#i would make inhuman sounds yall

[nerfpuncher]

No thoughts. Just Wrecker with a beard.

[httpsvgin]

ᯓ “IN YOUR WILDEST

DREAMS.” ۶ৎ

“he’s so tall, and handsome as hell, he’s so bad, but he does it so well.” (TAYLOR SWIFT.)

BY @MZLLSIT!!! ᥫ᭡

PAIRING. hwang in-ho & fem!reader.

FANDOM. squid game (seasontwo.) ꪆৎ

T!W. shameless smut. porn with plot. angst. blowjobs. slight age difference. gagging. rough oral sex. violence. blood. slight manipulative in-ho?? (not as bad as it sounds.)

GENRE. smut, slight fluff?

“PART TWO OF ‘SAID YOU’RE A WILD

MUSTANG’ AS REQUESTED!!!!

(I SUGGEST READING ^ FIRST AS THE PLOT WOULD MATCH UP EASIER FOR YOU!!!

SUMMARY. ᝰ.ᐟ the day following yours and in-ho’s small.. ‘interaction’ left you feeling hopeless as you found that he had been avoiding you since the second he left you vulnerable in that bathroom. a million questions spiralled in your head to what possibly could be the reason he was acting so stubborn and hell, did you want your answers. taking matter into your own hands, you cornered in-ho into giving you the answers you want and deserve.. until you found yourself in a rather.. sticky situation?

!!!!AUTHORS NOTE!!!!! . . . in this fanfic i twisted up the story a smudge and basically removed the whole last scene of the rebellion and replaced it with the aftermath of the night games and the players making their way up toward their 4th game just so this story would kinda like make sense bruh??? and on another note the comments left on my last post were so supportive istg my ego is through the roof yall i love it. also, im thinking of writing a story with the love interest being sangwoo cuz hes been my man since day one guys. lmk who u want to see me write about next and thank you so much for all your support!!!!!!!! ᥫ᭡

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the hours following after the blood bath that erupted amongst the players felt as though they could last a million lifetimes. you watched as the pink covered guards entered the room with those obnoxious boxes, plush and dark with a taunting pink bow on the top just to add another “fuck you” to the players about their power while they scrooped up the bodies of the dead.

blood seemed to be on every surface your eyes could catch, the floor, walls, even the beds as you watched a guard carry a limp body of a woman who’s stomach was mutilated and open for all to see, her eyes fluttered shut to show she probably was attacked in her sleep. you couldn’t help but feel bile rise in the back of your throat at the scene, swallowing the acid back down to your stomach with a trembling lip. how can anyone be so fucking inhumane?

yet while you fought away your vomit, your eyes pinned onto a familiar body who was being carried into a box. nam-yu’s wide, dead eyes felt as though they were following your live ones as they lowered him into the box. instantly your mind snapped to the memory of in-ho puncturing the metal pole in through his heart and feeling his warm, crimson blood drip along down your face before his body collapsed ontop of you. this time, your final view of the man who tried to end your life was left with a hole through his body and his head tilted up to stare at the ceiling as they slid the lid of the box over his body.

and yet the man who saved your life seemed to have removed himself from it completely as he sat in the same corner with gi-hun, jung-bae and the rest of their alliance, his eyes staring at the ground with what looked like guilt but with feeling your eyes on him, he tilted his own to look back at you for a short moment which made your heart rattled against your chest before his attention was quickly yanked away as jung-bae opened his mouth to talk.

so here you sat across the room, feeling like a crumb that was kicked under the carpet, longed to be forgot about. not even an hour ago he was staring up at you from between your legs like you were a prized antique, fragile and precious and made to be cherished. now here he is, running a firm hand through his messy hair, not daring to look in your direction. how man like of him.

biting the flesh from under your finger nails you sat a few bunk beds away from your group while the x’s stayed firm in their side of the room but this time each of the sides were down by far more numbers and looked slightly more frightened than ever before.

“hey. .” a soft voice came and dragged you out of your thoughts as you turned your head at the sound of your name. player 120 looked down at you softly, hands tightly at her side to try not to spook you. “my god, i thought you were dead.” she whispered a little breathlessly as she smiled a sweet smile she knew you needed yet you could tell she was more than thrilled to see your face alive and well.

cho-hyun ji her name was, she was someone you stuck along side with during all of the games you played. she and her group recruited you to be theirs during the second game where you shocked your group with your skill of spinning top. to be honest, despite your angered shape it was more than soothing to see such a kind and comforting face after everything.

“come, sit with us.” slowly and carefully she brought her hand up to settle on your shoulder yet not firmly enough to scare you or pressure you.

your eyes were brought to the group who you found to be staring back at you with a smile, player 222, she held her large belly with one hand yet her other tapped the spot next to her, signalling you to sit. gi-hun, the leader you supposed also offered a kind smile toward your way where as in-ho’s dark eyes stared in way you couldn’t quiet put your tongue on. lust? anger? guilt? who knows, instead you took hyun-ji’s hand and followed her over to the rest of the group and ignored the fiery feeling in your stomach.

“ah-haha! there she is!” jung-bae called out from his seat on the stairs and before you could even respond he pulled you into a tight, suffocating embrace, his plump arms patting your back while he chuckled. “we thought we lost you for a second there!” you laughed kindly at the groups relief of seeing your face again and as jung-bae released his bear grip on you, from over his shoulder you caught eyes with in-ho, a strand of his dark hair fell over his eyes which looked like they darkened in colour at the view of you two, and fuck, did it make your stomach sink.

after your small reunion with the group you finally took your seat inbetween player 222 and gi-hun, who affirmed your nervousness with a warm smile yet you could see the pain from behind his eyes as he quickly returned his attention back toward the conversation jung-bae and his marine friend were bantering about. you guessed they were probably trying to make the best out of a bad situation judging by how deflated and scared most of you seemed.

your mind blurred with whatever conversation was happening amongst your friends and instead your eyes pinned to stare at the pink, square guards that stood at the metal double doors, then stared to in-ho, then back to the guards. what correlation did this man have with them? because hell, theres no way they would’ve opened that door even if you pleaded with your whole life and still they allowed him with you at his side to slide away from death and into heavens gates? it made no sense to you at all. and why was it so easy for him to act as though nothing between you had even happened not even a few hours ago when it was eating you up from the inside not to scream in his face.

maybe im overreacting? you thought. anyone in this room is just as desperate for sex, he probably saw you in that bathroom as a stress reliever, a one ‘night’ stand that he could easily slip away from with no feelings attached? sure, it made sense, but nor did it stop the way you felt towards him and it definitely did not make sense on how easily those guards let him live. this man has power, and nobody else knows about it.

and you were going to find out what is was, even if it costs you your life.

. . . .

“attention all players, the next game will commence shortly. please make your way toward the game hall!” the ai voice called from the several speakers around the room to which everyone began to shakily rise from their spots, making their way to the now opened doors.

“any idea on what the next games could be?” you heard jung-bae ask gi-hun, to which gi-hu replied with a tight shrug, assuring that the games have changed since the last time he played and that it was completely out of his power. gi-hun was kind and definitely did not deserve all that was racking on his shoulders, besides, he was a good man with a good heart.

you stuck behind the crowd, following tightly behind hyun-ji while the rest of your group walked through the doors to where the bright colours of the spiralled hallways illuminated and burnt your eyes. in-ho followed closely behind you, alone, and you could practically feel the way his eyes burnt holes at the back of your head. this was your opportunity.

hyun-ji chatted alongside player 246, making their way hastily up the stairs while you shortened your steps, slowing your legs down down and listening quietly to in-ho behind, who’s steps were beginning to match your pace.

waiting until you were out of sight, you twisted your head around to face in-ho behind you before using all your strength to pull and yank him up against the wall, anger lacing your eyes. even though you were at an advantage, his height still towered over you, like he could swallow you whole as he stared down at you, grinning. you felt vulnerable at how beautiful he looked pinned against a wall, keeping his eyes calm and settled on you, hair messy and scattered along his relaxed features.

“mm, little girl finally found her strength, yeah?” his tone was glazed sweetly like honey with a hint of sarcasm laced on his tongue as he took the view of you, knitted eyebrows, hair pulled back into a loose bun as you panted harshly with your hand tight against his chest, trying to keep him still.

“youve been avoiding me.” your chest heaved, staring into his souls with attempted anger yet a slight glisten of lust shimmer behind your eyes. the way you had him pinned reminded you of how he had you in that bathroom, pretty face buried between your legs and eating you out like a man starved of thirst. it sent your thighs to clench just at the thought.

“i have reasons.” his tongue poked on the inside of his cheek, the nerves in his jaw clenched for a moment yet he never broke eye contact or even tried to move out of your grip.

“oh yeah? what reasons, cause i sure as hell know theres something up with you.” you gripped his shirt harder under your shaking hands, yanking his shirt forward in attempt to gain your dominance. he laughed. right in your fucking face, soft and innocent but fuck did it damage your ego.

“reasons that don’t concern you, sweetheart.” the nickname rolled on his tongue in a way that sent butterflies to spiral in the pit of your stomach and your cheeks to flush in a soft pink colour. “now, are we going to do this the nice way, or my way.”

now it was your turn to laugh, cocking an eyebrow and yanking his shirt tighter toward you so his face was inches from yours. “you don’t fucking scare me, in-ho.” you spat, face now laced with seriousness as you stood you firm ground.

“well, so be it.” he shrugged firmly before his hand wrenched around your wrist and yanking it behind your back in a split second. crying out in pain, he shoved your back against him to where your ass pressed firmly against his front while his other hand wrapped around your mouth to muffle your yells. your free arm clawed and slapped against the arm that quietened you yet his strength overpowered yours so easily.

“why’d you have to be so difficult, hm?” his lips were so close to your ear lobe that his hot breath ticked against the plush of your neck.

“fuck you..” you whispered out from a shaky breath, feeling embarrassed at how quickly the tables turned in just a few seconds. then, he chuckled again, but instead this one came out darker.

“as you wish.” he whispered into the crook of your neck before grabbing both your wrists with one hand and used his other to yank the door handle behind him that his back pressed against, shoving you both inside.

the first thing that caught your eye was the long walk way and how nearly every material of the room was covered in gold decor, walls covered in black paint with shelves of whiskey and liquor that probably dated back to centuries ago sat behind a glass case while in the centre sat a large tv half the size of the room. on the screen played footage of the players still walking up the stairs to the game, in front sat a plush, leather couch with a side table that had a half drank glass of bourbon ontop. next to that sat a mask, yet it was different from the one the guards wore and it made your skin tingle.

yet your wondering eyes were stopped in their tracks as in-ho pressed himself tighter against your lower back before leading you forward through the walkway, his breathe tickling softly against your skin.

“you’re shaking.” he spoke against your pulse point in your neck, still pining your wrist behind you as he walked you like a fucking dog toward the plush sofa to where he brought you round to the front. slowly, his long fingers trailed up your body, not once letting his lips leave your skin as he practically inhaled your scent. eventually they landed on your clothed shoulder before he pressed down on it for you to lower yourself down on your knees.

fuck. you tried to swallow the lump that grew in your throat as you sat on your knees in front of him, watching as he man spread out before you, arms resting behind him while he stared down at you with that same fucking smirk that made you clench your legs.

“who are you working fo—“ the words muffled your throat before you were shoved face first into his crotch, feeling his hard erection through the material of his joggers. he rubbed your cheek against the bulge in his trousers and you swore you heard a small, whiny hum from his lips.

“shh.. why don’t you use that pretty mouth of yours for a greater good, hm?” his large palm petted the back of your head, stroking you like you were a soft animal as you swallowed the gathering saliva that gathered anxiously in your mouth. “do me well and ill answer any questions you have for me, sweetheart. deal?”

you nodded your chin up and down as you slowly edged your finger to the waist band of his tracksuit bottoms, pulling them slowly with shaking fingers. feeling your trembling touch, in-ho brought a warm palm to your cheek, thumb running comfortingly over the scar left under your eye as his eyes glistened beautifully under the gold lighting. and shit, you swore you get sticky just at his touch.

“mhm, just like that.” he coed down at you quietly, treating you as precious that if he spoke to loud you would shatter like a piece of glass. being validated by him was a drug you never knew you needed, and hell, were you addicted. cautiously, you began pulling at his clothes again until they were down to his thighs, leaving him in a pair of calvin kline boxer briefs. hot and ironic, judging his rich scent you werent exactly surprised to see them with his large bulge staring back at you.

for a moment, you looked up at him to where he was already staring back down at you, palm still cupping your cheek as he gave a gentle nod of approval before your finger tips brushed at the elastic top of his pants as softly yanking them down. fuck.

his size practically made your mouth gape open slightly, your wide eyes taking in the mouthwatering sight. a baby pink tip beaded and glistened with pre-cum while a pretty vein ran along the side of his cock, starting from his base and traveling the full way to the tip. you gulped at his girth, fantasising at how perfectly he could satisfyingly fill you up against this fucking couch.

“please.” he mumbled, sounding breathless already and slightly needy as he took one hand to gather your soft hair into a ponytail before shoving your head down harshly on his cock, forcing his tip to stab against the back of your throat which made your eyes fill with tears as you choked.

bobbing your head up and down, your lips wrapped around his large girth perfectly while your palms sat firm on either side of his thighs for support. the sounds leaving his mouth were like they were sent from heaven, breathless and desperate, almost enough to make you cum there and then. his fingers interlinked with the roots on your hair, tugging on the strands.

bringing yourself up from his cock, you admired the way it glistened with your saliva as you caught your breath. for a moment, you looked up to capture the view of this man, his head tilted back as his adams apple bobbed in his throat while his eyes wrenched shut. he was fucking beautiful and vulnerable while you sat in between his legs, it made you want to suck him dry until he cried out your name to stop.

gently, you leaned you head back down to his tip, using your tongue to kitten lick around the base to taste the sweetness of his pre-cum. this caused in-ho to grip at your hair painfully, letting out a deep groan at the way you teased his sensitive tip.

“who do you work for?” you whispered against his length and you swore you felt it twitch between your hand as you used one to work at the base of his cock while your tongue remained along his tip, licking long stripes.

“i dont work for nobody.” he grumbled from the couch, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, his chest heaving slightly at how beautifully you worked and treated him. “what makes you think i do, hm?”

“during the night those guards just—“ you gripped on the meat of his thigh as he shoved your mouth back down on his cock, making you gag out loudly against him which sent shivers down his spine at the vibration. tears battled behind your eyes at the burning that began to ride in the back of your throat yet his cock continued to thrust harsher and deeper between your lips.

you couldn’t even breathe against him, yet he couldn’t give less of a shit as he continued to shove his dick balls deep in your snappy mouth that got you in this position in the first place. sucking and gagging along his cock felt euphoric for you, even leaving your panties wet with your slick yet you attempted to cross your legs at the uncomfortable, sticky feeling that grew in between them.

squeezing on his thighs, you felt hot tears stream from your cheeks while your mouth battled with the roughness of his thrusts as he fucked your mouth vigorously. soon enough, your knees bucked at the way he twitched in your mouth before his warm cum coated every surface of your mouth, filling you up completely.

“fuck..” he panted harshly, letting go of the grip of hair he held to look down at you with your mouth full of cum. your lips were puffy and pink while your cheeks stained with tears as you swallowed harshly, his taste leaving a sweet tingle on your tongue. then, he took your face in with hand hand, lifting your chin up to look at him as he squeezed both sides of your cheeks between his fingers.

“look at me when i talk to you.” he grunted down at you, fluttering your eyelashes to look at his face with your glossy eyes as you sniffled slightly. taking one hand, he wiped a drip of cum from the crease of your lips before tugging at your hair to open your mouth. sliding his thumb between your lips, you licked of the residue with the warmth of your tongue, then softly he removed it with a short pop.

