#i love all his upwards pointing spikes and horns

[ciggycat-art]

i honestly think this came out super ugly in the end so im sending the colorless sketch with it but uhhh whatever Alatreon attempt

[jessamine-rose]

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Back in June, I said it was unlikely that 1) I’d play WHB or 2) put myself through the mental turmoil of writing smut again. Fast forward to Day 3 of the game and I was so, so wrong ;-;

So far, I’m rlly into Leviathan and Sitri, and the latter instantly inspired me to write for him on Day 1. I hope you all suffer from thirst enjoy reading this spontaneous fic (*^ω^*)

Note: Sub! Sitri, riding, edging, orgasm denial, emotional sex, mention of Switch! Sitri x Switch! Reader, 1-21 spoilers, MINORS DNI

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As much as you adore Sitri, he has one flaw which frustrates you to no end.

“Solomon—ah!”

The movement of your hips ceases, prompting a startled cry from the devil beneath you. The sound is coupled with the sensation of cold fingertips pressing into your waist.

He’s still inside you.

As much as you’d like to continue, you still your body and examine your lover’s face. He is a beautiful mess—pale blue hair fanned out over the pillow, flushed cheeks, kiss-swollen lips, magenta eyes glossy and half-lidded.

“You.” His voice is quiet, punctuated by ragged breaths. “Why…”

His grip on your waist tightens, paired with a desperate buck of his hips, but you slap his hand away. Irresistible as he is, you can tell that his intimacy isn’t directed at you.

“Sitri.” You click your tongue, eyes narrowed. “What did I tell you?”

He meets your gaze, confusion clouding over those pretty pink orbs. “Could you please elaborate?”

For a devil, he can be quite thoughtless.

You put your hand under his chin, tilting his face upwards. The words that leave your mouth are cold, sharp, perfectly clear.

“You called me Solomon again.”

At least Sitri understands the gravity of his mistake. His expression goes from needy to mournful, apologetic, docile. Engulfed in your shadow, it is a delicious sight.

And to think that a few hours ago, he was the one looming over your trembling body. In that moment, his normally placid expression had given way to an excited smirk.

But it’s your turn now.

“I apologize, Descendant of—”

Your hand wraps around his wrist. It incurs a soft gasp this time—from surprise or pain? His arm still bears the marks of Satan’s bites; his blood had made such brilliant weapons. Your thumb ghosts over the wounds before pressing down on his pulse point.

…You think you are starting to understand his kink. There is a spike in his heartbeat, the calm rhythm turned erratic by your touch.

“Wrong again,” you tell him. Your voice takes on a low, impatient tone. “It’s ______, remember? That’s what I told you to call me when we first met, when I promised to save Hell, when I came to your room earlier. But you keep forgetting…”

A sigh escapes your lips. Your hand releases his wrist and trails up his chest. Tracing his love bites, caressing his cheek, stroking his hair.

He makes a satisfied noise and closes his eyes. Silky blue strands yield to your touch.

Was he ever like this with your ancestor? Is that all he sees in you?

“Now,” you whisper. Your hand moves to the side of his head and finds your target. “Why don’t we try again?”

His eyes fly open, painted with shock this time. “Wait, that—!”

Your fingertips trace the curve of his horn. The action elicits a loud moan from Sitri, shaky hands returning to your waist.

He gives you a pleading look. “S-Stop. Please, it feels…”

“Go on.” Your thumb rubs the base of his horn, ruffling his hair. The ministrations don’t stop there—at the same time, you resume rocking your hips. “Say my name.”

“I…” Just like that, he becomes putty in your hands. His hips shift beneath you, out of sync with your movements, hopelessly futile in relieving his erection. “Ah…______!”

He repeats your name, louder this time. It sounds different from how his fellow devils or even Minhyeok address you, spoken with more intention. Desire. Adoration.

It sounds like a prayer in his voice.

You let go of his horn, smiling. “That’s more like it.”

“______.” He looks up, taking deep breaths to compose himself. One hand leaves your waist and seizes your wrist. “I can hear it, you know?”

You pause, glancing at his hand. His grip is stronger yet, to some extent, delicate as to avoid bruising your skin.

“My heartbeat?”

“It sounds different,” he confesses. He closes his eyes, focusing on the sensation. “You smell like him, act like him, you even talk like him at times. But this—”

His thumb finds your pulse and applies pressure. When he opens his eyes, they are shining with unshed tears and your captivated reflection.

“All yours,” he whispers. A dazed smile adorns his face as he kisses the back of your hand. “It’s the most beautiful rhythm I’ve ever heard. They’ll never—I won’t allow this melody to stop this time. Promise me that I won’t lose you again, that you…”

Butterflies. There are butterflies in your chest.

The fluttery sensation is overwhelming. You pull your hand away—not that Sitri hasn’t noticed, not that he can’t tell without touching you—but it’s too late. He gives you a knowing smile, accompanied by a wild glint in his eyes and a sudden thrust from his hips.

“Ah! Sitri, you…!”

You don’t give him time to savor your reaction, leaning down to capture his lips in a kiss.

He eagerly reciprocates, strong arms wrapping around you and keeping your body flush against him. His kiss is deep, greedy, depriving you of oxygen.

When you come up for air, your heart is beating so fast that you worry it will jump out of your chest. Sitri simply has that effect on you.

“Okay,” you reply. Your lips move to his cheeks, kissing away his tears. “It’s a promise.”

“You...” The look in his eyes spells euphoria, dilated pupils akin to hearts. More tears roll down his face. “I understand, ______.”

You sit back up and match his pace. It draws out more moans from Sitri as he thrusts into you with more fervor. A reverent smile graces his features.

Beautiful. You’d like to savor that expression while you still can.

After you climax, Sitri will likely return to his composed self and put you to bed, prioritizing your comfort above his own…or would he get back at you? Flip your positions, propose another round, flash you that dangerous smirk which makes your heart flutter? Say your name differently?

A devilish smile plays on your lips.

It’s not like you have any objections. But until then, you will take your time breaking him until the only name on his tongue is yours.

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*cries* S-So how was that for my second time writing smut?? Cue me dying as I wrote the word er*ction….and thank you to @diodellet for proofreading this and sharing your wisdom as the veteran smut writer between us <3

If there is one silver lining in WHB’s delay, it’s that the game got released during Kinktober. I honestly didn’t expect myself to get inspired right after the game’s debut, but Sitri simply had that effect on me. And after finishing Chapter 1 and his H scene, I can officially put him on my bias list ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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[esperanzagalaxy]

The kobold crew ? I just love all those funky little dragon gender guys

 RQG requests #11, FUNKY LITTLE DRAGON GENDER GUYS!!!! thank you so much for your prompt!! i’d never sat to think about their individual designs before this, and as much as i prefer to plan beforehand, it felt great to just doodle and build them as i went! this is pretty much exactly the result and vibe i wanted, so i’m very happy with this one. it’s really cute! they’re all so cute!!!!! character design is great!!

 going from top to bottom we have meerk, draal and driaak, natun and tadyka, sassraa at the center, and our guy skraak on the front. what absolute lads.

 mechanical pencil on cream paper, with digital colors.

 ID under the cut!

[ID: an illustration of all the kobolds. it's drawn with mechanical pencil on yellow paper, and is colored digitally with flat, warm colors. the style is simplistic and shows everyone in profile. they're all shown in full body, and are bunched together each posing and doing their own thing. skraak is on the front, crouched down, and sassraa is just behind them, standing up straight, at the center of the composition. natun and draal are standing out to the left from behind her, while tadyka and driaak are doing the same, but opposite them, towards the right. meerk is directly above sassraa, at the cusp of the pyramid. they are all variations of red with yellow fins, horns and eyes.

  skraak is crouching and leaning towards the right, resting his left arm on his knee, and keeping balance with their right hand on the ground. he's the biggest of all the kobolds, bright red, with a longer tail and spikier, fan-like ear-fins. he's frowning and has his eyes narrowed, with his head turned to the left but looking right. he has tight black armor on his torso and long gray cloves.

  sassraa is wearing a white lab coat and goggles. her fins are spiky and pointing diagonally upwards, making them look like cel. she's facing left and is looking right, with her left arm behind her back, and her right holding a test tube up to her face. she's smiling softly.

  behind her and stepping towards the left is natun. they're small and reach to about sassraa's chest. they're leaning forwards and have syringe spear on their right hand, and are wearing plain leather armor on their torso. they have a shorter, snubby snout, small horns that curl like a ram's, and two sets of ear fins, which give them a more aquatic look. they have an attentive, eager face and look younger than the rest.

   above them is draal. they're wearing a fur-lined, dark brown coat and are holding a fang on their right hand, holding it in front of their face with a big grin. their horns and fins are sharp and short, pointing backwards in spikes.

   opposite natun is tadyka. she's a slim, lanky kobold, standing with a bit of a stoop. they're holding a syringe spear in both claws, in front of them. she has a long, less angular snout, and her fins are split into two horizontally. they have plain leather armor. her horns are short and slightly curved forwards.

   above her and opposite draal is driaak. they're as tall as draal, and are also wearing a fur-lined coat for the cold. theirs is white with light brown fur, anf they're a dark maroon rather than red. their horns are very small, and their fins are wider towards the top. they're stepping forwards and have a left claw up to their eyes, looking into the distance with a cheery smile.

   behind them all is meerk. his body is facing right but he is yelling upwards, sticking his tongue with a grin out and holding drumsticks on each claw. they have a black headband around their heard, spiky bracelets on their right arm, dark gray gloves, and a shiny leather vest. they're bright red, their fins are short and spiky, and their horns are shaped like lightning bolts. his tail pokes out from behind draal in a curl, and the tip of it is a small spiky ball, like a morning star. end ID]

[2lim3rz]

Reunited with the Snake (Fulgrim X Reader) [40K FIC] -PART 1

Requested By: Anon!

Part 1 because I hated that I was making you wait and also posting small increments is fun

Years had passed, too many to count and too many to be bothered to acknowledge. However, the pseudo-years of the warp did make their mark on you. Scars and blemishes where once there had been none. Frown lines when once there were lines that marked your perpetual smile.

A hole in your heart where someone had long since broken it.

The Heresy, what all information (or lack of) you could gather from it, was a horror-show. The moments you had glimpsed hurt you horribly, though it was only the fall of one Primarch that wounded you the most. The mighty Pheonix of the Imperium himself. The violet man with the softest, whitest hair imaginable. The most gentle look a person could ever have despite being a person could ever have, despite being eleven feet tall and having killed thousands, nay, billions. Even if it wasn’t actively himself, his actions had untold repercussions.

Stepping onto the planet, you were met with a meadow. Its fields gently swaying with the most perfect and greenest grass. The hills were gentle and the close-yet-distant trees promise shade with a nearby pond to frolic in. Faintly, you could see a traveling herd of what could only be described as a moving rainbow. Their sloped heads holding flickering tongues that darted this way and that as they whistled and chortled like happy foals.

It all disgusted you. Its perfection was vile and corrupting. What you thought was the sound of a breeze was a horrendously moaning scream. All the same, none of it prepared you for the sight of him. His lower body was serpentine and a vibrant purple. On the thickest parts of his snake-like half, the scales made large spiked ridges. Upon his back arched two mighty feathered wings that faded into leathery mammalian wings. Underneath two thinly muscular arms adorned in golden jewelry, was another pair of arms.

The man’s human-upper half could still be described as inhuman. His skin, though pale as ever, held the faintest tone of otherworldly pink. His head still held the same hair, though it waved where there was no wind and was much longer. A trio pair of pitch horns crowned his head, ears a distinct point, his eyes a blistering lavender, his extremely toned pectorals and abs more rigid than they ever appeared, as though carved from marble.

His arched eyebrows furrowed together, lips pursing before he bared fanged teeth into a laugh.

“Oh, mine Dark Prince, you’ve outdone yourself this time. Even the soul feels so similar..” his voice was a melodic sing-song, but scathing nonetheless “And I thought you loved me.” You stepped back at those words. All this time, anger had been your motive. At least, what you thought was anger. What you felt now was pity. Pity that your once glorious Primarch had fallen so low. Tears filled your vision, causing the Daemon-Primarch to waver in your sights.

“..Fulgrim…?” his name hurt to say.

Why, oh, why couldn’t you keep your anger as you fell to your knees, your next words fading into a sob. Your pity turned to a wretched relief that he was alive. You couldn’t muster the anger for the murder of Ferrus Manus, couldn’t summon the scathing words you memorized to rebuke everything he had done and was. You were only happy that he was still here. Physically changed, but still flesh and blood.

Hesitance betrayed his features, his lip twitched as one of his secondary hands slowly reached out. His parted lips partially closed as he murmured your name with utmost grace and nigh-reverence. Then just as quickly, he became a purple blur as your world lunged upward. Fulgrim had been at a distance, for he was nearly doubled the size he once was. Four massive arms cradled you as if you were a glass doll that would break at the slighest infraction.

He murmured your name, his voice growing louder and louder as he hugged you tightly. What room your arms found to stretch, you lashed out with a scream. Your cutting off as you focused for air instead.

“You’re here.. you’re alive. I thought you dead for so long.” Fulgrim sighed remorsefully as he lightened his hold (though it was still tight) and nuzzled his face to your neck “You’re here.. you’re here, oh my darling songbird.. My wondrous muse.. my love.” There was another detail you noticed on the ex-Primarch, the new hissing purr. How the my’s didn’t sound as complimentary as they once did, but more possessive.

Akin to a greedy beast hording all his goods and holding them close. Screaming ‘mine, mine, mine’ as if nothing could take you away.

“Whhh..what happened? You’re… oh, Fulgrim.. you’re so..” words were failing you. Some speck of logic finding it smart that you might not want to insult the snake. Even then your words were filled grief. Not that the man noticed as he grinned at you excitedly.

“Beautiful? I know! Just look at me, love, look at how I shine like jewels. Not even the Steeds compare to me..” he cooed, looking away from you to hold up the end of his tail.

He was right, he glittered more than polished gold. A sight that sent you crying again as you shook your head.

“You’re so hideous..” the words finally stammered out of you as you covered your face. “So hideously beautiful..” You could almost feel the breeze from Fulgrim whipping his head towards you.

“What?” the single word sent the world to silence. More literally than anything.

“Hh..hideous.. you’re… You’re not the Fulgrim I-I once knew and-”

Velvet-soft lips pressed against your’s just as harshly as your hands were yanked away. The suddenness of their presence  sent you thrashing to no avail. A large hand cradling your head . And yet despite your second’s resistance, you still melted into the kiss. You could still taste the salt from your tears even after a thin tongue licked them away.

“I’m not hideous, love,” there was the barest snarl in the purr now “demigods change in ten-thousand years.” his words gave you the chance to breath again.

“You’re…”

“Still the same man you fell for, all those years ago, lovely little one.” he breathed into your ear, words low as you looked towards the sky that held wavering colors despite not changing the colors of the word around you in a hypnotic dance.

“...But you murdered Ferrus..”

“A thing that had to be done, now let us go, love, I have many people I wish for you to greet and reunite with..”

[dreamii-yume]

Hi! I'm loving your fics. Could we get some malleus x reader please? Maybe some breeding and size kink?

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Malleus had already decided that Darling is the woman that he wanted to spend his whole entire life with. Huh? What do you mean that Darling has to go back home? That she’s not from this world? That she doesn’t reciprocate his feelings? Now, don’t be like that~! Don’t you think it’s lovely~? A life with one of the strongest magician in this twisted world would surely be a lot better than your previous one!

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You sat on a lone bench in the peaceful land outside the Ramshackle Dorm, the gentle howl of the nightly breeze blowing on your hair so elegantly. Green fireflies decorated where you sat, their beautiful light was enough to illuminate what the old lamp post couldn’t. Before you were a tall young fae with pointed ears and a pair of menacing horns on his head. You almost strained your neck from looking up just to have an eye contact with him. His very appearance and size was intimidating, yet the rare gentle smile on his face holds a complete contrast to it all.

The moon was beautiful tonight, bearing witness to how your eyes had slowly widened at the information you have received from the horned fellow. “...Eh?” You blinked repeatedly, your ears somewhat refusing to acknowledge the meaning behind his words. “...Sorry, could you repeat what you just said?”

“I love you.” The fae patiently repeated his confession for you, word by word. His tone felt so practiced, like he had been waiting his whole life just to say it. “I want to spend my whole life with you and create a happy little family between us.”

Your mouth fell agape as you looked down, and to the side, before eventually going back to him. You fiddled with your sleepwear of a clothing, finding the right words to say. “...W-Wow...This is...This is a lot to take in, I...” You stuttered out as your cheeks burns in the shade of a bashful pink. “...Tsunotarou, I-I don’t know what to say really...”

‘Tsunotarou’ merely chuckled at your reaction, watching you chew on your bottom lip. A habit that he noticed you do whenever you’re nervous or in the midst of indecisiveness. He reached out and pat you on the head, stroking your hair in a comforting manner. “Don’t stress yourself too much, my little human. I can put our differences aside and love you for who you are from now on and forever.” He said, his eyes gazing at you lovingly. You felt the side of your mouth twitched upward, creating a small smile at how sweet his words were.

“...In return, I want you to be my wife and create a family with me. To spend our eternity caring for our young.” ‘Tsunotarou’ said, something that slowly wiped your smile away. You looked down once again, a sullen expression had replaced itself on your face. Of course, the horned fae had already spent too much time with you to notice the slightest bit of change in your mood, this was no exception. “...Why the long face, little one?”

You took a deep breath. “I-I’m flattered, Tsunotarou. Really, I am.” You said, smiling up at him. “You were the very first to confess to me like this. It’s very sweet and I appreciate it. Thank you.”

“But...I’m sorry. I can’t accept your confession.” You gave him a serious look on your face. A single drop of sweat ran down the side of your head but you kept up your mask. It took a while for ‘Tsunotarou’ to give you some sort of reaction and even then, the most that you got was a slight flinch of the hand that was on top of your head. He no longer has a smile in his face, going back to his usual, stoic expression as he retracted his hand away from you.

“Explain.” He requested, but sounded more of a demand rather than an optional choice. You flinched at how stern his voice had suddenly turned, no trace of his sweet demeanor had remained.

“Were you...Were you in the entrance ceremony at the first day?” You asked him. “If you were there then, everything must’ve make sense to you by now.”

“I was not invited. I tend to never get invited into occasions such as that.” ‘Tsunotarou’ said, bitterly as he crossed his arms. You nodded, somehow you couldn’t help but feel really bad for the tall fae. “...What does that have to do with your rejection?”

“Then you must’ve at least known by now that I don’t have the tiniest shred of magic in me, right?” You said, trying to go slow for him so he could understand you properly. “The only reason I’m a student here in the first place is because I have Grimm with me.”

“...I do.” He said. “If this is the reason why you’re rejecting me, then know that I have no problems with having a child that has no affinity for magic. We can always-“

You quickly hold out your hand in front of you, frantically shaking your head, stopping him the moment he mentioned anything about having children. Your face flushed red, he was looking way into the future. “No, no, no...! That’s not the reason at all!” You protested. “It’s because I’m not from here, Tsunotarou!”

Now this caught ‘Tsunotarou’ off-guard, not expecting such reason to come out of your mouth. But then, with that sentence alone, he had already formulated a lot of solutions in his mind that could excuse such reason. “Not from here? You meant from Twisted Wonderland?” He said, raising his eyebrow. “Then, which part of the world did you come from? Surely, we can do something about your lineage.”

“...That’s the thing. I’m not from this world, Tsunotarou.” Your head held down, but your eyes glanced up at him with gloomy gaze. “I don’t have magic because I came from a different world. A world far different from Twisted Wonderland.”

“And I’m trying to go back.” You finished, finally stating your point. “Therefore, I can’t accept your confession. Because if I were come back to my own world, long-lasting romantic relationship with anyone in Twisted Wonderland is just pointless.”

You settled down, breathing out as ‘Tsunotarou’ in front of you stares with calculating eyes. He was always the difficult one to read, it was either he has great control over his emotions or he simply just doesn’t know how to react. Either way, you prayed in your mind that he wouldn’t become as unreasonable as you dreaded. Finally, he made a reaction, blinking as he straightened his poise. “...Is that it?” He spoke. “Is that your only reason why you’re rejecting me?”

You nodded with an audible “Yes”. Well, you were actually telling him about the other side of the spectrum, there was also the reason of you just not seeing him the same way as he sees you. What you feel for him was merely platonic as there weren’t enough time for you to gain actual romantic feelings for him. He was just a friend that you see every once in a while, after all, an acquaintance you happened to meet when the moon was out on its best. But you chose not to tell him that other reason as it would only add more salt to his wound. For now, you can give him the more logical reason, something anyone could understand.

