#i don't deserve such a pure and sweet creature

[elryuse]

Store owner Y/N - Regular Customer Eunbi that turns yandere when she notices other customer swooning over Y/N

NOT THE SAME.

YANDERE EUNBI X STORE OWNER Y/N

The sun kissed Y/n's sleepy face as he opened the creaky door to his beloved flower shop. A soft breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming roses, a familiar comfort that had become a part of his daily ritual. His fingers gently traced the delicate petals, a smile playing on his lips.

His flower shop, a haven of vibrant colors and fragrant blooms, was a dream realized. Yet, it was a dream that often felt solitary. Days would slip by, the soft ticking of the clock echoing in the quiet space. But then, a ray of sunshine had entered his life, a young woman named Eunbi.

With each visit, she brought a warmth that brightened his days. Her laughter, like a gentle summer rain, washed away his worries. She would share stories of her life, her dreams, her fears, and he would listen, captivated by her vulnerability. A bond, tender and pure, had blossomed between them, a friendship that felt like something more.

One day, the usual tranquility of his shop was disrupted by an influx of customers. Among them was a woman named Minju, her eyes sparkling with a captivating allure. As she wandered through the aisles, her gaze lingered on Y/n, a subtle spark igniting in her eyes.

Y/n, though initially surprised by the sudden attention, couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him. Minju was everything Eunbi wasn't: confident, vibrant, and undeniably beautiful. As he engaged in conversation with her, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement, a thrill he hadn't experienced in a long time.

Meanwhile, Eunbi's world had taken a dark turn. A traumatic event had shattered her fragile heart, leaving her feeling lost and alone. She sought solace in the familiar embrace of Y/n's flower shop. But as she approached, a scene unfolded before her eyes that sent a wave of icy dread through her veins. Y/n, her beloved friend, was laughing with another woman, their shared joy a stark contrast to the pain she carried within.

A surge of anger, a primal instinct to protect what she believed was hers, consumed her. The gentle, kind Eunbi was replaced by a creature of darkness, a yandere's heart beating wildly within her chest. A dangerous obsession had taken root, a twisted love that would consume her and Y/n alike.

Y/n watched as Eunbi approached, a peculiar gleam in her eyes. She handed him a bag, heavy with expensive gifts. Designer clothes, sleek wallets, and other lavish items filled the bag. Confusion etched itself onto Y/n's face.

"Eunbi, this is too much," he protested, his voice laced with concern. "You shouldn't have."

Eunbi, however, seemed oblivious to his discomfort. "You deserve it, Y/n," she insisted, her voice low and seductive. "You deserve the best, not that...other woman."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat. How did she know about Minju? A chill ran down his spine as he realized the extent of Eunbi's obsession. Her once gentle eyes now held a possessive glint, a darkness that frightened him.

"You don't understand," he tried to explain, his voice barely a whisper. "I...I don't feel the same way."

Eunbi's smile turned into a sinister grin. "Oh, but you will," she promised, her tone laced with menace. "You'll only have eyes for me."

As the days passed, Eunbi's behavior grew increasingly erratic. She would stalk Y/n, monitoring his every move. She sent him countless messages, professing her love and threatening those who dared to come near him. Minju, the innocent object of her jealousy, became the target of her wrath.

Eunbi's obsession had spiraled out of control, a dangerous obsession that threatened to consume them both. As Y/n struggled to break free from her grasp, he realized that he was trapped in a nightmare of his own making.

Eunbi's tactics shifted. She began to dress provocatively, her once modest attire replaced by revealing clothes that hinted at a darker side. She would bat her eyes, whisper sweet nothings, and try to seduce him with her body. But Y/n, though intrigued, was resolute. He could see the desperation in her eyes, the madness lurking beneath the surface.

When her seductive charms failed, a sinister plan began to form in her mind. A plan that would ensure Y/n's love, no matter the cost.

One fateful day, Eunbi stormed into the flower shop, her eyes ablaze with a dangerous intensity. She wreaked havoc, destroying the beautiful blooms that Y/n had nurtured with such care. Her laughter, once a gentle melody, now sounded like the cackle of a witch.

Y/n, helpless and terrified, was bound and gagged. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched in horror as Eunbi turned her attention to Minju. The once vibrant woman was now a broken doll, her spirit crushed by Eunbi's cruelty.

As the sun began to set, casting long, eerie shadows, Eunbi turned her gaze back to Y/n. Her eyes, filled with a twisted love, held a promise of eternal torment. "You're mine, and mine alone," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Y/n closed his eyes, accepting his fate. He had underestimated the depths of Eunbi's obsession, and now he would pay the ultimate price.

The room was bathed in a crimson hue, the air thick with the scent of blood and decay. Eunbi, her eyes wild with a manic glee, stood over Y/n's bound form. Her laughter, a macabre symphony, echoed through the silent room.

"Look at you, Y/n," she cooed, her voice dripping with venom. "All mine, just like I always wanted."

With a chilling precision, she began her macabre work. Each cut, each tear, was a declaration of ownership. She marveled at his body, tracing the contours of his muscles, the curve of his lips. Each touch, each caress, was a twisted expression of love.

Y/n, his spirit broken, could only weep silently. His once vibrant eyes were now dull and lifeless, reflecting the horror of his situation. He was a prisoner in his own body, a puppet controlled by Eunbi's twisted desires.

As the night wore on, the room became a macabre tableau. Blood pooled on the floor, staining the once pristine tiles. Eunbi, oblivious to the carnage, continued her gruesome work, her laughter growing louder with each passing moment.

Finally, she was finished. Y/n, a shell of his former self, was bound to a chair, a grotesque masterpiece. Eunbi stood back, admiring her work. "Perfect," she whispered, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

From that day forward, Y/n was no longer his own. He was a possession, a plaything, a victim of Eunbi's twisted love. His life, a living nightmare, was forever intertwined with hers.

- The End -

[ppnuggiexxx]

-> PROLOGUE | CHAPTER ONE

•| you just wanted to buy groceries ,, though it seems you made a contract with the devil instead. strange how things happen, especially when an angel is after your life. maybe god truly has it out for you?

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it wasnt often that his creations could see such beauty. the garden, full of life and everlasting love. visions of creatures that hadn't existed until now. greenery growing from the ground, covering the area in vivid color. beings covered in soft warmth, spotting different colors and roaming free with one another. they had no names, the being unsure what to call any of them.

and then came man. the first of them, made in his own image, adam. his heavenly father had called upon a few of his previous creations to view such beauty. gabriel and satan, two of his favorites. he would have called lucifer, though said archangel was preoccupied with other angels.

" isn't it beautiful?" his father asked, smiling upon the garden. adam had started naming the different creatures, running around freely among the garden's grass as he called it. " look at them all. they live in pure harmony and love, everlasting peace." he said.

" why is he alone?" satan asked, pointing at adam scavenging for berries provided by bushes. plump and sweet, the berries filled adam's stomach. hunger was of no concept to him, yet he enjoyed the purity and sweetness the berries provided him. he thanked the bush, than his heavenly father for such a treat.

his heavenly father hadn't answered satan, thinking amongst himself. he had given the creatures all another of themselves, yet adam remained alone. it wasnt right, how the lions had more of their own, or how the elephants roamed together as one. "i shall make adam another, one of him. as any of my children, he deserves to have another to love," he said.

        gabriel to the side of his heavenly father only glared down at adam in disgust. he wasnt sure why his father decided that having man would be good. he knew father could see all, the whole future lying ahead. gabriel wondered what would happen should man be corrupted, tempted away from his heavenly father. would he look down in disgust like him?

        as the sun in the sky started to settle and the moon rose, gabriel watched as adam scurried away to hide in a burrow. how cowardly, he thought, for a creation of father to hide away from darkness. how man could never see the everlasting light of heaven. maybe man would never see the beauty of heaven. there was no green or vivid flowers. there were no animals, no towering beings other than his heavenly father and the archangels themselves.

        this garden of eden only reminded gabriel of hell. the wretched place itself only soured his mood more.

        " i'll protect mankind," satan spoke. " i'll protect adam and eve. i'll protect garden of eden, father." the large being beside them, taller than that of a mountain, only smiled down at satan. compared to adam and eve, his heavenly father was enormous. satan and gabriel were large in size, that of what would be the chariot his heavenly father rides upon. to them, man was only a tiny creation.

        "thank you satan, but there is no need for protection. the garden is of everlasting love and purity. though, there is knowledge that they don't know of, there is no need for protection. it is their own choosing whether to continue living in purity and love, or to discover knowledge of impurities. it is their own free will," his heavenly father explained. satan only tilted his head to the side, but nonetheless nodded to father's words.

        gabriel only pondered about what father said. knowledge of impurities? would man betray father and fall to corruption? he looked to the largest tree in the garden, towering over all of the land. fruit bright and red grew from it, shining in the glow of dawn. the new man walked around the garden, naked and shaped differently than of adam.

        this must be eve that satan mentioned. what an interesting name for that of man. gabriel watched as adam and eve talked, unsure of what they were saying. he could tell that they loved each other immediately, tending to the garden together. how interesting it would be to see them crawl upon their bellies, wriggling around and limbless. would father love his creation then?

        how strange of father, to create mankind.

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        "eww, what even is this?" you grumbled out and pinched your nose, pulling a strange and wet clothe from a wooden box. minhyeok only raised an eyebrow at the object before gagging at the stench it gave.

        "im not sure why mom had that, but that is absolutely foul," you quickly put the wet clothe in the trashbag beside you, careful not to touch it with your other fingers. you continued to scrumage through the box, looking for anything of value. you werent sure why minhyeok insisted on spring cleaning today, but you were dreading him for it.

"anything over there by you?" you asked him as your eyes squinted into the box. apart from the cobwebs and spider sacks full of eggs, there wasnt much in there worth anything. or anything interesting for that matter.

minhyeok only sighed and shook his head. "i've only found a small handheld mirror worth keeping. most of the stuff here can be donated." he shrugged before leaning back on his heels. "same here, unless you want to donate spider babies," you raised a brow at the college student with a smirk. "im sure any kid who picks up this box would be thrilled!"

minhyeok only rolled his eyes, "or have a heart attack." he looked around the attic. most of it had already been cleaned out before, donating most the large furniture pieces that wouldn't be of use to either of them.

"hey, what time is it?" he asked. you shrugged your shoulders, "not sure, why?" minhyeok pulled his phone out of his back pocket, opening it up to view the time; 5:24 pm. "i gotta make dinner here soon. how about you go get us ingredients?" the boy rose to his feet, ducking his head as to not hit it on the ceiling.

you quickly stood up too, ready to get out of the attic itself. it was boring having to go through everything, not to mention how dusty everything was. "sure, it'd get me out of this mess."

"you say that like you were dragged here against your will," minhyeok replied, climbing down the ladder. "um, because i was? or do you not remember ripping the covers off of me when i was sleeping?" you remarked. you didnt here a reply from minhyeok, taking the time to look around the attic once more.

you both got a bunch of work up here done fast, but as the hours dragged on it felt like you were there for eternity. you're sure the spiders would appreciate you not ruining their webs. just as you were about to climb down the ladder, a strange paper stuck out from underneath the box you were looking through earlier.

you crouched down, lifting the box up and grabbing the slip of paper. it had intricate markings all over it, in a language unknown to you. it looked like something you'd see on a jiangshi, covering their faces in those old horror movies you'd find at a beatdown dvd shop. "are you coming?" minhyeok yelled from below.

you stuffed the slip of paper in your pocket, hurrying down the ladder before he called for you again.