“you’re a smart girl, yeah? but not smart enough to understand what danger you have put yourself in.” his tone was gentle, yet his words made your heart thump wildly against your chest. the fuck does that mean? you wanted to ask, yet you chewed on your tongue to not do so.

“i dont.. understand?” you almost choked on your words, eyebrows knotting into a thrown as you felt just as clueless as before, yet this time with a slight bit of your dignity stripped judging by the fact you had to suck off a potentially dangerous stranger because you were curious.. well, not just that. but still, he had your mind lopped in confusion thats for sure.

“i don’t expect you to, sweetheart.” he coed, twirling your soft hair between his finger tips while his other still remained on keeping your chin up at him. “but, please, understand this.”

slowly, he lowered his head down toward yours, brushing his thumb along the softness of your bottom lip. in-ho stopped to trace his lips along your ear lobe, nibbling at the soft skin before opening his mouth to whisper upon it. “if anyone even dares to hurt you, i promise ill chop off every single one of their fingers and serve them to you on a silver platter.” he chuckled against your neck, licking a nipping at the skin as he felt you tremble bellow him.

“with their head as dessert.” he growled in your ear, violence and threat slashed on his tongue while he used his spare arm to scoop you up from the plush carpet floor and into the warmth of his lap. “do you understand that?”

“yes.” your bottom lip trembled and eyes widened with the seriousness of his tone, and fuck did he mean every word of it. nor did you hesitate to believe him either, taking your hands to wrap around the back of his neck and rest your chin into the crook of his neck, inhaling the expensive scent he let off.

“thats my girl.”

[sh1-n0bu]

𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 21: aftercare with il capitano from genshin impact

warnings: aftercare, very very very soft, capitano being inhumanely large like 7ft tall smt smt, fluff, established relationship, mentions of sex

notes: nooo what do yall mean i have a new favorite character from genshin impact! i still like my anemo boys very much hahahahah nervous laughter

to others, il capitano is terrifying.

his tall and imposing frame scares away every living creature. the metal clinking of his armor and the heavy broadsword he carries doing nothing to make him less approachable. if anything it’s the opposite.

to others, il capitano is that. il capitano. the captain of the fatui harbingers and the first of the eleven. a man who holds great title and an even greater power. just his sheer presence demands respect and authority from those that dare to approach him within 2 meters of distance.

but to you, he was your loving husband. behind the closed shut privacy of your shared manor, il capitano would shed his titles and duties alongside his heavy fatui coat. hanging them by the door as he enters your shared bedroom.

in the safe and warm comfort of your home and in your arms, he was just capitano. no need for fancy titles or powerful presence or terrifying strength that rivaled monsters. just a tired man and a loving, devoted husband who kneels before you.

said large man would freely give himself up for you. lying down on the bed, spreading his legs for you as he keeps his hands by his side, clutching into the sheets below him as your hands trail over his skin. flushed cheeks and dazed eyes looking at you longingly, baritone voice letting out an uncharacteristic moans and soft whimpers when you finally wrap your hand around his dick.

he was always such a big man. imposing frame and muscular physique coupled with his silent demeanor all worked in great favor to intimidate his enemies. but not to you. to you, your husband would gladly let down his walls, feeling small and vulnerable in your arms despite him being way larger than you.

but that was the meaning of being in love. capitano loved you and he loved being your husband and he hoped that you feel the same about the two of you and your relationship.

when your hand would gently coax him back into consciousness, helping to ground his mind from the hazy cotton filled brain of his after tender moments, capitano would let out a low grunt before followed by a chuckle. the sound deep and rumbling, coming from the depths of his heart as he leans into the palm of your hand like a cat seeking affection. you always joked of him being an oversized cat.

holding his larger and marred hand in your own, you would help him get up. guiding the two of you to the bathroom where the large bathtub was already filled warm water and bath bombs. sinking into the soothing water, capitano would allow himself this momentary respite.

his scarred flesh peppered in loving kisses and gentle caresses by your expert hands. in return, he would place kisses on your skin, wherever he could reach first. the feeling of your hand running through the long locks of his hair would cause him to let out a sound akin to a purr. melting into your embrace despite him having you on his lap. he always felt so small when he was within your presence.

briefly, you would suggest of trimming the ends of his hair in a soft voice, almost lulling him completely into sleep. wrapping his arms around your waist tighter, he would pull you close until your bare chest would meet his. heartbeats in unison as it could be felt through the skin and flesh keeping you both away. wordlessly, capitano would nod to your suggestion.

your husband would always nod along and agree to whatever you would say or suggest. if you were to ask him to bring you the heart of an archon as a valentine gift as a joke, capitano would try his damnest to make it a reality. that’s just how smitten he was with you. you were the only one that can bring him to his knees and keel him on his toes, after all.

after the wash-up of your post-coital is finished and his large body is safely wrapped around your smaller frame like a blanket, would he find himself able to talk again. some mundane things like a white furred fox he saw or a new stall opened at the market square that he knows you would love to visit. ever so often, capitano would adjust his arm to pull you tighter against himself. almost as if hoping to mold your bodies and souls together so he could never be separated from you ever again.

with a gentle kiss to your forehead, a quiet “good night, my beloved” paired with an uncharacteristically gentle smile filled with mirth, capitano knows that you are his life. his one and only. and his heart. the keeper of his soul.

[jamesdeniscouldnever]

Alright, so hurt/comfort won the fic vote, so here we go! Written on mobile since my laptop is broke, so forgive formatting errors. Yall, this is so long. I got carried away. This is part one of a two parter, the other will take place in act 3.

Them. pt 1.

Summary: When Rolan fails to stave off the shadow curse after leaving to find his siblings in the shadowlands, he ends up more than a little bruised and lost. So, of course, it had to be them who showed up to save him again. It just had to be Tav.

Rolan wasn't quite sure where he was. Where anything was, now that he was thinking about it. The shadows and darkness that obscured the land around him made it hard to see if he was anywhere near moonrise towers or if he was truly hopelessly lost. He could feel frustrated tears pricking the corners of his eyes, but he quickly blinked them away and squared his shoulders, reminding himself of the whole reason he had come out here - Lia and Cal. He *Would* find them if it was the last thing he did.

He set off down the path once more with renewed determination. He would move the Heavens and Hells to find them. He would cast himself into Avernus once more if it meant they would be safe. If they could be saved...if they weren't already dead. What if they were already dead?

The thought has him stopping in his tracks and clenching his first. Damn this. Damn Thorm for taking them. Damn Zevlor for freezing on the group. Damn himself for going after the children first. And damn that stupid cretin Tav for playing hero at the grove and then leaving them to the darkness. If they had stayed with the group of teiflings, would they be in so much trouble now? Would it have changed anything? Would Lia and Cal be safe?

Rolan aggressively wipes away a tear that's escaped and is rolling down his cheek. He takes deep breaths to try and hold back a sob and looks around once more. He's stopped under a lantern, like the few that seem scattered around the area. Probably left by those long gone. Selúne's blessing keeps him safe from falling to the curse, but he's still grateful for the light. It gives him a moment of comfort. One that is quickly cut short by the sound of inhuman shrieks and groans. Rolan quickly whips around, a cold shard of fear running through his spine. Shadows.

4 of them, to be exact. And they're quickly inching their way closer to him, not willing to step into the light but also unwilling to let him escape. He immediately conjures the first cantrip he can think of - a ball of fire - and without thinking, launches it at the nearest shadow. It shrieks and evaporates into itself, leaving three still staring at him with their featureless faces. He grounds his feet and readies himself to take them on or die trying, anything but being dragged off into the shadows.

His focus is broken when the shadows move in, enraged by the fall of their compatriot, no longer afraid of the mere light of a lantern. Before he can even move necrotic claws are ripping into his flesh, horrifying shrieks and screams fill his ears. He's desperately trying to focus, to conjure something, anything, to free himself long enough to have a chance at a fair fight. But as the shadows advance and drain him of any hope he had left, he begins to give in. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe he'd be with Lia and Cal again. Maybe he could stop constantly running for his life...

Just as he's about to finally stop fighting and let go, a blast from somewhere up the hill sends the three shadows flying back. Not yet defeated, but away from him. Rolan lifts his head. When had he bowed it? When had he fallen to his knees?

The first sight he's met with is *them*. Tav, in all their glory, advancing with both weapon and magic, a look of furious determination on their face. They make such quick work of the shadows that had almost taken him that he's almost embarrassed to have fallen to them. As the last shadow falls they whip around, immediately making for him.

"Rolan! Thank the gods, you're alive! Are you hurt? What in the nine hells are you doing out here alone? I heard you yelling, thank Selúne I found you in time."

He had been yelling? Their hands are flitting over him, not quite touching him. Their face holds concern, their brow pinched with worry. Why were they here? Why the hells did they follow him? Why couldn't he do anything for himself anymore?

"Damn it! Damn you. All I came here to do was to look for my family, and I can't even do that! Not without needing you to swoop in to save me," his voice catches and his shoulders hunch, his will finally leaving him, "and if I had that much trouble just walking through the woods...they're dead aren't they? Lia and Cal are dead."

Bitter tears leave his eyes before he can stop them. They had come all this way, survived so long! And for what? Just to be taken by shadows and monsters. To be taken by what resembles a child's nightmare. He's about to scream every foul word he knows when two hands cup his face. Tav now kneels in front of him, having joined him on the ground. They stare into his eyes with stallworth determination and care.

"Rolan, Lia and Cal are back at the Last Light Inn. When you told me where they'd been taken I set out immediately. Lied my way into the dungeon and snuck them out of a hole in the back of their cell, the others who were taken too. And some other friends of mine. We got back, and you were gone. Umi said you'd set off into the dark alone, and I immediately came looking for you. Gods, how awful would that have been? To get them out only to lose you?"

This whole time, they've been holding his face, trying to get through to him. He was vaugley aware of their thumb stroking his cheek. He wondered if they knew they were doing it. He felt a sort of numbness spread over him. Lia and Cal were safe. They were at the inn waiting for him. His family was alive. He doesn't speak, merely tries to struggle to his feet so he can run back there as fast as possible and strangle those two idiots for worrying him and then cry on their shoulders later that night in the privacy of their room. However, as soon as he puts weight on his feet, he finds himself falling back to his knees, Tav scrambling after him.

"Rolan, stop, stop! You're hurt. There's blood everywhere. Gods, have you even noticed? Those claws shredded you like an owlbears lunch!" They're fussing over him and trying to pull him back, now searching through their pouch for something.

Now that they've mentioned it and the adrenaline is wearing off, he's keenly aware of pain blooming over almost every part of his body. The blood soaking his robes, too. Fear strikes through him once more. Would he get back to Lia and Cal after all? Just as he's about to let doubt creep in, tav places one hand on his shoulder and holds a bottle to his lips.

"Drink. It's a healing potion. It's not enough to heal all your wounds, mind you, but enough to get you back to Last Light."

Rolan drinks without another word, the bitter taste sliding down his throat. The pain lessens. Small wounds mend themselves. He let's out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

"Thank you." Is all he can utter. Tav helps him to his feet and braces one of his arms over their shoulders. Slowly, they begin their trek back to he inn. Back to safety. Something feels odd as they walk. And it suddenly hits him what it is.

"Where are your friends? I've never seen you travel alone. are they okay?" He questions, wondering if their found family had fallen the way his nearly had.

Tav's face flushes just a little, along with the tips of their ears. Rolan worries for a moment that he's upset them, that their friends really are gone, before they pipe up in a voice that is laced with embarrassment.

"They're fine... they're at Last Light still, I imagine. I, uh...I wasn't kidding when I said I ran to find you after Umi told me you were gone. I don't think any of them were able to keep up with me." Tav's smiles a little sheepishly at him as they walk, and he feels his own eyes soften at them. They really were such a hero, weren't they?

They approach Last Light so much more quickly than he'd thought they would. He hadn't been very far at all...damned shadows must have had him walking in circles. Despite his embarrassment, he feels himself trying to pick up the pace as the lights come into view. He wants to see Lia and Cal for himself. He wants his siblings.

Tav complies, and they quickly approach, nodding at the guards who recognize them and moving straight to the main building. Sitting at the back of the room at the bar, he spots his brother and sister, looking just as worried as he had mere hours ago. Lia sees him first.

"Rolan! There you are! What in the hells were you thinking?! What happened to you?" She's a mix of angry and relieved, he can tell, and he wraps her in a hug before she can scold him and more. After a moment, he releases her and moves to grip his brother in the same manner. A bolt of nervous anger overcomes him he wasn't truly mad, but when someone scares you in such a way what else can you be?

"You're okay. What is wrong with you two?! I was worried sick, I thought you were dead!" He begins to bark in return. He feels a hand on his shoulder and looks to see Yav giving him a look.

"I was expecting a bit of a warmer reunion." They say with an eyebrow raised. He growls at them.

"I thought my family was DEAD. But... You're right. This isn't the time. I... thank you. For everything." He sighs before turning to his siblings once more, "Are you okay? Do you need anything to eat or drink?"

Cal smiles at him and grips his shoulder.

"We're alright, we promise. We're just glad to see you." And Rolan can't help but sigh, his bluster gone.

"I know. I know. I was just so worried about you."

"And we're still worried about you. Look at you! Covered in blood and bruises! You need to get that taken care of. Is there a healer in this camp?" Lia cuts in, angry little sister that she is. Tav smiles, that same kind smile they always have.

"There's not, but I know a bit about medicine. I could take care of it." They say calmly, as if afraid to trigger more yelling. Lia only smiles in relief.

"Could you? We'd be so grateful."

"Now hang on a moment, I never-" Rolan begins before a wuthering look from Lia shuts him up. He sighs and simply nods along, knowing she won't be pleased until he's well. Tav chuckles quiet before putting a a hand on his back and guiding him to one of the few bedrooms in the inn.

"Little privacy, yeah? I'm probably going to have to get your shirt off to bandage you up." Tav says with quiet encouragement. Rolan nods and finds himself sitting on the bed, pulling his robes over his head. Tav pauses when they see him, and for a moment, he swears he sees tears in their eyes. He looks down at himself and finds deep bruises and gashes covering his abdomen. He truly looked like he had been cast back into Avernus.

"What? Don't I look as handsome as ever?" He jokes, trying to lighten the mood. Tav blinks a few times, fighting the watery feeling in their eyes and smiling sadly.

"Of course. You always look handsome." They say it with such earnest that Rolan feels himself blushing with heat. Thank the gods for red skin. He goes silent and allows them to look him over, applying salves and bandaging cuts where they need to. They work with such gentle hands and a feather-light touch that he wonders at them. These same hands cut and slice enemies down without hesitation. He's rarely seen These hands not covered in blood. And yet, in this moment, he could mistake them for the touch of a healer or a nurse maid. He sighs despite himself when Tav's hands caress over a particularly sore spot on his shoulder blade.

Tav gives a gentle smile and laughs quietly, their fingers smoothing over the ridges in his skin without judgment. They finish and pack up their healing items and give him a gentle smile.

"You should rest now, okay? I'll get your brother and sister and send them up. Let them keep an eye on you." All while saying this, Tav is gently pushing him to lay down and drawing the blankets over him. He nods without complaint.

Tav smiles again and leaves the room. Moments later, Lia and Cal appear, fussing over him and continuing their scolding. They stop, however, when Rolan begins to cry in relief. His family is alive. He is safe. And it's all thanks to that stupid hero. His hero. Tav.

They hush and talk and jabber on as the night goes on, until eventually he falls into a peaceful half-sleep. He can hear the voices of his siblings but not discern what they're saying. His relaxes in the moment and welcomes the oncoming sleep. He thinks he hears a door opening and a third familiar voice joining the others. Who is that?