Your horned friend closed his eyes before breathing out, he crosses his arms. “Then, just don’t.”

Now, it was your turn to be caught off guard. You blinked, repeatedly. “...Excuse me?” You asked, wanting to have a bit more content.

“Coming back to your own world is a choice, not an obligation. You don’t have to go back.” ‘Tsunotarou’ said in a straightforward manner, as if your problem was actually that easy to pull off. “If you were transported in this world then, wouldn’t that mean that there’s actually something you have to do in this world? Or the fact that this world might’ve actually been the world that you were supposed to belong to in the first place?”

“Either way, it doesn’t matter. All you have to do is stay and not worry about going home.” ‘Tsunotarou’ steps closer to your sitting figure. His tall and large figure quietly looms above you, causing a single nervous strand of sweat to drip from your forehead. His shadow alone was intimidating and his striking green eyes never dares to leave you, as if it was burning a hole into your soul. “We can be together without any worries if you could just forget about your previous life and start a new one.”

“Doesn’t that sound even more appealing?”

You stared at him wide-eyed, filled with bewilderment as you don’t even know how you were going to retort that. There was so many flaws and holes in that reasoning that you would like to point out, but just can’t find a proper way to start. In the end, you gave him a nervous laugh, trying to lighten up the atmosphere before eventually dropping the bomb on him. “Uh...T-That’s...That’s not...That’s not how it works, Tsunotarou.” You stuttered, your mind in shambles on how the hell you were going to explain this to the usually aloof and dense fae. “You’re essentially telling me to forget about my friends and family back in my world. You know I can’t do that!”

“They’re...They’re important to me. There’s no way I could...forget about them just like that!” You said. “I didn’t even get the chance to properly say goodbye before getting transported into this world! They’re probably looking for me right now!”

In the midst of your desperate attempt to knock some sense into powerful yet dense magician, you failed to notice how his eyes narrowed down for a mere second. A rare sign of irritation spiking up in his features. “...And you think they’re still looking for you after all this time?” ‘Tsunotarou’ coldly states. “You arrived at this world during the entrance ceremony, correct? It’s been quite a while since that happened. Have you ever considered that they might’ve just given up on you by now?”

Now that was uncalled for, just absolutely unnecessary to say. You scrunched up your eyebrows together as you couldn’t help but be hurt at how insensitive his words suddenly became. What was his problem? He’s making it sound like no one cared for you in your own world. That you’re someone who your friends and family wouldn’t mind losing, a mere waste of space.

But still, you breathe out an exasperated sigh, bottling up your true emotion as you decided to become the mature one in this argument. You looked up with him with an assertive look in your eye, silently telling ‘Tsunotarou’ to not pressure you with nonsensical reasoning any longer. “...Look, I know you’re making it sound that easy but Tsunotarou...It’s really not.” You said, calming yourself down before standing up. “I don’t want this to become a big deal. You’re a friend, after all and I don’t like fighting with my friends for something so trivial.”

You dusted off invisible dust in your clothes and gave him your usual smile. “I’m ending this conversation, alright? This is for the sake of both you and I.” You said as your friend merely stared at you. “...Maybe you don’t understand right now. So, I’ll give you some time to do so. You weren’t in the ceremony as a witness, after all.”

“I’ll go back in my dorm now, Grimm probably fell of the bed again.” You giggled at the image in your head as you looked back at him with a gentle smile. You didn’t even know how that smile was the exact reason why your ‘Tsunotarou’ fell for you this hard. The exact reason why you didn’t notice how his eyes darken at your figure, his fist slowly clenching tight. “Goodnight, Tsunotarou...I...appreciate your feelings...”

Your voice suddenly slurred, an overwhelming feeling of wanting to sleep had suddenly wrapped itself around your very being. You suddenly felt like your balance was being stripped away from you, causing you to stumble a bit. “...B-but...I hope we can still...be friends...?” You ended up finishing your sentence with a question. It was unintentional and you didn’t know why. You looked up at ‘Tsunotarou’ who didn’t seem to be too bothered at your current behavior.

Your sight was beginning to blur, the horned fae in front of you was barely visible. Had his eyes always been glowing like that? There were dark spots in the corner of your eyes and your eyelids felt really heavy all of a sudden. “...Huh?” Came in your final word.

Finally, your eyes fall into a close as your body collapsed but luckily, ‘Tsunotarou’ was already there, ready to catch you. He ceased the green light emitting from both his eyes and his magical pen once he was sure you were deep in a slumber. He felt your body moving in synch with your breathing, his magic had done its job well this time again. Even in secrecy.

‘Tsunotarou’ carried your body in a bridal style manner, embracing your warmth against his chest.

“...No, my little human. You are the one who doesn’t understand.”

With that, the green fireflies that made the place brim with beauty disappeared as if they weren’t even there in the first place. Along with the all-mighty fae, lovingly caressing a fair, human being in his arms.

The moon was indeed very beautiful tonight. Illuminating upon the sacred place where love had reached a new level of commitment.

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Continue the Spice~?

WELP I currently have a lot of pending request! I’m gonna be closing off the request box for now, okay~?

[drabbles-of-writing]

All Powerful Coven vs. One Flirty Owlet

This is part of my Four Years AU

AO3

Masterpost

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Amity Blight was quick to gain leadership in her Coven group.

Keene had been the previous leader, but happily gave the title over to the young girl. She was determined to climb as high as she could in the ranks, and even he would admit, he was impressed by her dedication.

And, well, Emperor Belos had commanded it. Nobody knew the true reason why, but Amity seemed very nervous that day.

In total, their group had eleven members. It used to be ten, but a young upstarter by the name Laris had recently joined and was learning the ropes.

From day one, the group had been tasked with one thing; to capture the residents of the Owl House. Specifically the most recent troublemaker, the Owlet.

Of course, there had been many challenges in doing so.

But you don’t get into the most powerful coven in the Boiling Isles without noticing a few things. Well, most people don’t at least.

Like Amity’s sudden drop in capability whenever the Owlet was around.

,

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,”

“No, listen,” Invada insisted, tapping repeatedly at a paper filled with barely-readable conspiracies. “Eda the Owl Lady has a secret network, and the Blight’s are in on it!”

“The Blight’s wouldn’t touch the Owl Lady if it would save their lives,” One of the Coven rolled her eyes. 

“Eh, Amity might,” Another one shrugged, shuffling the cards in his hands. “If she needed to, that is. Or an excuse to see that Owlet,” He added with a smug look.

“I’ve said it once, and I will say it again,” The first one groaned, thunking her head on the table. “Amity would never date someone like that. The Owlet is only doing that flirting to throw her off.”

“And it works,” The second said, his smile unyielding.

“And that’s another thing!” Invada continued. “Amity is in a relationship with that thief, I know it!”

“A crush? Maybe,” The second member admitted. “But actively dating? Yeah, no, there’s no way she’d go that far, let alone without someone noticing.”

Invada groaned, letting their head hang in defeat.

“I’m surrounded by morons,”

“Whatever makes you feel better,” The first one mumbled, taking her dealt cards. “You didn’t put glyphs on these, did you?”

“Did I?” The second one grinned, looking down at his own cards.

“I feel very unsafe right now.”

“Hey, you three!” 

Xena poked her head into the tent, disrupting the beginning of the card game.

“Laris caught the demon dog from the Owl House,” She said, pointing behind her. “We’re heading out to help him and see what we can do with it.”

“Aw, lame,” The second coven member grumbled, standing up.

“Grab a sword or net or something, just in case.” Xena added. “That Owl family gets pretty protective of him.”

“Hostage situation! Woo!” The first one cheered, standing up. 

“Fine, fine. Let’s see how we’ll fail today.” Invada scoffed, rolling their eyes before setting their papers aside.

“That’s the spirit,” Xena teased. “Come on, Laris is bound to explode from excitement soon. Ms. Blight is gonna meet us there.”

,

“Ms. Blight! Ms. Blight, look! I got him!” Laris said excitedly, waving a struggling King over his head.

“I know, Laris. I see.” Amity sighed, pushing her mask up onto her head. “Very good job. Where did you even find him?”

Laris lit up at the compliment, and Amity could tell under the mask he was grinning from ear-to-ear.

“I found him in the trash,” He said happily.

Amity slowly looked back to King, her face portraying that of indescribable exhaustion from years of confusion.

“Someone threw awake a whole cupcake!” King defended, wiggling in the boys grasp. “Eda will come get me, you’ll see!”

“Pray that she doesn’t,” Amity mumbled. “Keene?”

“I doubt Emperor Belos will want much with this guy,” The man beside her shrugged. “Using him as bait seems like an obvious choice. Though we don’t know who will come after him.”

“Either Eda or Luz,” Amity said, gesturing for someone with a net to step forward. “I doubt Lilith will come looking for him.”

“Luz, huh?” Keene smirked down at her. 

“Owlet, Luz, same thing!” Amity grumbled, crossing her arms.

“And it was such a quiet day, too.” Someone in the group complained.

“I don’t want to hear this today, Archie.” Amity called back to them. “Was that Archie?” She squinted.

“I’m right here,” A different coven member in the front raised his hand.

“I can never tell you guys apart with the masks,” Amity sighed, turning back to King and seeing he was struggling and fighting to be put in a net.

“Come on, little guy, just get in,” Laris said, trying to wrap up the demon.

“You’ll never take me alive!” King squeaked back before proceeding to bite his hand.

Laris shouted in surprise and jerked back, taking King with him. Laris started waving his hand around, screaming as he was trying to throw the demon off of him.

Amity and Keene watched with tired eyes, barely reacting as the rest of the group tried to help Laris get the stubborn dog off his hand.

“For once, I wish Lilith would show up.” Amity said after a moment. “Then maybe we could actually get something done.”

“Didn’t you capture her last week?” Keene raised a brow.

“For two minutes,” Amity shook her head. “Eda was there, too. That’s why we barely had her.”

“I always miss the best stuff when I go on break,” Keene scoffed.

“At least you can have breaks.” Amity muttered.

“Get him off!” Laris shouted as someone grabbed King and tried to yank him off the young Coven members hand.

“Try the horns,” Amity called. “And pull up.”

They did so, and King’s grip loosened before he popped off, leaving Laris weeping about his bitten and bleeding hand.

“You dirty double-crosser!” King growled.

“Someone please fix Laris’s hand.” Amity sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “He’ll be fine, but I don’t want him bleeding everywhere.”

“Alright, you little twerp, you’re gonna get it,” Xena growled, looking ready to throw a punch.

“Xena,” Keene and Amity warned at the same time.

“You’re no fun,” Xena grumbled, stepping back and letting the other coven member hold King a good distance away from them.

“Okay, everyone just relax,” Amity held out her hands. “We have to prepare for an inevitable rescue mission. Someone go get those weird taser things back at camp I wanna try those out--”

“Incoming!”

A sharp breeze rustled Amity’s hair as something shot right over her head, too close for comfort.

Amity sighed with a smile, pulling down her mask as everyone scattered, dodging the owl-masked figure on her staff.

“Right on time.”

,

An arrow was fired in the sky and whizzed right by the Owlet. She was standing on her staff, crouched as she skimmed the heads of the coven.

“Everyone, fall in!” Keene shouted, rushing to the crowd. “Who still has nets? Did anyone bring a sword?”

“I’ve got Laris!” Someone shouted, pulling up the boy under his arms and dragging him out of the main area, right outside of the marketplace.

The Owlet paused in the air, searching the group for a few beats.

Her mask's large eyes paused on a figure in the back.

“Luz! Luz!” King waved his paws around from where Archie was holding him in his net. “I’m down here!”

The Owlet swooped low over the crowd, crouching even lower with one of her hands gripping the staff. 

A net was thrown, and the Owlet flipped her staff higher to dodge it. She gave a dive before suddenly screeching to a halt over the figure. She hovered just a few feet in the air, nearly laying on her staff now.

The Owlet broke into a wide grin.

“Hey, Amity,” She said slyly.

Amity stared up at the Owlet for a couple of seconds.

“Seriously?” She sighed.

Another arrow was fired, barely missing the Owlet’s shoulder. She finally looked back and rose higher into the air, her staff slanted upwards and hanging on by one hand, feet still placed firmly on the wood.

“Always love a good party,” The Owlet grinned. “Sorry to crash it.”

“Get the nets!” Archie commanded, stepping back and holding King closer. “Who brought those arrows?”

Invada hopped onto an abandoned stand and readied his bow. The Owlet threw a glyph from her capes pockets on the ground, and a massive tree sprung up instantly.

The arrows hit the tree and Owlet shot out from behind it, heading straight for Archie.

“Archie, move!” Amity shouted.

The man jumped to the side just in time, hitting the dirt and nearly crushing King underneath him.

The Owlet, who had very obviously not been prepared before arriving, tried to skid her staff to a sudden stop.

She crashed right into a closed stand, tearing off the cloth roof and falling behind the wooden counter in front of it.

Amity and Keene rushed to the stand as someone helped up Archie. 

The two peered over the counter, spotting the Owlet laying in a tangle of limbs and random junk. She jerked her head up before crashing back into the pile.

They shared a look with each other, though it was impossible for either of them to determine the others expression underneath the mask.

“This just isn’t my day,” The Owlet grumbled.

“I got her!”

Amity and Keene were shoved out of the way as Xena came barreling through, wielding a sword she had taken with her, of course.

The Owlet yelped and rolled to the side, missing the sword clashing with a tangle of junk.

“Que demonios, are you trying to kill me?” She squawked, scampering to her feet and dodging another swipe.

“Xena!” Amity scolded, though Keene did quickly pull her back. “We want her alive!”

“Like she couldn’t take on a challenge,” Xena replied, swinging at the Owlet once more.

The Owlet withdrew multiple ice glyphs and tossed one on the ground, letting the sword hit it. She took the momentary distraction and ran around the coven member, throwing the other glyphs onto the ground and activating them, trapping Xena in a cage of ice spikes in mere moments.

“Unfair!” Xena growled, struggling in her cold prison.

“And that’s why you don’t challenge the most powerful human in the Isles,” The Owlet taunted, standing just out of reach of the trapped coven member.

“You’re the only human in the Isles,” Invada grumbled, reloading another arrow.

“My point still stands.” The Owlet shrugged, carelessly stepping to the side as an arrow was shot and hit the ground behind her.

“I’m too tired for this,” Amity sighed. “Surround her! Archie, you stay back.”

“Course, ma’am!” Archie nodded, slinging the net over his back and causing King to flail.

“Oh, giving a bit more of a challenge today, I see.” Owlet smirked, turning casually as the remaining guards rushed to get in a circle around the human, including Keene.

“Shut up and let us just get you in a cage for five seconds,” Amity muttered. “I need to prove a point.”

“Is this about our conversation earlier?” Keene glanced back.

“What do you think, Keene?”

“Now I’m curious,” The Owlet said, leaning on her staff. “Would you mind sharing with the class, Ami?”

Amity stared at her for a moment, her expression, thankfully, hidden.

Keene, however, you could tell looked smug.

Amity raised her hand and summoned her staff. The moment she did, she slammed the end of it on the ground.

On the signal, the guards pounced on the Owlet.

The Owlet barely had a second to react before she was being crushed and trampled. She lost her staff in the chaos, as well as her palisman.

A net was thrown over her head and the human jerked, pulling out glyphs from behind her hood and darting up, jolting many of the guards trying to hold her down.

Her hand lit ablaze as she activated a fire glyph and burned a hole in the net. She swung the fire out in a circle, startling the guards back, singing their masks and capes to those who didn’t move fast enough.

She threw the fire aside, letting it die out as she withdrew smoke glyphs with both hands, both of them activating at the same time and giving the illusion her hands were made of the smoke itself.

The smoke grew in a second, and the guards were lost in it, coughing. A spike of ice shot up from the middle of the smoke, with the Owlet standing on top.

She jumped off the second she was high enough to avoid the smoke. Her palisman flew up to her, holding the staff in her talons.

The Owlet grabbed the staff as she fell, swinging onto it with a cheer.

“You’ll have to try harder than tha--”

An abomination rose before her, far bigger than their regular height. The Owlet gaped, caught off guard by the sight.

The abomination smacked her out of the sky, sending her right into the dirt. Her staff slipped from her fingers and lay a few inches away.

“That's a bruised rib cage,” The Owlet wheezed from where she lay on the ground, sitting up and rubbing at her head.

There was a sharp hiss and the Owlet jerked her head up, finding herself face-to-face with Amity’s angry palisman, Fang.

The palisman was still attached to his staff, a staff which Amity herself was holding, pointing directly at the thief's face.

The Owlet blinked up at her, surprised for a moment before breaking into a wide grin.

“Sup,” She greeted, leaning back on one hand. “You come here often?”

Amity faltered for a brief moment, her staff falling slightly before she shook her head and raised it up again.

“Do you have to do this every time?” She huffed.

“Yes,” The Owlet said simply. “Though I must admit, you’re a touch more aggressive today.”

“Don’t even start,” Amity growled, and her cobra's hood flared.

“That bad, huh?” The Owlet continued to tease. “Was it about me again?” She jived.

Amity tore back, speaking in quick, intelligible words, causing the Owlet’s smile to only grow.

“Ms. Blight,” Keene called, trying to pull Xena out of her ice prison as the rest of the guard were regaining their senses. “Please flirt in your own time, will you?”

“Keene we just talked about this!” Amity shouted, her staff completely lowered as she whirled to presumably glare at the man through her mask.

“My point still stands,”

The Owlet took the distraction and surged up, grasping her staff. She swung it like a golf club, knocking Amity’s own staff away and startling her.

In one fell swoop, the Owlet hopped onto her staff, standing once more, and flew right by Amity. She lifted her hand and grabbed her mask, tugging it off, knocking her hood down as well.

“Hey!” Amity exclaimed, whirling around as the Owlet flew high into the air, waving the beaked mask around.

“I’ll give it to you later,” The Owlet promised. “You seemed like you could use some excitement today.” She smiled, tucking the mask under her arm.

“Why do I put up with you?” Amity growled, her flushed face prominent as her ears flicked back.

“I can think of a few reasons,” The Owlet teased, relishing in the playful eye roll Amity gave her.

“I’m still here!” King shouted, struggling in his net. “Don’t forget about me!” “Oh, right,” The Owlet blinked, banking downwards.

The coven members ducked, avoiding a harsh whack to the head as the Owlet aimed straight for Archie.

The guard braced himself, setting down the net holding King behind him and preparing himself.

The Owlet instead swerved around him in a very sharp turn, snatching up the net with King inside and darting back into the sky.

“Wha--but--” Archie looked around, completely shocked.

“Better luck next time!” The Owlet called, hovering her staff high in the air and standing on it. 

She let the net fall away, and King pulled himself onto her shoulders, tail lashing grumpily.

“The things I put up with,” Amity mumbled, standing with the rest of the coven as they looked up and watched the Owlet, with Invada still trying to fire another arrow.

“Well, this was fun, but I best be going.” The Owlet said, throwing out a wind glyph to send the arrow off in a different direction.

“Till next time, Ami.” Luz winked, giving a dramatic twirl and taking her mask off during her bow, revealing a mischievous expression.

“See? See?” Invada shouted, pointing at the Owlet as they stared in the direction of the two guards they were bugging earlier.

“Can it, Vada,” One of them sighed.

With that, the Owlet placed her mask back on and shot off, nearly throwing King off with the whiplash. 

The guards watched her vanish among the buildings of Bonesborugh, all silent for a few moments.

“You don’t get crushes, huh?” Keene finally said, looking back towards Amity.

“Keene I will end you.”

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Incantation of Incineration pt.2

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As we were blessed by a continuation of the GODLIKE fanart, I have decided to keep my word (for once). Check the picture out if you didn't yet, you are missing out O_O -----> https://twitter.com/NxngOna/status/1388902556693405706/photo/1 Anyway, this one is a bit longer and a tad more sinful than the first one, so beware. Unless you are here for the filth, that is.

How does one control a demon?

That was the question at the forefront of Mikasa’s mind in the last week. Despite her doubts, despite all of her previous bad luck she finally managed to summon one but he was not obeying her in the slightest. The opposite in fact, she very much remembered his whispered threatening question.

“Do you feel in power?”

She didn’t, not back then, and Mikasa wanted to be prepared for the next time. Of course that there would be a next time! She had so many questions to ask, so many wishes to fulfill so many…

Ok, easy, first the controlling part.