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minhyeok placed a $50 bill in your hand, "make sure you just get ingredients for dinner tonight. i'll make whatever you're craving, but don't get anything else." he warned you, his pointer finger up and reprimanding you. you rolled your eyes, smiling at the boy, "dont worry. i'm not gonna bring home a cake again for dinner. i've learned my lesson from last time."

he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at you, as if to say 'really?' "okay okay, i promise i wont," you sighed, "though it would be good for dessert." you murmured under your breath. "what was that?" minhyeok raised an eyebrow at you.

"nothing! im going now, ill be back soon." you waved him goodbye and quickly left, not staying any longer to face what wrath he may have. the last time you brought a cake home for dinner he was outraged and scolded you for a long time. he even went over all the lack of nutrition it would provide and how you need more than just fat and 500 calories. you still wondered how even remembered all the nutrition facts a human being needs.

the sun was starting to set, painting the neighborhood a beautiful gradient of orange to pink. the air was warm but moist, birds chirping softly and flying around. the clouds were streaked across the sky, painting the whole world as though it came from a renaissance painting.

you turned the corner and walked into the small market. memories from when you were younger came to your mind. when your parents had died, minhyeok's were more than happy to take you into their family. most of your own family wasnt alive. your parents were single-children, having no siblings. their parents had died and you had no idea if you had any cousins.

though despite what happened, minhyeok's parents gave you a wonderful childhood. growing up with them allowed you to still have a somewhat normal childhood despite the tragedy of your parents.

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"thank you!" the lady at the register said as you walked out the door. hopefully minhyeok was okay with having chicken alfredo. after all, there wasnt a whole lot you could get from $50 at the store, even the one cheapest and closest to the house.

even thinking about food alone had you hungry, your stomach already grumbling from how empty it was. it seemed working around in the attic took more energy from you than you had thought.

the sky had turned black, the stars appearing softly in the sky. if you squinted your eyes hard enough you could've made out the big dipper, maybe find the north star if you paid enough attention. though you didnt think you'd spent that much time in the store.

the streetlights weren't on yet either, making the road quite dark and hard to see without any source of light. pulling out your phone and turning the flashlight on, you followed the sidewalk and tried to navigate your way back. it was strange, how often you'd come at night and know the way home like the back of your hand. but all the sudden, it was like you had been here for the first time ever.

your skin was cold, goosebumps forming as you looked around. nothing felt familiar, rather everything was foreign to you. you couldn't recollect where to to turn or how far along the sidewalk to go.

"how unfortunate for you." a voice murmured, making you whip your head around. there was no one standing there, yet it sounded as though it came from right behind you. as though someone had whispered it into your left ear.

"hello?" you called, eyebrows knitting together in confusion yet your heart race increased slightly to the paranoia. were you lost? was someone following you?

"be not afraid, child of our heavenly father. thou hast sought protection, and protection has cometh to thee." the voice said as one streetlight turned on. there was no one underneath it, but it showed how foggy the area had become. the fog was so thick you werent able to see any buildings in sight, not even a shadow or two casted upon or from them.

"be not afraid, for i am one of our heavenly father's servants. i shall provide thou light, as thou see fit. i shall provide protection, as thou shall see fit. i shall provide guidance to thee."

you werent sure what it meant, or what exactly it was saying. something about its tone made you uneasy, your feeling of hunger gone and your blood pumping through your veins. something about the whole situation made you feel weird, your gut telling you to run yet your brain was confused. mixed signals were sent all about your body, confusion evident in your legs as to run or not.

"follow my voice, child of our heavenly father. for i am one to guide you home." something about it made you slowly walk forward, your legs ignoring the warning signals you were getting from your heart. your amygdala was telling you to run, yet your legs continued walking towards the voice unwillingly.

it was like your body wasnt even yours anymore, rather you were a vessel within it.

"yes, come to me my child. for i shall provide what you seek most." it whispered, though this time it was as though it was said in both your ears at different times. like someone said it in your right ear first than repeated it in your left. echoing amongst the street itself, it remained softly as though it was spoken in a cave.

"come closer to me, innocent lamb of mine. fear not of me, for thou hast no need." the voice sounded closer this time, almost embracing you. until a harsh grunt came from it, and soon the fog cleared from your vision.

lied in front of you, wings long and covering the whole street itself, covered in white stained with red was a humanoid figure. their head was bent down, gasping for air as their hands held onto their stomach. behind them stood another being, dressed in white and eyes narrowing at the one on the ground.

"disgusting how you call yourself a servant of god yet destroy his creations." the person sneered. they had a saint peter's cross in their eyes and on their forehead.

their eyes flickered from the one beneath them and towards you, widening upon seeing your form. as though a wave of recognition had hit them, they quickly ran towards you. your body was stuck in place, unable to run anywhere or turn your head away.

"is it really you?" they whispered, dropping the scythe in their hand. it was long and red, yet dripping of a red substance. their hands hovered over your cheeks, yet not touching them before the being dropped to their knees. "child of solomon, his wisest and greatest, i have found you at last."

the being started to laugh, almost crying at the same time. "child of solomon, how happy i am to see you. the key to all success and to hell's future!" they praised, grabbing at your shoes and staring up at your face. "please, child of solomon! theres no time! i need a contract with you, please!" they pleaded.

"gabriel will rise again soon! he can only be stopped for so long! please! make a contract with me, child of solomon, and i shall protect you from him!" they pleaded, hands moving from your shoes to your legs as they nuzzled their face into your stomach.

just as they had said, the being called gabriel had started to breath again without gasping. white scythe beside him, he grabbed at it and started to stand. his wings flexed themselves out and stared at you with fury in his eye.

"fine! fine!" you yelled, taking the person's head in your hands. "how do i make a contract?" the person smiled widely, "you draw a pentagram on my tongue, and i shall receive the strength needed to protect you." he said before opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out.

you wondered if it was a trick, yet it seemed as though gabriel wasnt going to wait around forever. he was already raising his scythe and stumbling over to where you stood. quickly, you made a messy pentagram with your pointer finger on their tongue. the lines started to glow white on their tongue until the full pentagram was painted.

bright light seemed to cover you both, as their body shook and their eyes rolled to the back of their head. their eyes glowed white as they smiled widely. soon the light dissipated and the being before you jumped to their feet. they grabbed the red scythe beside you and rushed at gabriel.

you looked away from the fight, bright white clashing against red as yells and grunts from gabriel rung throughout the air until their was no more sound.

you looked back, only to find that gabriel was no longer there and the being left stood heaving. a burning pain etched into the palm of your left hand. a sigil displayed itself, a pentagram; the mark of satan. your eyes looked back to the person, before asking, "who are you?"

"i am satan, embodiment of wrath one of the seven kings of hell." he smiled, eyes returning to red with black saint peter's crosses for pupils. "there's no time to explain, come to hell with me! i will explain everything there, but hell needs you, child of solomon!" he held out his hand for you to take.

[breelandwalker]

So a small moment of joy from this weekend -

Friend of ours calls up, asks us if Husband and I can look in on her dogs while she's away overnight with her girlfriend. (This is a semi-regular occurrence, we live close and have swapped keys for pet care purposes.) Sure no problem, Husband drives us over Friday night to meet and greet, since we haven't met the new girlfriend yet and her doggo will also be there.

What Husband DOESN'T tell me is that Friend's Girlfriend's doggo....is a corgi.

Now, at this juncture, it's important for you, dear reader, to understand something about me.

I FUCKING LOVE CORGIS.

You know that gif of Kristin Bell sobbing on television because she's going to meet a sloth? That's my dumb ass with every corgi ever.

So I walk in the door and see my precious pittie-mix goddogs....AND A FUCKING CORGI.

I make a Noise and promptly forget that I have any goddamn knees.

Husband and Friend proceed to cackle while I fuss over this precious baby, this fluffy angel, this darling creature of all time, too pure and precious for this world, twerking her fuzzy little hamhocks with glee at being petted, your honor her name is REPTAR and i would die for her.

Eventually I come to my senses enough to carry on a conversation. Friend's New Girlfriend is an absolute darling, we have a lovely chat, and at some point as I'm sitting on the couch, Sweet Corgi Babydog jumps up and lays her head in my lap.

I ascend to a higher plane and begin to weep with divine ecstasy.

(And then turn to Husband to tell him to shut up bc he's laughing again and calling me a dork in the most loving way possible.)

At some point, he suggests we go home and have dinner. I tell him to shut his filthy blaspheming mouth, I live here now, I am the servant of the fat furry kielbasa on my lap. Doggo is eventually bribed to get down and we leave.

And then we have the Best Weekend Ever romping around with these three doggos and I am once more rewarded with corgi cuddles. (And also a working-dog lapflop from my goddog The Bonafide Boneless Chicken Wing bc apparently my anxiety was high and my blood sugar was low. He is a Very Good Boy.)

I don't know what we as a species did to deserve domestic creatures but it must've been massive.

[s-awturn]

Moon Spell || CS55

summary: They were fated to love someone they hated. There was no spell, no grudge, no curse that could break the bond that united them, doomed to die in the feelings they fiercely nurtured. The Moon had determined it and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

“These violent pleasures have violent ends, and die in their triumph, like fire and gunpowder, which, when they kiss, consume each other. The sweetest honey is disgusting in its own sweetness, and its taste confuses the palate.”

cw: Violence, conflict, soulmates, blood, magic, alternate universe, obscenity, pure filth, chaos, fighting, swearing, intense hatred, love, mention of death, blood.

a/n: I'm excited about this story because I love werewolves and witches so I can't stop reading it. This will be the last one posted until I update Underworld Sun, because I've been owing this update for a few days.

starring: werewolf!Carlos x witch!Fem reader

1. we were born to die;

Part Two: Monsters

One misstep, you're mine And you better stay clever if you wanna survive

Her breath caught in her chest as she saw the massive beast emerging from the bushes, its fangs as big as the blade of her dagger, its eyes gleaming like molten gold and stared at him with nothing but murderous fury. Being the first night of the full moon, Y/N could feel the deep magic of lycanthropy within him, vibrating the beast's solid muscles and teasing his senses, making it tastier prey than any animal in the forest.

It was a bad day to be with your magic so weak.

The werewolf began to surround her and Y/N did the same, she couldn't give him a chance to attack from behind, dying wasn't in her plans. Whether from angry villagers or from that hungry werewolf. Her eyes remained glued to the massive creature in front of her, she couldn't take her eyes off the wolf's dangerous fangs; her fingers pressed the dagger and she took a deep breath, asking for wisdom and strength to get out of that situation.

“I’m not going to die tonight, beast, so I hope you don’t mind when I use your fur as a blanket,” she said. Y/N knew how to poke a mindless beast with twice her strength and huge teeth were dangerous, but she had never been a sensible witch, and now was not the time to start being one.