He is too far gone to wake and check for himself, but when he feels the unmistakable sensation of a cool hand gently pressing against his forehead as if checking for fever, he knows. Its them. He finally let's go and allows himself to give into a full sleep, but swears the last thing he feels before all fades to black is a mouth gently kissing his forehead. Them.

@illidariiii @potato-dragons @miwn8 @tieflingteatime

[simonsdoll]

⛓️POSSESSION⛓️

PART: SIX

WARNING:angst,possessive/obsessive behavior, jealously,stalking and kidnapping

DISCLAIMER: NSFW CONTENT AND MDNI

PAIRING: Yandere Ghost x fem!reader

A/N: I want to make this very clear that I do not condone this behavior. This is written for military fem!reader. The yandere behavior will gradually get more intense so please be aware. Again please be aware that this is a touchy subject. Hope you enjoy!❤️

10:23 am

That morning you woke up with a headache and everything around you looked blurry and didn’t seem to hear the heavy knocking at your door and faint talking. You looked at the alarm clock which took you a little too long to see clearly. Your eyes widened and you rubbed your eyes to make sure it was really that late. The banging was getting louder by the second and you recognized the gruff voice behind the door and it was Price. You quickly lifted the covers trying not to tumble over them and you opened the door. You already knew what you were to expect once you opened the door. As you opened the door, Price was asking question after question and it only sounded faint and you rubbed your temple by how loud Price was shouting and yelling at you for being lazy and forgetting about your work.

He took notice of your unusual and incomprehensive state to which he stopped arguing and quickly held you and took you to the medics office for evaluation. Once there, Price was pacing back and forth wondering why all of a sudden you got sick when you were perfectly fine the previous day. The medics took a look at you and eventually let Price know that you consumed something that did you bad but that you were perfectly fine. Price kept looking at you and came to terms that you would be by his side for a while just to keep an eye on you. He walked you to your room and waited till you changed so you both could get yalls day started.

Ghost was in the training room boxing vigorously trying to get rid of the electric and exhilarating joy out of his system. As he kept punching with such force he got exhausted and hugged the punching bag. Heavy panting and sweat fell down his face and a devilish smile came upon just from getting flash backs from last night. Wondering if you got scolded by Price for waking up so late and not remembering your duties. He just chuckles knowing he had you all to himself that night and he wishes you were actually responsive so you could see and hear all the things he wishes to do and say to you if you just took a chance to give him what he wants. How you had him a blushing and shy mess with just the touch of your fingers. How that kiss he gave you felt so real even though you weren’t awake to feel and know how soft your lips were when he held your face so gently trying to savor and remember the touch and warmth of your skin.

Ghost thought to himself that last night would always be a night to remember and no longer a dream. It was the first time you both held hands…the night he got to confess his feelings to you…and the night you both shared your first kiss. He was the only person who would even be allowed to do those things he thought to himself and if anyone tried to come in between y’all he would do the indescribable and the most inhumane things he could think of to them. You were his everything. No one deserved you. You were made for him and he was sure you liked him back from the compliments you gave him to the friendly innocent smiles you would give him when he would compliment you or say something funny just to see you smile for him. In his mind, no one would be capable of protecting such a beautiful soul like yours and no one deserves your attention nor compliments. “All I want is you. All I’ve ever wanted was you.”

To small debriefs and being stuck in Price’s smoke filled office, he gave you a small pep talk about staying focused and staying on top of your duties and he finally let you go since he saw your headache went away and you were back to normal. You made your way to the mess hall because Price didn’t let you eat until you were ok first. You grabbed lunch and made your way to a nearby table and sat down enjoying your free time. Ghost was looking for you and was wondering if you were back to a normal state after drinking what he gave you last night. He peeked through the metal doors and he found you all alone sitting down enjoying your lunch. He looked to his sides to make sure no one was near to disturb y’all and so he walked inside and he sat down infront of you.

You welcomed Ghost with a smile and Ghost couldn’t keep his composure while smiling under the mask to see how happy you were to see him. You were so clueless and he couldn’t stop himself from getting flashbacks from last night just looking at those same lips he kissed so gently and softly. Those hands holding the fork were so the same ones he interlaced his fingers with and wished to keep them like that forever. After making some small chit chat with Ghost he brought up that he didn’t see you all day and he asked you where you’ve been.

You were explaining to him how last night you strangely felt really sleepy and that you woke up super late because of it and was woken up to Price’s shouting. That you had to be babysitted by Price all day because you weren’t feeling good. Under the mask Ghost was smirking and feeling so much pity for you when he knows deep down it was all him who caused this. His hypocrite self recommended you get more sleep or to just relax more because he doesn’t want you sleeping on the job. You take his words of advice the best you can and just resume eating. He wouldn’t want you being scolded by Price but if it meant having some alone time with you while your unconscious for hours, he would do it over and over again until you finally come to terms that he loves you and that he would do anything for you because you belong to him and he would go to the extremities of killing anyone for you. To protect you. “I love you so much, you have no idea to what limits I’d go to prove that to you.”

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Take Me Back to Eden- Part 3- Venable x Reader

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Had to give yall something on the Queen's birthday. Enjoy!

Words: 2k+

Warnings: Language

You weren’t told why they were taking you, and you weren’t told where. You had just gotten the alert on your phone when they showed up, dragging you out of the chaotic café just moments after the newscast went dead, a chilling rainbow of colors lighting up the screen.

Signal lost.

You weren’t sure how they found you, but suddenly you were being dragged down a series of stairs and locked in a cell, far below the city. A few moments later, you heard another cell open, then another, and then screams as the lights went out and the entire structure began to shake. The other two inhabitants talked to each other, but you didn’t make a sound, you couldn’t, not when you knew that all of this was your fault.

By the time they loaded you into the car two weeks later, you weren’t even sure your voice still worked. The other two were surprised that you had been below them all this time. They asked you questions, but you just stared blankly ahead, watching the never-ending haze that stretched in every direction.

When you arrived, you were sent to decontamination, being subjected to the same protocol you designed, being stripped bare and scrubbed down from head to toe. Somehow, knowing the very valid reasons behind it didn’t make it any more bearable, and you cursed yourself for designing something so inhumane. You trailed behind Emily and Timothy, staring down at the floor as you entered some sort of great room, and then you heard her speak.

Your head snapped up, only to find Venable staring right back at you, a hundred different emotions flashing across your features before the anger took over, your eyes going straight back to the floor, counting the cracks in the cement. You wondered if they had been there before, or if they had appeared after the blast, a flaw in the already fragile system.

You barely listened as she droned on about how you were the chosen ones to survive, a sour taste invading your mouth. This was the cruelest form of punishment, and maybe she knew that, maybe that was why you were spared, her personal chew toy that she could destroy on any and every whim. She rattled off the schedule and the rules: mealtimes are strictly enforced, social hour is mandatory, no sex allowed, and it was all you could do to not laugh. What a joke this was, adhering to any kind of schedule when the world was in ruins, when anyone you had ever loved was either incinerated, or dying a slow, agonizing death.

“Is there a problem?” Venable sneered, breaking you out of your thoughts. You didn’t know how much time had passed, but Emily and Timothy appeared to be long gone.

“I did everything you asked…” You ground out, glaring at the woman now perched in front of you.

Venable hummed, motioning for you to follow her, “And that is why you were spared.”

“Spared?” You chuckled darkly, “I was spared?”

“Yes,” Venable snapped, turning to glare at you, “You are here. You are alive. You were spared, and you should be grateful.” You rolled your eyes, and Venable motioned to a door, “This is your room, now get dressed before I change my mind and make you a grey.”

You huffed as she walked away, muttering, “You should have let me die.”

Venable turned on her heel, giving you a steely gaze, “I’ll be back shortly to discuss your duties, be ready. I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

You walked into your room and slammed the door, ripping open your wardrobe and pulling out an all-black outfit and throwing it on the bed, plopping down as you began to work at the corset, pulling back when the tears were threatening to overflow. You thought about walking out the doors and into the nuclear winter, but you knew at this point it would only lead to a slow, painful death. It had been at least two weeks since the initial blast, and the radiation was already beginning to decay. If you were going to do it, it would have had to be long before this. Before, it would have been a simple “lights out” scenario, now, it would be cancer and starvation.

You didn’t realize how long you had been sitting there until you heard a knock on your door, quickly stripping and yanking the dress up your body, “Just a second!”

You should have known Venable wouldn’t wait, the door opening only a moment later. Luckily, you had the dress most of the way on, but your back was still exposed as you fought with the strings of the corset. “You should have already been dressed.” Venable sneered.

You sighed, “The dress was a little more complicated than I anticipated.”

Venable rolled her eyes and you refocused on lacing your dress, your hands fumbling as you heard the taps of her cane, and you jumped when you felt her cold rings on your back. “Stay still.” She chided, her hands gliding over the strings as she tightened every row, the action making your already struggling lungs feel even more constricted and bringing a fresh set of tears to your eyes. After she tied them in a bow, you turned to face her, trying and failing to hide how you were gasping for breath. “Is it too tight?” She asked, her eyes glancing over you.

You shook your head, only to be met with a look, so you doubled down, “It’s not too tight. Thank you, Miss Venable.”

Venable nodded curtly, “Very well. Follow me.”

You ended up in her room, staring at a dinosaur of a desktop. “Unfortunately, the server is hardwired to the system and can’t be moved, so you’ll have to work in here.”

You glanced over at her, “What do you mean?”

Venable pointed to the computer, “This is why Jeff and Mutt wanted you to be saved. You created the system, you’ll be the one to upkeep and monitor it.”

You shook your head, “Have there been any issues?”

“No,” Venable said, pursing her lips, “But I’m sure there will be something, updates you have to run.”

You shook your head again, “That’s not a good idea. If the system is functioning how you want it to, you don’t want to introduce new codes. It could create a bug.”

Venable cocked her head, her eyes raking over you, “How do you know there isn’t a bug already?”

“I tested the system thousands of times, under hundreds of conditions with 100% success.” You explained, “If it fails, it isn’t because of a coding error, it’s a mechanical issue, and I can’t fix that.”

“You always have an answer for everything, don’t you?” Venable sneered, “Why would they want you down here if you weren’t of any use?”

 “I don’t know.” You said, shaking your head, more confused than anything, “They would have known that I couldn’t do anything.”

Venable rolled her eyes, “Well, I guess I’ll have to find something else for you to do so that you’re not completely useless.” You nodded, waiting for further instruction, but she just huffed, “That will be all.”

You went back to your room, sitting on the bed and staring at the wall until dinner. You followed the other guests to the dining room, quietly introducing yourself to the others as you waited for the meal to be served and choosing to spend the remaining time taking in your surroundings. While you had designed practically all of the features of this outpost, there was some novelty to it. Despite having electricity, the entire bunker was lit by candlelight, and it gave you just enough distance from the whole thing to give you some relief from the guilt you felt swirling in your gut.

You refocused just as dinner was brought out, seeing the gelatinous nutrition cube centered on your plate. Another thing that was new to you. You had heard about these things in passing at your old job, and you assumed there would be some form of food source, but your brain had never connected the dots. You heard another resident begin to complain, whining about how much money they paid to be fed scraps, and then you heard the slap, snapping your gaze up and watching your bosses hand drop back down to her side. You didn’t believe what you were seeing. Sure, Venable had always been a particular kind of cruel, but you had never seen her so much as pinch another person, let alone hit them.

“I received correspondence from the cooperative. Three of the other outposts have been overrun, we are the last of civilization.”

“That’s impossible.” You said, your eyes wide and frantic as you searched for any indication that she was playing some kind of fucked up joke, but she simply raised her eyebrows knowingly.

“Nothing is impossible these days.”

You nodded, fixing your features and focusing on your food, staring down at the plate so hard you thought you might burn a hole right through it, your mind going over and over every code you wrote, every protocol you built. How could it have failed that quickly? All those people, dead because of you, because of what you built. They thought they were paying for a sanctuary, instead they got a tomb.

You heard the numerous footsteps approaching and glanced up, only to see a woman you didn’t recognize. “There’s been a radiation spike. Someone went outside.”

Venable glared at the group as they all proclaimed their innocence, but she found her eyes drifting to you, who stayed silent. You didn’t move when they ran the sensor over you, didn’t even flinch, your face was just blank. No worry, no anger, no fear, nothing, and Venable began to wonder if she made a mistake bringing you here. While she wasn’t stupid enough to believe that you wouldn’t have some sort of reaction, she did expect something different out of you, although she wasn’t sure exactly what. She still wasn’t sure what made her save you in the first place.

The sensors went off, the two culprits dragged out kicking and screaming, but it didn’t bring the satisfaction that Venable though it would. Maybe it wasn’t exciting enough, or maybe it was the way you glared at her, but either way, Venable felt something unfamiliar stirring in her chest.

Guilt.

She didn’t like it, shaking her hands like it would somehow flick off and splatter the walls like wet sand. She looked away from you, choosing to eat the rest of her dinner in silence like the rest of the inhabitants. After all, this was only the first act.

When Gallant returned towards the end of social hour, Venable watched as he recounted the events to the rest of the group. How he was scrubbed down raw, how they weren’t able to clean Stu, how he was shot. She watched you fidget, watched your cheeks flush and your breath quicken, and she felt that same feeling again. She looked away, and when she looked back, you were gone.

You slipped away the first chance you had, sprinting back to your room and closing the door, struggling to breathe as you fumbled for the strings at your back and desperately tried to untie the knot with shaky hands. It wasn’t happening fast enough, so you dug your nails in and pulled. You heard the threads straining, then your shoulder broke free, and you used the leverage from the newly torn fabric to rip the dress down and off your body, curling up on the stone floor as your body was wracked with heaving sobs. It was all too much for your brain to process, you couldn’t think. Everything was hitting you all at once, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. This was your life now.

When the tears finally subsided, you looked up, only to see Venable towering in front of you, and you quickly moved to cover your exposed body with your arms. Venable didn’t seem to notice, or care, her eyes moving from your face to the clearly ripped dress on the floor.

“It wouldn’t come off.” You whispered, your voice hoarse from all the wailing.

Venable nodded, but barely, “Until I find a purpose for you, you’ll be my personal assistant.” You nodded, confused as Venable reached down and picked up your dress, running her fingers over the ripped seam, “I’ll fix it, but it would be in your best interest to keep your emotions in check.”

[riveracheron]

yall know the. “mechanisms is jon’s college band” au? sometimes basira is there and sometimes jordan is there and also sometimes nikola is there which i personally. don’t really enjoy? to each their own and i think its funny but i just. shot up with an epiphany. i dont know if its been done before but

nikola orsinov says This

and um. in tma avatar speech “borrow” often means. steal or kill.

so what if.

the voice we hear, nikola’s voice, the voice belonding to jessica law who also voices the toy soldier. was actually the voice of jon’s old college friend who played it? and nikola either stole it painfully or killed them?

might develop an actual oc for them but feel free to just take and Run

mmmm imagine the angst of hearing your old friend who you lost touch with for the first time, and her voice actually belongs to something inhuman; but it sounds so much like them you can’t help but feel like they personally betrayed you.

how very Stranger, huh?

ofc nikola had no way of knowing that the random musician they grabbed would end up being Extremely close to their target: but hey, it makes everything easier

[q56rowanblack]

Lore secrets and head cannons ⟟ just made up-

Rowan is from hypixel

(Unfortunately ⟟ don’t know much about hypixel. ⟟ will take suggestions.)

Her parents were some of the top avian pvp fighters. So they raised her to be that way. She don’t get a whole lot of love and affection growing up. Unless she did something “right”.

(This is why Rowan is very weary of people, kinda uptight. Likes things done a certain way. Appearance is everything.)

But Rowan didn’t really like fighting. She was more into building on skyblock and got into archery.

