfing not just your shoulder, but everything from the base of your neck out to your entire upper arm.

   It looks much like you’d expect a carnivorous dinosaur bite to look, which is probably as close as you’ll get to a comparison with a dragon. And that’s a difficult sentence to digest having to consider in a factual manner, rather than just playing around with in a hypothetical sense.    But there isn’t a scratch or bruise in your skin, at least not from what you can see.    How is that possible?

   And then a different thought occurs to you, and your fear morphs into something less acute and more chilling.    If the creature left this place, does that mean it lives here, or does it mean that it happened upon this place and decided to check it for edibles?    To your own surprise, your mind immediately goes to Oberyn, imagining him half eaten or torn apart down there, and you’re quite stunned at how that imagery affects you.

   Pulling the shirt back on as you move to the stairs, you don’t bother bringing the candle holder, taking the steps two at a time as you rush down, down, down, round and round from one staircase to the next, cursing the labyrinthian floorplan of the castle and your own lack of spatial perception, until you’re suddenly outside his office again, and grind to a halt.    The door is still open and there’s a fire crackling in there yet, so you step over the threshold and look around.

   There’s no sign of him, which leaves a heavy lump somewhere in your gut. But just as you’re about to leave to keep searching, your eyes fall on something on his desk.    You’d seen it earlier too, not realizing what it was, but now that you take a closer look, you recognize the Egyptian hieroglyphs.    You’re no expert, but the stone tablet looks like a genuine article, which would make it thousands of years old.

   It’s interesting, but not relevant at the moment, so you leave the room and pick a direction, heading right, back towards the stairs but this time you run past them.    You sprint around, whispering his name, looking for other rooms where there might be lights burning or fires lit, but you encounter nothing but closed doors and dark hallways.    Until you decide to try opening a particularly eye-catching door, at the bottom of a narrow and steep staircase.

   There’s no clear reasoning behind why you chose to even head down there, because even the staircase feels ominous. Then again, perhaps that’s exactly why.    Perhaps it’s the fact that the black steel door with the decorative golden embellishments of leaves, vines and grapes, seems entirely out of place in the dark and damp underground setting.

   Oberyn’s voice, warning you to stay away from the basement, rings through your being as you grab the handle and twist it, before gently swinging the door away from you.    It whines briefly as it falls open, and once the corridor behind it is revealed to you, the only thing in the castle you’ve thus far seen to be lit by electric light, you find yourself hesitating to move forward.

   There’s a smell seeping towards you that speaks of filth. Rotting things, blood and other secretions, but also things like mold and sour mud. Something seems to linger in the air beyond the threshold, not wafting out through the open door but strangely contained. You can sense it. Like the shifting pressures of an approaching storm.    And just like the allure of seeing a hurricane with your own eyes might draw you closer to it, the unknown entity you sense tonight, silently beckons you to come.

   You’re halfway through the corridor when you hear it. It sounds like thousands of beetles crawling over each other, and then something growls while another thing snarls. All of which should make you stop, but you keep going.    He’d said that there are cages down here and that the creatures are locked inside. But what creatures?

   There’s a ninety degree turn at the end of the corridor, and the smell that hits you once you round that corner, instantly makes you dry-heave.    The lights are sparse and the few bulbs along the walls aren’t nearly enough to illuminate the entire space, and that’s probably for the best.    Standing halfway bent over at the corner, you turn your head to the side and try to make out what’s causing this retched stench, and then you regret it.

   There are indeed cages lining the walls, all of the same size, roughly the same as most dog kennel cages these days, except that these are cast iron and literally cemented to the floor. Only about half of them are occupied, but to describe the things that occupy them…    Morbid curiosity draws you another few steps further into the room, and then they all seem to notice you at once.

   Suddenly, teeth are scraping against those iron bars, claws are tearing grooves into the floors, and heavy bodies are throwing themselves at the walls of their confines, making the bars sing with vibrations.    The sounds only seem to escalate further the longer you stand there, until you almost need to cover your ears.

   Need drives these mutated and unnatural beings to such extremes that within moments, they’re actually tearing their own skin off against the rough surface of the cages. Then the sickening crunch of teeth breaking away from jaws and bouncing against the floor in front of your feet, is finally too much for your ears, and you cover them.    But the metal-tinged scent of fresh blood still finds your nostrils, as the creatures tear themselves to shreds in their efforts to get to you. And even so, you just stand there, unable to look away.

   Just when you think you might faint from this absolute assault on your senses, someone grabs you and pulls you back towards the corridor.    It seems to take less than a second before you’re back on the other side of the black door, and suddenly, it’s like a spell has been lifted from your mind and body.    No longer drawn by the unseen entity that seemed to beckon you to step into her domain, you feel like a mist has cleared from your brain, allowing you to think and act of your own will once more.