The moon shone even brighter in the sky and an ancient shiver ran down her spine. At that moment, the wind carried whispers in an ancient voice to her. Whispers that she didn't like to hear and Before she could think, her magic core was gone and her body lost its strength. She fainted, dropping her dagger, dropping her bag; the black kitten purred, ignoring the werewolf standing there, much more concerned about his owner. Spix pressed his feline snout to the witch's face, waiting for her to wake up.

Trapped in her subconscious, Y/N looked around, recognizing the tiny kitchen of the cottage she shared with her parents, the smell of her mother's familiar herbal tea made the girl whimper. She missed her mother so much, her advice and love, and that smell made things less unbearable to deal with.

She heard light, rhythmic footsteps and saw her mother enter the room, wearing the raw cotton dress and white stone necklace, so characteristic that they made her eyes burn.

“Would you like some tea, dear? You look hungry,” she heard her mother say. “The rye bread is fresh, have a piece, will you?”

"Mommy?” She spoke softly, approaching fearfully and touching the woman's face, and when she felt the soft texture of the older woman's cheek, Y/N finally gave in to tears. “I missed you, mommy!”

The older one hugged her before Y/N fell to her knees on the floor, the younger witch felt herself being dragged to a chair.

“I missed you too my little sunshine, don't cry anymore, your dad and I are fine, glad you're safe”

“This is so unfair, you didn't deserve to die like this, I w-wanted to help...” she sobbed, her face hidden in her mother's shoulder.

“Shhhh it's okay, there's nothing you could do dear, and I honestly don't regret saving your life, I didn't give birth to you to watch you die, dear, stop crying over things that are beyond your reach,” she said, making the girl look at her and wiped her tears. “Let's not waste this precious time we have with complaints and tears, I need to tell you something... Something important that will change your future”

The young witch's still tearful face contorted in confusion and she saw her mother smile, stroking her damp cheeks.

“W-what do you mean?”

Y/N saw her mother sigh loudly “After tonight, nothing will be the same, my love, it's time to stop the killing between our people and the lycanthropes”

“M-Me?” she laughed in disbelief “I can barely keep my magic core stable, how can I stop something that has been going on for centuries?!”

“You young people are so impatient, let me explain, we don’t have much time, so be quiet,” her mother scolded. “There are few things in the world that are truly unbreakable, the bond of partnership between a werewolf and his destined one is one of those things and you are on the other end of the cord, my dear.”

S/N stood up, her mother couldn't be serious, it could only be a joke in bad taste.

“I can’t mate with a werewolf! I’m a witch.”

“But you are, and that will change the history of our people, S/N,” the older witch said seriously. “We are being persecuted and killed by madmen who use the name of God to justify their sins” She paused for a few seconds, reinforcing her speech “We cannot protect ourselves on both fronts, my little sun, we need to choose our battles and it is time to stop fighting with the wolves”

“But why me?! I’m not the best option to negotiate peace in a thousand-year-old war!”

“But you will, I can't give you any more details, I know you will do the right thing, just follow your heart, it always knows the right direction” the woman said, getting up to get some tea.

“Then I will have to kill him, because that is where my heart is going.”

Y/N grumbled in disbelief. As if her life wasn't already busy enough.

“Don’t be petulant, girl, and accept the goddess’s designs, she knows what she’s doing and I know you’ll be happy.”

Y/N sighed, feeling like she was waking up, so her time with her mother was close to ending.

“I don’t want to say goodbye, take me with you”

“I would never do that to you, my love... You have a beautiful life ahead of you and I know you will be happy, trust me, okay?”

The little witch sniffed and nodded.

“You are never alone, and live your life the best way you can, your father and I love you, dear.” Y/N felt a kiss on her forehead and saw everything fade before her eyes.

— ☽ —

The werewolf watched the witch fall to the ground unconscious. It was a strange thing, because he hadn't even intended to attack her—yet. In other times he would have taken advantage and satisfied his hunger, but his instincts told him otherwise. The werewolf approached slowly, but stopped when he saw the cat bristle and growl in his direction. That cat was a totem linked to the unconscious witch, and if he tried to attack her, he would probably have to deal with that stupid cat.

The wolf licked his teeth, he couldn't kill the witch, but he couldn't retreat either, his paws kept moving forward even though the cat was ready to scratch his snout. The moon grew brighter and a bit of rationality came to the werewolf's mind, the creature poked the witch's cheek, receiving no response.

As delicately as he could, he gathered the belongings that had fallen out of the bag with his nose and teeth and thought of a way to put it on his back. The cat watched the whole process and He gave a meow that, to the werewolf's ears, sounded like mockery, and before he could grab the kitten, the werewolf saw the cat digging in the ground near the witch and understood what the little animal wanted. Within minutes a large hole next to the witch's unconscious body was opened, the werewolf entered the hole and pulled the witch by the cape with his teeth, making her fall onto her back. With the girl unconscious, the wolf jumped until he was out of the hole, being careful not to knock her over and shouted carefully, being closely followed by the black cat, the moonlight flickered slightly before hiding behind a cloud.

The werewolf kept his pace short until he reached his small village, only children, some pregnant women and elderly people were present, all the rest spread out into the forest to hunt and give in to instincts. He entered the furthest cabin from the village, and laid the witch on the bed, she remained unconscious and he left, leaving the cat at the door. He wasn't happy about having a witch so close to his people, but his instincts screamed to catch her and keep her close.

He left the unconscious witch there and ran back into the woods, he needed to eat and he needed to stay away from her, or he would end up killing the girl and something in his bones told him to keep her alive.

— ☽ —

The sun was rising when she finally woke up. She knew that experiences like this were possible, but she never expected to experience one in person. Y/N she felt the fluffy weight on her abdomen and ran her fingers through Spix's silky fur, the kitten purred, rubbing his little face against her hand, clearly relieved that she had woken up; Y/N blinked slowly, catching glimpses of a wooden and straw roof above her, only to snap up, she was no longer in the forest, she was in an unfamiliar cabin. Alone with her cat.

She looked around, finding her things thrown in a corner, stained with diluted blood.

“By the grace of the Goddess, what happened last night?” she muttered to herself, looking at her things, the candles were broken, but the rest seemed intact thankfully. None of her grimoires had been lost. Little by little, memories of last night came back to her mind, the escape from her home, the search for shelter in the woods, the werewolf in her path and the strange conversation with her mother... Y/N rubbed the back of her neck, feeling strangely tired, even though she slept through the night. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was, but nothing gave away who the cabin belonged to or who had brought her there. but if Spix was cool with it, it must be a good sign.

She avoided thinking as much as she could about the conversation with her mother as she rummaged through her belongings in the cabin, she could never be a werewolf's mate. They had been enemy races for so many years that she didn't even know the reason for the enmity, and she didn't even mention that her insides were turning over at the idea, no, her mother was delirious. She was sure of it.

She found some still-good bread and a canteen of beer, it wasn't the best breakfast, but she was starving and couldn't afford to refuse food; S/N devoured the bread in three bites and She downed her beer in one gulp. Maybe now she could leave, pretending her mother hadn't said anything as absurd as that. It would never work, she was a witch, that bond was unnatural, it couldn't happen.

Quickly, she gathered her things and picked up Spix, but the cat jumped off her lap and remained on the bed.

“Let’s go, Spix, we don’t know whose house this is, we’re not going to stay to find out” she said as she reached out her hands to grab the feline, but Spix jumped away, making Y/N frown in confusion. “Now, don’t be like that, Spix! I know this bed is comfortable, but we’re not staying here! It’s dangerous!”

The kitten meowed in protest and Y/N asked the heavens for patience, or she would take the cat by the tail. “Come on Spix, I'm in charge!”

She couldn't be ignored any more than that, the black cat raised his own magic and became invisible, making Y/N curse. Y/N felt around on the bed, finding the cat among the woolen blankets and before it could get loose, she put it in the leather bag and ran out of the cabin, she couldn't stay there, he didn't know who might arrive and he wouldn't risk himself like that and it wouldn't be a cat that would dictate her actions.

As morning arrived, Carlos breathed a sigh of relief when the beast allowed him to control his body again, he had few memories of last night, but he knew there was a girl lying in his bed, a girl who was probably his companion.

A witch.

He could feel her scent impregnated on his body, it was a cruel joke of fate, the Moon could not unite him with a witch. It was absurd that he wanted to laugh, as if his life wasn't troubled enough, he still had to deal with a damn witch in his house, a witch who was his predestined. He was on his way home when the scent of lavender and lemon reached his nose and it wasn't long before he heard quick footsteps breaking branches on the ground. Before he could understand, Carlos ran in the direction of the scent, his body transforming mid-run, he could see the witch's thick cloak fluttering in the air as she walked away; It wasn't as if the little witch could run faster than him and in a short time, Carlos was just a few meters away from her. His muscles tensed and he leapt at her, knocking her to the muddy ground until they ended up rolling down a local ravine. She screamed in fright, trying to pull away from him, but she was trapped between him and the ground.

Carlos growled, holding the witch under his body, was she leaving? How dare she?!

She began to punch and kick the wolf above her, but he growled, leaving his teeth exposed, making the smaller girl retreat as far as she could on the ground.

“Get off me, help! Help, someone help me!” she screamed, but all she heard was the birds squawking and the trees crashing against each other. The werewolf got off her and grabbed the witch's ankle, dragging her back to the cabin. "Let go of me!" she tried to kick the creature, but it sank its teeth into her skin, making her scream.

Behind them, Spix trotted along leisurely, dragging his leather bag carefully as he followed.

Carlos wondered if it was really the right thing to drag that witch back to his house, she was a witch, she could kill his entire family, he gave up.He didn't understand why the Moon had chosen a witch to be her companion, this couldn't be serious, it had to be a joke.

She kept struggling and kicking, trying to get free, which made Carlos grunt with laughter, her efforts were laughable and it was clear she didn't have enough magic to break free, otherwise he would have already been thrown against a tree.

It wasn't enough to be a witch, she was also useless.

As soon as they arrived at the cabin, Carlos let go of her ankle and walked around the house, the girl didn't need to see him naked, he transformed and picked up a pair of pants hanging on the clothesline next door, listening to her whine about the bruises on her ankle. When he came back inside, the witch was rubbing her ankle, muttering a strange chant that he didn't understand.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you had stayed here until I got back,” he said, surprising the girl, the witch screamed in fright, throwing a broken candle at him, which he dodged without any further problems.

“I have no reason to stay here!” she scolded, trying to stand, ignoring her sore ankle.

“You have nowhere to go, girl, or you wouldn’t be running through the woods in the middle of the night.” He landed a wound on the witch, who took a deep breath, trying not to think about what she had lost in such a short time.

“That’s none of your business, mutt,” she retorted rudely and Carlos clenched his jaw, irritated by the insult.

“That became my business from the moment you became my companion!”

“I AM NOT YOUR MATE!” she screamed and the rafters of the hut shook, her magic gradually returning.

Carlos looked at her even more stressed, this really shouldn't be happening, he should be connected to a wolf from his pack, following the natural course of things. But no, he was there, destined for a witch.

"You can scream all you want, little witch, you are my companion, whether you like it or not, and you will stay here.”