Her parents didn’t like that. Once she was old enough she left. And moved to another place. She found an island that was abandoned and settled in a village. That same village is where she met Allie. (Skip over several lore bits.) 5 or 6 years later, she wakes up and she’s at spawn of Q56 cycle 1. Allie is nowhere in sight. She does eventually find her.

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Rowan has very bad BPD from her past. But she can sort of control it by isolating herself or listening to music. She is often overwhelmed essentially with her sensitive hearing. She also starts crying when she is angry. So when she’s having an episode and she’s not all there. She most likely will start crying because deep down she knows she probably being hurtful. And she is probably in the wrong.

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Rowan likes sweets. And stake is her favorite food.

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Rowan is a very protective and somewhat possessive person to her friends and family. Specifically Allie. So whenever Allie gets hurt *when Rowan isn’t around* (I’m offline) she feels bad about it cause she feels like she’s failing to keep the promise she made to herself.

She promised she would always protect her even if it means breaking her own rules. Even if it means using her abilities….⏃ part of herself she is trying to bury.

And this goes with this^

Rowan likes attention. And it’s not some weird thing. She was kinda over looked growing up unless she won a fight. So when she is talking to her friends and there attention gets pulled away by someone else she gets a little frustrated. But she knows it’s wrong of her to do that. So she never shows it. She’ll just stay quiet until the person leaves or until someone talks to her. She’ll just shut down a little.

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Rowan is very quiet. Very observant. And very smart when it comes to human behavior. She she can tell when someone is lying or hiding something.

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Rowan is also AUDHD, adhd autistic. (No i did not make that up. ⟟ was actually told that by my doctor.)

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Her favorite flower is blue orchids. She loves music and archery.

She can make very pretty builds when given the necessary materials. (Yall im so good with creative mode ⟟ can make such good stuff compared to what ⟟ can do in survival-)

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(I know I’ve said this already-)

Appearance is everything to Rowan. She stands quietly behind Allie with her head held high and her arms fold behind her back like she some important high ranking person. It’s how she was raised and it’s hard to break that.

She’s very calm and polite. But don’t let that fool you. She’s just trying to give you a chance. To see what type of person you are. If you have bad intentions or provoke her she will turn cold very quickly. (*cough Percy cough* anyways-) she’s very calculating. Isn’t easily manipulated. Can read people well.

Dued to being an avian and how she was raised she has very inhumane instincts. She has very good hearing and can tell what direction ⏃ sound is coming from no matter how quiet.

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Rowan and Isabelle often sit and play in silence because they are both bad at conversations.

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Rowan is so completely adored by how much Isabelle thinks and acts like her….and she’s starting to understand why her own parents wanted her to be like them so much….

Also Rowan treats Isabelle the way she wanted to be treated as a child-

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Now this is out of character

⟟ could make Rowan so much more stronger and scarier if ⟟ actually knew how to play the game. Like y’all thought Kai and the rest of red winter is bad-

Imagine how bad ⟟ could make Rowan if ⟟ knew how this game worked-

Her past is so painful i don’t even know how to word it-

⟟ could make this so much worse-

[beyond-the-rabbit-hole]

What are you guys inspirations when voice acting for the HABITS? Like, what are you going for when doing each of their voices? Do yall try to mimic anything you've heard before, does it just come naturally, is it vibes-based?

Love fembit's voice in traumathon btw

OOOOO AN OUT OF GAME QUESTION I LOVE THESE

So hey there, it's Bugs, believe it or not, I've actually voiced almost all the characters XD

Starting with Loathesome (The original Habit on the main blog), I was actually aiming to mimic Evan's original performance. That's the least edited of the voices too, the snarls and purring are all me for real haha!

With Northstar, I was aiming for tired dad energy, really dropped the voice lower on his, but I definitely tried to keep canon Ha it's snark factor.

With Fairmount, I had a lot of fun with him. He's the closest to my actual voice, and acting as a total little shit, closer to early canon Habit was tons of fun!

Stephbit was the wild card, since in her iteration, she's the one who got inhabited and not Evan, I had some creative freedom with her that I didn't have as much with the others. I was aiming for older sister who would absolutely sell your soul to Satan for one corn chip.

Finally, Showbit. Oh man did I ever have fun with him. I was going for Habit, but if he got a little too god complex-y and started running some kind of fucked up gameshow. I think his voice went through the most experiments when I was making it XD

This concludes my portion of the answer, though I will say there are WAY more Habit voices on the way (Shudders). Eldritch can take it from here with Fembit!

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Hi! It's me, Eldritch. I'm so happy you like how I voiced Fembit! I wanted her to be over the top and cartoon-y in a way that made it obvious she's playing a character? My goal was to make her sound so overly peppy that it wraps back around to being creepy. I hope I was able to accomplish that? The effects were mostly just trial and error. I had to balance the chaotic inhuman vocal effects with actually being intelligible, which is harder than you'd think lol. Still, she was super fun to voice act for, and I hope to play her again in the future!

[justice4daisyjohnson]

approach with caution

florence pugh x f!reader

summary: you and florence arent feeling the party.

word count: 919

(a/n: a lil preview for a series im working on and DID YALL SEE THAT NEW YELENA SNIPPET ON YOUTUBE)

she watched you from afar. watching you talk and move around your party with your husband.

she wasn't available either, but couldn't help but desire you. her boss was your husband, she always got nervous when he spoke to her and he knew, so when it wasn't something necessary, he sent you to talk to her.

"not feeling the party?" a voice said behind her.

she turned and saw her boyfriend, zach.

florence sighed and fought to put a reassuring smile on her face, "I'm all good"

"you don't look all good, flo," he said, sliding his arm around florences' waist.

"I just need to go freshen up," florence says, not looking back and walking to the bathroom in your house.

florence fought the tears surfacing, washing her hands to get you off her mind.

there was a hard knock on the door.

"occupied," she said.

"it's me!"

when florence heard your voice, the weight was lifted off and her head was cleared. she unlocked the door, "come in!"

you walked in, wearing your hair down and a simple black dress florence remembers you saying "it's too simple and boring for any event that is important". she smiles when she remembers you're wearing the same dress to your husbands' party.

"you alright, darling?" you question florence, meeting her eyes.

"yeah, i'm all good" florence gives a tight-lipped smile.

"is it zach? i saw him talking to you and then you walking away, if he's bothering you tell me 'cause i can have him kicked out of here" you say, trying to sound threatening but florence saw under that hard exterior.

florence laughed and took a hold of your hand that was stretched out towards her, "no, no, we're all good. don't start biting my boyfriend's head off" florence jokes and your body relaxes.

you sigh, "you know I would do anything for my work wife," you say and florence pulls you in a tight hug.

"i would do anything for my work wife, too" florence whispered in your ear.

"are you sure you're okay, flo flo?" oh, how she loved that nickname you gave her. you were the only one to double the nickname and it sounded so natural when it came out your mouth in a soft tone, like now.

"yeah, just a little hungry" florence makes an excuse.

"me too, im starving" your whisper, unwrapping your arms from florences body.

"those tiny shrimps didn't help any" florence jokes and you laugh.

"seems like directors have something against women eating meals" you joke.

"yeah, what's up with your husband and eating?" florence teases, doing her head tilt that makes you swoon.

"i don't know, maybe he's inhuman" you step forward to wash your hands.

florence steps back and lets you access the sink, "if that's the case maybe we should leave and get some Thai" florence meant it to be a joke, but she couldn't help but want to leave this party and go out with you.

"im down if you are," you say, turning around to watch florences' reaction. she turned confused and you fought the urge to laugh.

"r-really? if you want to" florences eyes went wide and a smile appeared on her face.

"yeah, let's go. grab your coat" you say, walking out the bathroom.

you go to your room upstairs and grab a coat, walking downstairs and seeing your husband sitting at a round table with a hand full of other producers. when he saw you walking over to him with a coat he got confused.

"hope you don't mind me leaving," you bend down to say it in his ear.

his hand moved to rest on your waist, "where you headed?"

"going out to eat with florence" you say, he smiles and nods.

you kiss him and leave to get florence. as you walk away, you heard a producer say something about you, then your husband saying, "y/n and florence, always been a trouble duo"

you smile, knowing the only thing you and florence do is have fun. you find florence trying to put on her coat but zach protesting.

"are you serious?" you hear zach say.

"dead serious. ill bring her back safely, promise" you say, prying zachs hand off of florences arm and taking her hand in your, pulling her towards the garage door.

"thank you for that, thought he would never let go" florence whispers as you close the door behind you.

"of course, gotta help my work wife" you say, turning and grabbing one of the car keys that were hung up.

florence waited to see which car would light up so she could hop in, "picked one your more tame cars i see" florence teased you when she saw your red 2022 Chevrolet Camaro light up.

"oh hush" you laugh and get into the driver seat.

you always let florence play her music in the car, and it was no different this time around. her face lit up when you joined in the song with her. the whole car ride was spent with singing, and laughter.

florence was a little bumbed out when she saw the restaurant come in view but her mood quickly changed. florence wasn't aware of the paparazzi outside, but you were.

"you better now?" you questioned, grabbing florences hand and threading your fingers together.

"yup, all better" florences smiles at you, a bright genuine smile shown with starry eyes.

later, you two would be clinking your glasses and fighting the urge to kiss the other.

[lovelydiamond-cake]

H-hi! I was wondering if you had any Ler Headcanons for Lilac cookie? He’s my favorite and I’m curious 3///3

Ahhhh Lilac!!

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🌸Ler Lilac headcanons🌸

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He's sneaky

He's so sneaky

You can relaxing, doing nothing really.. smell the lightest hint of his incense and then all the sudden your laughing your ass off

I feel like he would make a really good ler but he doesn't always participate in tickling

Barely does actually

But when he does, say your prayers

I wouldn't say he's a mean merciless ler

I am saying he's merciless, but I'm not saying he's mean

He not in the middle, but he is At the same time?

Usually tickles people he's comfortable with or knows well like Yogurt cream and surprisingly Scorpion

Usually tickles people for interrogation purposes, convincing, if their annoying him (*cough* *cough* scorpion *coughing harder*) or, on rare occasions, out of complete boredom

Depending on how fast he needs certain information or to convince, he goes straight for death spots

Has quick fingers so if he doesn't know where your death spot is

He will find it eventually

Doesn't stop till he gets the information he needs

Doesn't tease

Instead gives you this stare that says

"You know exactly why I'm doing this"

He would also say things that would correspond to why he's tickling you

No shame in saying anything out loud

Doesn't use rope or anything to restrain his lees

He's strong enough to pin his lees down

Will pin you in the most complicated postin just so you won't be able to stop him

Not like you could in the first place but- yeah

Even though he doesn't tease, he does know teasy tickles like rib counting

Will give you a look when you make a inhuman sound when you laugh switches its consistency

Then he will proceed to dig into that same spot that caused that sound/laugh

He's best at scribbles and light tickles

Doesn't really dig into spots in fear of hurting the lee

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I can not express how much I love Lilac's color palette and design.

I could stare at it forever

Also I'm like- on vacation currently and I haven't checked my ask box for a full day and like, all of a sudden there's so many cute ass ask in there

Yall gotta slow down😭

Anyway- Thank you for the ask!

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[jaesvelvet]

moon knight

SUMMARY ➤ you witnessed a murder at 3 am in the empty hallway, but it was a dream?

PAIRING ➤ park jongseong + fem! reader

GENRES ➤ established relationship, murder, psychological

WORDS COUNT ➤ 877 words

WARNINGS ➤ blood, suicide (read at your own risk! but its just one scene and didn't put too much detail) gaslighting, split personality! jongseong and mentioning Egyptian Gods (Konshu and Ammit) this fic based on marvel series, moon knight on disney+ !

NOTES ➤ hi!!! i'm back but not for long😞 i really miss writing fic here but currently im busy with my school life )): so this is the short fic for yall!! also moon knight is so good hdjsjsjsjs 🫶🏼🫶🏼😍😍😍 im in loveeeee

No words you could utter at this moment.

You were too stunned by the thing you saw at 3 am.

You saw a guy punching another guy in the empty hallway. All you did was buy instant noodles at the convenience store, you can't recall how you ended up here, peeking at the real disturbing scene in front of you.

The figure that is beaing the innocent person was too knowable for you. You pray, hoping he isn't the person you thought of. There's no way he would do something inhuman like this.

Traumatized by the unpleasant scene you witnessed, you are more than ready to leave, getting a beating in the empty hallway at 3 am is the last thing you want to experience in your life. Before your legs could move an inch, the person turns half of his back— revealing the side of him. A silent gasp escaped from your lips, you definitely recognized the person from the side of his face. It was Jongseong. Your only boyfriend— an Egyptian nerd boyfriend you would describe him.

You can barely trust your eyes since it's 3 am and you were half asleep (you try to believe the made-up fact you just came up) it was nail-biting that he didn't notice your appliance behind the wall by now.

“I would die for Ammit” the last thing the dying man said before he slit himself using the sickle he hold, resulting crimson blood of him splashing almost everywhere in the hallway. You couldn't bear to watch the scene anymore, you feel like throwing up with the red blood and the awful smell of it. You quickly run from the scene, trying your best to not make any sound, or else it would be the last day you see the crescent moon.

People look at you weirdly at your current posture— hiding behind the wall while taking a peek at the empty hallway. You know better than everyone else, you witnessed a murder last night in this hallway. To much your dismay, the hallway was clean, like nothing happened there. You wonder if the last night's experience was a pure dream? Yet it felt too real to say it was a dream, you still remember the way how his blood splashed everywhere.

“I am sure you dreaming, love” Jongseong responded as soon as you finished telling him about the traumatic night that happened in your life. Honestly, you were doubting at first to talk to him about this, who knows if he is the person you saw last night and decides to kill you next?

But you knew Jongseong better than everyone else, the lonely Jongseong, the weird Jongseong, and the Egyptian nerdy Jongseong. No one was interested enough to befriend him. He would cry if he step on ants. There’s no way he had the nerve to kill people, this is why you trusted to share the story with him.

His calm response makes you sigh in relief. There’s no way Jongseong killed people. Right?

“But still, it felt too real” you pouted, the image of blood splashed everywhere and the way the man slit his throat still fresh in your memory.

“So you telling me, that I killed someone?” he questioned, raising his eyebrow at you. You quickly shook your head, disagreeing with his words.

“It just... Why would I dream something strange like that?”

“Maybe you’re too stressed?” Jongseong reassure you, he caressed your hand softly.

“Hmm maybe you're right,” you said, there’s no point talking about this anymore.

“How can you not notice her!”

“It would be more complicated!”

“If she ever talks about this ever again, we’re doomed, Jay”

Jongseong looks directly at his reflection in the mirror that didn't copy his action like any reflection would do. The reflection of him in the mirror rubs his face harshly while Jongseong stood there, watching how frustrated his reflection was. Or should he say Jay’s reflection was.

Jongseong bit his inner cheek, he shared the same frustration with Jay. It's not that simple to keep a big secret with his other half. Having two alter personalities— or people called them split personalities was tough for him. One day he found himself in an unknown village and Jay controlled his body, trying to steal the golden scarab from a loyal zealot of Ammit— Devourer of the Dead, Arthur Harrow.

Jongseong felt he should bring himself to a therapist when he heard some foreign voice in his head and his reflection in the mirror didn't imitate him also he sometimes saw a huge pigeon, cursing at him. It may sound crazy but that’s what he’s been dealing with for the past few months. But after a moment of cooling down, he learns that Jay serves Konshu, God of the moon, and becomes his avatar. They had a mission to stop Harrow and his followers to release Ammit from the tomb and enact a final judgment on humanity and create a perfect world in Ammit’s image of justice.

No matter how much he wants to share this crazy experience with you, he knows he can't, or else you will get involved in this suicide mission. He hates being secretive with you but Jay and Konshu leave him with no choice.