   And the first thing your body does when it’s been freed of this mist, is try and rid itself of the stench that you feel like you’ve somehow absorbed just by being within it. Your stomach turns, but since it’s empty, all that comes out is bile.    Trembling, you fall to your hands and knees, only now realizing that you’re covered in cold sweat.

   “I told you not to go down there after nightfall. The hidden sun somehow makes them… hungrier.”

   His voice seems so soft to your ears after the punishing noise down there. It soothes you, slows your heart and eases your breathing.    You’d been searching for him when you’d ended up going to the basement, for fear that the dragon might’ve harmed him, and it’s a surprisingly massive relief to see that he’s apparently perfectly fine. Not so much as a crease bothering his elegant coat.

   “You’re okay…” you gasp, calmer but still far from calm. “I was looking for you. Something… uh… some thing ran out of the castle, and I didn’t know where you were…”

   You’re busy clambering back up to your feet and trying to wrap your sweat-soaked clothes closer around you, even though it does nothing to warm you, so you only catch glimpses of his expression, but he looks surprised.

   “You were worried about me?” he asks, and he sounds utterly disbelieving.

   And no wonder. He’s your captor, you shouldn’t care about him at all.

   “It looked like…” you start, then pause and shake your head at yourself, knowing how this is gonna sound. “Okay, don’t laugh… but it looked like a dragon.    You know, the Asian kind, all thin and serpentli-…”

   You cut yourself off as the word registers in your brain.

   “A serpent… That’s what you called it. You’ve seen it, haven’t you?” you deduce, stepping closer to him, and he nods slowly.

   But there’s something in is expression that sets off warning bells inside of you. Something almost undetectably evasive.

   “Wait…” you breathe, starting to back away again. “It was running out of here, so, what was it doing here?    Those things in the basement, you’re the one that locked them in there, and you’re keeping them alive. And now there’s a fucking dragon.    Does it come and go as it pleases? Is it bringing you these creatures? What the hell is going on?”

   The hallway is cold and with the dampness of your clothes, you’re shivering like a leaf now. But there’s also a fear in your gut, adding to the unpleasant feeling.    You’ve backed far enough away that he has to follow to be able to talk to you, and for some reason, that kicks your self-preservation instinct on, making you want to flee.    But you don’t, because none of this adds up.

   “The dragon is responsible for what has happened to those mutated beings down there, but I’m not the one keeping them alive. They just keep on living, no matter how badly they injure themselves or how long they go without food or water.    I keep them here because out in the world, they would wreak a havoc unlike anything man has ever seen.    You felt it yourself. The pull.”

   He’s not asking, he knows that you did because he had to drag you away from it.    You stop walking, less frightened now that he’s offering answers.

   “What are they?” you whisper, your voice weakened by the mere imagery of them as it plays back on the insides of your eyes.

   “I don’t know. But I do know what causes the mutation. I’ll tell you, but first you need to warm up and perhaps change out of those clothes.”

   You don’t argue with him on that, your entire body is shaking with the cold sweat that covers your skin. So, he gestures for you to follow him as he leads you through the maze of hallways and random open spaces. He stops after a while and indicates for you to turn into the next opening on your left, and when you do, you find a wide corridor with one white door on each side.

   “The door on your right is a bath. I’ll leave some clean clothes for you just outside the door, and when you’re done, you’ll find me in my study.”

   “I don’t remember how to get there,” you admit, but he doesn’t seem concerned.

   “I’ll leave you a trail to follow. This castle has been partially destroyed and rebuilt countless times over centuries, leaving it with the terrible fate of an incomprehensible floorplan.    I shall have to rebuild it myself should I ever get the notion to try and sell it…”

   He trails off then, seemingly lost in thought, before he catches himself. And you’d swear that he looks a bit embarrassed as he nods and quickly disappears down the hall.    The bathroom is a lot bigger than you’d imagined. There’s no tub, but instead, an entire frickin pool has been built into the floor in the middle of the room, circular and large enough to fit twenty people. It’s already full when you walk in, so you reach down to check the temperature, finding it nice and hot, which is surprising.

   Then again, everything in this place is.

   You check that there are towels available in the closet standing against the opposite wall, delighted to find not only a full stack of them, but dozens of bars of soap as well. You bring one with you, along with a large towel, before you undress, letting your dirty clothes drop into a pile which you then kick away as far as you can.    And then you finally sink into the soothing warmth of the water.