The last time he was here the Demon was doing whatever he wanted. While it was only eating her out, for some reason, it was done out of his will and the goth was simply swept in it. Never again. Next time they meet, she will be the one in control.

Yet it was hard to fulfill such a wish.

The internet gave her dozens of websites, hundreds of articles and discussions, but combing through them Mikasa didn’t see anything that caught her interest. Searching the amazing book she found in the library, she didn’t find any help there either. If there was a demon-binding ritual, she missed it.

In her anguish the goth asked the smartest person she knew – her friend Armin.

“Ar, any idea how I could control a demon?”

He looked at her, pushing his glasses up a bit.

“What are you talking about?”

“I summoned one last week but I couldn’t make him do what I wanted.”

“I see…”, he didn’t believe her, of course he didn’t, but Mikasa didn’t mind that.

He would still help her because Armin was a ray of sunshine and the best friend a girl could ask for.

“Any specifics about this demon?”, he asked, “Might help me in my search.”

“Well, he was human-looking, but with horns and black claws. He also had strange markings under his eyes and there were torn shackles at his wrists.”

“Horns, markings, shackles…”, dutiful as ever, Armin marked it all down, “Okay, I’ll do some searching and see what I can find.”

Leaning over Mikasa hugged him, whispering a quiet thank you into his ear.

As always, Armin delivered.

It was in the evening when Mikasa was laying on her bed, eyes rowing over the text in her new spellbook when her phone pinged.

A: Found an article that matches the demon you told me about. Apparently you can bind him to you by the shackles.

M: what do I have to do?

A: You need a key which you have, use the one you keep wearing.

Mikasa did like to wear an old key around her neck, an old trinket she didn’t even remember where it came from.

A: The spell is described in the article, use that and the “Demon” should obey :)

Yea. “Demon”. Whatever.

M: thx, I owe you one <3

Opening the link Mikasa’s eyes quickly scanned the spell, muttering under her breath. She lacked a few key ingredients, the biggest one being a live bird (?) for some reason. The required red scarf – that was another thing that Mikasa owned, making her wonder just what kind of spell this was.

Luckily her parents were gone on another business trip and wouldn’t be back for another two weeks, giving her ample time to gather these things. She bought a canary in a pet shop, a new set of black candles and few flowers. Back home she made those into a flower crown, just as the spell required.

In the middle of the room stood the birdcage, the canary watching Mikasa prance around. The key was put in front of the cage, the flower crown around it. Last the scarf – the goth circled it around the crown before putting the candles in required positions, lighting them up.

There, that should be everything.

Keeping the article open on her phone Mikasa began chanting, strange words once again leaving her lips. Whatever those meant she had no idea, but the effect was almost immediate. First of all the candles snuffed out. Then the flower crown caught fire, burning into nothing in a split second. After that the scarf moved, flying towards her and wrapping itself around her neck without anyone touching it. Last it was the key – it turned on the ground with a screech and suddenly the birdcage sprung open, the canary flapping its wings and disappearing out of the window in a split second.

Mikasa stared at it all with wide eyes.

Well, that was quite something. When everything calmed and nothing moved anymore, she concluded the ritual. Hiding the birdcage and scarf and putting the key back around her neck, the goth prepared the usual pentagram with candles, pulling out the knife. Ready to cut herself under the eye again, she said the spell, raising the blade to her skin.

Yet before it could make contact, the smoke explosion was back.

Knocking her backward same as before, the Demon was there in full glory, eyes immediately flying to Mikasa. Thin lips twisted into a grin that exposed the sharp teeth.

“You don’t have to cut yourself anymore, my beauty, I have your scent now. When you call me, I will answer.”

Collecting herself from the ground, Mikasa took a deep breath and straightened, staring the demon in the eye. With just a slightly trembling hand she gripped the key around her neck, thrusting it towards him. It glowed, his shackles did too, and the demon’s face changed from smug to surprised.

“What is this?” he wondered out loud, raising his hand to inspect the torn chains.

“A spell I used.”, Mikasa said triumphantly, all giddy inside that it worked, “I bound you, you are now under my control.”

“Is that so…”

Slow, testing, he took a step towards her, the chains rattling slightly. Summoning all her mental strength Mikasa stood fast, clutching the key like a lifeline.

“S-Stop!”, she commanded the demon, praying to the dark god that the spell will work.

The demon’s whole body shook as he tried to take another step, muscles refusing to move.

“You…”, his eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint entering them, “You don’t know what you are playing with…”

With a grunt he threw himself against the invisible bonds, straining.

“Release me! Or I will make you regret it.”

Despite all these dangerous words, despite all the threats he was forced to stand still and Mikasa felt her lips curving into a smile. She won. Finally, she had a demon under her control.

“I don’t think that I want to do that.”, confident she circled the frozen statue, admiring his body now that she could take a good look, “I think that I will keep you.”

He had a lot of scars, crisscrossing all over his skin, cuts of all shapes and sizes. Fascinated by one that went around his throat, Mikasa reached out, running her fingers over it.

And that was a mistake.

Fast as lighting the demon’s hand caught her wrist, pulling her body against his. Suddenly staring upwards into his smirk, Mikasa felt all her newfound confidence melting away because there was pure rage hidden in the emerald orbs.

“That was a good spell you had prepared, witch, but unfortunately for you, I am very good at attaining my freedom.”

“I-…”, she tried defending herself but the demon wouldn’t let her speak.

His other hand came up, circling Mikasa’s neck and for a second she feared that he will choke her to death. That fear didn’t come true as instead of pressure she could feel his fingers drawing patterns into her skin.

“Let’s see how you like being controlled.”, he whispered, and suddenly there was searing pain on Mikasa’s neck.

She stumbled backward, released from his embrace, and fell to her knees, hands clutching her throat. It burned like hell itself and Mikasa screamed in pain, but as quickly as it appeared it was gone, leaving nothing but a memory in its wake.

Or not, as there was something hugging her neck now.

Carefully tracing the thing with her fingertips Mikasa identified a new choker. She had one before, a simple strip of black leather, but this one was different. It was more like a tight collar, adorned with metal spikes all around.

“How does it feel, being collared like a dog?”, the demon rumbled, getting her attention.

“I… Strange.”, she gulped, realizing that having this “gift” from a demon might not be a good thing for her wellbeing,  “C-Can you take it off?”

“I can but I’m not going to. First I have to show you what amazing things it can do.”, he pointed one black claw towards the magic book, lying on Mikasa’s bed, “You do love spells, don’t you? And what better magic is there than demonic one.”

“Wha-“

Again, the demon didn’t let her finish.

“What’s your name?”, he asked.

Mikasa didn’t want to tell him. Names had power, even more so in magic, and telling yours to a demon is a bad move. But as soon as the question left his lips she found herself answering, unable to stop the words from tumbling out.

“Mikasa Ackerman.”

He grinned upon seeing her confusion.

“See? I own you now, mortal. As long as the collar is on you, I can make you do anything I want.”, his eyes raked all over her body, a hunger appearing in them – the same one that was there the last time they were together.

“Anything…”

The thin, abnormally long tongue slid out of his mouth, licking his lips.

“And there is a lot I want to do with you.”

Despite literally owning her right now, Mikasa didn’t hear any malicious intent in his voice. There was the primal hunger, lust, and also a fair bit of anger but no real hate or resentment. He would make her pay, but it would not be done in a way that she couldn’t handle.

The implications left not only a tingle of fear in her, but also a tingle of arousal, and the goth unconsciously pressed her thighs together to hide it. Only it didn’t escape the demon’s ever-seeing gaze.

“Stand up.”, was his next order and Mikasa did so, body moving on its own.

“Take off your skirt.”, this time her face boiled red as she mechanically obeyed, and still the demon wasn’t done with humiliating her, “And your stockings too.”

Just as she unclipped the first garter, a new order followed.

“Do it slowly. Give me a nice show, I like watching you.”

And she did so, rolling the black material down her legs in the most sensual way she could muster, unwilling and unable to meet the demon’s eyes. She could feel them though, as his gaze burned its way all over her pale legs, now bare of any clothing. With her lower half in nothing but the black panties Mikasa straightened, waiting on the next command from her infernal master.

He was breathing heavily now, she could hear, every exhale laden with maddening hunger for her. Watching her undress got all the fires going, it would seem.

“As much as I would like to get on with the fun, I do have to punish you for trying to bind me.”, he twirled his long fingers, “Turn around and bend over, hands on the bed.”

Again, her body mechanically obeyed, turning around and bending over, exposing her ass to him. And what an ass it was, even better than the demon remembered. Pale, firm, and perfectly shaped, the memories of it in his hands made his mouth go dry. Not to mention the thighs right under, because those deliciously thick and muscled legs…. He was beyond hungry.

Not yet, he reminded himself, first the punishment. Then the fun.

There was a clink behind her and because peeking was not forbidden she looked over her shoulder, seeing that one of the multiple belts came loose from the demon’s black pants. He was twisting the leather between his fingers, snapping it.

The image itself was almost enough to make her fall on her face.

“I believe that a few lashes with the belts will do you good, wouldn’t you agree?”

It wasn’t an order, she realized, it was a question. The demon, a literal demon from hell, was asking her consent. Normally that situation would be so funny that Mikasa would burst out laughing, but that did not fit what was happening inside her body.

Logically she should say no, of course, but logic didn’t have a place here. She summoned a demon – one that gave her some incredible oral pleasure during their first encounter, one she tried to bind, unsuccessfully, and one that was about to give her some good old spanking in retaliation.

Fuck, she wanted it, she wanted it so much.

Biting her bottom lip Mikasa nodded, but the demon wasn’t satisfied with that.

“Words, Mikasa, use those.”

This time it was an order but he didn’t use the magic collar and when the goth girl spoke it was completely out of her free will.

“Yes, I deserve it.”

“Were you a bad girl?”

“I was… I was a bad girl, sir.”

Mikasa added that last bit unconsciously, and from the deep grumble she could guess the effect it had on the demon. Ooh, he liked that.

“Where I come from, there is plenty of sinners like that, so I have a good idea on how to fix you.”, the buckle clinked as he swayed the belt, “I want you to count the lashes, can you do that for me?”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

A satisfied huff and a bit of silence after, making Mikasa wonder if…

The first blow landed on her ass, the slap of leather against skin loud. Taken by surprise she cried out, the flare of pain running through the whole body.

“One.”, she pushed out and was rewarded by a second sting. It was painful, sure, but it also sent pleasurable tremors towards her core. Mikasa was always a bit of pain enjoyer, and this rough treatment was something from her wildest dreams. Being punished by a demon was more like fanfiction than reality, but it was happening to her -right here and right now, and she couldn’t be more turned on.

By the fifth hit, there were tears in her eyes.

By the tenth she was dancing on her toes, clenching against the belt.

Fifteen was enough to satisfy the sadistic demon, and when she cried that number through her tears, the belt dropped to the ground. Suddenly Mikasa was picked up, turned around, and practically slammed against the wall. Her legs automatically hooked around the demon’s waist while his hands held her, one around the neck while the other caught her wrist and pressed it against the wall, immobilizing her.

He was sweating, droplets of liquid sliding over his scarred skin but it wasn’t because of the physical exertion. No, it was caused by the inhuman effort it took to hold himself back from ravaging the teary-eyed goth right here and there.

Even as a demon, he had certain standards.

“You took the whipping well, too well even. Tell me, do you like pain?”

“A little bit…”, she muttered, very conscious of the fire raging between her slick thighs.

A grin spread across his handsome features, the demon couldn’t help but admire her face, now that they were this close. Her grey eyes were regarding him with a hint of fear in them, but there was also the undeniable arousal smoldering, and he wanted to see that fire burn.

Letting go of her for a second the demon grabbed the bottom of her black top, bunched between their bodies, and pulled upwards, revealing her chest. Nice pair of firm tits, covered by a simple black bra, just as pale as the rest of her.

Fuck, he wanted to suck on them.

Returning his hand to its previous place, anchoring Mikasa’s wrist against the wall, the demon spoke up.

“I punished you so now we can move on to a more pleasurable activity. However - I may be a damned soul but despite your stunts I do not wish to force myself on you. So I’ll ask now, and I order you to answer me truthfully – do you want me to go on?”

The goth girl in his arms shook with what he guessed was pure lust, squirming against the restrictive hold he had on her body. Her midnight hair slid over his nose, the addictive scent reminding the demon of just how amazing she tasted.

Forcing himself to wait was torture, yet he held on.

Meanwhile, Mikasa’s mind was doing leaps and bounds all over the room. Her ass hurt but it was nothing compared to what was happening in the other place – she was beyond wet at this point, so turned on that stopping her hips from rubbing on the demon’s amazingly muscles stomach was a chore. Yes, she had to prevent herself from humping him like a sex-starved maniac. His words weren’t an order, just like last time, and when Mikasa spoke it was her own lust doing the talking, nothing else.

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to touch you?”, he continued.

“Yes.”

“Now…”, he leaned closer, next words a whisper, “ Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Hng... I…”

“Answer!”

“Y-YES! Please!”

The self-satisfied smirk grew even wider.

“Well, all you had to do was ask…”

Letting go of her wrist for the second time the demon moved his hand between her legs, rubbing her place of weakness through the dark underwear.

“So wet for me, so willing…”, gently he nudged her face with his nose, rubbing skin on skin, “Is this what you want so much? To be railed by a demon?”

PleasePleasePlease

Unable to speak from the sheer amount of want inside her, Mikasa settled on nodding rapidly.

The hand moved again, much to her dismay, this time stopping in front of Mikasa’s face. A bit of transmutation magic later the claws were gone, replaced by black fingernails.

“Open.”, an order this time and Mikasa’s mouth fell open immediately.

Pushing his fingers between her lips, a new command followed.

“Suck.”

Again she obeyed, swiping her tongue alongside those long digits.

“As much as I want to take you right now, I must stretch you out a bit first.” The demon went on monologuing, his eyes glued to her face, “I’d prefer it if you screamed in pleasure when I fuck you, not in pain.”

Those words went right into Mikasa’s core as she throbbed, impatient to finally have him touch her. Maybe sensing her eagerness the demon pulled the fingers out, dropping his hand between her legs instead. Panties nudged aside and suddenly he was rubbing her directly, fingers parting her dripping pink lips. A slight tap on her swollen clit had her gasping for air, but the opened mouth proved to be a mistake.

The demon practically attacked her, lurching forward to press his lips against hers. The abnormal tongue was back, once again slipping into her mouth and caressing the familiar places. At the same time, his digits finally pushed inside her, slipping into Mikasa’s wetness with a somewhat disgusting sound. The moan forced from her throat by the penetration was swallowed by him, keeping her silent.

For now.

Even without the main treat it was still a full meal. The demon fingered her expertly, curving his digits to rub the good places inside while also keeping his thumb occupied by toying with Mikasa’s clit. The kisses were rough and breathtaking, sucking any oxygen from her and he only left her lips to attack the neck instead, biting and kissing everywhere, renewing the faded lovebites from a week ago. Again and again, those sharp teeth sunk into the porcelain skin and Mikasa felt like she was going to go crazy.

Not even fucking her yet but she was already on the edge. The demon sensed it, of course, having his fingers deep inside her, feeling the contractions of her walls grow faster and more desperate. Smirking into her skin, a single word fell from his lips.

“No.”

The collar burned around Mikasa’s throat and she found her body obeying, disregarding her wishes. On the edge but not falling, she found herself unable to climax, somehow being prevented from doing so by vile demon magic.

“You bast-“

Her protest was cut short because her lips were slammed by his own, stealing Mikasa’s ability to express herself. Whining in protest she was rudely ignored by the demon, who took his time to scissor the fingers inside her instead, stretching her open, preparation for what was to come.

Despite being denied her release Mikasa’s body was more than enjoying this. She was moaning into the kiss, writhing on his fingers, ready and waiting for him. Seven hells be damned, he couldn’t wait any longer. Tearing the panties away with a flick of his wrist and letting his pants dissolve into a puff of black smoke, the demon grabbed his painfully hard length as he angled it correctly against the inviting wetness.

Push.

Mikasa’s eyes widened, and her mouth fell open when she felt the head of his member parting her. She didn’t get a chance to look at it but judging from how it felt the demon was rather well endowed. The girth was impressive, stretching her beyond anything she felt before right down to her limits. This was a lot she was taking, and the demon was unyielding, hands gripping her waist as he impaled her, inch by inch. Insistent he forced himself in and Mikasa couldn’t do anything about it.

Yet her body accommodated to this fullness and the unpleasant feeling was replaced by a pleasant one. He went on and on until she feared that he will ram himself all the way into her guts but just as she was about to ask him to stop, the demon was fully sheathed.

Mikasa had never felt this filled in her life. The head of his member was pressed against the deepest part of her sex, no more space and no more length combining.

“Fuck,”, he cursed, “we fit together perfectly.”

On her part the goth couldn’t say a word, so full of him that thinking was impossible. Not that the demon mind that.

Gripping her waist he slowly pulled out, letting his length rub all the nice places inside her. When only the tip remained he reversed his move, pushing in again. In it went with a wet sound, out it went glistening with her juices, and he almost went feral upon seeing that.

Pushing down the need to ravage her, to split her open by ramming himself inside with full strength he continued this gentle dance of his hips, forcing her body to get used to him. Only when he felt her muscles weakening - when she gave way did he speed up.

In and out like a jackhammer, the demon was finally rutting into her with added strength and Mikasa couldn’t take it. She whined and moaned and gasped, unable to control her body at all. Her head fell back, knocking at the wall while her fingers curved against his back. She was holding onto him for dear life, black fingernails creating bloody lines in their path and adding to the plethora of scars on the demon’s back.

Still she couldn’t climax, still the collar’s magic prevented her from doing so and the goth could feel her sanity slipping away. She would beg if she could but Mikasa’s voice wasn’t of any use to her, anytime she opened her mouth only a sound of pure pleasure came out.

Helplessly open, Mikasa’s “Ah-Ah-Ah” was a direct feed to the demon’s ego. Oh, and what an egoist he was. Her voice was one thing, but when she throbbed down there – that was a feeling the demon etched into his memory with each thrust.

Edged, led on, and denied with the orgasm at the border of her vision, Mikasa was truly losing it.

She couldn’t speak so she screamed, screamed in pure desperation because the demon was now ramming the deepest part of her over and over again, grunting into her neck. Mentally she begged – with her eyes, with her touches, with her legs that squeezed his waist.

This was some truly hardcore fucking she was on the receiving end of, and Mikasa needed to let go, she would go crazy otherwise. The coil in her stomach was wound impossibly tight but unable to snap and it was getting too much to handle. The tears that fell from the grey eyes slipped over the red cheeks and landed on the demon’s body, finally waking him up from whatever pit of pleasure he was in.

Watching her, listening to her, and feeling her all around him, the demon deemed the punishment complete. Not even slowing down in the wild hammering of his hips, the slaps of flesh against flesh echoing through the room, he spoke. Three words, one sentence, and it was the most beautiful sound that Mikasa ever heard in her life.

“Cum for me.”

The collar’s magic was gone, the barrier dissipated, the coil snapped and the dam broke. Mikasa howled, her eyes rolling back and vision going white, black spots dancing all over it. The orgasm ripped through her entire being, from the tips of her curled toes to the ends of her sweat-matted midnight hair. She clutched to the demon because he was the only link to reality that she had, and the goth had to hold onto something otherwise her mind threatened to break completely, swept away by the overwhelming raw pleasure.

Sensing that if he kept it up she would truly go insane the demon slowed down, letting himself fully enjoy this feeling. Her walls fluttered like the wings of a trapped butterfly, the already tight passage grew even tighter and pulsed around his whole length. It felt amazing, out of this world and if he wasn’t a demon he would call it heavenly.

The slight wiggle of her hips woke him up from that place, putting him back to reality. Mikasa was watching him with wide grey eyes, pupils completely blown, the movements suggesting that she wanted to go down from her perch against the wall. She probably thought that this was it, that one mind-shattering orgasm is enough of a gift.

She was wrong.

“None of that.,” he denied her, tightening his grip on her sweat-slicked body, “I am far from being done with you.”

With those words, the most intense night of the goth’s life began.

During his aggressive fucking Mikasa’s remaining clothes, namely the black top and bra, were torn to shreds, leaving her in nothing but the spiked collar around her neck. In some strange need to bare her completely the demon even snapped her own choker away, leaving only the one he gifted her on.

The key was also allowed to stay and it dangled uselessly between her now fully exposed breasts, reminding Mikasa of her failed attempt to capture the demon. Now she was paying for it, when his sharp teeth closed around a nipple, sweetly tormenting the sensitive flesh.