You know nothing is better and less complicated.

[cdroloisms]

You're on tumblr now! Now I can bring to you the idea that c!Sam is actually scared of c!Dream and that he's breaking his will until c!Dream becomes less scary to him, which is backfiring because the problem is becoming worse from it, and it's only scaring him more

this was a fun prompt, anon, but MAN yall dont pull any punches huh?? (dw, im loving it)

this was heavily inspired from sam’s messages on foolish’s stream the other day, so make of that what you will before reading ;)

tw: abuse (physical/emotional), toxic relationships, starvation, violence, death, death threats, mental instability, panic attacks, child murder

"Oh Sam."

The prisoner's voice is eerie, almost songlike, drawing out the syllables of Sam's name before devolving into high-pitched giggles. "Awesam," his voice rasps, slightly, still quiet and strained from lack of use even after the week, only making it sound more inhuman. "Sammy-"

"Shut up," Sam bites out, throat ragged from crying, screaming. He'd taken his mask off to properly wipe at the tears that were running down his cheek and even with the lava blocking himself from view, he's never felt so exposed. "Shut-"

"Or what?" The prisoner laughs, loud and clear. "You'll yell at me? Take my food away? Break my fucking will with your stupid pick?" His giggling grows in volume, the sound throwing itself over the obsidian walls, losing itself as he begins to wheeze. "Because that worked so well for you last time, didn't it, Warden?"

Rage burns, dark and desperate, in his gut; he balls his hands into fists, meets resistance, realizes that his pick has appeared in his them, instinctually, without him noticing. "You killed him," his voice cracks on killed, tears rising traitorously to his eyes no matter how many times he thinks he's all cried out, a knot of desperate, broken grief swelling in his chest again and again. "He was just a kid, and you- you beat him-"

"Oh don't say it like that, Sammy," he interrupts, entirely too flippant. "It's nothing you haven't done before."

A lance of something spears him in the chest, something sharp, piercing, knocking the breath from his chest for a moment.

"That's different."

"To-may-to, to-mah-to," the prisoner shoots back, not missing a beat. "I mean, really Sam, getting punched to death isn't all that bad- I'd rank it at like, a four on pain, lava is so much worse-"

"I," his lungs heave, breathing ragged. He looks down at the pickaxe still held in his shaking hands, at the glowing metal blade strapped to his hip. "I should kill you, I need to-"

"Kill me?"

For a moment, Sam almost thinks that the prisoner hesitates, leaving him in silence save for the popping lava and echoing guardian calls. It takes a few moments before he notices the low, quivering hum coming through the comm speakers, growing in volume, and- oh.

He's laughing.

"You- you'll kill me," the sound is dark and low and poisonous, worming under his skin and buzzing wrong wrong wrong against bone. "Go on then! Do it!"

"I-" he chokes on his own thoughts, Tommy's broken screams and the prisoner's ringing laughter and his own rage and grief twisting together, thick and suffocating.

"You know what I think, Sammy?" his voice drops low, hissing. "I think you don't have the fucking guts. The poor little Warden, so scared of revealing his dirty, dirty secret that he'll let someone else die for it. So scared of me you won't even use my name. What a fucking joke."

"Shut up-"

"Go on, then! Make me! Break my will like you said you would, hmm? I know you. I know you want to." He laughs, brazen, cocky; both of them know he's won. "You're probably holding your pickaxe right now, aren't you?"

"How'd you-" He can't think, he can't breathe, he needs to get out-

"I told you! I know you! I know everything," Sam shakes his head, shaking, the pickaxe disappearing back into his inventory; he needs to get out he needs- "Whatcha gonna do, Warden, now that you’ve run out of ways to break me?"

"Dream-"

"Come into my cell! Do it!"

He can't.

Sam turns away, lungs heaving, not walking so much as running out of the area of the main cell entrance, hands shaking around his keycard as he pushes it into the blackstone. Dream, in his ear, is still laughing, the sound growing in volume and pitch, rising with the panic threatening to pull him under.

"I'm not scared of you, Sam! So you better figure yourself out, soon," His hand comes up to rip out the communicator, fingers blindly wrapping around the metal, desperate to make him finally shut up-

"-because I'll kill you, if you don't."

[angelicmichael]

What if Xavier had a kid he didn't know about and he meets them for the first time after he's already a ghost? Maybe there's a kindergarten group that takes a trip to the camp, and he just has this spirit intuition as soon as he sees them and KNOWS it's his child. Do you think you could expand on this idea? I'd love to see what you come up with!

A/N: This was so fun, thank you for this idea dear anon!! I'm sorry it's late but hopefully u like it 😶. Also, I apologize this is so dark and heavy- I didnt intend for it.. it just, kinda happened lmfao. I turned this into a 'x reader' and it starts with Xaviers POV and ends with readers perspective!! First few paragraphs are pretty dark and then the rest is weird.. angst fluff LOL.Hope yall enjoy 💖💖💖

Warnings: First few paragraphs discuss Xavier's thots about dying SO, it highkey gets dark yall I'm so sorry, mentions of anger?? issues, mentions of murder, stops getting dark roughly around paragraph 6 if u wanna skip all that, MAJOR ANGST, reuniting, very brief Xantana reference 😈, mention of kids, bit of fluff.. think that's it :)

In Xaviers eyes; the worst part of being killed in a desolate camp and having to reside there for the rest of eternity; wasnt the fact that he would have to handle Richard Rameriez and tolerate his peers for eons to come. Sure, both of those things required an adjustment period but.. the realization that his life with you was abruptly cut short, was what truly broke him.

It took him being stripped from everything he once knew to truly appreciate how heavenly life once was before Camp Redwood. He had a steady job, good friends, and a relationship with a actual living, breathing person.. Not to shade Montana or anything, of course. However he had taken all of those things for fucking granted; moving to Camp Redwood definetly had made him become humble- at the very least. He was now nothing but a mere shell of the person he once was; nothing to bring him out of this absolute living nightmare he found himself in.. At first this mindset nearly consumed him, it drove him to kill multiple times.

There was no point in trying to conceal the anger he felt, no way of trying to channel it out into a more socially appropriate way and at this point.. there really was no point in trying to do so. Out here in the forest, espically after he was killed, life outside of the forest soon seemed as if it was some type of myth or fairytale- something not real or attainable. Time in the redwood forest felt different- days quickly bled and melted into weeks, and then months.. trying to guess the date was something Xavier gave up on doing after about the first week.

As much as he tried to deny it, being dead and becoming trapped here had completly made him lose his grip on reality and his previous life. Soon enough, the thought that life even fully existed outside of the camp and that there was actual fucking laws against killing (something which was now a leisurely hobby) had completly slipped his mind momentarily in the beginning as well. Out here in the forest, nothing felt real execpt for his anger that he held onto so tightly.

It was really the only thing he had left; atleast for a while.

The pain of losing his partner, (y/n), still remained but letting that grief not consume him was easily the hardest battle he had fought in his life. Xavier realized he still had his friends - and if he really was going to live for eternity, he sure wasnt going to spend it angry.

After so many years of being 'cursed' to spend forever in this forest, keeping track of the time was something Xavier rarely bothered with, but - it was obvious by the suns posistion, and even the slight mist that made the grass wet that it was just starting to cut into morning. Xavier walked through the forest alone, nowhere in particular to go or to necessarily do, only a sudden need to go and be alone. Almost a beckoning, for him to go and be somewhere else. To witness something.

His days were more often than not purely mundane; he had absolutely no excuse to not listen to this odd and sudden attraction he felt toward a very particular spot in the camp.. so, that's what brought him to where he stood now. Close to the road that brought visitors (a nice word for victims) into Camp Redwood, right next to the mess hall which was rarely used close by.

Xavier felt wildly uncomfortable standing so close to the place which previously held so much trauma - and honestly still did.. The place where Chef Bertie died. Xavier paused, about to just say 'fuck it' and just give up and go back to where his friends resided (or atleast Montana) when.. he heard it.

His sign, the thing that seemingly enticed him in the first place.

It first sounded like the old, familar sounds of tires coming across a gravel road - Xaviers mind immeadietly jumped to perhaps this could be new people.. new vistors.. new victims.

His blood ran cold when he heard something else; an eerie ringing of chains hitting against the ground. Something that was mostly a associated with buses.. and hauntingly familar. He had little to no time to think or even act on his suspicion when he noticed that a yellow school bus full, and nearly combusting with children was pulling into the camp.

Xavier wasnt exactly certain the bounds that ghosts had when it came to certain bodily functions like vomiting, but hes sure that under normal circumstances he would certainly be sick by now. Nevertheless he could feel his body tense up and the other natural symptoms associated with anxiety also kicked in. Urging him to clumsily get out of vision; he stumbled behind a few trees that poorly blocked him from sight. He continued to watch in complete and utter horror as the bus came to a stop, and it didnt take long for kids to start pouring out of the bus. Xavier felt his heart drop and his blood run cold every time a kid exited the bus and stepped on the dirt soil of Camp Redwood.

Xavier whipped his head around; scanning the surrounding area to make sure no other ghosts were here to bear witness to this.. Xavier was nearly always down to commit murder, it was really the only thing that kept him from fully going insane from pure fucking boredom but - kids? There was no fucking way he would let anyone touch them.

While he thoroughly scanned the area, he noticed a few adults leave the bus out of his periphery vision. He thought nothing of it, chaperones were to be expected on elementary field trips but.. the strange beckoning feeling he felt ealier visited him again, urging him to turn his head fully and look at one of the chaperones more closely. Instantaneously, he then automatically realized why he felt so compelled to come to this spot.. Why he was meant to be here at this exact moment.. It was you.

At first he thought he was merely hallucinating; you definetly looked significantly different from the last time he had saw you but.. he knew it was you, his partner that he had before his life completly went to shit (minus the catastrophe that occured with Blake, of course). He knew instantly, it was your eyes, your stature and just.. your overall warm and familiar aura that gave your identity away. He couldnt believe that the person he had so fucking desperately wanted to see more than anyone or anything was only a few feet away - and now, that you were finally here... All he wanted for you to do was to leave.

As soon as he saw you he felt a sudden tightness posses his chest and throat which accompanied the formation of tears burning his eyes; hastily blurring his vision. He had to physically restrain himself from sobbing outloud; trying his best to just swallow down his tears. His whole body felt as if it was on fire with anxiety, but he chose to continue to stand still behind a few dainty trees - trying to pull himself together so he could actually have the chance to think critically and choose what the ever living fuck he was going to do next.

While he waited for his blurry vision to clear, he chose to focus on the semi distant figure that he knew was you. He took in the little details; like how the sun highlighted the colors in your hair and your simple but charming outfit. It took him several moments to think of why you would even be here in the first place, with a school bus- and thats when another dreadful realization hit him.

Only parents were mainly chaperones when it came to elementary field trips.. meaning-

No other thought crossed Xaviers mind as his eyes flicked down inhumanely fast to the child where (y/n) stood next too.. and immeadietly he knew.

The features the child shared of both you and Xavier were partially a giveaway, but most importantly.. it was the feeling he had that confirmed his belief. The initial anxiety he felt of the kids arriving still remained but was significantly muted and mostly replaced with a overwhelming sense of pure love. The feeling spread to every fiber of his being, and so did a odd urge to protect this small being which he knew was his.

Not ever in his entire life had he felt this way about someone (execpt for perhaps, you). He felt himself taking a few steps forward, at first completly involuntary but he knew he had to talk to you. Just the idea of reuniting tasted so fucking good but, he knew he couldnt get too greedy if he was going to talk to you. He knew confronting you had to be solely done in order to save you and his child, he couldnt get carried away. He wouldnt.

He tried his best to appear casual as he submerged from behind the trees, his hands held behind his back - the only way he could get them to stop shaking. He tried to relax his shoulders and appear confident as he strided up to you; your back turned toward him. He continued until he was directly behind you, he wanted to tap your shoulder but - touching you seemed out of the question. That would confirm everything, it would make it seem actually real and not like this just some torturous dream.

"(Y/n)"? He spoke.

Xaviers breath hitched as he watched you whip around to face him. He studied your features as you went from looking utterly confused to surprised beyond belief.

"Xavier, what-"

"We need to talk".

Xavier quickly grabbed your hand, leading you away from herd of kids and the few sparse chaperones that were amongst them. A few of them gave you two a few odd looks but neither you or Xavier particularly cared, after all this was the first time in years you two had seen eachother. You hastily followed his lead, feeling slightly embarrassed that it was obvious how nervous and simply caught off guard you currently were. Your palms (one of which was still holding onto Xaviers hand) were starting to moisten with sweat. These feelings only amplified once Xavier turned around to face you. The intensity that was in his eyes put you on edge - never in your time of dating or knowing him did he ever look so serious with you.

"What are you doing here"? Xavier spoke, his voice was still in a higher pitch, slightly breaking.

"What"?

After years of not being able to see you, in fact; years of you not even knowing where he went - this was how he chose to greet you?? Automatically your blood ran cold with the sudden realization that something was wrong. Seriously wrong.. but the feeling didnt just apply to your ex boyfriend. It was the entire camp.

"Its not safe here, you need to take the kids and leave". Xaviers voice more visibly shook this time as he spoke; as if his words physically pained him.

Your heart skipped a beat, the sudden pain and anguish starting to fully settle in. You couldnt believe it; after years of not seeing you - this was all he had to say? Was he fucking joking?

"What? A-are you kidding? Xavier, I havent seen you in years- I didnt even know you would be here-"

"I'm sorry (y/n). I'm so sorry but you have no idea what this place is like. You just need to go, and the kids. And promise me you wont come back".

It was torturous to watch tears gather in Xaviers eyes, and watch as they streaked down his cheeks. The sadness you previously felt was now washed away with red, hot rage. The feeling spread throughout your body like a wildfire that he was seemingly rejecting you.. but you knew now this wasnt some pathetic excuse. Something was seriously wrong here; and now it was starting to become too obvious to ignore.

Xavier looked hauntingly the exact same from the last time you saw him. He forever, looked as if he was still stuck in the same moment of time - like in the summer of 1984, which was when you last saw him.

You didnt realize you were still holding onto one of his hands until you reflexively tried to move it to brush away his tears that were still staining his cheeks; but awkwardly.. you chose to do so with your other hand. Squeezing the one hand you were still holding onto a bit tighter.

He winced as you touched him, and as much you tried your damn best to hold it together - you could feel tears starting to burn your eyes as well.

"I cant promise I wont ever come back, Xavier. I need to see you again, and what about-" you said softly, about to reference the child you two shared together.

"No, you'll see me again (y/n). I promise.. okay"?

He brought your hand up to his mouth to kiss your knuckles; the tears you trying so desperately to hold in were now sliding down your cheeks. Your breathing was now horribly choppy. You were on the brink of full on sobbing but you held yourself back - it was nearly time for you to go.

The fact you would have to go back to go the others and make up some bullshit excuse to leave, put a bitter taste in your mouth.. but your sure Xavier had a valid reason for ushering you to leave. Even if he didnt want to tell you right now; you trusted him with your life.

"Okay.. Fine. I'm coming back though, and I'm sorry I couldnt find you sooner". You admitted.

You dropped his hand that you were still holding in order to wrap your arms around him. To get one final touch to remember him by. You were desperate to fully touch him and to be wrapped in his embrace, something you had desperately and madly missed. As he held you; you tried to soak in his scent, his aura.. just the fact that he was even here seriously with you, in this moment.