   The disgusting smell of that basement seems to linger on your skin, so you lather up repeatedly, scrubbing yourself as best you can with just your hands, until you’re forced to accept that the hideous odor must’ve infested your nose.    Once you’re clean, you just sit there in the water, warming yourself, but it takes longer than you’d expected before you finally stop feeling cold.    You get out, wrapping the towel securely around yourself before cracking the door open to check if he’s left you any clothes.

   There’s a whole stack of garments out there, so you grab them and bring them to a bench, where you start looking through them.    As far as you can tell, they’re not old, which begs the question: why does he have modern women’s clothing in this ancient castle where there isn’t a hint of a woman’s touch anywhere? Except in the tower. But those clothes really are very old, so that doesn’t track either.

   You pick a pair of black cargo pants that fit you perfectly and are very comfortable. They’re the kind that hikers use, not tight enough to restrict movement but tight enough to sit securely against the skin and not risk getting snagged on things, with strong zippers on all six pockets.    And for your upper body, you dress to stay warm. A long-sleeved t-shirt underneath a microfiber sports jacket with a water-resistant outer layer.

   Of course, you are also thinking of the prospect of escape and the need for good clothes before you can even consider it. But you’re also just not fit enough, or knowledgeable enough about how to survive in the wild, to realistically attempt it.    You’d have to be truly desperate first, and you’re not. Yet.

   Leaving the bath, you find that he has indeed left you a trail to follow, in the shape of small branches of a young fir, which are wide at one end and narrowing towards the other, creating natural arrows, pointing you in the correct direction.    You reach his study after a short walk, finding that you do now recognize the corridor where it is, and how to get to the staircase, which leads back to your tower, from here.

   “Feel better?” your captor asks when you step into the room.

   He’s sitting in the same armchair as before, looking better than any man has a right to while merely occupying a piece of furniture, leaving the sofa to you, so you answer him as you’re moving over to it and taking a seat.

   “Yeah. Thanks. I am curious as to how that water was already warm, though. And where these clothes came from.”

   “I suspected that you might want to clean up tomorrow at the latest, so I’ve had the boiler running ever since this morning. And I bought the clothes for someone else a while back, but she never ended up using them,” he explains, and while you’re tempted to ask about who that other person was, you decide not to.

   “There’s a boiler? Then why’s the whole castle freezing cold?”

   “Because the boiler only heats the bathwater. To heat this entire place would take a small powerplant, not to mention that there’s only electricity in certain places, let alone any built-in heaters or climate control systems.”

   “Right. Sorry,” you say, feeling stupid for not realizing that yourself.

   “There’s no need to apologize, young one. I’m sure that this is all very confusing for you, so let me try and help you make some more sense of it,” he offers, and you feel yourself squaring your shoulders, as if preparing for something.

   But nothing in this world could’ve prepared you for what you’re about to learn.

   “I promised you that I would tell you what I know of the creatures within these walls, and I will. But let me warn you: most of what you’re about to hear, you will not want to believe,” he cautions, and something about his words and his tone makes your throat go dry.

   But you just sit quietly and wait for him to continue.

   “We must start with the dragon, because he is the cause of all this,” he begins, and his voice is soft, but also cautious. “Normally, he will hunt other predators in the woods around the world, eat them, and then remain out of sight until his hunger grows once more. And if he doesn’t exert himself too much, a single meal will keep him strong for as much as three months, so he doesn’t need to hunt very often.”

   “Is that why there are rarely any predators around the seven hills?” you ask before you can stop yourself, but he doesn’t seem bothered by the interruption.

   “Yes. He likes to hunt there because of the terrain. It keeps most humans away except for the trails, which he can easily avoid, and it’s low enough over the ocean that there’s plenty of greenery to conceal him, even around the peaks.”

   “The dragon avoids humans?” you question. “Why? We’re the worst predators there are.”

   “Indeed, but you’re also intelligent pack animals, which means that you will gather and avenge your dead if possible, and that’s a risk he cannot take.”

   “So, he fears humans?”

   “No, not at all. He fears himself, and what he will do to those who provoke him.    You see, the dragon is also intelligent. Moreso than any other animal. And he’s lived for long enough to understand human behavior, for the most part. He knows what happens when he clashes with them, and the outcome is never good for either side.”

   “How do you know all this?”

   He doesn’t answer that at first. He looks away, into the dancing flames within the fireplace and then down on his own shoes for a moment. To your eyes, he looks fearful, which seems strange. Surely, he can’t have anything to fear from you.

   “When I call you young…” he begins after another few beats of silence. “It’s because I am very old in comparison. I have been a companion of this beast for longer than you can imagine.”

   You just stare at him, while his gaze remains on the floor, waiting for your judgement. For you to tell him that you don’t believe him, because why would you?    But while a part of you certainly wants this to be a joke, another part remembers the strange details you’ve seen over the course of this day.