Overall the demon took his time with her chest, kissing, licking, groping, and biting all over her breasts. Her chest was ravaged and Mikasa was bound to have so many bruises bloom on the skin tomorrow. Yet that was a problem for the future Mikasa to handle, the current one cared only about how great it felt, to have the demon’s teeth and tongue all over her tits.

She was taken in more positions and in more places than Mikasa could even count. The bastard spiked her pleasure with pain, slapping her ass while taking her from behind, irritating the welts that didn’t even get a chance to fully form.

Every suitable, and some unsuitable, place in her room was defiled by their activities as she was being maneuvered here and there by his unyielding touch. The demon expertly shifted his torment from denial to overstimulation, giving her more than she could handle and then some. He fucked her right into an orgasm and then right through it, holding her writhing body as she lost her consciousness in an unending stream of pleasure.

A sharp bite into the neck woke her, but if Mikasa thought that she was getting a break she was wrong. It felt like the longest night of the goth’s life and it was far from over.

Mikasa came a lot, losing count early into the debauchery, but the demon never finished, holding his release back. He also never tired, his demonic stamina far outpacing the one of a poor mortal. While at the start Mikasa was an active participant in their activities, by the end of it she was practically limp, praying to the dark god that she will survive this endless assault on her body and mind.

When the morning sun peeked at them from behind the windows, when the demon saw that his partner was on the verge of total blackout from sheer exhaustion, slipping in and out of consciousness, did he allow his iron self-control to break.

Coherent enough to pull out at least, he decorated her muscled stomach with spurts of unnaturally hot release. Wouldn’t want any half-demons running around now, would he? It was a lot, a night's worth of it, and Mikasa felt some splash as high as her face, but she was too far gone to care. Being a perfect demonic gentleman he even cleaned after himself with a muttered spell.

Only after himself though, so Mikasa’s filth was left behind for her to take care of. Whatever it was the limitation of the spell or just the demon’s twisted sense of humor, that would remain a mystery.

Just like that, it was over.

He was slipping out of her embrace and soon would be gone, leaving Mikasa with nothing but the ache and exhaustion. A deep part of her needed something, anything to hold onto, a word to connect these memories to, and “the demon” didn’t cut it anymore. She reached out, weakly grasping his wrist but he didn’t pull away, turning back to look at her.

“Please…”, she whispered, only half-coherent, “What’s your name?”

“My name? Demon’s names have powers, great powers, we do not give it lightly.”

“You know mine, it’s only fair.”

He snorted.

“A mortal name in exchange for an eternal one? Hardly equal.”

“Please…”, she begged again, “I want to remember you by it.”

For some reason he couldn’t explain, those words were tugging at the very base of the demon’s existence. He shouldn’t be this affected yet this mortal, this exhausted, sweaty, and filthy mess that could hardly string two words together after a night of demonic sex, this bundle of trembling muscles and pale skin marked by blooming bruises he left behind, this beautiful piece of ass that was welted by his belt just had power over him.

It wasn’t any spell the demon knew, but it was perhaps the most powerful pull he ever felt in his whole damned existence. He couldn’t say no to her.

He simply couldn’t.

“Eren.”, he said, “My name is Eren.”

Leaning down he pushed some of the sweat matted hair away from her angelic face.

“I hope that I won’t have to wait long until you summon me again, Mikasa.”

Giving in to the temptation the demon pressed a last kiss to her forehead, strangely loving and very un-demonic. And with that he was gone, disappearing back to wherever he came from.

On the ruined bed Mikasa sighed, already missing his warmth.

Was there a way to make him stay longer? Maybe even… permanently? The thought of having a full-time demon boyfriend made her giggle and she pressed her face into the pillow to muffle it.

The leather choker-slash-collar was still on her neck, gently tight around the skin, most likely left behind as a gift, and Mikasa already knew that it would become her everyday accessory. The spiked looked might be a bit too aggressive for most people, but she couldn’t care less. It was a gift from a demon, her demon, and she would treasure it.

Eren. His name was Eren and she would be seeing him again.

Soon.

[babyflossy]

don’t forget about me | h.rj

pairing: renjun x reader

requested: yes lmao this is for the angsty anon <3

summary: how could renjun possibly forget about you? everything in his life reminds him of you. from the moment he wakes up, to the moment he falls asleep, you’re playing on the forefront of his mind

genre/warnigns: angst, very sad, death, metions of car crash, unedited

word count: 2.4k (sad bitch hours; open)

it's cold. the november breeze is chilling and it floats down the neck of renjun's black coat. but he can’t feel the cold; not currently. nowhere in his mind is there even a sliver of concern for the goose bumps raising on his skin, or the purpling of his exposed fingertips. he pays no mind to the way his teeth start to chatter, or the way his shoulders sit stiff and sharp.

renjun doesn't notice, but the group of people behind him does. doyoung shoots taeyong a look which is returned by a shake of the elder’s head. doyoung knows he should leave renjun to himself, he needs this time to process his thoughts, but the way the younger's shoulders shake sparks concern. he felt a lot of that these days, always in respect to renjun. the way he closed in on himself, the way his eyes would search a room for something that was no longer there.

a bright shift of colour catches renjun's eye and he finds himself staring at a pinwheel, spinning delicately in the wind. the small spark of pink in the gray landscape is almost jarring. it may be a deep shade of magenta, but it looks like the dullest shade of red next to the flowers he has grasped in his hands. the wrapper crinkles every now and then as his fingers flex uncontrollably in the chill of the winter morning.

overhead, the skeleton of a tree casts spindly shadows on the frost-covered grass. the cold morning's sun casts a frozen glaze over the scene in front of him, heightening the details until everything appears crystal clear and precisely in focus. his eyes scan over the cold marble, bright white and angelic and for a sickening moment he thinks he might be drowning at the way his throat closes up. the words he was planning on saying are dying in his throat and he has to focus for a few prolonged seconds on his breathing alone.

a pair of polished black shoes crunch the grass and a hand falls onto his shoulder, wrapping around his shoulder as the perpetrator moves to stand next to him. renjun doesn't need to look to know it's kun; he can see the worried frown on his face without facing away from the sight in front of him. he doesn't need to turn around to see the identical faces on the rest of the people around him, and it makes him feel sick.

it's a sunny thursday in july and renjun sits on the beach. jeno lounges on one side of him, jaemin flicking through songs on the speaker on his other. in front of him he sees johnny chase donghyuck around, a stick covered in seaweed swaying precariously in his hands. the music jaemin chooses floats out the speaker and for a sweet, sweet second renjun is taken back to a time at a similar beach.

"renjun! stop!" the voice is accompanied by a shriek of laughter and a slew of curse words as the boy in question manages to push you into the water. he watches, a beaming smile on his face, as your head breaks through the surface, gasping when another wave hits you. a devilish smirk covers your face and renjun stops cold, knowing exactly what you're planning.

"y/n! no! i didn't mean it!" his pleas fall on deaf ears as you launch yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling. freezing cold water surrounds you, salt stinging your eyes. the first view you have out of the water is renjun's shocked face, not at all matching the jubilant grin on your own. with a disbelieving laugh he pulls you back to him, resting his hands on the backs of your thighs when your wind your legs around his waist.

when you can tell he's about to make a smart jab at you, you take the opportunity to press your lips against his, relishing in the way he sighs into your mouth. it seems you successfully distracted him, pulling away only for his lips to chase yours.

a shriek pulls renjun back to the present. it's donghyuck, screaming out for taeil to stop johnny who now has the stick dangerously close to the younger's face. the painful sinking of his heart momentarily disarms him, letting the sombre expression shine through. jaemin sees the change in his demeanour and swallows hard, thinking of something to distract him

"hey, renjun," renjun turns his head in recognition but his eyes don't leave the waves, as if he could almost see the memory play out in front of him. "you wanna come find the arcade?" lingering only a moment longer on the flashback, renjun buries it under his expertly crafted mask, a smile toying at his lips. jaemin knows it's insincere, but he'll take anything at this point.

the theme park is teeming with people. it's the opening weekend of the carnival and it was tradition to come on the saturday. mark had spent weeks convincing him it would be good for him to come this year, just like any other. renjun knows taeyong and doyoung and quite possibly kun as well had given him that advice, and mark was a good friend to stick to it. in the end, renjun had even started believing him.

he regrets that now, as he stands in front of the stall where he had won you the first gift you had ever exchanged; an oversized stuffed panda that was nearly twice your size. that same panda rested on his bed at the dorms now.

"these are rigged, i swear," the ball you throw narrowly misses the last can, and you sigh, turning to face the smiling boy next to you. your complaints aren't acknowledged by renjun and you watch in amazement as he throws his last ball at his own set of cans, hitting it straight on and watching in glee as it clatters to the ground. the joy on his face makes a matching smile light up your own face.

"can i have the panda, please?" he asks the person behind the counter, grinning at you as he is handed a ginormous fluffy bear complete with red bow tie. upon seeing your pout, he does nothing but poke your nose, loving the way your cheeks heat up. "you're welcome." the panda is thrust into your arms and you wobble on your feet before renjun's arms come up to steady you.

the panda has wide gleaming eyes and you look from its embroidered mouth to renjun's now blushing face before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, enveloping his cold fingers in your own. renjun swears his heart burst at that exact moment.

the theme park is teeming with people but as he scans the crowd, he cannot see your face. the crushing reality that you're not here crashes down on his chest and he suddenly can't find the breath he was holding before. before he can stop himself, the tears are streaming down his face. he faces away from mark, less out of embarrassment and more out of concern for the older boy. he knows his friends had the right idea but seeing the exact place you had stood and kissed him for the first time is suffocating.

taeyong rarely cooks for everyone, but this is a special occasion. the dining table is filling slowly and renjun waits in the hallway, staring into the mirror and trying to paint on the most convincing smile. he hopes the others don't notice his absent but deep down he knows they're all waiting with bated breath for him to enter. jaehyun and yuta help taeyong carry plate after plate of delicious smelling food to the table.

it seems fantastic, and renjun hears his stomach growl loudly. the sound makes doyoung's ears perk up, the ever-concerned older brother knowing how long it had been since renjun had eaten a proper meal. the last dish is brought out and taeyong sits down last at the head of the table. a round of murmured thank you's arises from the group before people start piling food onto their plates.

renjun reaches for the hotpot but his eyes fall to the seat next to him. he had carefully avoided looking at it until now, hoping if seeing is believing he could make it disappear. the chair is empty. it's empty and suddenly so is renjun's heart. the spoon clatters to the table, the chatter at the table halting. the more he stares the plush velvet, the empty plush velvet, the sicker he feels. doyoung reaches for him but renjun stands abruptly, the chair behind him swaying on its back legs. the group watches with sad eyes as the young boy makes a beeline for the hallway, breaking out into a jog when he hears someone else get up from the table.

on the rooftop the clear night sky spans over renjun's head. he lies back and stares upwards, letting himself have this moment of grief. the stars are bright tonight, but the tears in his eyes distort them until they spike outwards in little lines. hot, fast tears fall out the sides of his eyes, sliding down his cheeks and onto the cold concrete beneath him. the hard surface makes his head ache, but he can't bring himself to care. it's nothing compared to the feeling of his heart clenching painfully. some higher being must have been listening to his prayers on the roof, as he sits for hours unbothered by anyone else. car horns from the roads below create a distant song of chaos and disorder, reminding him that life goes on. life goes on for others, even if he's frozen in time. frozen at the moment he lost you.

the ringing is unbearable. it fills his ears and makes his head spin. his eyes open, but everything is upside down. there are feet in his line of sight, and he realises he doesn't remember what just happened. however, he can guess from the glass on the ground, the bloodied shards glinting in the sunlight. after a moment his vision stops swimming and he looks around, heart stopping as his eyes meet yours, wide and scared.

renjun's hearing is still escaping him, but you can't find the strength to speak regardless. vaguely, you feel a warm hand slip into yours. in front of you renjun is still looking at you, tears cascading down his face. you're not much different, hot streams of salty tears mixing with the fresh blood, slipping into your mouth and down your throat. the taste is mild, as if you can't comprehend the bitter aroma.

pain throbs through your head, your eyelids getting heavier with every second that passes. renjun is screaming for help and you think you can hear sirens in the mix. somewhere. distantly. a surge of white-hot fear jolts you back to the current, squeezing the hand in yours as tightly as you can.

the pain has numbed, you know it's a terrible sign, but you can't bring yourself to care. the darkness around you vision increases tenfold and you get the overwhelming urge to make the boy in front of you understand your thoughts.

"renjun," the voice that speaks is foreign to your ears. renjun's full attention is on you and the fear is replaced with a warm feeling that you recognise as love. "i love you."

"no, no, y/n!" he sobs, the sound is broken and painful to hear and you can do nothing but tighten your grip on his hand. "baby, keep your eyes open."

"i've loved you since we were thirteen, renjun. i always will."

"y/n–"

"don't forget about me."

the broken voice returns as your hearing fades away. "i love you so much, baby. wait for me, okay, i could never forget you."

renjun can hear your words in his mind every day. don't forget about me. he cannot fathom how anyone could ever forget you, let alone him. when he wakes up in the morning, his hands find the cold space you left behind. the green toothbrush you used every morning next to him still sits in the cup holder in his bathroom. your favourite cereal sits in his cabinets. he could never think about anything except you.

kun pulls him further into his side, offering a type of comfort only a select few can. renjun stares at your name engraved in the marble. the words gone too soon stand out. the plans you had together flash through his head; touring europe together, visiting his family in china, even the list of movies you wanted to watch is still saved in his phone.

renjun breaks away from kun's grip to lay the flowers down in front of your gravestone, tracing your names with his fingers. as he finished engraining the way your name swirls in the stone, he thinks back to every time he's done it before.

every sunny summer day spent here, a half-eaten picnic for two between him and the cold stone; every snowy morning he sits and tries to catch snowflakes on his tongue like you always used to; every warm autumn night where he sits and watches the stars above, telling you about all the conspiracy theories he's heard, all the facts about space he knows you would have loved to hear; every lazy spring afternoon when the flowers he planted next to your grave start blooming. he can trace your name by memory now.

don't forget about me. how could he? you're the constant warmness in his chest. you're in the shadows that follow him in the sun. you're in every promise he makes to himself. every time he falls asleep, you're the last thought that crosses his mind. how could he possibly forget about you?

somewhere deep down, he knows it wrong to be waiting for the day he can join you again. you would have wanted him to live his life to the fullest, enjoying every moment and only thinking of the good memories. but renjun's biggest comfort is knowing that you're sat somewhere watching him. watching him and waiting for him to join you.

waiting for him to come home, into your arms.

a/n: a double update,,, who am i? also i may or may not have ugly cried whilst writing this

[tired-college-student-writing]

A Match made in Therapy

Summary: JT and Dani know that outside of the Team Bright had very few people in his life. It was them, Gil, his mother, sister, therapist, parakeet, and his serial killer father. His circle of friends was small, but not as small as they seemed to think.

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“Yo, man you can’t be in here,” JT snapped as a tall, well-dressed man appeared in the doorway of the conference room. The leak of their possible serial killer, seven drowned men found in the same location, deaths ranging eight months, was much too high already and they wanted to keep the story under wraps as long as they could.

“Calm down, JT,” Gil said, mirth tickling his voice, “Matt’s a friend. Plus it’s not like he can see what we’re working on.”  

“What do you mean-” 

The man, Matt, smirked slightly as Dani’s words dried up in her throat as his white cane tapped over the ground lightly, “Don’t worry, I’m used to it. I won’t take up too much of your time, I just heard Gil in here and thought I would say hello while I wait for the administrative desk to retrieve forms I can read.” 

“Please tell me you aren’t here for  Harriet Ludman,” Gil asked, causing the other man’s lips to twist upward.

“No, Jessica Jones, but I could give your woman a listen if you thought my ‘superpower’ was admissible in court.”

“What?” 

He chuckled at JT’s question, “Gil and Mal always said I was like a human lie detector. Always could tell if someone was being truthful.” 

Gil snorted, “Also the only lawyer I know with a moral code.” 

“Hey,” Matt said with mock hurt, “Foggy Nelson works alongside me in our fight for justice.” 

“Uh-huh,” Gil hummed before grinning, “Might want to take a step to the left and cover the door with that cane,” 

Matt looked bemused, “Who am I tripping?” 

“You’ll see,”

“No, I-” Matt cut himself off with a tilt of his head, “Is that…”   

The detectives looked on in confusion as a crooked smile splits his face and he quickly steps back until he finds the doorframe and flattens his back to the left of it, cane crossing the entire doorway just below knee height. 

“What are you-“ 

Gil shushed them, “Just watch,”

“Edrisa’s autopsy is back!” Malcolm called before reaching the door, “It turns out I was right about the vics being dead before being submerGED!”

His words spiked as his legs were swept out from under him, landing in a crumpled heap on the floor. 

Dani attempted to hold back a snort as JT cackled openly at the profiler’s misfortune alongside Gil’s fond laughter.

Bright blinked up from the floor as he rolled onto his back, Matt smirking down at him.

“One of these days you’ll have to explain how a profiler can be so unobservant, Mal,” Matt teased lightly as he held out a hand. 

“Please tell me you aren’t here for Harriet Ludman,” Malcolm groaned, grasping the offered hand. 

Matt smirk grew with mirth, “Can’t say I am.” 

Malcolm’s face broke into a wide smile as he pulled the other man into a hug shocking the detectives. Bright wasn’t the type to initiate touch regularly. Sure he would give the occasional arm pat to them, or offer a comforting hand to hold to a distraught family member they were interviewing, but anything past that that wasn’t strictly necessary, someone else had to reach out first.

And yet the embrace between the pair was a level of comfort like they rarely saw in their profiler. 

“It’s so good to see you, Mattie ” 

“I would return the sentiment but,” he started with a sly grin only for Malcolm to groan and shove him away and towards Gil, who gave a deep chuckle before wrapping an arm around the blind man’s shoulders. 

“It is nice to see you two together again,” Gil said, earning a cheeky grin from Matt before he added, “That was not an opening.” 

“Yes, it was,” Matt countered.

‘“Not that I don’t enjoy Bright getting knocked on his ass,” JT cut in, “But how do you guys know each other?” 

Malcolm was practically bouncing, “Matt and I are childhood friends,  we met shortly after the Surgeon's trial.”  

“He didn’t judge me for being a walking Dickens’ character, and I couldn’t see that he was the Surgeon’s son, nor did I care anyways so we stuck together,” Matt agreed with a grin, “Gil and Jackie basically adopted both of us after we met.” 

“Walking Dickens's character?”  JT snorted, “Interesting description.” 

“A catholic orphan who was blinded while saving an old man and found his dad murdered,” Malcolm rattled off only to whacked with Matt’s cane, “Ow!” 

“Oversharing again, resident. Plus you know what they say about throwing stones.” 

Malcolm rolled his eyes, “They already know about my dad and still put up with me, Dani even said I was a friend! They’re not going treat you like you’re made of glass, Murdock, and if they do I’ll convince Gil to put them both on desk duty. ” 

JT startled looking at Malcolm like he just poured coffee on his lap, “What I had to say it allowed for you to get it?”  

Malcolm looked confused, “What?” 

“I put up with your skinny ass crashing my date with Tally, and you didn’t think we were friends?” 

The profiler froze, “Really?” 

“Yes, Bright,” the older man huffed, “geeze keep up.” 

“Oh…” 

“As happy I am that Mal actually managed to make more friends,” Matt cut in sounding entirely sincere, before he pointed an accusatory finger about four inches left of Malcolm’s shoulder, “I want to know why no one told me you were back to New York.” 

Malcolm rolled his eyes, “Ah yes, let me just find the man that changed his number, and moved apartments since I was last in New York.” 

Matt pouted, “My law firm is well known enough after the whole Fisk debacle that you could have found me.” 

“Fisk?” Malcolm asked with a scrunched brow, earning an eye roll from Matt. 

“ Yes, massive kingpin, fist fought some guy in horns named Daredevil? The weirdo brought all the legal stuff to take down Fisk to Foggy and I, ring any bells?” Matt snarked, “It ended a little over four months ago.” 

“Ah,” Malcolm winced, “I was… occupied during that time period,” 

“What,” 

“I was-”

“No,” Matt’s face hardened, his glasses suddenly casting dark shadows over his face, “I heard you. What do you mean you were ‘occupied’?” 

Malcolm shot a helpless look at his team only for Gil to raise a brow, “I’m not touching this, you’re the one that woke up Mama Murdock, you can explain.” 