You previously assumed Xavier had passed away; that was easier to come to terms with rather than thinking he willingly ran away or.. that something else more sinister had happened. A part of you wanted to be frustrated that you were leaving with more questions than answers but.. you didnt care. Your heart didnt care. You were just happy you were able to see your boyfriend.. no matter the circumstance or conditions it came with. Even though you were stupidly happy, your thoughts kept annoyingly circling back to the same question - how was Xavier here with you, living.. breathing.. in the flesh. How was this possible? You were about to speak your thoughts outloud when you first felt Xavier break away from you. You didnt get as much as a second glance just when you felt something soft on your cheek. Perhaps a goodbye kiss? and then.. just like he wasnt there at all, he was gone. Almost as if he completly disintegrated into the fresh, morning sky.

You felt your entire body stiffen as you realized he was gone.. again. It was difficult to pinpoint exactly how you felt. It was a nasty mix of both grief and anger that left you completly speechless and deathly still. You took a step back to combat the feeling, and attempted to look casual (and not like the person whom you were just hugging had completly fucking vanished). Sheepishly taking a look at the group you had arrived with and making sure none of them noticed your.. odd behavior.

Sure enough, none of them did. They all stood, and continued on conversing just like they were before you had broke away from them. Smiling and laughing as if nothing was wrong; just like they didnt have a care in the world - just as if the love of their life wasnt ripped away from them for a second time.

Even though Xavier was now gone, that odd, unsettling feeling still lingered with you. Like something was terribly wrong here, in Camp Redwood. The feeling wasn't entirely bad though; sure - the overall air in this place reeked of something terrible but.. now you felt something else mixed into it. A comforting essence of safety; Xaviers presence. You knew he wasnt directly beside you anymore but he was somewhere.. lurking. Watching you, as you begrudgingly walked over to the group you came with. Making up a bullshit excuse in your head so you could escape whatever this place was pretending to be.

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[knifeewifee]

Into the Dark Tamaki x Fem! Reader

A/N: WOW this took fucking FOREVER, But I’m super proud of it! I didn’t proof read the last bit cause I’m LAZY but I hope yall like it!

This is in a  Apocalypse AU. There are no Quirks in this AU. Female Reader

TW: NSFW, Gore, Death, Violence, Some Blood, SelfHarm ish, Kinda Angsty

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Word Count: 4.3 k ish

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The irony of the situation was not lost on you. It has been over a year since the mysterious disease that spread worldwide had first come around. There was no real name for this infection other than calling those who were infected ‘Vampires’ or ‘The Dead Ones’. There’s only one real way of being infected and that's to have one of the infected’s blood mix with your own in some way or another. They always show the same feature. Sharp teeth and claws, inhuman speed, strength and the most dangerous of them all, a never ending hunger for human blood. So strong that the ‘vampires’ become bloodthirsty and violent monsters who are more than willing to tear into the throats or limbs of their loved ones to quench an almost never ending need for the crimson liquid. Once infected there was no way of turning back. Mostly because you were, in fact dead as a doornail. You can’t reverse death.

When the disease first came around the only option was to kill them. Despite their strength and speed it wasn’t so hard. They were weak to the sun and always burned in a horrific way into ash. The smell of burning flesh was so strong around that time. Another way to kill them was to take off their heads. Which wasn’t as easy. They could heal their bodies quickly and if you miss it almost guaranteed your death by the monster.

Once they were changed they were no longer the one you loved or knew. Most aren’t even sure if they remember who they were before they were changed. They attack with no remorse. So they ended the same way.

   Which is why you find your situation so.. Disheartening. You sat on the wooden crate staring at the dark haired man in front of you. Tamaki Amajiki was someone who you didn’t know well before this whole event happened. His anxiety was an ever flooding emotion that got in his way of making friends. He sat next to you in your animal science class and his shyness always made it difficult to start a conversation with the man. Despite this your heart would always flutter at the sound of his soft voice whenever he did speak. When he did speak his passion was conveyed in a way like no other. You could see it in his dark colored eyes. The sparkle in them when he talked about how he wanted to become a vet to help animals in need.

His kindness didn’t stop at animals though, he was also incredibly kind to people as well. More than willing to help others in need. Which is how you both ended up in this situation. Tamaki was chained to the brick wall. The gray metal shined dimly in the little candle light there was. You watched him softly as small whines of pain left his lips. You hated to see him this way.

   While out gathering supplies you were attacked and Tamaki protected you. Unfortunately he was badly injured from it. You don’t know how but at some point the vampire must have bled onto Tamaki, because now he’s on the floor in front of you as one of the infected. You know that you’re supposed to get rid of them. To stop the spread of this, but over the year you have spent together you had fallen deeply in love with the timid dark haired man. You couldn’t bring yourself to hurt him. So instead you chained him up in the basement of a cabin that the two of you had found way out into the forest in the mountains away from the dangerous cities.

This was a stupid thing to do, this could get you killed but the fear of death didn’t scare you. Tamaki would never hurt you. He is far too kind and caring to do that. Not on purpose anyways.

When you first met him one year ago he was timid but had a kind heart that you found to be his best trait. Over the time that you had spent with him you learned more things about him. You learned he looked up to his best friend Mirio. You learned how hard Tamaki worked. You could see the passion in his eyes, you knew no matter how much anxiety he had that Tamaki would do his best no matter what.

You thought that he’d become a great vet. That was before everything went to hell. When this mysterious disease first appeared it spread fast and took down large cities, Like Tokyo, New York and Shanghai in only a matter of days. Law enforcement and medical workers were affected first since they came to the aid of those injured and infected. Without reinforcements and medical care many people died or were unprotected. The ‘vampires; were mindless and violent. No one was sure if they could even talk or communicate in any other way other than ungodly screaming. Like the hunger they suffered was so painful they could feel it in their very souls.. If they had one anymore that is. They attack any and all without prejudice. Blood covered the streets and the inside of homes. It was clear to most that leaving the city was the best option. If only it had been that easy.

You did what most people did and packed up your car to leave. You didn’t pack much, some clothes, pictures, food and water. You knew this would last a long time and packing light was your best option. It hurt to leave some of your things, to leave precious memories behind, but at this moment, survival was what was important. You didn’t have any family or much friends for that matter. Not anymore. All of the streets leading out of the city were packed with cars as far as you could see. It seems you weren’t the only one with common sense. After an hour night fell over the streets like a suffocating blanket, you felt uneasy. Nothing was moving.. Why weren’t the cars moving?

That's when you heard it. Screaming, it wasn’t just from one person. It was from many. Young and old, men and women. All their screams echoed down the packed streets. You panicked and slid into your back seat grabbing canned food, water, a shirt and pants into a backpack and slung it over your shoulder, there was no way in hell you were gonna sit here like a pig to the slaughter. You exited your car with a machete in hand and weaved and dodged around cars keeping low. How could you have been so stupid? You put yourself in a bad position. Surrounded by people in a place you couldn’t move, you needed to get out of here.

You didn’t want to die. Not yet, you wanted to do so much.  You wanted to be so much. Though those plans are ruined now that you look back. You were disoriented by a scream. This scream wasn’t far away. In fact this scream was right behind you. You turned and saw it standing over the body of a young woman. You could hear her downing in her own blood as that thing tore into her throat with a god awful sound that you could never describe in a way that would truly express how horrid it was. No amount of horror movies could prepare you for a sound like that. One that made your stomach turn and your heart break. The glass of her car window laid on the ground, her hands gripping at it, like she was trying to look for some sort of weapon to protect herself. You could see the desperate fight in her eyes. One of someone, who wasn’t ready to die yet. Soon her body went limp. Her blood colored the street and her car like paint.

You slid behind a car and covered your mouth. You wanted to sob, scream or try to help her but you knew there was no helping her, she was gone. You steadied your breathing and looked around. Was that the only vampire here right now? Was there still hope of getting the fuck out of this situation? You couldn’t keep yourself still, you wanted to run. You wanted to get out of there. You didn’t want to be like her. Suddenly you felt something on your neck, something that both terrified you and sent your heart into despair. The smell of copper heavy on its rotting breath. You turned your head to see it staring at you with sharp golden eyes that practically glowed in the darkness that surrounds you.

It was mere inches from you, and yet your body wouldn’t move. Fear etched its way into your bones and muscles stiling you like a statue. Your eyes moved down to its fangs. It’s mouth twisted into some sort of sick grin as its clawed and disfigured hand reached out towards you. That's when the situation hit you. You need to fucking MOVE.  NOW. It was like the cement in your bones disappeared as you bolted from your hiding place. You had never moved so fast in your life your legs and lungs burned as raced around cars and people.

Just as you thought you had gotten away you feel a sharp pain in your side and your legs turn to jelly under you. Your face hits the rough asphalt hard, bits of rock digging into your hands, knees and cheek. The matchette you once held thrown out of reach. You let out a whimper of pain. Not from the fall but the burning hot pain in your side. Like someone pushed hot steel through your skin. The taste of copper filled your mouth. A string of curses leaves your lips as you desperately try to crawl away. This wasn’t how you were going to die. Not by one of those things. You were NOT going to be an unsatisfying meal to one of those vampires.

You felt something grab your leg with sharp dagger like nails digging into your ankle. You kick at it with your other leg screaming as you desperately try to fight. ‘Is this karma?’ You thought. ‘ Am I being punished for standing by while others died in front of me?’ A sob wrecked through your body as you turned clawing at the ground trying to reach for your only weapon.

“L-LEAVE HER ALONE!” the familiar erupted through the night. It felt like everything was in slow motion as you turned to see the face of the timid man who used to sit next to you in your class and the now headless vampire who had your life in it’s hands.

Before you could even react to what had just happened you were wrapped into Tamaki’s arms and lifted up. Tamaki didn’t say a word. In fact he didn't even really look at you as he ran through the cars and into the grass that separated the road and the thick forest that leads to the mountains. His breathing was uneven and panicked as he bolted past the tree line and into the dark forest.

That was how the two of you ended up together in such a fucked up situation. The two of you wandered through the forest for days until the two of you found an abandoned cabin at the base of the mountains, the thickest part of what seemed like a never ending woodland. Your wounds weren’t too bad and with the little medical knowledge Tamaki had from class he was able to patch you up. As the weeks went by the two of you became closer.  

The more you were with him the more you fell in love with him, and he also fell for you just as hard. On cold nights you’d sleep close to him with his arms wrapped around you. At the time. The small things you two did together made it seem like the world hasn’t fallen apart. Like Everything was okay.

But now. Your world was falling apart all over again. The one person you had, the last person you had in the fucked up world was now one of the vampires. The pain of this realization twisted in your chest. Being stabbed again would hurt less than to watch your love cry out and whimper on the floor, begging for something to eat. But you knew it wasn't food he wanted. Unfortunately the blood of animals didn’t work. Instead it only made him sick and hurt him more. You want to stop his pain. You want to ease his hunger. There was only one way to do that.

You pulled out a pocket knife from your jacket pocket. You pulled off your jacket and tossed it on the cold cement floor. Tamaki looked up at you from the floor, his reddened eyes scanning your form. “W- … What are you doing?” His vision is blurred from pain filled tears but he could clearly see the gleam of the pocket in the dim candle light. He knew exactly what you were going to do. He didn’t want that. Tamaki shifted from his laid down position and tried to move towards you. “S-Stop don’t do that!” The chains pull tightly, stopping him from moving closer.

“Tamaki.. You’re in so much pain. I just want to help you.” You look at him softly as you open the pocket knife and put the blade to your wrist. “I can give you some of my blood. Animal blood is only hurting you more, it makes you sick!”

Tamaki pulls at the metal confindments roughly. The thought of you hurting yourself for him made his chest burn in despair. This was his fault. He got infected and now you’re suffering for his mistakes. “I’m infected. I’m already sick. Don’t … Don’t hurt yourself for me, bunny” He looks at you with sadden eyes as he watches you intently. It made him feel sick that part of him wanted it, that he could smell your scent no matter how far away you were. A sickly sweet smell of burning sugar or incense. One that he craves to always have near him. It only made him hunger for your blood more. To be buried in your scent and devour you whole.

His heart sank as he saw beads of crimson blood slide down your perfect skin. You slowly make your way towards Tamaki with your arm outstretched. “Tamaki Please.” the crack in your voice spoke volumes about how you felt. This is your fault. You wanted to help him, he was in pain because you lost focus, because you didn’t check your surroundings. You had your head in the clouds and forgot what kind of world you live in now.

“Just drink it, Tama.”  Tamaki looked away from you and moved back. “N-no. I can’t. I don't want this..” He swiftly turns away and leans his head on the wall behind him. He wraps his arms around himself like if he didn’t he’d fall apart right there. You wrap your arms around him and lean your head against his back. You felt his body tense under your arms. At this point it didn’t matter to you that he may be dangerous. This is Tamaki. A man you loved more than anything, whose kindness knew no boundaries.  Nothing would change that, here he is, in an unbearable kind of pain you’d never understand. A never ending hunger you'll never feel, but he still refuses. He’s different. He isn’t like anyone else. He may be a ‘vampire’ now but he’s still the gentle man, with the same soft eyes and caring hands.

“I’m sorry, Tama. This is all my fault. You’re like this because of me.. I just wanted to help you.”  Tamaki starts to shake a small groan escaping his lips. “I-I .. You need to move away from me...”

“No.” You rub your face into his shoulder, trying to fight off the tears. “I’m not going anywher-”  your words are cut short by a sudden and swift movement from Tamaki pushing you into the freezing brick wall. You never saw Tamaki as being particularly big. He always slouched into himself making him seem much smaller than what he really was. But in this moment he loomed over you, his dark eyes almost shining red in the soft yellow light. You’d be lying if a small bit of fear didn’t grip you in its paralyzing claws.

Tamaki grabbed your hand, the blood from the cut you made earlier smeared across your arm and hand. His thumb moved carefully over the red and raised skin. He never breaks his gaze from your arm as he brings it closer to his trembling lips.  Tamaki didn’t want this. He needed this. Overwhelming guilt flooded him as his pale lips pressed against the fresh cut. He couldn’t hold back any longer, the smell of copper and your overstimulating scent made his head spin.  

You bring your other arm up and run your fingers gently through his indigo locks. Your face twists slightly with pain as Tamaki’s tongue runs across your self made injury. The crimson honey sliding along this tongue and down throat. It was almost intoxicating, it was addicting. He wanted more. The normally reserved man pressed into you his grip on your arm tightens as he locks his lips around the source of his pleasure. He slides his knee in between your legs, a soft groan radiating from deep in this throat.

“Tama-.. ki?” A heat rushes to your cheeks as soon as you see the look in his eyes. Not the same look he used to have. He has a much darker expression now as his lips release from your wrist and he pressed his forehead to yours. The smell of the rouge liquid heavy on his breath as he leans in closer to your lips. His hands move down to your hips and pulled you flush against his growing bludge. You gasp slightly as his lips lock with yours in a needy and sloppy kiss.

Tamaki bites your bottom lip asking for entrance that you gladly gave him. He slid his tongue into your mouth and the taste of your own blood filled your mouth. There were so many things running through your head at the moment. Should you even be doing this? Was this okay?

You grab onto Tamaki’s shirt to tug him closer to you. The heat of the kiss was leaving you breathless, your mind was reeling from lack of air and the pang of need that radiated from in between your legs. You’ve never done something like this with Tamaki. You’ve never really kissed him before, because he’s always become far too nervous and would hide away. Now here he is taking your breath away in a way you never thought he could. Or would do.

The way Tamaki’s scorching hot tongue explored your mouth made your heart feel like it was going to explode. You wanted to melt into his arms and stay like this for ever. But the moment was cut short when Tamaki pulled away heavily panting, a string of saliva connecting your lips. You almost forgot you hadn’t been breathing, “Tama..”

“I want more..”  His lips brush across your neck making your heart leap into your throat. A small whine forms at the back of his throat as he nips gently at your neck. His hands slip under your shirt as he kisses and sucks on your neck leaving small hickies as he works his way to your collarbone.