   “The Egyptian stone tablet on your desk,” you start, and he looks up again, meeting your eyes. “It’s not a replica. Is it?”

   He stares at you with an unreadable expression for another several seconds, then he shakes his head.

   “It was all that was left after my home was destroyed.”

   “And… how long ago was that?” you quietly ask, somehow expecting him to lose his temper at any moment.

   “I don’t remember anymore.    There is not much I do remember from that time,” he admits, before closing his eyes and bowing his head slightly. “I know that I was a prince in the lands that you now call Egypt, but I have long since forgotten our name for it. I can still recall my mother’s face, but not her name or the sound of her voice.    I know that a conflict destroyed our home and that our enemy killed her, but I no longer remember the events themselves. The imagery has faded from my mind.”

   You don’t know that much about ancient Egypt, but you know that the civilization is around eight thousand years old, and you’re pretty sure that the hieroglyphs on that tablet are on the older end of that spectrum.    But he can’t possibly be that old.

   “Oberyn?” you call softly, trying to bring him back to the room because he seems to have gotten lost in his memories.

   He opens his eyes and meets yours, and there are tears in his now.

   “My apologies. I do my best to avoid these thoughts most of the time, as they only serve to remind me of my many torments,” he answers, and he sounds as tortured as his words suggest.

   “That’s alright. But what do you mean when you say that you’re the dragon’s companion? What was it doing here?”

   “His life is tethered to mine, and mine to his. That’s as much as I can say about it at this time. However, I can explain how he relates to the creatures in the basement.”

   “I’m listening,” you assure him, and his features soften somewhat, but only for a moment, before they grow tense.

   “The dragon is intelligent, but he is also a beast, and therefor, he has the instincts of one. Much like a bear, a running prey will trigger him to pursue. To hunt. Which is how he’s killed plenty of humans in his lifetime, and why he does all he can to avoid them.”

   “Oh, god… I was running after Casper. He must’ve been nearby.”

   “Yes. He was probably there the entire day, hiding and waiting for the search party to leave, because he knew that there was a bear travelling through the area.”

   “You don’t think that he was the reason for that missing person?”

   “No, I don’t. You are right to question this, though. It’s not at all an impossible scenario. But on this occasion, I believe the beast was innocent, for the simple reason that if he had killed that person, he would not have stuck around afterwards.    Where you’re concerned, I think that he originally went after the horse, but circled back to you since you’re slower and therefor an easier meal.    Like I said, he always tries to expend the least amount of energy he can, to avoid having to feed more often.”

   “Okay, but then, why am I still alive?”

   “Well, that’s the mystery. When the dragon begins to hunt something, he goes into a nearly frantic state of mind, unable to calm himself even if he wants to. Ordinarily, he will never let his prey go.    With one exception.”

   Again, his expression makes you feel like you’re not gonna like where this goes.

   “Sometimes, the initial bite seems to trigger some sort of accelerated genetic reaction within the thing being bitten. The saliva enters the blood of the prey and instead of a neutral reaction, the blood-cells attempt to bond with the foreign substance. But since that’s impossible, what happens instead is an unnatural and damaging mutation.    I keep the creatures that are the results of these reactions, because I’m trying to understand how and why they happen.”

   You do your best to keep your stomach from flipping over again, but you can’t hold back the fear that his words spark within you.

   “Are you telling me that I’m gonna end up like th-…” you can’t even finish the sentence before the horror within your being forces you to your feet.

   Suddenly your skin feels like there’s a thousand bugs crawling inside of it and you pace around the small open area in the center of the room, scratching at your arms and neck, while attempting to fight off a rapidly building panic attack.

   “No, no, please listen to me,” he begs as he rises to his feet and halts you by putting his hands over your upper arms. “If that was going to happen, it already would have. The mutation instantly begins to break down the cellular structure of the prey, leaving them deformed and unrecognizable within a few hours.    You… for some inexplicable reason, are either immune to this mutation, or your body has managed to merge seamlessly with the foreign DNA.    Either way, I cannot let you leave until I know what’s happened to you.”

   “Okay, then test me,” you blurt out, stretching your arms out towards him with the insides of your elbows angled forwards, exposing your veins. “Do whatever you need to, just tell me I’m not gonna end up like those horrible things!”

   Desperation has finally overtaken you, but instead of wanting to run away, you find yourself stepping closer to your captor, pleading without words for him to help you. Tears are suddenly pouring down your cheeks, and painful sobs constrict your chest while strange, half-strangled sounds are clawing past the lump in your throat.    You wrap your arms around him without a single thought inside your head. All you know right now is this crippling feeling, and you need it to go away.

Part 3

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