“Well, I-”

“Matt,” A blond head poked into the door, What are you doing in here? We’re needed in room 3.” 

Malcolm’s panic shift to glee, “Hi Foggy,” 

The blond paled, “No,” 

“No what?” 

“No, you stay away from me murder boy!” he barked, setting the team on edge only for Malcolm to laugh with glee and edge towards him, earning a yelp as he dived behind Matt, shoving holding onto the blind man’s shoulders. 

“Ah, come on Foggy,” Matt teased, as he let the other man use him as a shield, “You love Malcolm.” 

“I did,” He groaned, “but last time he got near me we ended up with the beer cheese incident.” 

“I don’t even want to know,” Gil sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, “You really can’t be in here Foggy,” 

“Gil!” Foggy grinned, “No wonder Malcolm’s here,” 

“I can go places without Gil you know,” Malcolm piped up only to earn a round of snickers around the room. 

Matt reached out and stroked the air a few times before successfully patting Malcolm’s shoulder, “Of course you can, Just as long as Jessica is tracking that chip she planted in your arm.”

“Mother didn’t chip me,” Malcolm countered, “I’m a person, not a dog.” 

“Maybe she should have,” Foggy snarked, “You’d probably have a few less near-death experiences.” 

“Amen to that,” JT mumbled earning two cheeky grins from the pair of lawyers only for Foggy’s eyebrows to jump skyward as he saw one of the pictures posted on the wall of a bloated body. 

“Definitely wasn’t supposed to see that,” He groaned, slapping a hand over his eyes, “Matt it’s so gross, it looks like someone blew that guy up with a bicycle pump I’m jealous of your lack of eyes.” 

“Eyes still exist, and are still in my head thank you,” He countered with a tone that spoke of how ridiculous he found the statement that he clearly said more often than expected, “But we really should leave, Jessica is waiting.”  

Foggy groaned, moving towards the door, “Jones needs to stop breaking fire escapes.” 

“Who did what now?” Dani asked looking amused. 

Matt smirked, “You represent one vigilante, suddenly all the rest want you to be their lawyer too. Mrs. Jones is one of them.”  

“Wait, Jessica Jones, as in the Jessica Jones that works with Luke Cage, and the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen?” Dani asked with surprise, Malcolm’s eyes flashed wide when he heard the list. 

Foggy flashed a cheeky grin, “He goes by Daredevil now, but yeah. They’re our clients and we’re late for meeting with our client, so it was nice meeting you all but we should head out,” 

“Don’t be strangers,” Gil offered, “But Foggy,” 

“Don’t mention anything about what I saw,” He relayed back with a dismissive wave, “I know. I’m already trying to block out whatever happened to that dude from my head, I won’t risk your investigation.” 

“We’re not done talking Malcolm,” Matt called as he grabbed onto Foggy’s elbow, “I still need to hear about what had you so preoccupied.” 

“I have a feeling we have a lot of catching up to do,” the response made the lawyers pause, “I’d love to hear more about this Daredevil fellow and the other heroes you’ve worked with.” 

Matt gave a small smile, “Clearly you don’t know much about them. They’re not exactly heroes.” 

“I have a feeling they are.” 

[sukitaro]

Unseen Machinations

Nearest the hour of true midnight, Suki silently trekked her way along the main Mists roadway, flanked on her left by a darkened ocean horizon. The rhythmic crashing of gentle waves against shoreline rock faces did it’s part in keeping her footsteps casually slow. In her mind, there were few natural melodies sweeter to her senses. Her eyelids lowered just a tad, only to lift up once again as she had arrived at her destination - her beloved Onsen estate.

She silently opened the main door to the interior izakaya, dutifully removing her boots and leaving them off to the side before making her way for the hallway to lead to the Onsen ‘dorms’. Much had unfolded in the previous few weeks in way of development and drastic alterations to her daily way of life. Even with the looming apprehension of rehearsing for the Onsen’s much beloved seasonal Street Faire, her focus was elsewhere. A fresh environment with the widest array of technological wonders and tools of war a rather superstitious girl could imagine. She favored her beasts - be in domestic or far too massive for a household setting - but spent what free time she was afforded learning of such convoluted mechanical theories and tricks. It was of benefit to learn the basics in any given field. Difficulties inevitable, she was hardly alone in her attempt to understand.

Her assistance came in the form of cat ears, a love for chocobos and an unending zeal for the exciting things in life, be it Blitzball or Magitek inventions.

He was a man known to her for the better portion of a year. Their time spent getting to know one another had been woefully cut short time and time again. Still, time and time again he solidified himself as a stalwart protector. It wasn’t until the conclusion of the return of the accursed Kisaragi that she learned a rather unfortunate truth. He was…

She halted as she neared her room. She settled her gaze upon her front door, opened as wide as the hinges would allow for. The Raen knitted her brows together, casting a wary look over her shoulder down the long pass of the hallway. Having returned from her exploration of the wider Coerthas and Dravanian area that week, she began to wonder if she -had- forgotten to shut her door before embarking. Perhaps.

Inhaling, Suki reached for a hoodie pocket, pulling free a diminutive Kunai blade. She crept for the interior of her room, as low to the ground as she could bend. The Raen stood in the center of her relatively empty abode, feet shoulder width apart. She let the sound of silence hang for the moment before pivoting on a heel, shutting her room door with a gentle ‘click’.

“Took your time, did you?”

A silhouette stood, leaned lazily against the wall to her left with arms folded. Decked out in an impressive show of odd armor, littered with metallic plate and small sections of artificially glowing light with a neon red tint. He was a Midlander of taller-than-average stature, any defining features were masked by black metallic leathers and a masked hood, two slits of gleaming red to allow for adequate sight. He stared off to the opposite side of the small room, seeming generally disinterested in however the Auri would take to his presence.

Suki whipped about, jamming the tip of her wielded Kunai blade towards the unexpected guest. She was hardly equipped for a confrontation. A white hoodie, black jeans and grey faux fur boots were all she had on her person. <”What exactly do you think you’re doing?”> Her tone was sharp, tail swiping at the air in a clear show of aggression. <”Are you lost?”>

The stranger drummed his digits along his biceps. “I dare not speak your savage tongue.” Continuing in Eorzean Common as she spoke in native Hingan. “I was feeling a bit lonely. We are social creatures.” He droned on, pushing himself from the wall and sauntering towards the shoji screen leading to the nightly futon. As he slid it open with a finger, he casted a look over his shoulder. “Never quite understood your deplorable cultural fascinations with everything paper and fragile.”

“I have not the time or willpower to explain to an intruder. Get. Out.” Suki tightened her grip on her Kunai, taking a footstep forth. “You wish for company? Pester one of your own. You reek of Magitek. I am not fooled easily when dealing with your kind.”

“My own?” He mused, slowly pivoting on a heel to face her head-on. Still a yalm in distance from her readied blade. “They are convenient at best, aimless at worse. After all...yours’ is a face I have committed to memory. How long? Two winters?” He regarded the Auri with a canted head, arms at his sides. Cool, confident, and plainly sure she would do no harm. “Torvath had always proven himself little more than a screeching meathead unfit to lead a band of infants, let alone a squadron to call his own.” The stranger fell silent, a transparent and complicated ring of an unknown pattern manifesting before his left eye. Floating and analyzing, as if he had activated something amidst the monologue. “Did you think us gone?”

Knitting her brows, Suki listened with an increasingly puzzled expression. “Ralis quo Torvath? His squadron? I had hoped you lot would have found better ways to go about your day. Regardless, you are of little worry to me. Just another name to be forgotten in a winter’s time!” She charged, Kunai poised for the throat in a stabbing motion.

The Midlander’s recently produced ‘red ring’ sparked in intensity, sending a pressurized pulse to burst from the center point.

The Auri’s Kunai fell to splinter the tatami flooring, hands flying up to grip at her horns as she collapsed to her knees a few yalms away. Her knuckles were white. Tail curled upwards in a sharp display of discomfort. Lowering her forehead to the tatami, veins popped along her throat and forehead, her limbs following suit - even if covered with loose fabric. Feeble attempts to speak were muted, as if she feared an open mouth would subject her interior to the same agony. The pressurized pulse continued to radiate in waves, rattling her teeth.

“What a situation. You wish to discuss ‘better ways to go about my day’?” He approached the downed Raen, standing over her form and leaning down. “Magitek mastery. Allagan enhancements. The knowledge of the VIIth Legion is hardly lost to me.” With his closer proximity, the waves of pressurized pulses savagely spiked in severity.

Suki tore her elongated canines into the tatami flooring, splintering the material as small cracks formed within her horns and sections of her tail. After some time more, a tail spine detached entirely, falling to the tatami in a shattered heap of fragments. Blood welled up from her palms, grip on her horns reaching a critical high. Still, no words came out.

The stranger, after another few moments of maintaining his produced pulse, abruptly cut it off. The ring hovering before his left eye dissipated, sending the Auri onto her stomach in panicked heaves. He watched her silently, pivoting on a heel and heading for the front door. “Perhaps in another scenario, you will remember this day. Choose your battles wisely.”

Suki carefully watched him leave, just in time to see him open up her door. He slowly faded into nothing, and after another moment, all was quiet. Letting her head drop again, she caught her breath. Mind racing.

It was a doomed second encounter waiting to happen.

[saintheartwing]

Undertales of Friendship: Beware the Man Who Speaks in Hands

Frisk was not having very good dreams.

Over and over, he would find himself descending down, down into the dark recesses of the "True" Laboratory beneath the normal place where Alphys had worked in the underground. The walls a dark green, a chill running through the air, a faint fog all around his feet as he nervously stepped past patient chair after patient chair. Over and over again he'd approach the sinks in the back of the room, turning them on to get the key one of them had inside them, hoping to flood the sinks and for the key to either float up, or the pipes beneath to burst open to get what he wanted. Yet that always gave way to the sight of that...THING coming out of the third sink.

A cute little round, cheery face, twisting and bulging and morphing into a monstrosity with a horrific laugh, large black eyes with pinprick white pupils gazing back. A tongue lagging out of one of many mouths, eternally crying and bleeding-black eyes on a whispy, curved tail like a scythe. This...this odd, strange, faintly melted specter of many faces looking back at him, three in a row all rising up from the sinks, mouths opening and closing and all speaking at once, and saying the same phrase again and again.

"LOREM IPSUM DOCET.

LOREM IPSUM DOCET.

LOREM IPSUM DOCET."

Frisk knew what it meant. Sorrow itself teaches. And he knew what these things were. Pieces of what had once been the Royal Scientist of the Underground, WingDinG Aster, aka Gaster, as he preferred to be called. More bestial and darker traits had risen up in this little "Mini-Me" of Gaster, and they were really only interested in one thing.

"Come join the fun."

"It's a real get together!"

"Become one of us! One of us!"

"You'll be with us soon." The Memoryheads intoned, as more heads sprang up around Frisk, knocking him back as they bulged and popped, Frisk shivering as the Memoryhead closest to him intoned in a dark voice.

"Sorrow itself teaches."

"Teaches what?" Frisk asked. And again the Memoryheads would get closer...closer. "Look, I-I don't want to join in the fun!" He insisted. How many times had he done this before, only to be ignored as they leapt on him and-

But now it was different. Now they merged together, popping and squishing into one, growing larger and larger as an enormous black maw opened slowly and a voice faintly echoey in tone rang out.

"I only want what's mine. And you have a part of it."

"Wh-what's that?" Frisk asked, a gigantic head now staring down at him, white pupils gazing deeper and deeper into him as Frisk found himself sinking, going further into the endless black that was engulfing him-

And then he awoke, Fluttershy the Pegasus gently dabbing a cloth over his head as he sat up on her couch, glancing about her little cottage. "Wh-what happened?"

"Oh, Frisk, sweetie, you fainted in the middle of feeding the chickens outside. Is it too hot for you? I don't know why you always wear a long-sleeve shirt." Fluttershy sighed a little, waving a hoof in the air. "I mean, blue does bring out your eyes, but you must get very hot."

"No, it...it isn't that." Frisk muttered, holding a hand to his head as he cringed. "I keep having these bad dreams and I haven't slept well lately."

"...dreams?" Fluttershy murmured. "Hmm. You know, I think I know someone who could help with bad dreams." She offered with a gentle smile, clasping her hooves together and beaming.

And indeed, a quick letter from Spike was sent out, and Princess Luna of Equestria was soon back in Ponyville, happily meeting with Frisk as the tired, ragged-faced, scarcely-able-to-keep-his-eyes-open child moaned, rubbing his head as he laid on the couch in Fluttershy's home. Fluttershy handed him some golden flower tea, another very popular dish brought up from the Underground thanks to the kindhearted Toriel, and Luna thoughtfully looked him over, dark blue eyes gazing intently at him as Sans, who was also there to look after the kid, gave the kid a hot dog. Or rather, a hot cat.

"Ugghhh. I'm sorry, Sans. I don't feel like eating it."

"geez. ain't even hungry enough to have one of my specialties? now I KNOW somethin' ain't right with you." Sans said, shaking his bony head back and forth. "maybe a joke'll cheer you up. what do you call a guy who gets run over? tired."

Fluttershy, Luna and Frisk all slooooowly turned their heads to directly look at each other, then at Sans, saying absolutely nothing. "..."

"...wow, something IS wrong with you. not even a chuckle." Sans commented with a surprised look on his face.

"I can see his soul's aura. It is plagued with bad dreams. Something has a grip on him." She reasoned aloud. "Frisk, I ask of you. Tell me EVERYTHING thou dost remember of thy dreams. It's most imperative."

"I'm dreaming of these...amalgamates. Melted-together things, pieces of a person that used to be. They're called Memoryheads because they're...well, they're like living heads that are the embodiment of a memory of a man." Frisk said, his tone sounding just as exhausted as the child looked. "A man named Dr. Gaster. He used to be the Monster Kingdom's Royal Scientist...and he was Sans and Papyrus's big brother."

"Whatever happened to him?" Fluttershy softly inquired.

"He fell into his machine, into the time/space continuum and now's in pieces."

"what Frisk here means is that he's at a PIECE conference." Sans remarked wryly.

Many, many, MANY miles away, something stirred. A very furious growl turned into a roar as a cracked face snarled out high and loud enough to crack every glass window in Canterlot. Which it DID.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT BONEHEAD SAID THAT!"

"OW. OW. Sans, that joke was so bad it's physically hurting me, OWWW." Frisk moaned out, Luna whacking her head against the nearby wall over and over again, Fluttershy covering her face with one hoof as Sans nonchalantly shrugged.

"maybe you're right. guess I should leave and make sure you get some-"

"DON'T YOU DARE-"

"PIECE and quiet."

"OHHHHH." Frisk groaned, writhing on the couch as Sans exited the house, laughing uproariously as another pained groan echoed out from miles away in Canterlot.

"Ugggghhhhh. How detestible. He should put more backbone into his pu-" Princess Luna began to say before cringing. "Oh sonofa-"

"HA!" Sans laughed.

Unbeknownst to them, it wasn't Frisk who was in the most danger. No, that dubious honor went to Papyrus, who was hard at work in his new job as a guard for Princess Celestia in her palace at Canterlot. Well, "work" is a strong word. Because currently, he was, along with the other guards, enjoying a nice game of charades with her. Celestia was pantomining a clown to demonstrate the circus, though the guards couldn't quite pick up on that, least of all Papyrus. Then again, perhaps the other guards DID realize it, they just couldn't speak over Pap's VERY loud voice.

"OH! OH, YOU ARE A FLOWER! NO, NO WAIT, YOU ARE A PATIENT FROM AN INSANE ASYLUM! NO, NO WAIT! A MAGICIAN! YES, I AM CERTAIN YOU ARE A MAGICIAN! IS THE WORD MAGIC?"

Celestia chuckled a little, Papyrus happily bouncing up and down in the throne room as she cheerily smiled back, some of the other guards jabbing each other in the side, snickering a bit at his childish exeuberance. It was really quite adorable.

But then the room began to get dark and cold, a chill settling in as Celestia realized that she could see her breath right in front of her. She gasped, quickly looking around the room as the expanse all about her began to convert into utter shadows, and she narrowed her eyes. Was this Discord playing a prank? It couldn't be Sombra, he wasn't around anymore! What was going on?

"...PaPyRuS..." A voice whispered, its voice haunting and echoing as Papyrus stiffened in shock, Celestia looking over in his direction before inky blackness began to swell around him, Papyrus struggling to get free of the darkness that was engulfing him. He let out a gasp, trying to push the other guards away so they wouldn't get sucked in, Celestia racing towards him.

"NO! PRINCESS, STAY BACK! I DO NOT WISH YOU HARMED!" Papyrus insisted, the blackness carefully pinning his arms to his sides as a form rose out of the black, its face skeletal, one black crack running up its right eye, another running down towards its mouth on the left as it gazed over Papyrus, bony hand clasping Papyrus's cheek. "DO...DO I KNOW YOU?"

"You don't remember, Papyrus?" It spoke. "I remember everything about you. Everything."

Papyrus's mouth gaped open slightly, Celestia taking a step forward, eyes intently narrowed as her horn glowed. "You release him NOW. I will not allow you to harm an innocent."

"I only want what's mine." The being said. "I need...to make USE of you." It told Papyrus.

And with that, the inky blackness exploded outward like a bomb, Celestia reeling back along with the guards as she gasped, glancing around...

Papyrus was gone.

AN HOUR LATER...

Sans was calmly sitting on a bench in the park, leaning back and doing nothing. Just the way he liked things. Calmly sighing, he looked up at the sky, and the clouds idly passing by as he saw Papyrus approaching off in the distance, dressed in his normal attire and eagerly sitting down next to him. "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" Papyrus asked Sans.

"well, i like to watch shapes in the clouds. that one looks like a flying dragon, see?" Sans said, pointing with a bony finger up at a draconic-shaped puffy cloud that looked like it was belching out 'flames', Papyrus nodding in agreement.

"OH, YES, IT DOES INDEED."

"and that lil' one over there looks like a mother duck, and the other ones after it are lil' ducklings."

"LIKE THAT CUTE LITTLE BIRD THAT LOVES TO CARRY PEOPLE OVER RIVERS?" Papyrus inquired.

"yeah. we gotta treasure that bird." Sans agreed with a calm, respectful nod.

"MAY I TRY ONE?"

"of course, paps." Sans said with a wink, Papyrus rubbing his long chin before pointing upward with a red-gloved hand.

"OOH! THAT ONE LOOKS LIKE A WOUNDED DERPY WITH SMOKE COMING OFF OF HER WINGS-"

KRAKKA-THROOOOOM! Derpy Hooves crashed hard into the market, a cry of "MY CABBAGES" echoing out through the air as a loud "Sorry' echoed out soon after, Derpy limping by them, angrily holding up an exploded mailbag, complete with the shredded remains of what had been a suspicious package and cake frosting and cabbages all over her body, Sans raising a nonexistent eyebrow as he looked her over.

"what happened?"

"It's a SICK world we live in with SICK PONIES!" Derpy shrieked, grumbling darkly as Papyrus shook his head back and forth.

"WHAT A SHAME. THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER SEND MAIL THROUGH THE POSTAL SYSTEM."

"yeah. i'm guessing that was a Boom Boom Cake of Pinkie Pie's."

"HOW CAN YOU TELL?"

"cuz she's got a real explosive personality."

Silence for a long, long time before Papyrus wryly remarked "...I HATE TO TELL YOU THIS, BROTHER, BUT YOUR JOKE JUST...BOMBED."

Sans stiffened a little, slowly turning his head, as if truly seeing Papyrus for the first time, his mouth agape in surprise as Papyrus put a hand on his shoulder...with incredible weight behind it. "you're not paps."

"NO...I'm not." The being that was not Papyrus said. "You know who I am, Sans. And you know why I'm here. You understand why."

"gaster, come on, he's just a child-" Sans began to say, Gaster's stolen form shaking its head back and forth solemnly.

"I'm not going to harm him anymore than I've harmed Papyrus. Or that I'll harm you. I only want what's mine." Gaster explained."Now come. It's time for all of us to be one big family, Sans. The way it should be." He intoned kindly, as Sans felt a large embrace engulf him, the shadows swallowing his form as he fell deeper, deeper, deeper into the abyssal black around him...

And then, within a few moments, there was only what appeared to be Sans on the bench as he made his way back towards Fluttershy's cottage. "now then...third time is the charm."

...

...

...