“I… I want more of you”  Tamaki lets out a shaky breath as his fingers make their way to your unprotected plush breasts. You let out a sigh as he pulls your shirt over your head and tosses it to the floor. The cold air of the stale room brushed over your now exposed skin. His sharp eyes trace over every line and curse of your body committing it to memory. A red blush dusted across his face and to his pointed ears as he looks up towards your equally flustered expression.

He looks back towards your breasts cupping one into his hand and taking your sensitive bud into his searing mouth. His sharp fangs drags gently over your skin as he sucks and licks your nipple. His fingertips run gently over your sides causing you to moan his name softly. The sound of your voice only makes his erection that much more unbearable for him. He bites down softly and a small sharp pain fills your breast. The metallic taste of blood ran over his tongue once more as he runs it across the newly made mark. A twinge of guilt setting in this stomach at the small whimper that radiates from your throat. He pulls away slightly, only to have your fingers run through his long soft locks.

“Tamaki.. Do whatever you want with me, I’m yours..”  You lean down and place a gentle kiss on his lips, that quickly turns heated once again as his worry and guilt dissipates and is replaced with lust. His hand slides over your bare soft stomach towards the hem of your pants. He quickly unbuttons them and slides his fingers into your panties brushing his fingers against your silky wet folds.

A shiver runs up your spin as you feel Tamaki’s warm breath against your throat. “You're so wet and warm..” his words dance across your skin as he nips at your pulse point gently. A low grow reverberates from his chest as he slowly rubs circles with his calloused finger over your engorged clit. Your delicate hands quickly cling on to Tamaki’s shirt. A needy moan fills the room. You hips moved on their own begging for more stimulation against his hand. You almost felt embarrassed grinding against his finger like a bitch in heat, but you’ve wanted this for so long. You want Tamaki. You didn’t care about anything else at this moment.

“You’re so pretty like this.. You’re so beautiful. “ Tamaki begins to rub against your greedy clit faster. “Cum for me, bunny. Please” His lips latch into your collarbone kissing and suck eagerly leaving his mark. Your cries of pleasure become stuck in your throat and all you can let out are choked out whines and praise as the coil in your stomach begins to tighten rapidly. You pussy empty pussy clenching around nothing. You wanted him so badly. The feeling of euphoria washes over your quacking body as your orgasm washes over you. You bury your face into Tamaki unable to hold yourself up anymore as his fingers continue their assault against your now overstimulated clit.

“Tamaki, Please. I want you so bad.” With your words Tamaki helped you pull off your remaining clothes. He unbuckles his pants and pulls his cock out. It was much thicker than you thought it would be. A small bit of panic runs through you as you begin to wonder if that would fit in you. You push the thoughts to the side as you run your fingers over his hot shaft. He pushes you back into the wall pulling you around his hips, his hands cup around your ass holding you up. The cold metal of his chains press into your skin causing a chill to run through your body. You wrap your arms around his neck looking for any kind of support. The feeling of his precum covered tip running over your entrance set your body on fire.

His names fell from your lips to implore him to take you. To finally make you, his. His sensitive tip presses into your cut without much resistance, inch by inch his member stretches your wall. His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass as he bottoms out inside you. A loud moan rips through his throat as the taut ring of your entrance squeezes around him.

Before you could become used to the size of him inside you his hips began to move. Your legs wrap securely around his lower back as you cry his name with each needy thrust. His thrusts are irregular and fast slamming into you without thought. His lips find yours in a passionate and burning kiss. His moans fill your mouth as his hips snap into yours. The feeling of his cock rubbing against your tight walls made your head spin. You hadn’t noticed the look in his eyes as he kissed your jaw and down towards your throat once again.

A scorching pain fills your body as Tamaki’s fangs skin into the soft skin of your neck. A small string of sorrys leaves him as he laps up the small river of crimson honey. He sucks your blood desperately as his pace picks up and becomes much harder. The pain in your neck and pussy sends you over the edge again as your body is once again hit with another orgasm. Your nails dig into Tamaki’s shoulder as you press your head into the stone wall.

The head of his cock kisses the entrance of your cervix and his sloppy movements become slower. You could feel his cock twitch inside you. A loud groan radiates from the back of his throat as his cock spits ropes of cum into your pussy, filling you up. A hiss of release bruisers across your neck as he kisses the bite mark on your neck in apology.

“I’m sorry… Did I-I hurt you?” he slowly lets you down as his knees finally buckle underneath him. He wraps his sinewy arms around your waist and lays his head in your shoulder. Taking in your sweet scent. You shake your head and run your hands down his back.

“No.. You didn’t” The two of you stay like that on the floor for a while. You didn’t mind this.. You didn’t mind that he was no longer human. If this was the life you were meant to have them so be it. You’ll gladly go into the dark with him. Tamaki is different from the rest. You love him and he loves you.

[cosmic-goddess-leo]

Show Me Your Teeth

Vampire!Kuroo x Monster Hunter!Reader Chapter 2 (Final Chapter)

Summary: Kuroo Tetsuro finds himself in quite the predicament when an injured monster hunter stumbles into his castle seeking refuge.

Part 1

Word Count: 6,421

Warnings: SMUT IMMEDIATELY. Violence, bl00d, d3ath. Angsties

Author’s Note: I know some of yall were anticipating this be a series but I just couldn’t post another 10k fic lmao. I really hoped you guys enjoyed this 2 part series!

If Kuroo thought he was self conscious about his fangs before, he had another thing coming as (Y/n) pressed her lips to his in a slow, deliberate kiss. He wanted to lose himself in the pleasure, throw caution to the wind and risk one of his fangs pricking her plush lips.

But that would ruin everything. Ruin this opportunity to be intimate with the woman he had fallen in... who he had developed strong feelings for.

Instead he carefully worked his lips against hers, making sure to keep the kiss from getting too heated for fear of her tongue discovering his fangs.

He was caught off guard when (Y/n) pulled him onto the bed, moving him so she was caged between his arms. Their lips parted as (Y/n) began undressing, a giggle escaping her lips as Kuroo watched her intently, looking like he was ready to eat her...

Kuroo was so caught up in suppressing his hunger that he almost forgot to start undressing himself. He stared down at her, gaze turning predatory as he licked his lips at the sight of her throat.

There was something about the smell of someone’s blood when they were aroused... it was the most delectable scent to ever grace Kuroo’s senses. Fucking intoxicating... he didn’t know how he would get through the night without trying to taste (Y/n) at least once.

He was promptly distracted by the smell of (Y/n)’s arousal, a whole new kind of hunger taking over as instincts took over and he started planting hot kisses on (Y/n)’s chest. She shrieked at the cold feeling of his lips brushing over her nipples, causing goosebumps to erupt on her skin.

Kuroo gripped harshly at her hips as he took one of her nipples between his lips, beginning to suckle gingerly at the delicate bud. Her moans echoed through the room, going straight to his dick as his tongue swirled over her nipple.

God, was this a fucking tooth ache? Were Kuroo’s fangs fucking aching? He pushed his hunger deep down, kissing down (Y/n)’s body towards her cunt, hoping if he gathered her juices on his tongue it would distract from his hunger.

He couldn’t help but moan as (Y/n) wound her fingers into his hair, gripping at him tightly as he dragged his tongue up her slit. Kuroo peered at her through his lashes as she writhed and screwed her eyes shut in pleasure. His muscle worked mercilessly against her clit, eyes fluttering shut as he felt his hunger subsiding, her juices like honey dripping onto his lips and chin.

Kuroo’s eyes snapped open as (Y/n) yelped in surprise, realizing one of his fangs poked her folds. His tongue quickly lapped at her to dull the pain and distract her, hoping she wouldn’t notice the canines practically glistening in the moonlight.

“Didn’t know you were a biter, Tetsuro...” she purred. Kuroo couldn’t help the chuckle that rumbled deep in his chest as he teased his fingertips against (Y/n)’s tight hole. He slowly worked his fingers into her pussy, pulling another moan from her lips and causing her to buck her hips.

Kuroo pinned her hips onto the bed with his free hand, smirking with glee at her desperate attempts at getting more friction. “You’re so fucking beautiful... practically begging for my touch.”

(Y/n) moaned at his words, whimpering as he curled his fingers and hit that special spot deep inside her. He quickened his pace, spurred on by her needy moans as he began rutting his hips against the bed, moaning against her sensitive bundle of nerves.

This was practically sinful, it was almost criminal how (Y/n) didn’t realize how sinful it was. The thought of a huntress submitting to a vampire’s touch so easily was enough to make Kuroo’s cock twitch.

An animalistic growl slipped past his lips as (Y/n) yanked on his hair at a particularly rough pump of his fingers. He pulled away from her cunt, licking her juices off his lips before pressing his hips flush against hers.

He found himself yearning for the taste of her blood now that his lips were no longer occupied, hoping he could distract himself at the feeling of her tightness.  Kuroo traced the tip of his cock against (Y/n)’s folds, collecting her juices before rubbing it against her clit.

(Y/n) almost pointed out how even his dick was cold, interrupted by the feeling of suddenly being stretched by his massive girth. She threw her head back with a loud moan, unaware of how enticing her neck looked in this position.

Kuroo began mercilessly snapping his hips into her, his inhuman strength rocking the bed in time with his thrusts, the sound of creaking wood, desperate moans, and skin slapping against skin mingling in the air. The delicious mixture of pain and pleasure had (Y/n) crying out as she clung to Kuroo’s back.

His grip on (Y/n)’s hips was bruising, his movements harsh as he slowly began forgetting about his desire to feed. Kuroo could feel his orgasm building and building, his own moans harmonizing with (Y/n)’s.

Kuroo’s cold fingers worked against (Y/n)’s clit and caused her moans to rise in pitch and volume. He buried his face in the crook of (Y/n)’s neck, his breathing became labored as he inhaled his lover’s delicious scent.

“Tetsurooo! I-I’m so close!” She whined, wrapping her legs tightly around his hips, his body flush against hers and his pelvis rubbing tantalizingly against her clit as he pinned her wrists above her head.

His hot breath fanned against her throat, fangs lightly grazing her delicate skin as he held himself back from sinking his canines into her neck. One of them lightly pricked at her skin, drawing a single drop of blood. (Y/n) hadn’t even noticed the tiny pinch, too wrapped up in the feeling of her orgasm washing over her.

Kuroo couldn’t help but drag his tongue against her throat, eyes rolling back as he tasted the singular bead of crimson mixed with sweat. He didn’t know how, but she was the most delectable human he had ever tasted. The feeling of (Y/n)’s blood on his tongue combined with the clench of her pussy had Kuroo moaning wildly as he forced himself to pull out of her and cum on her stomach.

(Y/n) breathed hard as she rode out her high, eyes fluttering shut as Kuroo’s fingers slowly traced down her arms. He cradled her sides as he littered her face with tender kisses, smiling softly as (Y/n) giggled cutely at him.

“How are you still cold after all that?” she snickered, tilting her head at Kuroo as he laid beside her.

“Aah... I’m always cold like this...” he murmured, pulling the blankets to cover their bodies as (Y/n) hugged his waist.

“Lucky for you I’m always warm...” (Y/n) smiled tiredly, her post-coital bliss now replaced with fatigue.

Kuroo hummed quietly in response, eyeing the light scratch on her neck warily. He was surprised at the amount of restraint he was showing, but he knew he would have to feed soon. On human blood. And he couldn’t bring himself to compel (Y/n) into a compliant state and drink from her. Not after these few months together.

He quietly bid her goodnight, quickly coming up with a plan to feed tomorrow night once she had gone to bed. Originally he wanted to wait until she left the castle... but now he knew he couldn’t stave off his hunger any longer.

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(Y/n) was pleased to wake up to find Kuroo in bed beside her, reading quietly. Her tray of breakfast was placed in its usual spot, the curtains shut and keeping the sunrise shut out. He pressed a sweet kiss to her temple, his cold lips catching her off guard, then set the tray of breakfast in her lap.

“Did you already eat?” she asked, popping a strawberry in her mouth. Kuroo hummed in response, only half paying attention as he continued reading. He didn’t even want to hear the word ‘eat,’ last night’s little appetizer already had him feeling on edge.

Unbeknownst to him, his silence made (Y/n) nervous. She picked at her eggs, suddenly very conscious of how bare she was. “Last night... you don’t regret it, do you?”

Kuroo quickly shut the book, setting it aside and turning to fully face (Y/n). He wanted to limit their physical contact as much as possible, not wanting her to grow suspicious of his cold skin, or look too closely at his eyes.

“I don’t... do you?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at her. He hid his tensing as (Y/n) gently took his hands in hers, fiddling with his fingers anxiously.

“No... I’m just a bit worried, you seem somewhat distant...” (Y/n) trailed off.

Kuroo bit his lip before lightly brushing a strand of hair behind (Y/n)’s ear, “I’m sorry, it’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone... Just getting used to intimacy again I suppose.”

She smiled softly, glancing up at him through her lashes before taking his hand again and gently kissing his knuckle. Kuroo could tell there was more (Y/n) wanted to say, possibly about what this meant for the two of them. He was grateful that she instead continued eating her breakfast.

However, he would be lying if he didn’t feel a small prick of disappointment. Kuroo knew logically that she would have to leave, or he would die. He had never heard of a vampire living harmoniously with a human, a monster hunter at that.

The process of asking her to leave would have been much easier if they hadn’t fucked the night before. Vampires were either hungry or horny. There was no in-between. What a fucking existence.

And now Kuroo couldn’t even get lost in his thoughts hidden behind the door to the bedroom, there was no point in hiding when (Y/n) had already seen his face.

He spent the majority of the day with her until it was time to cook her dinner. Kuroo set the tray in her lap and pressed a small kiss to the top of her head. (Y/n) sent him a questioning glance when she noticed he had changed his clothes.

“I need to pick up a few things from a merchant in the village. I will be back after sundown…” Kuroo explained, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt. “And don’t try to stay up and wait for me, you still need to rest.” he added.

(Y/n) nodded in understanding, delving into her supper as Kuroo bid her goodbye and left the room.

Kuroo technically wasn’t lying. He did have business in the village… and he was technically visiting a ‘merchant’ of sorts. But his hunger clouded his senses, making him increasingly unaware of the prying eyes that watched him enter the village, following him all the way into the nearest brothel.

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(Y/n) woke to an empty bed sometime in the middle of the night. A painful ache in her arm is what tore her from her sleep, making her regret having refused the tea with poppy milk Kuroo had made with her dinner.

Kuroo always left a small vial of poppy milk on her bedside table incase (Y/n) experienced any pains during the day. (Y/n) moved to reach for the vial, freezing in place when she heard a blood curdling scream echo through the halls.

It was a woman’s scream, she sounded absolutely terrified. (Y/n) knew there were no other people occupying the castle, so where did she come from? Maybe she had run inside, trying to escape some horrible beast in the forest. That had to be it.

(Y/n) pushed herself to stand, grunting as she tested the amount of weight she could put on her injured leg. The huntress strapped her sword onto her hip before draping her fur pelt to protect herself from the cold halls of the castle, knowing the winter winds would seep through her white nightgown. She took hold of her whip before grabbing one of the crutches Kuroo had given her, finally setting out into the halls of the castle.

This was the first time she had set foot outside of her room, but she used the sound of another shriek to guide her to her destination. Her eyes curiously studied the tapestries and portraits that hung on the stone walls, so distracted she almost fell into a collapsed section of the floor. If she wanted to continue, she would have to enter a nearby room and hope it had a door connecting to the other side of the hall.

She looked to her right, stepping into what appeared to be an old study, its walls adorned with cobwebs and dust. (Y/n) found a door connecting to a second room, one that would surely open back up to the hallway, but stopped dead in her steps when she noticed a large portrait hung over an unlit fireplace.

A man, woman and child all stood regally before the castle, their eyes almost following (Y/n) as she moved closer to get a better look. This had to be Kuroo and his parents. 