“Never! I’d rather die!” She marched towards him so determinedly that she didn't even groan in pain and stared at him without fear. “You'll have to tie me up!”

He tilted his head back, laughing deeply at the girl in front of him. “That’s not a problem, little witch, I’m very good with ropes.”

She screamed in anger and backed away from him, feeling her body tremble, abruptly her magical core had completely restored itself and she refused to believe that this was due to the bond with the werewolf.

“Even though I haven’t marked you yet, we’re united, little witch,” he said mockingly, “there’s no way you can leave here, because listen carefully...” he approached her, feeling the angry vibration that the witch emanated so strongly. “I don't care if our races have hated each other for centuries, I don't care if you want to disembowel me now, the Moon has decided that you would be mine, and that's what you are from now on, so don't even think about running away from me, witch, because I'll hunt you down to the end of the world”

Neither of them even realized that they were inches away from each other, Carlos only noticed when the scent of lavender and lemon disoriented his senses.

“There’s no point in running away, you’re mine now and you’re going to stay here”

“I don’t belong to anyone! Much less to a mutt like you!”

In one quick movement, Carlos wrapped his arms around the witch's throat and they both fell onto the bed.

“Don’t call me a mutt, you filthy little witch.”

He felt her swallow hard and take a deep breath, struggling to get away from him, but Carlos pressed harder on the girl's throat, seeing her choke a little, but that didn't last long, because he was thrown against the wall, knocking over some shelves.

“I’ll kill you!” they shouted together.

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[review-anon]

Hajime you for Jason kicking Nikei in the crotch area!

So you think its funny to just kick my best friend in the crotch like that?

Heh well you have another thing coming as thanks to Emma and her being in horror films all the time, I'm not scared of you!

*Jason raises his machette up in defence*

*Hajime then starts to pummell Jason with a rapid series of punches*

Wow...that slasher sure can take a lot of punishment.

Generally they do to justify why if the victims fight back, they don't go down easily. Jason being undead doesn't help here.

Well seeing as that monster tried flirting with Akamatsu earlier I say this counts as sweet karma for him.

By the way Nikei, are you okay? I and the other Voids haven't seen you for a week so what happened.

DON'T. GO. THERE.

I had to endure a week of pure hell thanks to what Akamatsu did to me. And I WILL get my revenge on her.

Look I'm sure what happened isn't nearly bad enough to warrant this reaction so what did she do to you?

Me and Saihara got captured by some tentacle monster and Akamatsu managed to find us. She decided to save her boyfriend but left me at the mercy of that thing, who forced me to watch 100 seasons of Pupa while spanking me in the process.

100 times you have to watch Pupa? That's...quite bad actually.

But still maybe she didn't have a choice when she found you and Saihara, and she was always gonna prioritise someone who she has a emotional connection over. You know how close Akamatsu and Saihara are.

No she did have a choice. The creature told her it could release only one of us and she didn't even hesitate for a second when choosing Saihara. And then she went to claim I deserve this for how I behaved towards her.

I didn't even ask her that invasive of questions and haven't done anything to annoy her so what gives?

Maybe you should talk it out with Akamatsu? She was in a stressful situation and her boyfriend was targeted as well. Besides I'm sure she's had time to figure out what to say to you.

She better get on her knees and beg for forgiveness when I next see her or else-

*Suddenly Jason can be seen flying past Nikei and Emma*

Woah! He's out cold, did you manage to defeat him Hajime?

It wasn't easy...that guy has a lot of stamina but it seems like he's down for now.

Well at least one thing has gone right for me today.

[alihightowers]

Hi.

-What made you ship rhaenicent?

-is Alicent your fav hotd character?why?

-Are you team green or team black or none?

-is there any character you hate in hotd?why?

-shipping aside, do you think Rhaenyra deserves Alicent?

-who's your favorite targtower child?why?

-your fav hotd episode?why?

-if you could be a hotd character,which one would you be?why?

(Only If you want to answer.no pressure)

this took me forever oopsie, I'm sorry, but here ya go! :)

-What made you ship rhaenicent?  

how long do we have...lol, but honestly, in short, it was the tragedy of their relationship that hooked me. It's quite heart breaking to see such an innocent, pure love decay over time. They were doomed from the beginning, they just didn’t know it at the time, and as the fallout progressed, they really had no time to properly process that heavy loss. Then to have to spend the next ~10 years living in the same place, haunting each other while existing worlds away is just...it's a constant reminder of a past they can never recover, of everything that was lost, but never truly buried, staring back at them whenever they crossed paths. And still, through everything, there’s that underlying desire/need to reconnect. It's a delicious kind of pain to pour fuel on that love and watch it burn, but still want to reach for it. Plus, the palpable tension and insane chemistry really seals the deal. 

-is Alicent your fav hotd character?why? 

she is! My girl has never known a moment of peace since she was like 14 and I think she’s extremely misunderstood, which just makes me love her more. She’s constantly surrounded by people, yet she’s always alone. Everything she does stems back to love, but she has a difficult time expressing it. She's been forced into situation after situation she has no control over but somehow still manages to be resilient despite the struggles. She’s a flawed character, imperfect and troubled, but she’s just trying her best and that’s something I find relatable.  She's also intelligent af and ruled the kingdom while her deadbeat poor excuse of a husband slowly rotted into compost.

-Are you team green or team black or none? 

team green babiiieee.

-is there any character you hate in hotd?why? 

viserys and daemon are tied for first. Simply put, they're entitled wife killers and child groomers with god complexes.  makes my skin crawl. I also don't like otto for obv reasons.

-shipping aside, do you think Rhaenyra deserves Alicent? 

no I don’t.

-who's your favorite targtower child?why? 

helaena. My sweet, summer child dreamer who’s never done anything wrong in her whole entire life. She’s the innocent in this story, always tucked away in her own little world and she deserved so much better than what she got. I just love her lol. 

-your fav hotd episode?why? 

probably driftmark because that’s the first time we see Alicent crack and unleash years of pent up hurt and rage on behalf of her children. It’s such a poignant moment for her, her fears personified in the realization of how little both she and her children truly mean and how easily they could be killed. Also olivia’s performance is just captivating. 

-if you could be a hotd character,which one would you be?why? 

sunfyre bc I would be the most gorgeous LOL. Jk, probably helaena I guess. I'm pretty soft spoken and keep to myself. I also enjoy dreaming and am v fond of nature/creatures.  

[hesadollx]

"You're the kind of guy the ladies want." - Marie

Ken flashed her a grin. It was sweet, he was sort of aware of it as a reality, but he also knew that if they knew everything there was to know about him that it was not true. No lady wanted a man so wrapped up in his debts that he had to hurt others to carry it out. Most of the time Ken didn't even allow himself to remember those events. Blacking out from either booze or drugs or pure will-power; he was a gentle creature, and having to get his hands dirty was not something he liked doing or felt good about. He knew there was no one in his life that would understand the deep shit he was in and how suffocating it felt because there was no way out. No way away from Lotso that didn't hurt every single person he cared about in the process.

But that wasn't even what was important right now. What was in front of him was, and all he saw was Marie, the starlet that shined brighter than the North Star and her giving him a compliment he did not fully deserve. "Thanks," he said with a giggle, placing his careful and fragile mask back on as he focused on charming rather than lying. "I hope that applies to the woman I do want. Not that all woman aren't beautiful and meant to be kept close and cherished to the heavens, but....it's nice when the woman I'm looking at is into what I got." He looked her in the eyes and winked. "Don't be mistaken though. The guys and the girls are already lining up for you. I can't blame them, either." @catscratchfevcr

[rapmunstar]

whenever I complain about being cold, my dog jumps onto my bed and snuggles next to me to help warm me up and if that isn’t real love idk what is

[pacifymebby]

the peaky boys with their own personal nurse/cheerleader that can handle violence but doesn't fight themselves just patches them up and tell them how good they did with a smile on their face

Loved this idea thank u for sending it in anon ❤️❤️❤️

Tommy

🌿 Not used to having a woman encourage him to violence? The first time he hears you say it "You are gonna kill em aren't you Tommy?" the "Aye love, I am gonna kill him..." he breathes, is almost incredulous. And when you say "Good," with a satisfied little smile his lips actually part and he's speechless.

🌿 He always discourages you "Shouldn't wish violence upon others angel, it goes against god..." but secretly he enjoys hearing you mumble "Fuck god," likes the way you cross your arms defiantly. "Atta girl,"

🌿 But he does always question you, he can't understand how a delicate creature like yourself could be so impressed by the violent things he does

🌿 You are though, it turns you on, being with a dangerous man, makes you feel dangerous yourself.

🌿You did once ask him to teach you how to shoot but before the sentence had fully left your lips he'd covered your mouth with his hand.

🌿"no, fuckin no... Don't you dare finish that sentence and don't you ever ask me again..."

🌿You could tell from his sharp tone and the knife like look in his eyes that you would regret defying him, so you accepted your place beside him, cheering him on but never committing an act of violence yourself.

🌿And over time Tommy grows to appreciate your violent streak, the way you never beg him to spare someone, the way you never cry when he says he has to go away... You're never scared he won't come back because you have complete faith in him.

🌿 And he especially appreciates that your fearlessness means that no matter what state he comes back to you in, you're always ready to stitch and patch him up. The sight of his blood doesn't make you feel faint or sick.

🌿"Bloods just evidence you put up a good fuckin fight," "Aye angel, reckon i did..." "That means you won doesn't it," he likes the devilish little smile which tugs on your lips whenever you find out the details of a fight.

🌿 But Tommys still Tommy so he doesn't share all the details with you.

🌿And if he didnt "win" and hes come back to you pissed off and all bloodied up you still patch him up with a smile on your face, telling him next time will be different, next time they wont be so lucky.

🌿He likes having someone believe in him so completely but he worries that one day he'll let you down.

Alfie

🐻 Isn't going to tell you about what happened, is going to tease you about the fact youre so interested.

🐻 "now what youve got me wondering here y/n, is... Right... Is why someone like you ey... Someone who's good and sweet and... Pure" "Not pure," "yeah alright alright sweetheart... Not exactly pure.. But still good right... why would someone as sweet as you want to know about somet as rotten and bad as all that..."

🐻 Enjoys the fuss you make over him, likes that youre his personal nurse, definitely pretends it doesnt hurt as much as it really does, but definitely always pretends hes youve missed somewhere you havent just to keep you there a little longer...

🐻 "well hang on a minute sweetheart what about here right? Whst about here?" pointing to his cheek, or his crotch...

🐻 But he's done so well and you think he deserves rewarding for all his hard work, even if he is a bad bad man.

🐻 A lot of these patching up sessions become intimate... You trailing your hand down his chest, past his now packed up wounds, to his trousers, nimble fingers unbuttoning and slipping inside.

🐻 All the more passionate if the trouble had anything to do with you...

🐻 Youre always telling him how proud of him you are and he loves to hear you say things like "My Alfies so strong and mean, he can do anything he likes..."

🐻 "Is that right sweetheart is that right... What if what i like... Is you?" hands on your hips pulling you back towards him.

🐻 Hes your big strong teddy bear who's mean to everyone but you and you know youre always safe with him, because he always wins a fight, one way or another he'll never lose.

Arthur

🍂 Doesnt need encouraging really does he...