...Frisk was still on the couch, fast asleep as Luna held a hoof to his head, focusing intently, her lips slightly pursed. Fluttershy stood nearby, biting her lip as the light softly filtered in through the window, bathing over Frisk in soft golden light as Luna cringed.

"This is serious. An immense block is inside his mind. Whatever's inside him has placed a mental barrier that I cannot easily break through. I will need additional help, Fluttershy." Luna sighed at last, removing her hoof from Frisk's forehead before steepling her hooves, lying back in the chair she was sitting on. "He will have to be taken to Zecora."

"taken to ol' stripeybutt, huh?" Sans's voice rang out as they turned, seeing he was stepping out of the closet, Fluttershy gasping as she slightly jumped up in the air. "what? c'mon, Fluttershy. nothing wrong with a couple skeletons in your closet. everybody has 'em."

"I take it you could simply...shortcut your way to Zecora?" Princess Luna mused aloud as he looked Sans over, the skeleton giving a cute little wink, showing off a faintly royal blue glowing eye as Frisk was softly hovered through the air and over towards him. "However are you able to do that?"

"ahhh, blue magic runs in the family, really." Sans the Skeleton remarked with a shrug. "both my brothers got different mastery over it. But Paps's spirit's tied to the trait of Bravery, so his magic comes off more orange. Me, I'm patient, so mine's light blue." He remarked with a shrug, unzipping his blue jacket as the sleeping Frisk was caaaarefully lowered down, down, and soon, was perfectly positoned right in front of Sans's form. With a little smile, Sans zipped his jacket back up, Frisk now warmly tucked away in the jacket almost like a mother kangaroo with her baby joey, as Sans patted the sleeping child on the head. "theeeere we go. all snug as a bug in a rug."

"You've been waiting to do that to him for a while, haven't you?" Fluttershy asked with a smile. "I can tell."

Sans gave her a big grin. "oh, you've no idea." He said, reopening the closet. "i'll see you two later. got a lot to do." he remarked before popping into the closet again, Fluttershy smiling before suddenly stiffening up. Something hadn't been right. What had he said? "My magic's light blue".

...but Frisk had been surrounded in a royal blue light.

"Princess Luna, I think something terrible has just happened." She realized aloud, wheeling around and looking into Luna's eyes. "We need to find Ms. Toriel immediately."

Meanwhile, Frisk was still tucked away inside the jacket as Gaster-Sans calmly walked down the forest path, heading to the abandoned Castle of the Two Sisters, the old castle of Princess Luna and Celestia. The castle was long overgrown, its steeples crumbling and cracked with trees around it drooping and saddened, everything about it giving off the air of dejection and abandonment as Gaster's borrowed form approached the front of the castle and pushed the doors open. Little Frisk was still fast asleep, Gaster's stolen form looking quietly down at Frisk, biting into a lack of bony lip.

He felt guilt. Frisk had been nothing but kind and loving to monsters like him. He'd freed his kind, he'd given his brothers something to live for again. Such a dear child.

"I..." He hesitated, gently stroking Frisk's brown-haired head. He just looked so cute, all tucked away tight and warm and safe in his jacketed body. "...he's just a child..." He murmured.

But he wanted to be whole again so dearly. To just be himself. Before he'd only been able to hold onto the material world in little bits and pieces, barely able to manifest for more than five minutes. But now with Sans and Papyrus sampled...

And soon it would be three with Frisk. Out of everyone in the Underground, four had the strongest physical connection to him. He'd been scattered in pieces across the Underground, and had barely managed to scrape enough of himself together for this wild, desperate plan. He needed four souls, and the pieces of himself within them: Sans, Papyrus, Frisk and Alphys. With Papyrus, his physical form would become more stable. With Sans, his mind would get more stable. With Alphys, he could get back his Soul. And with Frisk would come his heart, his compassion. He needed that. He needed to feel again. To just love someone.

"You're only feeling remnants of a man who once was." He murmured to himself, gently taking Frisk's sleeping form out of his jacket and laying him on a table as his visage began to shift, growing taller and darker. "You don't truly feel guilty. All you feel is a shell. Intellectually, you know you should feel disgusted. But you don't truly feel it. With the child claimed, you will. With the child claimed, you will feel again. Be almost utterly whole again. It's everything you want, isn't it?"

He now stood tall, a large skeleton in a dark cloaked robe with a silver undershirt, his form lean and faintly thin. A black crack ran up his eye, another running down to his mouth from the other eye, his skeletal hands having large holes in the center as he gently laid one on Frisk's head. "Believe me." He spoke softly to Frisk. "I'm truly grateful. With this, I'll be whole again. And you'll never be alone." He offered, shadows beginning to rise around Frisk as his SOUL was exposed...

Gaster flinching as he reeled back, cringing as he clutched at his chest, feeling his remnant of a Soul, his pale imitation flinching. Damn. The soft light of Sans and Papyrus within him were objecting. They were almost utterly overpowering him. Perhaps he couldn't claim the child yet. He'd need more raw power. Perhaps Alphys would do. Her Soul was rather weak-willed in comparison, and would provide the boost needed.

Ah, well. For now he could at least do one thing with the child. Carefully lifting the child up, he placed him between the folds of his coat as he buttoned it up more, the little one nicely tucked away inside him as he softly enjoyed the gentle movements of Frisk turning ever-so-slightly in a peaceful slumber. Sighing, Gaster sat down against a nearby wall, and softly drifted off to sleep himself to join the child in dreamland...

TO BE CONTINUED...

[drabbles-by-del]

A Living Nightmare (Trollhunters Fic)

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Jim stared at his surroundings, praying it wasn’t real. “No, no, no,” he muttered as he grabbed his hair. His fingers brushed his horns, and he flinched slightly, still unused to the hard spikes on his head. His appearance however, was the least of his concerns at the moment. “What am I doing back here?”

The damp, musky smell. Loud, echoey chambers that gave away his position every time he took a step. The black rocks infused with haunting green light. He was somewhere he never wanted to set foot in again: the Darklands.

“This is a dream,” the Trollhunter muttered, shaking his head. “Time to wake up.” He quickly closed his eyes and rubbed vigorously, then gave his arm a nice pinch for good measure before looking around again, hoping his situation had changed. It hadn’t.

“Come on, wake up Jim. Wake up!”

Slapping himself did nothing to change his predicament either, though it did leave his cheek smarting afterwards. Before he could try anything else to wake up, he heard a deep grumbling laugh from behind him.

“Pathetic.”

Jim’s blood froze in his veins. He knew that voice, but it was one he hadn’t heard for ages.

“Bular?”

This is a dream, Jim. Bular isn’t really here. You killed him on the bridge. He’s gone.

“You may have killed my body, Trollhunter, but where do you think the rest of trolls go when they die?”

“No … no, that’s not right. They go to the void!”

Another chuckle sounded, but this was one Jim had heard more recently. “Gunmar,” he growled. In an instant, Eclipse appeared in his hands. Now if he could only see his enemies …

“Be that as it may, Trollhunter, this is all in your head, isn’t it? To you, all trolls like my son and I belong in the Darklands, not the beautiful rest the void provides.”

“It is a dream?” Even if the assurance came from Gunmar, it still provided Jim with a modicum of relief to have someone else confirm it as well.

“You think you defeated us, tiny champion,” a new voice said from above. “But we’re never far away.” With a jolt, Jim’s eyes shot upwards, and he backed away as he saw Morgana descending towards him. He didn’t get very far before he backed into something hard, and large hands wrapped around his biceps. Even in Jim’s new, bulked out troll form, Bular’s hands still engulfed his arms like they were twigs, and when the massive troll squeezed, Jim felt like his bones would crumble to dust. Jim grunted and struggled, but nothing he did freed him from Bular’s grasp, and only made Bular squeeze harder. Finally, for the sake of his arms, Jim stilled. Eclipse dangled in Jim’s hand, but with his arms trapped and unable to move, it wasn’t much use at the moment. Hopefully he could use it soon.

Morgana touched down and sauntered toward the Trollhunter. From behind the Pale Lady, the hulking figure of Gunmar appeared, his black and gold body glowing.

“No matter where you go, no matter where you and your tiny friends find to hide, we will always find you.” Morgana was close enough that she ran her fingers over Jim’s cheek. The teenager impulsively bit at the witch, hoping his new incisors would do some damage, but she pulled back.

“Tsk tsk, tiny champion,” she said. “When will you learn manners?”

Out of nowhere, one of Morgana’s golden whips appeared, and she lashed out at the young Trollhunter. This time though, instead of wrapping around his wrists or chest, the golden thread coiled around his throat. Even if the move hadn’t cut off his airway, the strand burned like the sun, and Jim found himself gasping in pain as well as desperation for air.

“It’s just … a … dream,” the teenager groaned out as he jerked and fought against Bular’s grip and Morgana’s rope. “It’s not … real!”

“It may be a dream, boy,” Morganna sneered. “But this is very real.”

At that, Gunmar raced forward, vaulting himself into the air with a roar. As he descended, the Gumm-Gumm leader clenched his fists.

Desperately, Jim twisted his wrist, pointing Eclipse straight up in the air, hoping to impale the ghost of Gunmar, but Bular yanked Jim’s arm behind his back, turning Eclipse away from its target. Jim shouted in pain and frustration, but couldn’t do anything else as Gunmar’s fists reached their target.

Suddenly Jim bolted upright with a gasp and a cough, rolling away from his position, Eclipse striking a deep divot in the ground as he did so. Springing to his feet, Jim turned and looked wildly.

“Where’d they go?” he asked out loud, unable to see Bular, Gunmar, or Morgana.

“Jim!”

Jim knew that voice, better than almost anyone’s. “Claire?” He spun around and there, standing right behind him, was his girlfriend.

“Jim, it’s okay, you’re okay,” she said quietly. When Jim looked at her, he was surprised to see a touch of fear lining her face. Suddenly he realized he was still holding Eclipse, and in his current state of apparent fight or flight, he realized he was capable of swinging the sword at anyone who approached him.

“Where are they?” he asked, trying not to growl at the girl he loved.

“Where are who? Jim, you were having a nightmare. Whatever it was, it’s not real.”

“It is … it was.” Jim faltered. It had to have been a nightmare, right? There was no way all three of his worst enemies were able to hijack his dreams and actually hurt him. Now that he’d been awake for a few seconds, he was calming down and realizing he was safe. Slowly, he reached up and hooked Eclipse onto his back before rubbing his eyes to get the rest of the sleep out of his system.

“Did I hurt anyone?” he asked, looking around at the sleeping trolls.

To his immense relief, Claire shook her head. “No. You just started twitching, and then groaning. I tried to wake you up, but that’s when you pulled Eclipse and jumped up. You didn’t do anything for a bit, but then … I don’t know, it was like you snapped. What were you dreaming about?”

Jim rubbed the back of his neck, ashamed that he could have hurt any of his friends. Apparently he needed to learn to control himself better.

“Nothing,” he lied. It was obvious Claire didn’t buy that lie though, with her cocked eyebrow and skeptical stare boring into Jim’s soul.

“It was Gunmar, wasn’t it?” she asked. She’d always been more observant than the average teenager at Arcadia Oaks. For a moment, Jim didn’t say anything, but then he nodded shortly.

“And Bular and Morgana,” he added. “But it was just a dream,” he continued, not wanting her to worry.

“What’s this, Master Jim?” Blinky asked, coming up behind the two teeangers.

“Nothing,” Jim said, wishing the attention would fall somewhere else. “Just a bad dream.”

“A dream where he ran into Morgana, Gunmar, and Bular,” Claire contended.

“Ah. I can see why such a dream might cause alarm, Master Jim. Tell me, what happened in the dream?”

Jim looked at his friends. “If I tell you, do you promise to drop it?”

Claire crossed her finger over her heart. “Promise.”

Blinky held his right hands to the square. “You have my word as well.”

After staring at them critically for another second, Jim finally explained what happened in his dream. At first, he just tried to skim over and give them a quick summary, but they kept asking questions about parts he glossed over, so he ended up giving a more detailed explanation. Not quite a play-by-play, but almost. What was said, what happened, and how it ended. By the time he finished, Jim was unconsciously rubbing his arms where Bular had grabbed him--it was like his arms were actually bruised from the imaginary pressure.

“But it was just a dream,” Jim finished. “I’m awake now, and we need to get moving.” He wanted to forget the dream had ever happened. Besides that, Morgana’s words about it being real unnerved him. She was a liar and manipulator, but her words echoed in his head, refusing to leave him alone.

“Master Jim,” Blinky said after a moment. “You said Morgana attacked you, correct? Used her whips of light around your throat?”

“Yeah, why?”

Jim had a feeling he didn’t want to hear what Blinky had to say next, but he didn’t stop the troll.

“Well … correct me if I’m mistaken, but … there’s a mark on your throat that you didn’t have yesterday.”

[hellguarded-a]

demon&hellhound anatomy facts:

has six ridged horns growing forward and curling upwards that line his face and that kinda makes him look like he has a crown n it’s like the one  ( 1 )  subtle hint at his lowkey royal blood n i love it

speaking of which his blood is a real deep red shade that it almost looks black and it’s  boiling

doggo feet

he doesn’t have a tail in any of his humanoid forms but that’s bcuz as a hound his tail is a lil nub

his limbs are charcoal black at the hands/feet and gradient out into a tanned skin tone, altho admittedly he looks like he’s got lil dirty blotches around like he messed with coal a tad too much but it’s just.  there

he has fissures along his body, most prominent along his arms, back, and chest.  they’re normally dim but can glow if he’s anyhow agitated or worked up since he’s basically made of magma

except when he’s a big boof then he’s like a walking beacon.  still black fur with a slight crimson sheen but like he’s basically bleeding/drooling lava all over he can’t help it

fangs.  long????  claws??  like somewhere about 2-3in  also long tongue

he’s v broad with a pretty narrow waist.  this is further underlined by the fact that he only grows spikes on the upper half of his body  ( the smallest ones are at his hips, then he has a couple along his forearms and three sprouting from each shoulder.  the shoulder ones are shorter at the left one because of his seal;  they look cracked and damaged )

also has small spinal ridges that can like, flex and stand up.  like a cat’s fur on its back u feel?  u feel.  they’re also sensitive  ( as are his horns )

pointed ears

his eyes in his human form are slightly magenta-tinted and turn a real deep ruby red when he shifts.  also slit pupils!

[barbika1508]

Status; Legendary (Demon! Hoseok x Reader)

Word count: 5,3k

Pairing: Demon! Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Supernatural (not the show), Romance, Smut

Disclaimer: Hell is described from my own imagination, I have many variations of it I didn’t base it onto anything really, didn’t follow any religious tones or anything, it’s all based loosely and it is just fiction.

Summary; Inspired by this post: Why would I fuck a demon? Simple, the status. Imagine rolling up into hell already having had your back blown out by one of their own. Imagine you and a gang of other losers standing at the gates of hell, they’re all crying, scared to death about having a pitchfork up their ass for eternity and you just walk into the arms of your sugar demon? Legendary.

Authors Notes: Optional the song ‘Legend’ by ‘The Score’ listen to it when the gates open

‘’You can’t be serious!’’

‘’Oh, come on baby girl! Its been a while!’’ the puppy eyes he offers doesn’t help my case ‘’Don’t you love me no more?’’

‘’Do you want me to punch you that bad?’’ I threaten nerves spiking at the stupid last comment which has him giggling, and wrapping his arm around me properly burying his face into my neck again, breath ghosting over my bare skin ‘’Laugh it off yeah.’’ I nod along clapping my hands holding them over him, as he’s comfortably rested over me ‘’I have practice in 2 hours Hoseok-ah. Final stages you know we’ll be repeating the routine over, and over, and over and over again…’’ he bites into my neck stopping my rant by making me yelp. I lower my head down to glare at him, not surprised upon seeing the devilish smirk he’s offering.

‘’Didn’t stop you any time before, love.’’ He teases, crawling closer again his hard-on very present against my thigh, hands itching upwards.

‘’Did I ever tell you how annoying you are?’’ I sigh glaring at the ceiling trying to hide my smile, as he switches to pressing kisses to my neck.

‘’Twice a day everyday yes.’’ He jokes raising onto his elbows and hovers close making my eyes dart to his lips then back up. He grins widely ridiculously so but I can’t help it as the feeling of love and affection towards him overtakes me. My heart fucking soars even more so at his widening smile which is proof that he can hear how it speeds up ‘’So is that a yes?’’ he goes on blinking innocently tilting his head for effect which works. I should be saying no, I will regret this so much this whole week not only tomorrow. But what am I supposed to do? Say no? To him?

‘’Fine.’’ I groan which has him leaning in stealing a kiss ‘’But you better massage my poor sore muscles later, and draw me a bath and…’’ as I list the things, I want he’s quick to kick of the blanket we were under, and lie on his back, his hands dragging me by my forearms up and over so I’m straddling him. One glance down at his hard cock, and up his abs it has heat pooling in my cheeks, as well as spreading all over my body, my core getting practically zapped with arousal that’s gradually starting to rise, especially when I met his black eyes which are filled with lust.

‘’Anything my queen wants ugh…’’ he groans when I move my hips his cock sliding between my lower lips, my arousal and wetness starting to increase ‘’…and desires.’’ His tone goes deep, making me shiver and smirk at the affect I have on him while he’s staring at me with lips parted eyes terrifyingly black, which make him look like the embodiment of sin, despite my own position and doings that would suggest otherwise from another point of view as I am, teasing him, rubbing my pussy over his aching hard almost purple colored dick.

‘’Anything?’’ I ask looking down at him, sinking my bloody red nails into his shoulders. It was spur of a moment to do a manicure but he loved them instantly as I wore a matching lipstick the previous night when he came over under the pretense of us having a chill movie night in. I buck my hips harshly his hands lifting up to my hips, grip tight but not enough to bruise me.

‘’Ahh, please….’’ He breathes out as I move my hips forwards and backwards basically getting myself off more, as his dick brushes against my clit perfectly whenever I sway forward. I simply grin mimicking his devilish smile from before, licking over my lower lip once he opens his eyes cocking an eyebrow up. He groans again mewls practically, hands forcing my hips back where they stay. I drop onto one elbow getting closer. He’s quick to raise up wanting to meet my lips into a bruising kiss I assume, hence why I duck back avoiding him ending up chuckling amusedly, the thunderously low growl he lets out is indicating danger, and would concern anyone, but it only tells me I’m doing everything right.

‘’Impatient, aren’t we?’’ I continue to taunt him and with the hand I’m not supporting myself I use my fingers to trace them down the side of his face. He furrows his brows and pouts fingers raising as they dig into the flesh of my ass making me grin showing of my teeth another whine ripping from his lips.

‘’You are mean.’’ he whines adorably, as I lift my ass up and start slowly leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his lips, trailing my lips upwards to his temple as I brace myself, hand shooting down once I don’t feel him against me. I grasp his cock, blowing some air past his ear down his neck which has him shuddering underneath me, hands tugging me downwards, while my fingers work over the tip of his cock, thumb occasionally brushing over the slit which earns me an occasional breathless moan.

‘’I’m just making you feel good Hobi.’’ I tease ending up chuckling leaning up to look at how frustrated he is, black eyes staring at me. He looks dangerous whenever he lets go of his concentration, with blank eyes which still after all this time I have a feeling like they see into my soul. And they do which makes this whole thing more exhilarating to have someone like him, a powerful demon underneath me like this rendered into a whining and sensitive mess.

‘’You ar…’’ he hisses as I let go of his cock and trail my hand up brushing my palm from my fingers down over his nipple, that has him tugging me down because of the clearly unexpected touch ‘’Y/N…’’ he practically growls and I think if he was more heated up or frustrated there would be smoke coming from his mouth, judging by the serious glare he is giving me. I pout at him innocently, blinking a few times for good measure and then lean in pressing the lightest kiss to his nose, pushing myself to straighten up for a moment, his eyes falling down over my body.

Running my hand through my hair I push it away to the side, keeping my eyes on him as he takes me in, his own hands having fallen down my thighs where they are resting ‘’Good boy.’’ I say sounding impressed his eyes snapping up to meet my own. We’ve been together for so long, so the eye thing doesn’t scare me anymore at all. (or the horns on occasion and other things) He’s quick to raise up, posture proper while his arms raise, fingertips pressing onto the skin over my spine, while his eyes melt back to the normal warm brown color which I first fell in love with.

‘’You’re pushing it today.’’ He murmurs as, as I let the tips of my nails gently rake downwards over his front, all the way till his cock, fingers stopping near the base ‘’Reallyyyyyy, pushing it.’’ he says through his teeth, as his fingers trace the round complex symbols that he left over my back and spine. They serve as protection marks, and it’s a way of claiming me as I’m a mere human and very, very fragile in his own words.