🍂 For so long he was terrified of you seeing him be violent, he'd hold himself back in front of you for fear you'd be disgusted by the 'monster' he felt like he became.

🍂 But one day youre with him down the Garrison and a fight breaks out. You can see Arthur desperately trying to withold his animalistic instincts...

🍂 So you squeeze his hand, stand on your tiptoes and whisper in his ear

🍂 "Don't hold back on my account Arthur Shelby, know you want to kill him... This is your fuckin garrison eh?"

🍂 So he lets loose and he does exactly as he wants to... Restores peace in the most violent of ways and you'd be lying if you said it didn't excite you just a little seeing how formidable and fierce your man can be

🍂 But when he comes down from the adrenaline, he feels that familiar shame again, the guilt of what he's done, questioning whether he really is just a good for nothing animal. He tries to get away from you, out of your sight because hes so ashamed but you rush to him

🍂 "Arthur Shelby where do ye think youre going?!" you grab him by the shirt collar and before you do anything else you plant a passionate kiss on his mouth, holding onto him like your life depends on it.

🍂 "Did so fuckin good arthur, bastard had it coming, you did so fuckin good."

🍂 Patching him up involves struggling to keep your hands off him, taking his face in your hands, deep kisses.

🍂Fucking him slowly to calm him down

John

🌼 You've been patching john up after scrapes and tumbles since you were both just kids so you're both used to the routine by now.

🌼Even if the injuries are somewhat more serious now... You were never one to squirm at the sight of blood. Only change from your childhood is that now when John comes back with a bloody lip, he doesnt have to beg you to kiss it better.

🌼 You arent averse to violence but you do get scared when you see a fight break out... You've guns and knives to worry about, youre not kids anymore.

🌼So youre always relieved to be cleaning him up after a fight, at least youve got him there with you to clean up.

🌼 You get worried one day he'll bite off more than he can chew but whenever you tell him that he just makes a joke out of it... "what with this big mouth? Nah love" gnashes his teeth at you to prove the point and make you laugh.

🌼His adrenaline from the fight and your adrenaline from worrying leads to some passionate scenes once hes bandaged up.

🌼 You think hes a fucking idiot but hes your idiot and you wouldnt change things for the world.

🌼 And you always tell him youre proud of him, hes never going to let you down, youre sure of that.

🌼 Your voice has been heard on more occasions than one to be shouting from a crowd of onlookers... "come on John boy, where it fuckin hurts!"

🌼And sometimes youre the reason he decides not to hold back... "I'd throttle him for that if i were you..."

🌼So half of small heath fears youre just as wild as him...

🌼 And you might have a wild flame burning inside you, but for the most part youre a gentle soul who always takes care of her man with a smile on her face.

Bonnie

🍀You just couldnt be a fighters girl if you got upset over a bit of blood... Thats something youve had to remind Bonnie of many times

🍀Because he always expects you to wince when you see him after a fight, or get scared when you watch him in the ring, especially when hes fixing a match for tommy and hes practically letting himself get hurt.

🍀But no, youre not bothered by a bit of blood, you're a gypsy girl and youve seen worse..

🍀And you're the loudest voice yelling encouragement for him from the crowd, youre always bursting with pride for him and you wouldnt miss one of your boys fights for the whole world.

🍀 Its your voice which really gets him riled up, gives him that extra shot of adrenaline to get him through a tough fight.

🍀You always patch him up after a fight, he won't let anyone else do it. Likes how careful with him you are.

🍀 "youve got healing hands little dove,"

🍀Pretends to be more hurt than he is because he enjoys how you spoil him with affection and sympathy.

🍀The other reason youre the only one who is allowed to patch him up, is that no one quite stokes his ego like you do. Telling him how amazing he did, how proud of him you are. How good he looked up there in the ring.

🍀Aberama thinks you're daft and tells you as much "That boys got you wrapped round his little finger love..." and you know its a little true.

🍀But after awhile Bonnie will send everyone else away, leaving just the two of you alone... Because all your careful little touches and your sympathy makes him needy for his little dove.

🍀" show me how proud of your fighter you are dove..."

🍀Its different if its Peaky Fighting though, that does scare you a little. You are scared he'll get himself killed one day and you don't like Tommy Shelby, you dont trust him and you don't think Bonnie should either.

🍀It doesnt stop you giving him that encouragement though, it just sounds a little different. "You're not gonna let em get you Bon..." "Make sure you come back to me in one piece," and when he does come back to you and the injuries aren't too serious and hes definitely alright, you put your head against yours, all relieved smiles and say things like "thank you, thank you for coming back to me,"

🍀You're very proud of him/to be his and youre always reminding him that you're his girl. "My fighter boys gonna be the most famous fighter in the world,"

Isaiah

🐀You knew what you were getting yourself into dating a peaky boy so youre not shocked when he comes back to you with the odd split lip or brow.

🐀Most of the time youre there to witness the fighting anyway, you never flinch when you see him getting hurt, you never scream or make a fuss, you wouldnt want to distract him from his work

🐀Youre not a violent girl but youre supportive of your mans work and if theres peaky enemies on the streets its him you trust to get rid of them, you make no secret of that amd you tell him all the time.

🐀"Don't show em any mercy," "You show em, you don't fuck with the peaky blinders..."

🐀If Isaiah isnt worrying then you don't either, no matter how many cuts and bruises there are, unless he tells you to worry you never will. You dont know if that means youre just as reckless as him, or whether it means you just trust him completely and without question.

🐀Either way, he doesnt have to worry about scaring you and when youre patching him up he tells you he's proud of you for being such a brave/strong girl. He loves that youre fearless.

🐀He also loves knowing he wont get into trouble with you for fighting, that you'll want to know all the details.

🐀He enjoys telling you exactly whst happened, your excitement inflates his ego and he might even exagerate his own role in the fight just to impress you more.

🐀Is very cheeky to you, "Aren't you going to thank me for keeping you safe from all those bad men..." and by thank he means fuck.

🐀And youre always happy to oblige, you especially like getting down on your knees and taking him in your mouth.

Michael

☘️Between you and his mother he's sick of being fussed over actually. He rolls his eyes at the two of you and is sullen the whole time youre patching him up

☘️Mostly because his mother is going mad at him for even being involved in the kind of peaky business that gets you shot at.

☘️But youre not mad at him, youre proud of your man for making a name of himself as a blinder.

☘️When you first rush to him youre smiling, you want to know everything that happened and hear him tell you about how good he fought

☘️But one look from Polly shuts you up and wipes that smile clean off your face.

"Silly girl! Michael don't you listen to a word that child says, you don't fuckin get yourself into anymore of these bloody fights alright?" "Aye alright mum alright"

☘️But he shares a look with you, a cheeky little smirk which tells you to be patient, thst he'll tell you everything just as soon as his mothers gone.

☘️Polly doesnt leave until shes satisfied he is alright, "And don't you go putting any ideas in my sons head, no encouragement!"

☘️Youre scared of Polly Gray but not scared enough to stop you asking questions the second she leaves the room.

☘️ He tells you everything but he definitely exagerates his part in the fight and how well he did just to impress you and get you excited.

☘️Whilst hes telling you hes touching you, carressing you, trying to excite you in more ways than one. Takes you to bed and fucks you hard, taking all his frustrations out on you.

☘️Afterwards you straddle him, looking down at him, begging him to tell you again about how good he fought, how strong he is.

[always-andromeda]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write some enemies to lovers blurb with Percy Dolarhyde?? Like they hated each others guts but after Percy gets abducted and comes back to town the reader hugs him?

Sweet Pea | Percy Dolarhyde x fem!Reader

Percy Dolarhyde x fem!Reader

Word Count | 1,490

Author’s Note | hee hee, you guys are getting FED this week!! I was gonna keep this as a sweet little blurb but then I felt too many things! Oopsie!

Warnings | Percy and reader bully each other lol, just a smidge of angst and fluff, nothing I can think of!

For almost twenty long years you’d dealt with Percival Dolarhyde’s bullshit. From the second his daddy started spurting gold out of every orifice of his body, the universe decided that Percy would never grow up knowing poverty. On his own, however, he decided he’d never know a moment of good, pure silence either.

You and him developed a routine. By the time you were both twelve, Percy came to the conclusion that you gave the best reaction when he pulled on your hair. And kicked dust in your face. And threw rocks at you. And called you ugly, smelly, gross, stupid, silly, and any other easy word that could pop into his head. He tended to use a lot of the same ones since no matter how many tutors his father brought in to raise him up right, he still couldn’t read very well.

That was the first thing you’d ever teased him about.

All the money in the world and still you can’t read for nothing, Percival Dolarhyde.

That was another thing he hated. You called him Percival. Sure, it’s his full name. But you say it like he’s a toddler, running around and making a mess of everything. And on the day he gets abducted, he acts exactly like he is one. Throwing his tantrum in front of the saloon and shooting his gun off. You’re almost glad to see the new stranger in town give him a fraction of the wallop he deserves.

“Heard they’re cartin’ your sorry ass all the way out the Santa Fe tonight.” You chuckle, approaching his jail cell. “Terribly wasteful trip for those horses. They should make you walk instead.”

Percy lies on the cot in the corner, hat tipped over his head as if he was actually intending to sleep in the musty old cell. He looks up at you from underneath the brim and grimaces before rising to his feet.

“Not if my daddy has anything to say about it.” He steps the short distance between the bed and the bars, almost pressing his face against them.

You inch closer, “Your daddy doesn’t care whether you rot in here or in Santa Fe, I can assure you that. Just as long as you don’t come home, everyone will move along with their lives just fine.”

“You don’t mean that, do ya’, sweet pea?” He argues back in that deliciously low twang of his, tongue between his teeth in a teasing manner that drives you positively insane.

The stranger snaps from his own cell, obviously not humored by the back and forth, “Are you two done with your lover’s quarrel over there?”

You’re the first to glare at him and say, “Lover’s quarrel? You must really be new around here, mister.”

“Yeah, if my sweet pea had a lover, that poor sap would be getting it twice as hard as I do.”

“You shut your mouth, Dolarhyde, or I swear I’ll—”

“You’ll what? Smack me? C’mon now, I thought I wasn’t your lover?”

Percy smirks slyly and you sigh. No matter how many times he sneered at you...he never failed to infuriate you. If only you could grab him by the collar and smack him. And maybe give him a little kiss.

No. Absolutely not. Don't fill your head with that load of bull.

“Enjoy your stay in Santa Fe, Percival.” You give him one last smile with pursed lips, entirely sure that this is the last time you’ll get to see his sniveling, beautiful face.

Then he got himself abducted. Those horrifying creatures descended from the sky and snatched him away. It's a fate that you’d been praying upon him for practically your whole life. And instead of being grateful for this blessing, you’d kill to have the Percy from your childhood throwing pebbles and kicking up dust and doing his best to irritate you. Because at least he would still be there, vying for your attention.

Against your better judgment, you worried about him. You never wanted the last time you saw him to be him screaming.

If anyone was going to drag his sorry ass out of the mess he was in, it would be you. You kicked up a fuss, demanding that Woodrow Dolarhyde let you join the ragtag posse who would attempt to save those who'd been abducted. Though he'd been confused at how committed you were to finding his drunkard of a son, he let it be. They needed as much help as they could get. And, frankly, he didn't care what guilty conscience was fueling your ferocity. As long as you wanted Percy to be safe and sound, that was enough of a common goal to consider you an ally.

Once it's all said and done and the adrenaline fades, one person is on your mind. 

"Percy?" You search the crowd desperately for his stupid face, convincing yourself that it's because you'll give him that smack across the cheek that he's always deserved. You'd helped kill a handful of aliens now. Giving Percy a taste of his own medicine was nothing compared to the hell that you'd been through almost losing your life for him.

But that idea is gone with the wind as soon as you spot him, eyes wide and darting from person to person. For a second, you smile, thinking he must be looking for you.

"Percival!" you run to him like you never have before and throw yourself into his arms. You smile when you feel him wrap around you. His hand his hesitant, but ultimately rests on your head and holds you to him. The affection is unnatural, you’re well aware. But it's there. And since Percy has always hated you, it's more than enough.

“You really have a habit of getting yourself into trouble, huh?” You ask him, trying not to get too misty eyed as you pull away, “Just let me get a good look at you.”

Woodrow Dolarhyde appears beside you and rests a solemn palm on your upper arm. Percy got all of his cockiness from his father, but in that moment, Woodrow shows none of the loathed trait.

He simply clears his throat and says carefully, “He’s still a bit…shaken up.”

“Shaken up?” You glance back and forth between the men, waiting for their awkward silence to manifest into a satisfactory answer until Percy finally pipes in.

“Who are you?”

You tense up more than you want to. “That’s not funny. Don’t you dare start with me.��

“Kid. He doesn’t remember…anything.”

"No, no, no. You can't forget," with your hands on his shoulders, you stare into his eyes, searching for some reluctant recognition of your existence. "You despise me. I'm the only one who calls you Percival because I know how much it upsets you. And I'm terrible because I love upsetting you. But you love making my life hell too so it all evens out."

"It sounds like..." Percy trails off, gazing off someplace in the middle distance before refocusing his attention to you, "Why would you want to remember me?"

The question takes you off guard. At every twist and turn, Percy was there to make sure that you were miserable. Teasing you with that silly little name because it made you blush every time. He probably had no clue why it got you so. Was probably painfully unaware of how badly you wanted to hear him say it with just a hint of care in his tone. Sweet pea. He taunted you with the name; held it above your head like a child with a toy you so desperately wanted. Why would you want to remember how he was?

"Because— because I don't know who I'd be without you." The choked sob you let out makes you suddenly self conscious. Woodrow already looks uncomfortable watching the scene play out. So you turn, wiping the stray tear off of your cheek with a knuckle. As soon as you step away, Percy's hesitant voice utters something that makes you freeze. 

"Sweet pea?"

You wonder if you'd just hallucinated it. Your lovesick mind was playing a trick on you just to cope with the obliterating reality that you'd done all you had for nothing. Then he repeats it. Like he's finally sure of the sound. Like he knows that name belongs to you.

Within seconds, you're back in his arms. But this time, it's Percival Dolarhyde holding you like he's afraid to let go. You seem to anchor him to the ground. Arms tightening around his nervous frame, you return the warm embrace. No alien is ever gonna snatch your Percival away ever again.

"I don't remember you. Not exactly. But I remember that." His voice shakes with a vulnerability you're not used to from him, "You're my sweet pea."

With your thumb caressing over his dirty cheek, you look into his muddled green eyes and smile wistfully, "That's good enough for now."

[spiritualbambi]

pick a card: future partner's feelings for you channelled into messages

pile 1 -> pile 2 pile 3 -> pile 4

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MASTERLIST

MY KOFI

INSTRUCTIONS: breath in, breath out and choose whatever picture that draws you in the most!

NOTE: it’s completely fine if you are attracted to more than one pile - the universe probably wants you to see some other messages. this is also general reading, not everything may resonate! enjoy!

PILE 1

"she is the light of my life. she is everything that i'm left with in this damned world. she is truth, she is justice, she is hope; my hope to do better, to love better."

"she motivates me to love the world more, to appreciate the little things, even the ones i hate. but i just want to love her more, i just want to love her more..."

"she is the world. she is my god. she is my religion. i look into her eyes, she smiles brightly. she doesn't know that now, in my mind, i'm kneeling in front of her, praying for her love. and i pray, i pray everyday for my god not to abandon me."

"her heart is pure, and i'm afraid to taint it. i'm afraid the world will taint it. i just want to protect her, protect from all the evils. just let me be your shield."

"my love for her is never-ending. i'll build a temple in her name, i'll build thousands of taj mahals. our love will be greater than all those magical indian tales."

"i know i'm not the best. i know i'm not the best she can get. she deserves so much more. i don't know why you chose me, but i won't dare to question my god's judgement. if she's happy, i am too."

PILE 2

"she is a cherry-blossom spring. my joyful dandelion, my precious daffodil, my untouched magnolia. she is my garden of eden."

"she tastes of the sweetest strawberry vanilla shortcakes, cherry cream eclairs and apple cranberry galettes. she is the finest china and softest silks; she is my marie antoinette."

"in her presence i hear the songs of angels - and, oh, i feel elated!"

"someone has gifted me her - there's no way she chose willingly to step into my life. and, oh, i'm so grateful."

"her heart of gold cherishes my miserable being. her touch can heal thousands of wounds; one word uttered from her lips, and i'll come back to life. ah, life is so easy with her."

"i hope this dream of ours never ends. it can't, it can't!"

"fuck orpheus and eurydice, fuck paris and helen of troy, fuck all of them - my love for her can't be even compared to these silly legends, it's greater than all of them combined!"

PILE 3

"my love is dangerous."

"she is a siren - a mind-blinding beauty, forever luring me into her traps."

"she is a mermaid - a mysterious enchanting creature, whom i'll wishfully follow to the depths of the bermuda triangle.

"she is a nymph - a childishly playful, lively lass, who, to my pleasant annoyance, loves to tease me till death."

"she is a succubus - oh, i won't tell the things she do to me..."

"she is my mischievous rusalka - an amazingly cunning but nurturing entity, who shines with her generous heart."

"she makes me feel trapped. i feel absolutely helpless, but i don't think i can even fight her powers. i surrender to her love, to her wishes, to her."

"and i worship her. i don't have a choice - i'm just that bewitched. there's no cure, and i would never search for it - this is my destiny."

PILE 4

"she is my angel of the whole universe. she is grand; she makes me feel like a king."

"her love is so sweet, she feels like a fantasy dream."

"she is my princess, my princess that hopefully needs to be saved from a dragon. i wish to be her knight in shining armour; i want to save her, to protect her and to love her eternally."

"i want to be her hero of the day. if she needs anything - i'm here by her side, patiently waiting for her orders."

"she can insult me, degrade me, betray me, and i'll still come back to her like a damn fool."

"she is one in a trillion, i'll never find anyone like her."

"every night stars whisper to me, saying that she is one of them, she is one of the stars. they whisper to forgive her no matter what, to understand her whimsical nature. and i dearly listen... and obey."

[mywitchcultblr]

Sweet child of Oblivion...

( Unedited one shot part of a Akasheo compilation stories )

"Father, why can't you see that he is corrupting your dignity and personhood!"

Talos begged Akatosh to see reason for the hundredth of times, but as usual, the mighty chieftain merely brushed away his son's concern with a wave of his hand and then went back to chase after his deranged beloved through Oblivion and Aetherius, like a mortal drunk on the sweet nectar of love and passion.

It was unbecoming of the dragon god to act so carelessly, and for what? A madman from Shivering Isle? The god of men and warfare couldn't stand it anymore, the thought that his bormah willingly debased himself for a Daedric Prince made him feel sick. It was wrong and frankly? Disgusting. Daedric Princes were nothing but blight and menaces, perhaps that dunmer usurper from Morrowind was right...

Talos sneered at the sight of a tiny soul nestled in Mara's arm, a new being brought forth into existence from the pure energy of his bormah; shining bright and golden, but the god of men also could sense a dark, foreboding energy emanating from the new soul.

Tendrils of madness and chaos sneaked out from the newborn, and the god of war knew that the babe would bring nothing but trouble and strife upon the world. As if they didn't already have enough problems on daily basis.

"Stop glaring at the poor child." Mara chided him which earned a huff from the younger god.

"Mara, why did you even blessed that thing with love?"

"Every creations deserve to have the capability to feel love and to be loved by others."

"Yes, I can see your reasoning but this one is different. It is an abomination."

Mara frowned and Talos could feel the goddess of love's displeasure rippled through Aetherius.

He looked away from a moment, her emotion was overwhelming and choking.

"Excluding her from love, affection, mercy, and compassion will only lead to misery and destruction both for her and anyone around her... Perhaps us as well... If I can bless the most depraved creatures that crawled out of a pit in Coldharbour then I can do the same thing for the child of your father."

The corner of Talos's mouth twitched into a thin, sardonic smirk. "So, even you cannot deny the possibility that this creature pose a threat to all creations? Even the gods themselves?"

Mara sighed and shook her head.

"Everyone and everything are capable to do good and evil, even you. Must we cast such judgement upon this little ones? So early in her life? What about the rest of the children born from your father's grace? All dragons are capable of great evil but some could be redeemed with proper guidance and discipline."

Talos crossed his arms. "Dragons might be flawed and most of their misdeeds was born out of pure ambition. A natural desire to rise above the other species and rule over them. This one..." The god of war trailed off and turned towards the horizon. "It is hopeless, the Daedric taint would make it impossible for this creature to raise above its base nature. It must be destroyed before it grows up to become a threat to all of creation and gods."

Mara placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I understand your concerns, but such drastic measure will not solve anything. You know that, don't you? Akatosh will never forgive anyone who lay a hand on her and I cannot imagine the destruction and suffering Sheogorath will brought upon us if we inflict harm upon his child. it'll lead to a great war, far greater than the last Oblivion crisis."

"You're right, of course," Talos mumbled and then looked back at the baby girl. "But I am still concerned about the potential danger that lurks within this thing. Something has to be done."

"I'll keep an eye on her, hopefully she'll turned out better than you ought to believe."

Talos nodded and sighed deeply, rage and disgust slowly dissipated into nothing but a lingering sense of disappointment and frustration. The God of Warfare walked away from Mara and the newborn babe, he opened a portal to the realm of Oblivion to find the whereabouts of his father. If he couldn't destroy that thing Akatosh and Sheogorath created, then he didn't want to see it in the heaven.

Mara had blessed that creature with love, the ritual was done, there was no other reason for that abomination to linger around amongst the gods in Aetherius. Talos reluctantly stepped into the portal and found himself standing in the middle of vast dark grassland, surrounded by trees and mountains. The sky above him was awash with the colors of magenta, violet and dark blue— a few fluffy dark clouds float lazily across the azure canvas and countless of stars glittered brightly like tiny diamonds.

Oblivion was a beautiful realm— if only it was not infested with horrific creatures beyond mortal's comprehension. Talos closed his eyes, trying to pinpoint the exact location of his bormah until he finally saw the mental image of Akatosh's location. The God of Warfare hastily made his way towards a small clearing deep within a forest, not a single creature dared to got on his way as he passed through the dense foliage. The air was cool and crisp, filled with the sent of various unidentifiable flowers.