‘’Not more than the usual, my prince.’’ I murmur pressing a kiss to his forehead, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance as I grasp his dick firmer ‘’I’m just stating that you are being good, and that I should maybe give you a reward but I’m not so sure right now, with the attitude you are giving me.’’ I have my right hand resting on his shoulder, feeling how he tenses up at my words.

He growls more animalistic as he glares as me with a dark look, but I proceed to lower myself down mouth falling open at the sensation. Even though we’ve just both cum not even 15 minutes ago, the feeling of him entering me, will never get boring or the same. It’s like my body is made for him, it knows and anticipates his touches. Even seeing him arouses me, I crave him in every sense. And I shouldn’t; he is a demon after all, but life is too short. You gotta fuck up at some point in your life, but I’m not counting him as a mistake.

‘’FFfffaaaaaaa…’’ he slurs out grip on my hips tight, as I readjust blood rushing through my veins, heart pounding in my ears the feeling of fulness overwhelming me for a solid moment. Staring down at him, his eyes have fallen shut mouth parted, chest raising up and down heavily. Experimentally I rock my hips forward and back which has him letting out a moan from the depths of his throat, as I settle into gentle rocking, my nipples brushing against his every time I rock forward.

It feels so fucking good, it’s so hard keeping the concentration of simply rocking myself, lifting and lowering only slightly for starters. He fills me up so good, cock thick, and curved just right so it brushes against my g-spot dead on, every time I move. Its why it doesn’t take long to bring me to my height. At the mere thought of him fucking into me moving hips as if he’s a dancer has me clenching up, fingers digging into his shoulder, only prickling his skin.

‘’M-move, princessss…’’ he breathes out his hands letting go of me, in favor of tracing his long slim fingers upwards my ribs to cup my breasts firmly as an encouragement. I’ve long reached the point where my brain is turned to much, so I simply follow his order and brace myself lifting up, and then fall back down onto him. I can feel his tights clench whenever I lower down, and fingers pinch my nipples whenever I raise up. My thighs work with effort as I bounce on him, changing it up by moving my hips at one point, doing figure 8 while he eagerly latches his mouth onto one nipple. It makes me shudder, feeling his tongue run around it before it flickers over, teeth sinking into the nub a moment lately harshly leaving in it’s wake some pain with the pleasurable sensation.

Gathering some sanity, despite the pleasurable slide again my walls, I place my hands firmly onto his shoulders bringing his attention up to me ‘’Lie down.’’ I simply say which has him tilting his head briefly, expression shifting into one of pleasure a moment later as I slam myself harder down onto him. He goes down willingly with a high-pitched hum. I brace my hands over his chest getting steadier which helps me speed up the sensations insanely pleasurable from how wet and turned on I am, and how perfect he is inside me, reaching so deep.

With parted lips, I stare down at my boyfriend watching his reactions carefully. He has tilted his head back, eyes tightly closed concentration clear. I smirk to myself, the tingles in my neglected clit making me want to reach down but I hold myself back, clenching around him, his hands snapping finally onto my hips.

‘’Are you close baby??’’ I tease grinning widely even more once he manages to open his eyes, them darting down where we are connected before he looks up at me, with the familiar blankness the sensation of being exposed once more present.

‘’S-so c-close…’’ he hisses thrusting up, the movement not entirely surprising me but at the angle he thrusted more forcefully it has the head of his dick slightly brushing against my g-spot. My head falls forward fingers digging into his skin, as my momentum breaks thighs aflame by now.

But he is quick to whine and then readjust his grip on me, raising me up and then just starts to thrust into me without abandon. Gasping a shout gets lost upon the assault of pleasure, my mind getting completely fogged up. I barely register as I’m being flipped over, and my legs are being bent up almost till my head while he hovers over me, covering me up ‘’T-that’s it, princesssss…’’ he hisses in the end, holding onto me beneath the knees, keeping me in place as he pistons away pace brutal, skin hitting skin which is the loudest sound in the room besides the moans that at one point started to spill from my lips.

Its maddening, the feeling, the thought of him, the everything…

‘’Eyes on me princess.’’ Comes a surprisingly steady order, his husky voice making me clench automatically, with which I do earn myself a guttural moan from him. Opening my eyes, I don’t miss how his gorgeous expression twists into one of pleasure again, eyebrows furrowed eyes having turned normal as they re-focus back onto me with a glare of pure lust.

‘’H-H-Hob-b-i…’’ I barely manage out, the tidal wave of destruction reaching its peak in my lower belly, only a string holding it together. Its starting to hurt, my clit throbbing, everything starting to feel too much but not enough. I’m getting sensitive and I know he knows it because he shifts his knees right under me, and slows his thrust down in favor or going deeper and harder, literally knocking air out of my lungs.

‘’I got you baby…’’ he breathes out smiling, letting go of my legs to lean forward on one elbow as he cups my cheek, his other hand disappearing from my view. I stare at him completely starstruck, enamored with every part of my soul. Eyes darting to his lips he instantly closes the distance into a messy kiss which he takes advantage to swallow my moans, as in the same moment his fingers make contact with my clit.

He continues to move steadily, some thrust faster than other which means he’s close but is persisting because of me. The thought alone, has me clenching again and just looking at him once he leans back is enough. A flick from his skilled fingers just breaks that string and releases the tidal wave, that makes stars explode everywhere a pleasant white noise starting to play in my ears. I faintly hear his grunts as he just fucks me without abandon, quick to reach his own release. He shudders a few times, moans occasionally leave from his lips as he accommodates our both, lowering my legs down into a comfortable position while he still remains inside me, and now lies his head comfortably over my chest. Now the loudest sound in the room is our labored breathing, brains fried.

‘’I think you broke a part of my brain.’’ Comes the statement making me instantly chuckle once the words register properly ‘’What? It’s true!’’ he persists groaning, as he shifts raising his head up. Only now I notice how his hair has gotten messed up, some strands plastered onto his forehead others sticking out in every direction.

‘’I did no such thing.’’ My voice has gone a bit too from all the moaning, but nothing a nice cut of tea can’t fix ‘’You owe me big time though. My thighs are…’’ I groan shifting my leg briefly feeling the burn ‘’I want a bath, pizza, candles the fancy nice smelling ones, wine, your attention the whole night…’’

He ends up chuckling kissing my cheek and then lips shutting me up, as I smile opening my eyes which have fallen closed ‘’Make a list for me, I’ll make sure to do whatever my queen wishes.’’ He smiles genuinely, cupping my face gently while his eyes take me in as if he’s trying to engrave my features in his memory.

‘’Good.’’ I reply cockily ‘’You better.’’

Chuckling he leans in to kiss me again, even though its awkward as we’re both smiling ‘’Everything and anything for you.’’ He whispers breaking the kiss, leaning his forehead against my own.

‘’Everything, anything and beyond.’’ I whisper in return. Fuck how much I fucking love this man. He’s doing to be the death of me.

*30 minutes later*

Two…alright 5 steps out of my apartment and out into the cold, very cold freezing weather the frown just etched itself onto my expression, glare accompanying it. every step I make is not pleasant, my thighs burning with the strain from before. It’s as if it’s leg day that kind of pain after a 1-hour workout. And just as my luck would have it, the bus arrives just before me so I had to sprint before the bus driver would just drive away. I hate running but I hate being late even more. I’m not even surprised as every single seat on the bus is taken, or the guy that shamelessly pushes me away before I can sit myself next to an old lady who even offered a polite smile and nod to join her. alright asshole. The cheery on the top is that I get pushed to the middle of the long vehicle, and have people standing in my personal space.

Also, I got to say people are weird. Humans are weird. Surprisingly they freak me out more than for example demons. There’s this one girl that’s staring at me intensely, which prompted me to turn around, and yet I can see her reflection in the windows on some turns. But it does enable me to see the pitch-black eyes. Ugh. I don’t need to deal with demons today either, so it would be nice if she’d fuck off but that’s probably too much to ask. As the song ends through my earphones, I bring my phone out smiling at the lengthy text message I got from Hoseok, which contains mostly hearts that cover the whole screen of my phone.

Shifting the song into a more upbeat one, I hock my arm around the pole and start to reply with ‘I love you’s’ in all the languages I know and have learned as we both learned to say I love you in multiple languages. Yes, we are that cute!

Everything happens instantly thought. Through the earphones I faintly hear the screech of wheels, just as my finger hits send, my head snaps up towards the front of the bus where I watch as a car gets flipped over heading directly towards us. I literally don’t have any time to feel any kind of way, or to react for that matter.

I just blink in confusion as I don’t exactly comprehend what happened and is happening. At one point I’m literally watching how the car hits the windshield of the bus shattering it into million tiny bits of deadly glass, but before one can hit me with a blink of an eye, I find myself somewhere completely else. I blink in complete confusion at the weirdly blue wasteland I’m standing in. Its as if its night time, but with a ceiling that’s kind of like a sky without any kind of starts or cloud or planets, there’s only infinity of nothingness. The ground is solid, not concrete or laminated its just…solid flawless ground. My music is still blasting but has switched onto the playlist Hoseok made for me.

I don’t miss how the song that’s playing the title is ‘Save my Soul’.

Narrowing my eyes, I glance around and properly turn on my feet only now realizing I’m not alone. There’s are a few people near and around me, some looking as I am around in confusion, some are freaking out badly, and the rest are just standing still like statues frozen, which has me thinking that maybe they haven’t processed what had happened.

Squinting my eyes in the distance I can see something which gets my immediate attention…okay it’s not glinting because there’s no sunlight but I see something shiny. Given that there’s nothingness all around me, I scratch my itchy nose and glance around at the confused people before making the first step heading towards the thing.

I take my phone out briefly checking for the service which there’s none, and I’m not really surprised that there isn’t any. So, I continue listening to music, making my way forward glaring at whoever tries to approach me, as some look at me clearly confused and lost, and with puppy eyes but I ignore them making my way forward. They do start to follow me, the hysteric ones luckily at a safe distance. I take a glance at their faces noticing two things; 1. The girl that stared at me isn’t present, 2. This is half of the bus of people I rode with.

Shaking my head to myself, my fingers wrap around the pepper spray in the jacket I have on which is Hoseok’s as I stole it because its warmer, the fake fur inside the jacket truly a blessing for the chilly autumn. Although here right now I don’t feel particularly anything, temperature or emotionally wise. I mean there is this urgency I feel, but unlike some I can’t bring myself to worry about this situation. The shiny thing I was talking about is actually a gated door and fence on both side of it, only stretching around I don’t know either it’s 1 meter or 5 I’m bad at judging distance and math in general. Its bronze…of course it is. It looks fancy to, reminding me of the one in Buckingham palace in London, its in that style but with more details on it. I don’t know what’s the point of it exactly besides the appealing decorations, so I just figure it must be magic or something.

Reaching it I stop a few steps away, admiring it squinting my eyes looking for any clues as; why the fuck its here. Why the fuck am I here? Where the fuck am I even? Why the fuck am I using so many fucks?!

‘’Run! We should run while we still can!’’ a guy starts to shout in hysteria next to me suddenly, as he stares at the gates in horror ‘’RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!’’ he goes on turning to stare at me urgently itching closer to touch me, but I pull my hand out pointing my finger at him in warning daring him to move an inch. He clearly reconsiders it gulping nervously.

‘’There’s nowhere to run!’’ a girl says behind us getting his attention as I tug my earphones out ‘’It’s all emptiness! Where even are we?!’’ she goes on her breathing getting laboured eyes glossy.

‘’I’m not supposed to be here!!’’ another guy says.

‘’What the fuck do we do!’’

As the people gather around complaining raising their voices, I keep calm and collected going as far as to fold my earphones and put them away in my bag. At least I got all my things with me here. Taking the water bottle I’ve got I take a sip examining the gates again.

‘’How can you be so calm?’’ a voice cuts through the crowd shushing everyone down. I glance to the side at the angry looking man, capping the bottle back. Is the asshole who stole my seat.

‘’Panic isn’t going to help me.’’ I reply simply shrugging, zipping up my bag again.

‘’We’re in hell, aren’t we?’’ at the statement I glance to the old man on the edge of the group of 20 people. He looks calm staring at the gates unimpressed, before he looks towards us in question. It has everyone clearly thinking looking at the gates and around themselves. I cross my arms pursing my lips as I examine the symbols on the crests on the doors.

‘’Oh no.’’

‘’I can’t be here!’’

‘’Stop joking around old man!’’

‘’Don’t say nonsense!’’

‘’It can’t be hell!’’

‘’Yep this is definitely hell, fuck.’’

‘’Stop saying that!!!!’’

‘’Hey lady calm down.’’

‘’I don’t want to die I don’t deserve this!!!’’

‘’What is your deal?’’ the same man from before is suddenly right in front of me glaring down ‘’You’re the only calm one, what’s your problem? Do you know something that we don’t?’’ he hisses in the end, standing way to close to my liking, the scene he’s making capturing everyone’s attentions again.

‘’Yeah, what’s wrong with you??’’ another guy asks.

‘’She knows something! Tell us!! Where the fuck are, we?’’ a woman demands, while I keep glaring at the tall man before me, in his mid-thirties is my guess, wearing a decent suit, and has a polished up typical hairstyle. I just stare at him unfaltering which is clearly pissing him off. Anger issues?

‘’I don’t know anything like you.’’ I reply back calmly ‘’Stop assuming shit.’’

‘’Little girl you better tell us what’s happening…’’ he starts.

‘’I NEED TO GET HOME!’’ a woman rushes over putting herself into my face ‘’I HAVE 3 KIDS, THEY NEED ME! I’M A LOVING MOTHER I NEED TO GET BACK TO THEM!’’ she insists crying, as I back away. The shouts begin like domino after her, the people all suddenly yelling right at me. I settle for turning my back onto them and glaring at the gates, wondering if we are in hell for real. The crest on the doors that gets my attention the most is the one on top. My eyes only briefly glance over it, the picture it represents, the bloody red diamond getting my attention. As if it knows and senses my curiosity something in the air shifts, a light breeze suddenly whisking past us, making the people finally shut up, and stare at the gates that are opening.

The door doesn’t even fully start to open when a guy is suddenly walking from the other side. I only give him an unimpressed glare as he strides to the line of the gates with a cheerful smile on his face, wearing all black of course, tight jeans, and a long shirt that has see through sleeves. The belt he has over his chest, and around his waist I narrow my eyes slightly at because okay my first thought is kinky, but his attire is kind of hot I’m not going to lie. His hair is parted making him look more dangerous once the smile turns slightly sinister as he glances around at the people, until he meets my gaze. His mood shifts as a gentle smile appears expression softening.

‘’There you are.’’ He says clearly unbothered by the people staring. He raises his hand up in invitation as I straighten up from my slightly hunched position ‘’C’mon we’re going to be late!’’ he says enthusiastically urging me on.

‘’Yeah yeah.’’ I grumble ‘’My legs hurt still.’’ I point out no fucks given for the others as I stalk walking towards my boyfriend who looks to giddy about this whole situation.

‘’Awww my poor princess.’’ He coos as I quickly reach him taking his hand in my own.

‘’Hey!!’’ the guy from before shouts interrupting Hobi just as he was about to say something ‘’What about us?!’’ turning back he’s glaring at my boyfriend.

‘’Yeah what about us?’’ the uproar begins quickly but nobody dares to step forward which I find fascinating. They do protest and shout and demand answers. I turn to the love of my life instead looking up at him in question.

‘’Can we go?’’ I ask instead shifting from one foot to another. He grins wider tugging me closer to him but doesn’t give me a kiss or anything yet.

‘’We can in 30 seconds. Jimin is on his way, to take care of them.’’ He replies casually and then points with his other hand to the man that ganged up on me from the very beginning ‘’You!’’ he states ‘’You’ve earned yourself additional penalties for harassing not only a sweet and fairly innocent young woman…’’ I quickly jab my elbow into his side briefly making him chuckle ‘’…but also for even considering of touching her, and for having filthy thoughts about her. She’s mine.’’ The last part comes out as a growl anger rising. I can feel he’s trying to hold himself back ‘’If you weren’t dead already…’’ he tilts his head to the side taking in a breath, while I squeeze my hand tighter in his.

‘’Let it go Hope-ah.’’ I try to assure him glancing back at Jimin who’s smirking already as he approaches us, wearing similar attire that looks way sexual to me ‘’Hey Jiminie.’’ I greet him his smirk widening.

‘’Hey little bird.’’ I only shake my head at the nickname as I don’t find it fitting but he’s to stubborn to change his mind.

‘’Are you done?’’ Hoseok snaps suddenly making me chuckle.

‘’Okay that’s enough.’’ The guy suddenly states starting to march towards us angrily. I raise an eyebrow as he approaches us watching as his steps falter, eyes widening as he stares ahead of us, eyes widening fear twisting his features ‘’No.’’ he whispers ‘’No. NO!’’ and there it is madness. I curiously glance to my left past the gate but I don’t see anything just more wasteland.

‘’I want this one and those 5 others given special privileges.’’ Hoseok says casually. I know it’s an order thought. Glancing at Jimin his sweet smile turns upwards more promising nothing good for the said 5 chosen ones.

‘’Noted and notified hyung.’’ he says sweetly ‘’It will be my honour to deliver the privileges myself.’’

‘’You have one runaway. A guy ran off.’’ I quickly pipe in the now blue haired demon giving me a thankful and pleasant smile nodding his head.

‘’Have fun Noona.’’ Is what he says before stepping forward while I turn to Hoseok who leans down and kisses me completely catching me off guard. He doesn’t give me time to return the kiss as he breaks it unexpectedly. Again, like before within a blink of an eye find myself in a completely different area. I’m taken aback at the room we’re standing in. I do immediately notice the orange, yellow and red lighting from the outside of the windows, but my attention goes to the rose petals on the bed, and many candles placed around the huge bedroom decorated in Hoseok’s style. I glance towards the desk on my left where I can spot two boxes of pizza, and bottles of my favourite wine.

‘’C’mon.’’ he gently urges me, tugging my bag off letting it drop to the ground. He tugs me forward by hand, to the next room, the bathroom even more grand than the room almost. There’s a giant bathtub filled up with water and bubbles, candles placed everywhere as well as music already playing softly and quietly ‘’So did I achieve your demands?’’ he asks, fingers quietly tracing over my arms up my shoulders to the front of the jacket. As he stands behind me, he starts sliding it off which I do let him with a smile on my face, my heart filling up with so much love towards him.

The jacket drops without care on the floor, yet my attention is completely on his touch, on the way his hands are both sliding over my back, over my hips going around to take both hands into my own as he presses his front flush to my back. A gentle kiss lands on the side of my neck, making me hum in content as the familiarity fully settles back into my bones, and I find myself instantly relaxing into his hold ‘’Now I know why you were so gentle with me today.’’ I point out hearing him chuckle as he lulls us side to side to the music.

‘’I’m always gentle with you.’’ Comes the reply making me snort and glance back ‘’Mostly.’’ He adds and complies with me by letting go enough so I can turn in his hold, and take his hand properly, my right one resting on his shoulder while his other goes around my waist as he easily lulls us into a slow dance.

‘’So, my time was up huh?’’ I ask his stare loving and almost entranced as his eyes are taking me in.

‘’As a human yes.’’ He replies pressing a kiss to my forehead ‘’But as my queen, it’s only the beginning my love.’’

Copyright 2019© by barbika1508. All rights reserved.

[determinationisnotcrash]

Conspiracy! Search Between the Lines of the Movie Script!

I wrote animated actor skits between the characters as a joke on the RP part of the @gbpack-discord , but then I thought about what kind of studio would allow the use of very real laser-shooting bone beasts in movies, as well as what kind of actors would stay around laser-shooting bone beasts, and this oneshot was born.

Impact and Soichiro belong to me.

Sabre and his brother (tentative name: Tsurugi) belong to @paddie-ut

Rigel and his brother (tentative name: Kaoru) belong to @skellepuns

Sabre helplessly clung for his life to the branch at the top of the prop tree like a stuck cat. “So this is how I die… Mum… Dad… Bro… I’m so sorry… You were right, I should have just stayed home doing Super Robot Wars recordings all along…”

Impact – or rather, the creature playing the role of the beastman’s body – kept trying to leap up at Sans, eying him hungrily like it had just discovered what it would have for its next meal.

From a safe distance (knowing well that trying to interfere himself would lead to being ripped in two), Impact’s voice actor yelled. “Hang in there, Sabre! You’ll be alright! Help is on its way! As long as you sit tight and don’t move-”

CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!

The raptor started munching on the tree, its massive jaws easily slicing through the thick material like butter! The skeletal actor facepalmed, feeling quite foolish for jinxing it.

On the other hand (or rather, paw), another actor decided he’d had enough of seeing his co-worker being chased around by beasts. With several heavy footsteps, Rigel dashed towards the raptor and tackled it, wrestling it to the ground.

In his base humanoid form, it would have been like throwing himself at a brick wall. But in that half-beast shape, not only did he have a lot extra weight to throw around, he had quite the solid constitution. The ravenous animal snapped and struggled like the beast it was, but it was completely pinned.

Just in time, the people Impact’s voice actor called over arrived! Rigel carefully handed it over, not releasing his grip until it was safely in chains.

Rigel turned upwards towards his friend, putting on what he hoped looked like a reassuring smile. “Alright, Sabre! It’s safe to come down now!”

The small half-Blaster slid down to the ground. Without a moment’s hesitation, he sprinted past the others and off the set.

“Sabre…? Wait! We’re not finished with this scene!”

***

Break Room

Sabre huddled in the break room, staring grumpily at nothing in particular. During this time, several staff passed by, such as the ones in charge of props and special effects, but it felt too awkward for them to talk.

This continued for about half an hour… before he was startled out of his sulk by the sound of a coin rolling into a vending machine slot. A claw-tipped hand holding a canned drink entered his field of vision. “Wanna talk about it?” Sabre followed the arm to see…

“You’re Rigel… no, your real name is…”

“My name really is Rigel. Rigel H. Aster. Yours?”

“Rigel H. Aster…?” Sabre’s face lit up at the familiar surname. “I know you! You’re one of the leads of Pink Dark Boy! And the main lead of The Silver Soul! As for my name… it’s also really Sabre. Sabre Midorikawa.”

Rigel’s smile remained on his muzzle, but his eyes slightly narrowed at the last sentence. “Heh, that is what I’m famous for. But Midorikawa…? The actor half the staff- no, half the world is practically in love with? Did you use connections to…? And hold on a sec, how can a blind man watch television?”

A green blush tinted the small Blaster’s cheeks. “O-oh, I’m not actually blind.” He lifted a handpaw and with a cartoonish POP sound, the socket-blackening lenses came out. “And yes, I would like to talk about it. I just can’t stand the Director’s choices anymore! I thought I had the resolve to keep coming here, no matter what, but now…”

The tall, bulky skeleton nodded, taking a sip of his own soda, but his eyes bugged out upon the unfamiliar flavour reaching his tongue. He looked down at the can. Grass Jelly…!? Then Sabre got…

“EUUUUGH!” Several splutters and coughs left the man’s maw, his entire face seemingly scrunching up. “This milk…! It expired years ago!”

“Sorry, I should’ve known not to trust in company import vending machines.” Taking both cans, the blue humanoid dragon poured them down the sink, before chucking the empty cans away. It was for the sewage plants to deal with now. He silently wished them luck. “…Anyway, people drop in and out all the time. I don’t think anyone would blame you for wanting to leave. Just one question I’d like to ask, first…”

Sabre felt uncomfortable, shifting under the dragon man’s gaze. “Depends what it is…”

“Why did you come here in the first place? Everyone around the world is aware of the Director’s extreme methods. His movies have a massive following, but he’s renowned on the streets as a terrible employer.”

The smaller Blaster’s eyes seemed to shift their focus to thin air, recounting a time that had already passed. “Can you keep a secret?”

Rigel nodded solemnly.

Sabre checked the area around him, before ushering Rigel into the restroom and locking the door. He sat down on the toilet, getting ready for a long explanation. “It’s the reason I chose to have my character be a blind man to begin with… And the reason why that ‘Impact’ creature the Director brought along makes me so uncomfortable. I’m not only an actor, you see…

“I do detective work on the side – anything from missing pets, goods, or people… to dangerous cases, involving things like human trafficking and drugs. Mind you, I don’t operate alone. The reason why I’m not beloved as a detective is that my brother Tsurugi is the figurehead of our operations.”

That name was enough to make Rigel’s hair stand on end… is what would have happened if he had any. Instead, his ectobody tensed up, going from the consistency of blueberry jelly to more firm agar jelly. “That Tsurugi… The Early Genius? You’ve gotta be pulling my leg!”

Sabre disproved him, taking out his wallet and revealing a photo of them together. “I’m dead serious.”

“N-no way…”

“Way. Tsurugi’s hailed as a genius and a fighter, but that isn’t entirely correct. He’s the combat expert who handles the battles, whereas I’m the discrete thinker. He shines in the light, whereas I loyally provide him with everything he needs from the shadows.”

Cogs in Rigel’s skull started to turn. “I see… but… wasn’t he recently…?”

A grimace formed on the shorter man’s face as he confirmed. “Yeah. It was a crime in my hometown…”

***

La Gias City, two months ago

“HAAAAAA…! TASTE THIS, MY SIGNATURE TECHNIQUE! HUNDRED STORM FIST!” With strength beyond that of mortal men, the skeleton let out a fist rush, the wind stirred up from each punch being enough to blow away all his opponents!

“Heads up, bro! They’ve got reinforcements coming from below!”

Tsurugi’s confident grin didn’t fade. “Is that so? Then…” He leaped into the air, a powerful aura flowing around him, before doing a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree spin and colliding straight into the wave of mooks coming from downstairs. “LIGHTNING KIIIICK!” The room around him illuminated brilliantly! In one fell swoop, they were all immobilised!

Sabre couldn’t help but grin upon witnessing his brother’s handiwork. He really was amazing…! “Alright, proceed! The ‘boss’ is at the top!”

“Roger that!” Tsurugi sprinted up the stairs, entering a large, grandiose office room. It looked almost like the huge, majestic boss’ offices he saw on television: larger than a personal office had any right to be, elaborate paintings on the wall, and the back wall being a transparent window showcasing the night city skyline. Within it… he came face-to-face with the enemy.

Shouting with bravado, the man pointed a finger at the human woman behind the desk. “Well then, you’re the one behind all this! Kidnapping all those poor schoolboys!”

“Of course~!” The Evil Eleanor giggled. “My desire is nothing more than to dominate the young. So rather than brutes and savages, those boys are used to create fine gentlemen! Gentlemen for me to do whatever I wish with!”

“Such dreadful desires…! Desires befitting of a supervillain! Therefore, you must be punished as one!”

Eleanor cackled like a witch, the laugh of an evil hag erupting from the otherwise beautiful face. “Just try and stop me, Tsurugi! Come, my loyal guard dogs!”

“B-bro…! Be careful! My console is picking up several extremely high energy readings right next to you!”

The paintings to the side opened up, revealing skeletal demonic creatures that looked like they crawled out of hell itself. Curved, goat-like horns. Maws filled with vicious, blade-like teeth. They were completely covered in wicked spikes, to the point where simply approaching one would cause physical harm. And the worst part was…!

Tsurugi had seen his fair share of criminals, but the eyes of these creatures? They were something far worse than even the scummiest of lawbreakers! These beings… they radiated pure evil. An unstoppable force of nature unbound by the laws of society or the modern world! The simple sight of them made the half-beast skeleton break out into a cold sweat.

“Ufufu~ Marvellous, aren’t they? I know you’re world-renowned for your close combat fighting style. These wonderful creatures are the ultimate counter!”

“Indeed…” Tsurugi took out a handkerchief and dabbed at his skull. “You have me beat… I truly have no way of countering with my Dragon Style CQC… However!” Determination ignited in his eyes. With a snap of the fingers, several airborne mechanical drones burst through the roof and from below. “You’re sorely mistaken if you think my hands and feet were my only weapons!”

Eleanor’s face contorting into all sorts of ugly expressions, she screamed, “DO IT! MAUL HIM!”

“FULL BURRRRRRRST!”

The world become awash with light… and when it cleared, there was nothing left of the demons but ash. The skeleton let out the breath he was holding. He didn’t say it out loud for obvious reasons, but those laser drones were experimental. There was an equal chance of them detonating and blowing him up.

Warily, he approached the soot-covered mastermind. “Now tell me, why did you kidnap all those boys? What meaning is there in taking innocent children away from their family and friends? Most importantly… where are they now!?”

The only response he got was a wad of spit in his face. “Fufufu… You foolish skeleton… because you had to play teen detective, you’re marked! ‘They’ will pursue you to the ends of the Earth, until you’re silenced! Guhhh…” The life faded from her eyes. Unfortunately, it seemed that was all the information he would ever be able to receive from her.

***

The next night, Midorikawa Household

Tsurugi shifted in bed uncomfortably, that woman’s words still bouncing around his skull. It was the wee hours of the morning, yet he was unable to sleep. They… they… who were they…?

The sound of the fridge opening and being messily rummaged through, for once, was welcome. Sabre! Someone he could talk to about this!

Tail wagging vigorously, he leaped out of bed and all but sprinted downstairs into the kitchen. The creature he saw there would be the last thing he would see for quite some time. “…Y-you’re-!”

SLASH!

***

Present Day

Sabre finished his tale, a lump in his throat. “He was taken completely off-guard. The fact that he managed to fight it off anyway while blinded, unable to use his equipment, and hurt by physical contact with it is impressive, but just what I’d expect of my bro.

“No damage is permanent… he’ll heal, thanks to the funding and technology we have… but it’ll be a while before he’s able to see or move properly again. For that purpose, he’s in hiding right now while recovering. We took the opportunity to fake his death for now.”

The Blaster shuddered again at the recollection. “I felt crushed by that. If it weren’t for me wanting my brother to have all the glory… He wouldn’t have been targeted. I tried to make up for it by coming here, but… I’m starting to wonder whether it’s even worth it, if simple situations like these nearly kill me. If I’m just causing more problems…”

Rigel attempted a comforting purr, patting his friend on the back. “Sabre… It’s admirable that you’re doing something like this. I… I have a secret to reveal, too.” He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a shiny golden badge. “I’m a member of the International Police. Kit is, as well.”

“What!? I thought that was just a thing in movies!”

Chuckling, the dragon gave a friendly wink. “That’s what they want you to think!” The amiable expression, however, disappeared as he continued his explanation. “There have been a lot of funds diverted to the Director and his projects, some through legal means, others through not-so-legal means. A lot of money laundering’s been going on.

“And additionally, there’s… you know, that… thing. ‘Impact’. I became familiar with creatures like it prior to coming here. I performed an infiltration in one of the Director’s secret labs with my brother. What I found was something terrible…”

***

Lightbringer Labs, one month ago

Rigel had to physically clutch his snout to prevent the vomit from coming out. “T-this is…!” Familiar footsteps quickly approached from behind him, causing his heart to leap into his throat. “Kaoru, don’t look-!”

Too late! His brother had already seen the awful sight. “N-no… No, no, no, no, no, no, no…!” Those children were…!

In contrast to the hi-tech, futuristic outer walls of the institute, this room looked like it belonged to a deranged cult. Strange symbols, coupled with indecipherable writing were drawn in red paint(…?) all over the walls and floor, and beaten, ragged-looking children were placed in the very centre.

Cloaked figures surrounding the circle chanted out harsh, disgusting-sounding words, as a large muscular figure approached the children. It slowly raised its blade, and…! And…!! The two brothers reflexively looked away, but the sound of the splatter and the scent of blood were enough to confirm what had happened.

The room was soon filled with a terrible atmosphere – one that made Rigel even more physically sick than he already was. He had to fight the instinct to just flee that rose within him. The waves of evil aura became stronger and stronger… and a ball of shadow coalesced at the centre of the room. One of the cloaked figures grabbed it before Rigel could get a good look at it… but it was skeletal. And moving.

A smile – not genuine in the slightest and more like the fake one of a dog’s or dolphin’s – spread across the face of the staff member next to them. “Remember, you signed the legally binding contract! If you speak a word of this classified information to the general public… You’ll soon join them.”

A voice in Rigel’s mind screamed at him to tear the man apart. But he knew that wouldn’t get him anywhere, and he had to bear it for now.  

***

“Connections across the world, where they kidnap sacrifices… Labs, where they create hellbeasts… A movie, where they use real live hellbeasts… and, where they aim to portray said hellbeasts in a positive and affable light…

“I don’t know what the Director’s goal is, but it’s something sinister for sure. That’s why Kit and I decided to come here.”

This new information made Sabre’s head spin. Those children Tsurugi couldn’t save… and it was happening all across Earth…? After what felt like hours, though in reality it was a minute at most, the skeleton came to a decision. “…If the incident’s grown this large, then I have no choice but to keep going! My brother would have never turned a blind eye to an injustice like this! For my brother, and those poor children…”

Resolve starting to grow in his voice, Sabre continued, “We’ll beat that bastard at his own game! We’ll make a great movie, and find out what this Director is up to! Red, Doc, Mr Ignis, Magester, Ginger… maybe even that Soichiro guy who does lines for Impact! If we get them in on this as well, and use the creative control we’re allowed, we can foil the Director on all fronts!”

A grin spread across his face as the two of them left the toilet cubicle, heads held higher than anyone who had just taken a dump would look. Several stares went their way, but Sabre didn’t care at all. Just keep waiting, bro… soon, I’ll get to the bottom of this!

[poorvioletdraws]

Tom vs. The Underworld

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6. Time Bomb

Break the bonds, tear the fabric, cleave the stones, stop the magic…

… Break the bonds, tear the fabric, cleave the stones, stop the magic…

…. Break the bonds... Tear the fabric... Cleave the stones... STOP THE MAGIC!

As the former queens of Mewni gave their final chant, all of the dark magic that had been festering in the Realm of Magic began to negate into sludge. Being their only option, Star and her family finally made a decision in order to set things right and save the lives of all monsters and mewmans. Destroying all magic from being accessed by others, despite if their intentions were good or not, was the only option they had left given the time they could work with. 

However, a core element fighting to survive its approaching death rushed away from the group of spell-casters that were now moving towards an exit well from the realm. This particle, the last remaining piece of dark magic, had fed long enough on the devious emotions of its demon host that it craved that power once more. It sought out an escape from the destruction. Anywhere at this point. As long as it can infect another host and thrive again. It couldn’t perish just yet.

The thunder roared as the dark magic speck darted away from the final spell’s effect in a direction that felt like it needed to head towards—almost as if it were being pulled. But soon it was cornered by a crystallized rock formation in the once-enchanted ocean where the water was cascading upward toward a portal. With this being its last resort, the fragmented darkness that was determined to survive retreated up the opposite-flowing waterfall just in time before it collapsed with the realm.

A familiar blue figure hung above the spectacle and bore the only witness to the successful evasion of the evil-induced entity.

“It seems that something interesting is about to happen... It’s a shame I won’t be able to observe any of it. But I am overdue for a long nap…” Glossaryck lamented as he gave a yawn and faded out of existence... 

“Goodluck, kid…”

The Crystal Dimension was going through an extreme alteration due to the instability of magic. And because the user whose powers kept those locked away within the dimension no longer existed either, the universe was in for an unpleasant surprise.

The crystals created by Rhombulus began to melt away like popsicles in the scorching heat.

“Gyaaaagh!” A jelly monster with three eyes gasped for air while huddling over the disintegrating crystal.

“Ahahahaha! I’m free! Yes, yes, yes!” A female monster dressed up in a wacky astronaut costume chortled as she jumped away from her once-imprisoned spot.

“Ussss too, usss too!” A two-headed snake creature hissed beside her unanimously.

A large three-eyed reptilian monster came forward and grumbled, “Hmmhmmm, buuuuttt whyyyyy, yo?’

“Who cares! Now I, Zedlord, destroyer of planets, shall finally continue my quest to take over the galaxy!” A rather brash male monster dressed in black armor bellowed as he barged his way into the group.

“Planets? Didn’t you only blow up one planet?” a flying bat creature scoffed snarkily.

“Uh, n-no!” Zedlord stammered.

“And wasn’t that by accident too?” The bat creature mentioned.

“Quiet, you!” Zedlord shoved the creature away from him.

As the newly-freed criminals began to bicker amongst themselves, a portal from the Realm of Magic opened up nearby and out came the last known existence of dark magic. Now that it was separated from the realm, it didn’t have much time. It was left weakened from its travel into the other dimension and from the depletion of all other magic. It would surely die out if it couldn’t infect a host within the next few seconds. But which one to choose?

“I’ll fight you, I’ll fight all of you to prove how bad I am, come on!” Zedlord challenged. 

“Nah, no time fer yer puny monstah.” A sizable monster with one eye and one horn blew him off.

“Come here, I’ll show you puny!” Zedlord tried to rush at the monster but his opponent held him back effortless with one hand while answering him with a yawn. “What?! Scared?! Come on!”  

The group of bad monsters all began to exchange an assortment of teases, boasts, and arguments back and forth with each other.

The dark magic was ashamed of its options but it was also desperate. It would just have to settle with either one of them or its existence would be over. 

“Well, hello there, aren’t you rather… familiar….” A sly voice came from behind the dark matter. Although small, his aura was immense with a sinister vibe about him.

A spike in cruel intentions came from the shadowed figure the mass was now focused on. It was the same force that led it to that portal and brought it here as if for some kind of maniacal destiny. That was the one it needed, the one meant for it!

The dark magic rushed toward the figure but was halted by his raised hand.

“I’m sorry… Have you forgotten?” The formidable figure smirked as the mass began to scatter into particles, “You’ve always belonged to me, you were just taken away. But it seems things have changed in the universe to bring us together again… Now return to me!”

The dark magic now shot into the figure and a great red light filled the entire area in a flash.

“What was that?” The group of monsters wondered aloud now distracted from their quarreling.

“It came from behind that rock!”  

“Mighty Zedlord, go take a look.” the female monster from early told him.

“Hey, don’t boss me around!” Zedlord fumed.

“Quit wasting time and look.” The two-headed snake demanded.

“Argh, who cares about some wimpy light, I’ll blast that area to bits and show you all my power!” Zedlord shouted as he brought up his cannon arm.

“That won’t be necessary.” The shadowed figure announced as he appeared from behind the rocky wall.

A miniature red being floated into the scene. He wore a purple robe and his beard and eyebrows were long, thin black slits. He had a very all-knowing look painted across his face and kept his legs folded beneath him as if sitting criss cross on the floor even though he levitated before them.

“Who are you and how’d you get here!” Zedlord blurted out.

“Obviously a captive like the rest of us, genius.” The bat creature jeered as he rolled his eyes.

“Quiet, Batty!” 

“The names not ‘Batty’, it’s Martin.” The bat creature corrected.

“Seriously?”

“Ahem.” The red being cleared his throat in order to gain the attention of the group again. He then swirled into the air above his audience and said, “My name is Appendixon. I’ve existed for a lengthy amount of time, being the first to be imprisoned here in fact. And I’m going to use you all as my soldiers in my plan for revenge.”

The group was silent for a moment but then busted out laughing. Not the response Appendixon warranted.

“And why should any of us follow you!” Zedlord snickered, jabbing his finger in the red being’s direction. “You’re nothing more than a red, puny—“

“Careful with what you say next...” Appendixon admonished as his diamond-shaped eyes of emerald green peered at Zedlord brightly. “It may be your last words for I don’t need every single one of you.” That cruel intention from earlier began to flow from the suspicious red being and intimidated his insubordinate approacher. 

A huge shadow suddenly wriggled away from the small figure and loomed over the entire group of criminals. With it came the dark emotions and substantial strength of the magic now within. They began to cower.

“Sorry if I miscommunicated, I wasn’t giving any of you a choice. Either follow, or die here.” Appendixon threatened with a glare.

“Y-yes, sir…” Zedlord piped up and bowed before the red being. The group of monsters did the same without hesitation.

“Stellar!” Appendixon changed his tone to a more jovial one and looked delighted with their obedience. 

“Now then…” He brought up his hands as his eyes lit up. A rift began to static into creation and a black portal ripped open, large enough for all of them.  “I have some unfinished business on Mewni that I’ve been itching to take care of for a few centuries. Shall we begin?”

The horde of the universe’s most evil beings agreed with a cheer for their new leader’s budding plan.

“Hey, can I get a ride with you guys?” A small, light-blue furry monster approached the departing group from a wall he was recently hiding behind. “I’ve been stuck here for so long and all I came here for was to deliver pizza!” He was holding his violet ball cap and appeared to be pleading to them.

Appendixon’s followers looked to him for an answer.

“Ugh, sure…” Appendixon shrugged. “Just because I love pizza. That sounds good right now actually...”      

First pizza, then conquest.