Talos frowned, he could feel the trace of his father's magic all over the place. It was like the entire area as saturated with The God of Time's presence. Ahead of him, he saw a large tree with crystalized fruits and flowers hanging from its branch. Underneath the tree, sat his father and the madman from Shivering Isle.

Talos clenched his jaw, grinded his teeth together. Akatosh and Sheogorath were sitting on a wooden bench, talking and laughing loudly, oblivious to the fact that they were being watched. Talos couldn't tear his gaze away from them... He stood still, frozen in place.

His dignified and graceful father clothed in nothing but a silk, red fabric which barely covered his muscular body. That long, golden blonde hair fell loosely down onto his bare shoulder and sculptured chest.

Sheogorath himself was bare. Talos gulped hard, his stomach churned, his heart pounded against his ribcage.

The God of Men had seen countless naked bodies in his eternal life and many acts of sexual pleasure ranging from the mundane to the bizarre. Talos had witnessed the most perverse and disgusting acts of debauchery imaginable, however, none of these experiences could compare to what he witness right now.

The fact that his bormah, Akatosh, The dragon god of time and the eternal protector of Cyrodiil Empire laying with Sheogorath was too much for his mind to comprehend. It felt... Wrong.

Talos raised an eyebrow, without the ridiculous outfit, now he could see that the madman had a rather frail-looking physique; slender, almost emaciated with a paper thin, pale skin and slightly protruding ribs. What was his father seeing in this weak and insane—

My little butterfly... Talos blinked slowly as his father's innermost thoughts bleeding into his mind as if Akatosh himself forced it upon him. As if the dragon god wanted Talos to know.

Perfect, my perfect pet... I want to keep you locked behind the door of our chamber, tied to our bed so no one will ever lay their eyes or hands on you ever again. Dont you want it? To be mine always? Let me take care of you my sweet little butterfly...

Hmmm... That sounds tempting, would you put a collar on me? Golden and decorated with your sigils? Mark my body with your insignia and take me on your throne? Let others watch...

As you wish...

Talos frowned, Akatosh seemed to revel in the unbalanced power dynamic while Sheogorath? He didn't even want to know the mind of THAT one Daedric Princes. Even Molag Bal would be easier to decipher than Sheogorath.

Akatosh glanced at him for a brief moment and Talos immediately became rigid. Of course, they knew that he was there... Watching...

The dragon god warped his left arm around Sheogorath's slender waist, pulling him closer, holding the madman in a possessive manner while his right hand reached out towards Sheogorath's inner thighs, gently caressing the smaller man's groin which forced the ruler or Shivering Isle to spread his legs apart, exposing everything right in front of Talos to see.

He should have walk away from them but Talos found himself unable to move nor tear away his gaze from Akatosh and Sheogorath.

A deep moan escaped Sheogorath's lips as Akatosh's fingers found their way inside of his feminine entrance, right beneath his manhood.

Talos swallowed hard, feeling his own throat tighten up as his father's fingers began to explore the madman's wet folds.

Sheogorath arched his back, his hips thrusting forward as his lover's digits entered deeper into the tight, twitching passage.

"Ahh..." Sheogorath moaned, his voice trembling with lust as he bit down on his plump lower lip.

Akatosh's skilled fingers explored every nook and cranny within the madman's womanhood, delving deeper and deeper into Sheogorath's depths until they finally made contact with the small bundle of sensitive nerves, rubbing it in a slow, circular motions.

Sheogorath groaned, his breath quickening as the dragon god's fingers continued to tease the madman's nether regions. As if reading his son's troubled mind, Akatosh's fingers suddenly stopped moving, causing Sheogorath to gasp in protest at the sudden loss of pleasurable sensation which he craved more than anything.

"Talos!" Akatosh shouted with a wry smile as he pulled out his fingers out of Sheogorath's body. "Do you like what you see? Enjoying the show?"

"I—but why?!"

Akatosh raised a fine eyebrow. "Because why not?" He said, while wiping off the thick fluid which coated fingers on Sheogorath's things without looking away from his mortified son.

Sheogorath chuckled and swatted Akatosh arm.

"You traumatized the poor thing."

"We both did, you didn't ask me to stop even though you know he is here," Akatosh turned his attention back to Talos. "I can hear your grievances about my relationship with Sheogorath even stars away from Oblivion, and I know that you'll try to dissuade me from pursuing this relationship even further."

Sheogorath placed a hand on his bony chest, eye wide as he pretended to gasp in shock and horror. "Is that so?! Oh! How terrible!"

Talos growled, rage replacing the initial shock. "This is a mistake, father! This affair might put you and others in danger! And your newborn—"

Akatosh held up a hand, silencing his son.

"I know that Mara is done with the blessing ritual and others also just gave their boons as well. What about you? What is your gift for your new little sister? Courage? An axe?"

Talos scowled at his father and liege. "I didn't kill it. That's my gift for your Daedric spawn."

A powerful tendril of golden energy extended from Akatosh's palm, wrapping around his son's neck and squeezing tight, cutting off any air supply. Talos' face contorted in pain as he struggled against the dragon god's hold, but it was no use. "Careful there, you might be my son but you are overstepping your boundary."

Talos clawed at his neck, prying the rope of magical energy with brute strength but it only served to make the grip tightened. He was powerful and mighty, but Father Akatosh was stronger, wiser and older. It would be difficult to find any deity who could match the dragon.

"Darling, you are choking him. The poor thing might die. Surely you wouldn't kill him? Right?" Sheogorath murmured, eyes glinted with mania at the sight of other God bested by his beloved.

It was rather arousing...

Akatosh lowered his hand and the magical tendril fell apart into nothingness.

"No, of course I wouldn't. But a little bit of discipline here and there wouldn't hurt."

Talos rubbed his sore neck, winced at the burnt mark his father's magic left on his corporals form. Physical and spiritual wound were one and the same. "I can't believe it... You choose him! You choose this lunatic over the safety and order of this world and your duty?!"

Akatosh's regal features twisted into a snarl, his voice dripping with venom.

"I have not betrayed my duty! My personal affair does not interfere with my responsibilities as a deity and a ruler. Things will be so much better for everyone if you and other Gods stop pestering me about my relationship with him and cease the meddling of my private life!"

Talos pointed his finger at Sheogorath. The God of Men was shaking with barely concealed rage and emotions. "Don't you realize that he corrupted you? I mean, you didn't even hesitate to touch him right in front of me! What was that even about huh? What?!"

Akatosh shrugged, pulled Sheogorath closer into his chest. "A little bit of theatrics to show my commitment. I thought that perhaps if I touch Sheogorath right in your face, you will finally cease with the vain effort to break our relationship. I love him and you have seen my devotion. Sheogorath always wanted to do... Something in front of an audience and so I said, why not? Let Talos to see our devotion to each other. Don't be so overdramatic, you are a God."

Talos shook his head in disbelief, Sheogorath truly have corrupted Akatosh. "You'll regret it, there will be consequences for your decision."

Akatosh stood there with a neutral expression, unfazed and unbreakable. "Consequences? It's just a part of life and the universe."

Talos laughed, the bitter sound echoing through Oblivion like thunder. "The pride of a dragon! Perhaps it'll be your downfall one day."

Akatosh straightened his back, golden eyes narrowed into a slit. "I'll face any adversary life throws at me with dignity."

Talos waved his hand dismissively, turning away from his father and the deranged paramour.

It was no use, Akatosh no longer listened to reason. He had chosen his lover over his duty.

It was too late.

The God of Time sighed. "Well, at least it was less painful than I thought. He didn't try to bludgeon you or me with a warhammer or tear this realm apart. The boy grow up fast."

Sheogorath tilted his head aside. "He will hate you for quite some time."

Akatosh scoffed. "Probably will take a thousand years to mend our relationship, I'm not in hurry, we have all the time in the world, now..." The dragon lifted his lover's chin, "let's fetch our daughter, shall we? You were right. It will be better to raise her in Shivering Isle until she is ready to be born in the mortal realm."

Sheogorath grinned, manic joy and madness flashing across his face. The mad god became pliant in his lover's embrace. He was happy to be dominated by this singular, superior being who loved him with the intensity of a thousand sun. "Yes, let's get our girl. Haskill has prepared the nursery and everything."

( @average-crazy-fangirl here the second ones xD since yousaid that you wanna know more )

[eldritch-spouse]

I keep thinking about Krulu, which is odd because I'm normally braindead thinking about Morell but for some reason I can't get the thought out of my head of Krulu having a vessel that is so innocent and sweet and just slowly corrupting them. Like the admin is this soft caring loving person who just wants to make everything ok and make everyone happy and then she just starts having these intrusive thoughts of doing absolutely horrible things to people. They slowly start to go insane guided into that insanity by Krulu himself who sits and slowly corrupts and manipulates them. "Everyone is lying to you I just want to guide you my chosen" as everyone tries to warn them. "You will be ok it's natural to have these urges, how about we try some of them out?" Just slowly but surely the admin becomes a monster themselves. It starts small a few lesser demons found mutilated in a pile somewhere but it's getting worse. They are no longer handing out candy and flowers and being all sweet.

Aaaanyway I talked way too much with this one!!

[Anon this shit gives me life, that's my oddly specific fetish you just tapped into. And while I truly believe the best match for Krulu would be a human that's already not doing too fresh, this is also a very good alternative.]

You are too trusting.

A benevolent, pure soul with a particularly frail, impressionable mind. You see light in everyone, projecting goodness and potential in those that don't deserve it. You are lesser perfection, untouched, immaculate by pure coincidence. This is how humanity should have remained, but his brethren wanted to give you the ability to transform, to become that of which lessers mustn't. You remind Krulu of his experimental forays into creation, the beings he so carefully crafted.

That's why he's determined to mold you into something strong. A being worthy of baring his name and mark, the lesser above them all, the one who shall not fall, in perfect synchronization with the will of their god. Krulu is sorry for the fact that he must force reality upon you, but you have sealed your fate the moment you were (perhaps erroneously) generous enough to let Ludwig inflict him upon you.

Krulu is good at nurturing others into very specific roles, and it's exceedingly easy to appeal to a gentle creature such as yourself. Trusting your God is the foundation of all that are devout- If Krulu says that someone is not meant to live, then surely, that must be the case in some form, right? If your higher deems certain lifeforms to be inferior and unworthy of consideration, then surely he has enough knowledge to justify that sentiment. If he says your fate is to leave your entire life behind and welcome eternity at his side, help him shape the Earth in his flawless image, then that has to be the case. Because what would a mere human know of fate compared to a god?

Soothing murmurs grace your mind day and night, neural pathways slowly picked at as Krulu reinforces good behavior. Of course you are doing the right thing, lamb, you are acting under his will! As an extension of Krulu, you could not be more just and correct in your acts. The spilling of blood is not always a negative thing, how ignorant of you to think that way- But it is quite alright, Krulu will teach you everything you need to know in due time.

Just don't question him.

The intrusive thoughts that you're eventually disgraced by are no more than Krulu's own unfiltered strings of consciousness- Bloody desire and scornful seething intense enough to make you boil for a mere moment before it all recedes, each episode lasting longer than the previous one. Do you want to help your god, lesser? Do you want to make them proud? Do you want them to love you?

Then kill.

Kill for them.

Why do you hesitate? Why does your faith falter? Look into the eyes of the man beneath you- They are empty. Nothing of value will be lost. Make them useful, lamb, their existence is filthy and uncoordinated, help your god fix the mistakes of his irresponsible kin. Bring that blade down and spill blood in Krulu's name like the perfect chosen you have always been.

No no, tears are pointless. There is no sadness in the reaping of lives.

You have to see the greater picture, not that he expects you to grasp it in its totality- But do know that every death you cause will be made up for when Krulu repopulates this blemished planet.

It feels good, does it not?

No, cease being ashamed of yourself. It is so very natural to feel euphoria as you enact your higher's will. The rush of satisfaction that courses through you when a mistake is erased is justified, the stab of arousal you feel upon creating piles of filthy vermin is correct.

Come now, let them fix your peculiar, libidinous ailment...

[peaktarokujosnumberonestan]

Dear tumblr users, fanfiction and jjba enjoyers. I have a small request to everyone who sees this. My name is Shilo and I'm exposing myself as an average DIO Brando enjoyer. No in fact, he is my favorite character and I do love him very much. It's okay you can judge me for my sins but I won't change my mind. As a DIO Stan, I'm highly upset about the lack of romantic and Fluffy DIO content I'm seeing on this app and other fanfiction platforms. Yes. He is an asshole. Pure evil. The devil is disguise. A menace to the world who deserves nothing but to rot in hell. The lowest scum who can think of. And I know that, believe me I do but nonetheless... He's my little champ who I do adore very much. I can't justify my sins. I'm a villain fucker and it's fatal but still I'm sick of fanfictions where DIO is a degrading mess who treats his s/o like shit (he probably would don't get me wrong I know he would + that doesn't mean that the ff itself is bad) but for people like me, we would appreciate it if someone with taste could recommend me the most romantic, fluffy, passionate almost vomiting corny DIO ff you can find on the internet. I want to fall in love, have butterflys in my stomach, blush, faint, cry, die and puke because of so much romance, tenderness and passion that I want him to degrade his s/o again. I prefer dio x reader but the gender doesn't matter. I just need pure love. Romance like Romeo and Juliet, Titanic or whatever. DIO being nice and sweet but still menacing and nasty lives in my mind rent free and I wish to see more of him. He can be evil tho. I love his rotten soul, but not to his s/o. They can destroy the world together idc I'm in for it. No in fact that's what I'm craving. I want DIO and his s/o to rule the world together.

I want them to destroy the world and live their lives as invincible and powerful creatures of the dark. Laughing at morals together while sharing a glass of blood adoring their little world they created while dancing under the moonlight appreciating each other's company. Adoring each little aspect of one another. Sharing passionate kisses and tender touches till the sunrise. DIO being intrigued by his queen/king. Him being on his knees for them. Him only showing his weak side to him. Then sharing all moments of their hell together, crushing skulls and bones while whispering sweet nothings into each other's ear. Yeah that is what I'm living for. This is my destiny. My deepest desire. So if you know any fanfiction like these pls let me know. Words cannot express how grateful I am if you guys could widen my horizon and bless me with DIO works like these. Just comment down below where I can find such masterpieces or send me a link I appreciate it very much. Thanks for your attention ✨

[rodionisnothere]

Can you write chuuya x comfort reader but with smut too?? Pls i need this so i don't kill my self...

sure thing! reader is going to be gender neutral bc I said so!

tw sh, abuse?

it was really hard living like this... being in love with that man was going to be an end of you for sure. he was always at work and when he's not he is all grumpy and exhausted, and you... well, you were getting worse day by day. you loved chuuya you really did, but you weren't so sure he loved you as much as he loved you at the start of your relationship. hell you weren't even sure if he loved you even a little bit at this point, he would just yell at you whenever you tried to say something, whenever you tried to help him all he would do is push you away or at the best have sex with you, that's only when he's drunk tho. and there's no more that sweet chuuya that used to treat you like an angel after spending all night sharing your love. theres no more chuuya, this is not chuuya, you know that.

"STOP BEING SUCH CLINGY SLUT YN I'M TIRED OF ALL YOUR BULLSHIT!" this man never failed to hurt your feelings huh?

you were just blankly staring at him, you didn't even knew how you felt. you didn't even knew you were crying until he...

"WHAT??? OH NOW YOU'RE GOING TO CRY ABOUT IT, ACTING LIKE A CHILD. I NEVER WANTED A LOVER THAT CAN'T UNDERSTAND HOW OTHERS FEEL! DO YOU SEE HOW TIRED I AM OF ALL YOUR USELESS TEARS? ALWAYS CRYING WHEN SOMETHING BAD IS HAPPENING ONLY TO YOU!"

That's when you knew chuuya doesn't love you as much as you loved him. he hated you. you quickly grabbed a knife and went to the bathroom where you locked yourself. you've had enough of his bullshit, enough of your love for him even if he is treating you so poorly. you've had enough of this life. chuuya was your only reason to continue living and without his love, your life has been just miserable. he saw you took that knife. knife that he used to kill his enemies with when dazai was with him, he missed those times but he did not miss any pain that he felt when dazai left him. and then he remembered the first time he met you. same moment he met you all his pain was gone, and now the person that helped him is in pain and its all because of him.

"AGHHH!!!!" he heard your soft voice making such painful sound...he regretted everything he said to you in that stupid fight you two had.

"yn please open the door... i am serious, please open that door." he was crying his eyes out in the most pathetic way you've ever seen. you slowly opened the bathroom door and when he saw you he was about to faint. there you were, bloody thighs, mascara ruined from crying, your hair a complete mess...and looks like not all of these scars are fresh...you've been hurting yourself because of him. he was the one to blame not you. he should be the one hurting not you. he didn't deserve you... oh, what's that familiar smell? ah yes, cigarette burning in your left hand. he hated those. you were the one that helped him overcome his nicotine addiction and now you are ruining yourself with those damn cigarettes.

"y-yes?" you said softly, sounding like an angel to him.

"I know sorry is not going to fix all this but I will! yn I deeply regret things I have said and done to you, and I am very sorry to see you in a state like this because of me. I am such dick. I don't deserve you. you are so pure and beautiful and kind, and here I am just an asshole."

"but i am not beautiful...i mean look at me, all bloody covered in scars."

"you must be kidding right? just take a look at yourself damnit! you are the most beautiful creature in this whole world, and the scars on your thighs are just proof that you are strong enough to live with such a shitty boyfriend and still manage to love him. I love you, darling." he said as he started to kiss your scars

"hey!!! that tickles!" you said as a small smile appeared on your lips

"ohh I'm so sorry, do you want me to stop?" he said, his eyes filled with nothing but worry and pure love.

"..no" you said shyly and he continued to kiss your thighs, moving his lips to your inner thigh.

"your skin is so soft, can I have a taste?" he asked his happy grin never leaving his lips as he watched you getting all shy as he started kissing your upper, inner thigh.

"chuuya, i-" you said blushing. you were red as a tomato as you felt tongue...

"I love you dear, you are too perfect and good for me. never forget that, love! whenever I'm acting like an asshole tell me, but don't hurt yourself anymore please" he said with a small but genuine smile that made your heart all warm inside

"a-alright, I promise I will...can you please help me out now I think my legs are starting to shake..."

"ALRIGT!" ah, there was chuuya that you missed so much. that lovely, dear yet cocky chuuya. he's here. he came here to help you and he won't leave you anymore... you just know that he won't. but be ready cause this is going to be one hell of a night!

[sleepy82louih]

My first thoughts on Harry's House

Please note that this is my personal opinion and my personal interpretation of the album, which obviously includes Larry.

Favourite songs of the first listen are marked violet.

As It Was: Harry being afraid of changes once again for our viewing pleasure. Also called Character Development, because he comes to accept it, in a way.

Boyfriends: As a girl, I know he speaks the truth. Good job, Harry, you seem to be experienced in dating boys– Oh wait. You only ever dated one. Oh, and it also doesn't help your case that this song is probably about him and you both being the 'boyfriend'.

Cinema: I present you with yet another song version of "Louis is a great person to just... sit and admire what he's like."

Daydream: Listen. Touring and working is hard on the Lover Boy. He loves his spouse to bones, he loves to love him. You gotta give it to him, he misses him. I don't see y'all dealing any better with missing Harry's spouse. Honestly.

Daylight: We hate it when they fight, or are far from each other. Harry still loves him through and through. He's a sweet blue bird, after all. And also a drama queen. While Louis is the honey. But what's new.

Grape juice: I love how it feels like he's on the phone. My God, this feels like a lazy evening of them just being them, to me. How Harry creates the atmosphere is beyond me. Also, 1982. Lol, Hazza, L fucking OL.

Keep Driving: Someone's been reminiscing. He feels so... fetus in this song. I just... I can't. This song makes me feel so nostalgic. He has no right to do this. I can see 1D days flashing in front of my eyes. I can see his love life flashing in front of my eyes. This song is too personal. Oh my God.

Late Night Talking: Huh. Okay. So, Louis stubs his toe on the regular, Harry once broke his camera, they have sleeping issues, Harry knows he's a goner, he knows we know he doesn't like change, and Louis lives in his head rent free 24/7, apparently. Good to know. Wbk

Little Freak: Sweet Creature 2.0 in the flesh. Harry's so in love it's embarrassing, y'all. I just... What the hell, Harry. Waxing poetics is one thing, but this? This is plain romance. This is them, from Harry's point of view. No no, not just Louis, them. He's talking about them as seperate and also a pair. Makes you wonder, really. It's so pure it makes you wanna cry. Just... Stop. Too much. I can go on forever.

Love of My Life: As if we didn't know. Yeah, wax more poetics, it's for free. Who's keeping track anyway. Talk relationships in the most romantic way possible and just straight up confess your love. Who's the wiser? It's not like you're gonna leave a fandom bleeding or anything. It's all cool.

Matilda: MY COMFORT SONG. This is a masterpiece. Matilda deserves all the love in the world. Take all I have. Everything. Just stay with me. This work of painful beauty. I will NOT take criticism on this song. I'm way too biased for it. (Also, hail to 1D tradition to use random girl names for God knows why)

MFASR: Long name for a song, Harry, my God. He has a knack for ba-ba-ba's this time around. I'd say he's been drunk while writing this, but... This is Harry. He's always like this. I have no bloody idea what this song is (I mean he is trying to eat stars), so I'm gonna label it as 'Drunk Holiday Love Confessions Somewhere in Tokyo' or something.

Satellite: Harry Styles agreeing with this fandom on Louis being the sun and all of us being satellites. I approve. Communication issues. Harry hopelessly adoring Louis. Louis being the sun– I mean, Louis.

Conclusion: Harry Styles loves Louis Tomlinson. He's been reminiscing. He's been doing some deep thinking and light drinking. Fights and tours been happening. The kids aren't alright, yeah. Harry is reflecting on it all, in a spectacular way. I love this album.

This my instantaneous reaction to the album, I wrote as I listened. This is, in no way, a deep analysis.