‘Tetsuro certainly inherited his father’s looks,’ (Y/n) thought to herself, staring at the man’s face intently. But (Y/n) quickly noticed something off about the portrait.

The child that would have been Kuroo looked nothing like him… the little boy had curly, wild blond hair, identical to that of the woman in the painting. He also had shimmering green eyes, also like the woman’s.

(Y/n) tried to convince herself this was a portrait of distant family members, but that wouldn’t explain how the man in the portrait was identical to Kuroo. Something wasn’t right.

Another scream finally tore (Y/n)’s eyes off the painting, reminding her of the task at hand and sending her into the adjoining room and back into the hall.

Her bare feet carried her through the halls, finally bringing her to the first floor of the house, near the foyer where (Y/n) had battled the werewolf pack months ago. She shivered at the cold air seeping through the damaged doors and windows, the cold almost distracting her from a faint glow seeping out from underneath a nearby closed door.

(Y/n) stepped towards the door as quietly as possible, hissing in pain as she put weight on her leg to bend over and look into the room through the door’s keyhole. It appeared to be a large sitting room, full of several couches and loveseats.

Her vision was limited, but she could make out two figures on the couch at the center of the room. Judging by the head of hair on the larger figure, it had to be Kuroo leaning in close to the smaller figure beside him. A whirlwind of emotions whipped through (Y/n)’s chest. Confusion. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Anger.

Without a second thought, (Y/n) burst into the room, the pain in her leg long forgotten as her crutch fell to the floor. Tears brimmed at the corner of her eyes as she stared at Kuroo, waiting for him and the unknown woman to turn to her in shock. She never could have predicted what happened next.

Kuroo’s head snapped in her direction. The whites of his eyes had turned pitch black, his irises the same shade of red as the blood dripping down his chin. Two pearly white, elongated fangs glistened in the light of the fire, blood coating the monstrous canines that he had just pulled from deep within the woman’s throat.

The woman instantly crumpled like paper, falling limp onto the couch as Kuroo stood, quickly approaching (Y/n) with his arms outstretched. (Y/n) watched him in shock, quickly stepping backwards before tripping over her own feet and falling to the floor.

“(Y/n). (Y/n), please. Let me explain-”

“You’re- you’re a fucking vampire…” (Y/n) interjected, voice wavering with fear as her eyes stayed glued to his fangs.

“I am. I’m a vampire. I’m sorry I had to feed, I had to take her-”

“You know who I am, you know what you are, and you didn’t tell me…” she was almost speaking to herself as she crawled backwards, out of the room and into the foyer. “Y-you… you were inside of me…”

Kuroo winced at her tone as his eyes reverted back to their original colors. He moved to kneel beside her, only to be interrupted by the sound of banging on the doors of the castle. The planks he had temporarily nailed onto the damaged doors creaked and groaned as something heavy slammed into the wood.

The doors burst open as a crowd of villagers carrying pitchforks and torches slammed a large battering ram fashioned out of a chopped down tree to enter the castle. Kuroo deadpanned at this, huffing a small ‘you’ve got to be fucking shitting me,’ under his breath.

An old man was leading the group, Kuroo quickly recognized him as the village’s religious leader, and anger flared in his chest.

“I knew I had recognized him… It appears Kuroo Tetsuro survived the last time we led a raiding party into this cursed place!” The man proclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger in Kuroo’s direction.

“Im a fucking vampire!” Kuroo barked, his patience growing dangerously thin. “You really thought burning me and burying the remains would fucking kill me?! Were your parents fucking cousins, you ignorant twat?!”

“That’s the huntress who went missing! The (L/n)!” A woman shouted from the crowd, pointing at (Y/n) who had put more distance between her and Kuroo as she crawled away on her hands and knees.

The old priest helped (Y/n) onto her feet, noting the distant look in her eyes. “The beast has had her under his control…” he murmured, shaking (Y/n) by her shoulders to bring her out of her shocked state.

“We have to leave…” she mumbled, grasping the man’s hand and attempting to lead him and the crowd out of the castle.

“We have to kill this monster!” a man beside her shouted, motioning to Kuroo who was now attempting to calm his breathing. “He stole a woman from my brothel! He’s awoken from his slumber and will continue kidnapping our women until he is satiated!”

“You’re a (L/n)! You should kill this monster and be done with it!” Another woman jeered from the crowd, numerous people in the crowd shouted in agreement.

(Y/n) turned to Kuroo, gripping the consecrated whip on her hip on instinct. “Just let us go and there won’t be any trouble!”

Kuroo’s chest ached at her threatening tone. He stepped towards her, eyes softening when he saw the pain in her eyes. He had caused her so much pain. Just as he had with his wife. Just as he had with his son.

The vampire tried so hard to fight back his tears, forgetting the angry mob only for a moment as he attempted to reach for (Y/n). “I-I can’t… I can’t let you go without-”

A sudden burn on Kuroo’s arm had him reeling back and howling in pain. The exposed flesh of his arm was now bubbling from a splash of holy water the priest had sent his way.

“I won’t let you lay another finger on her! Don’t come any closer, you beast!” The priest exclaimed, stepping in front of (Y/n) to shield her body from Kuroo.

For an old man that priest was pretty fast. But Kuroo, of course, was faster.

The vampire’s response was faster than lightning. He grabbed the old man by his tunic, plucking him from the crowd and holding him above the ground. Kuroo bared his fangs at the priest, “You shit eating pig!” he hissed.

He lunged for the priest’s throat, ready to take a chunk out of his wrinkled flesh and make an example out of him. Kuroo heard the familiar crack of a whip before he felt it’s sting against his side.

Kuroo dropped the old man as the magical force behind the whip sent him flying away from the crowd and crashing into a nearby wall. Had he not just fed off that prostitute, the whip could have quite possibly killed him. He slowly picked himself up, looking at (Y/n) in disbelief as she stood protectively in front of the fallen priest.

“I don’t want to hurt you…” she said, shrugging the werewolf pelt off her shoulders. “But you’ve left me no choice…” (Y/n) cracked the whip once more, breaking the sound barrier within inches of his face. “You don’t belong in this world, monster!”

Kuroo stood straighter as something inside him snapped. The whites of his eyes turned black and his irises went red once again. A low, feral growl vibrated deep within his chest as he spoke through his gritted teeth.

“If it’s a monster you want… then it’s a monster you will get!”

The vampire lunged at (Y/n) only to be sent flying backwards with another snap from her whip. Kuroo caught himself this time, landing on his feet hunched over and cradling the spot on his stomach the whip had made contact with. He glared up at her through his lashes, hissing at her as the crowd of people praised and cheered for her.

(Y/n) ignored their cheers as she unsheathed her sword with her free hand, the weight proving a bit difficult to handle given she was using her injured arm. She bolted towards Kuroo, ignoring the pain in her leg as she aimed the tip of her sword directly at his chest.

She stopped abruptly in front of him, the impact of her sword causing an audible clang. For a moment, she thought it was over. Slowly raising her head, (Y/n) realized rather than impaling Kuroo square in the chest, he had grabbed the very tip of it with his claws, his inhuman strength holding it steady.

“Is that why you fight?” he taunted, cocking an eyebrow at her. “The applause? The love from those humans that they will never grant you?”

Kuroo released his hold on the sword before swiftly backhanding (Y/n), the force of the hit sending her to the stone floor a few feet away. Her sword landed just a mere foot out of her reach.

The huntress recovered from the blow, pushing herself onto her elbows and attempting to grab the weapon before Kuroo used the heel of his boot to kick it away. “You think killing me will clear the (L/n) name? You’d have to kill a thousand vampires before they’d ever forgive your family.”

Kuroo nudged (Y/n) to lay on her back with the toe of his boot, glaring down at her as he slowly pressed his boot to her chest and bagan applying pressure. (Y/n) writhed and squirmed with discomfort, gripping his ankle through the thick leather and attempting to move his foot.

“I-I don’t do it for praise… And I’m not doing it for forgiveness…” She wheezed, clawing at the boot feebly. “I’m a f-fucking (L/n)... and it’s our job to protect humanity!”

Kuroo chuckled darkly, the sound of approaching footsteps not lost on him as he lessened the pressure he was putting on (Y/n)’s chest. “How noble.”

Just as the priest was within adequate distance to douse Kuroo in holy water again, the vampire lunged at him, gripping the old man by his throat. His monstrous claws dug into his flesh and his blood gushed onto Kuroo’s arm.

“Not this time, old man…” Kuroo smirked, lifting the priest’s bleeding body high into the air as the villagers cried out in despair. (Y/n) watched fearfully as Kuroo parted his lips, allowing the man’s blood to pour into his awaiting mouth.

(Y/n) pulled herself to stand, hastily picking up her sword and holding it defensively in front of her body as Kuroo continued to feed. Her eyes were wide with fear and disgust, her body paralized and unable to even attempt to attack the vampire while he was distracted.

The priest’s body fell to the floor with a sickening thud. Kuroo sighed in satisfaction, sucking the remaining blood off his fingers with gusto.

He lazily turned to look at (Y/n), rolling his shoulders back as he cracked his neck. “Run, huntress, run…”

(Y/n)’s feet carried her away from the foyer and towards the direction of her room. Her injured leg ached, her lungs burned from the cold air of the castle, and she almost tripped over her nightgown several times as she attempted to make her escape. All the while she could hear Kuroo following close behind.

She knew he could catch up to her if he really wanted to. He was toying with her. Enjoying this game of cat and mouse before he fed on her as he had the priest and the prostitute.

(Y/n) jumped over the large hole in the hall she came across earlier, knowing if she took the detour she had earlier Kuroo would just catch up to her. She shrieked in pain as she landed roughly on her injured leg, momentarily falling to her knees before continuing her mad dash towards the bedroom, hoping to fortify it against her undead assailant.

The huntress whipped the door open, moving to shut it behind her only to be halted as Kuroo shoved his arm through the doorway. (Y/n) screamed as she pushed all her weight against the door, simultaneously thrusting her sword into the air, slicing at Kuroo’s forearm with the silver blade.

He roared in pain and pulled his arm back, allowing (Y/n) to shut and lock the door. She quickly grabbed the chair placed in front of the vanity mirror, propping it under the handle before dousing the foot of the door with holy water.

(Y/n) pointed the sword at the door, shaking from fear and exhaustion as she waited for Kuroo to attempt to enter the room. The hall had grown eerily silent, the only audible sound (Y/n) could hear were her own labored breaths.

Just as (Y/n) began to wonder if he had left to attack the villagers downstairs, the bedroom window closest to her shattered and she was tackled to the floor. The force of impact sent (Y/n)’s sword flying out of her hand, clattering to an unknown area of the room as Kuroo pinned her down.

Kuroo took her by her arms and slowly stood up before throwing her carelessly onto the bed. His claws had slashed one of her arms, filling the air with the sweet tang of her blood. His red eyes burned into her as he slowly licked his claws clean, moaning at the taste of her.

(Y/n) clutched her arm in an attempt to stop the bleeding as Kuroo approached, crawling onto the bed and up her body on all fours. He roughly grabbed her wrist, pinning it beside her head as he gripped her hair roughly with his free hand and pulled her head back.

Her hand pressed weakly against Kuroo’s broad chest, attempting to push him off despite knowing she wasn’t strong enough. (Y/n)’s eyes screwed shut, tears spilling down her cheeks as Kuroo grazed his fangs over her exposed neck.

“Aren’t you going to beg?” he purred, his icy lips brushing over her pulse point as he spoke.

(Y/n) whimpered at the feeling of his fangs ready to puncture her skin, the pitiful sound making him pause. “Do it…” she whispered, choking on a sob before continuing. “I can’t do it… only one of us comes out of this alive and I can’t do it…”

Kuroo’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion before he bared his fangs against her skin once more. “And why is that…?” he muttered against her skin.

(Y/n) couldn’t stop sobbing at this point, her body now limp as she gave up all hope of freeing herself from his hold. “Because despite who I am- despite what you are… I love you…”

Kuroo felt his heart clench in his chest as he abruptly pulled away from her neck to look her in the eyes. He looked deep within her to see if this was some sick trick, something to catch him off guard so she could stake him. But she looked into his eyes, no hint of malice or dishonestly in her (e/c) orbs as she sobbed harder.

“You kept what you are from me… you’ve hurt me, but I’ve fallen in love with you… and I can’t bring myself to kill the man I love- so please- just don’t let me suffer!” (Y/n) cried out before shutting her eyes and turning her head to expose her neck to him.

It was now that Kuroo felt how her body shook with fear, how her heartbeat hammered wildly against her ribcage. He could still smell her blood in the air, but felt disgust and regret swell in the pit of his stomach when he saw the crimson liquid pooling against the sheets and staining the bed. His eyes shifted back to their normal state as he gingerly cupped her bruising cheek, his heart just about breaking when (Y/n) flinched at his touch.

It was now that his instincts were no longer clouded by his bloodlust that he saw what he had done to her.

“I’m killing you…” Kuroo whispered to himself, moving his weight off her body to sit up on his knees as he surveyed the damage he had done to the bedroom. Glass was scattered about the floor, blood and torn pieces of (Y/n)’s nightgown left here and there.

“The first person to make me feel anything in decades… and I’m killing you…” he sobbed, holding his head in his bloodied hands.

(Y/n) attempted to prop herself up on her elbows to get a better look at him but gasped at the pain in her arm that had been clawed. Kuroo tore off the sleeve of his shirt without a second thought, wrapping it tightly over the wound to stop the bleeding. He gently shushed (Y/n)’s pained whimpers as he took the bottle of poppy milk from her bedside table and gave it to her to drink.

Kuroo turned to the door when he heard the angry voices of the mob approaching the bedroom. He looked back at (Y/n), cupping her cheeks gently before pressing a small kiss to her nose. “Sleep, my love…”

(Y/n) was quickly overcome with fatigue, falling back onto the bed and falling asleep almost instantaneously. She vaguely heard the crunch of broken glass under Kuroo’s boots as he walked to the window, followed by silence as she drifted into darkness.

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The steady clop of horse hooves against the dirt road is what woke (Y/n) from her deep slumber. She opened her eyes, immediately seeing the canopy of a covered wagon hanging over her head. She slowly glanced at her surroundings, finding several chests, crates, and building materials around her.

(Y/n) sat up, clutching the fur pelts to her body as her breath came out in puffs due to the winter air.

“You’re awake…”

She looked to the owner of the familiar voice, recognizing Kuroo’s cloak clad figure at the front of the wagon, clicking the rains of the two horses pulling the cart. (Y/n) carefully made her way to him, sitting beside him as she tightened the warm furs around herself.

“What happened…?” she asked, looking around at the dark forest they were currently traversing.

“I figured it was time to leave my home behind and try to move on…” Kuroo murmured, keeping his eyes on the road ahead.

“And where would we do that?” she tilted her head at him curiously.

“I’m going to a section of unclaimed land I found on a map...I figured it would be best if I leave you in the first village we come across.”

(Y/n) looked at him incredulously before crossing her arms. “After everything we’ve been through you’re planning on dumping me in the nearest town and leaving things at that?-”

“I nearly killed you, (Y/n).” Kuroo interrupted sternly. “I love you, truly I do, but I can’t bear the thought of living with you knowing I’ve caused you so much pain… or that I might do it again.”

(Y/n) chewed on her lip and huffed, looking down at her knees as she tried fighting back her tears. The huntress would be lying if she said she wasn’t afraid of what Kuroo was capable of, but that stubborn warm feeling in the pit of her chest told her to go against her instincts and fight to stay with him.

They barely spoke a word to one another as they continued down the road for the next couple of hours. The sun eventually rose, causing (Y/n) to send Kuroo to the back of the cart as she took the reins on the horses.

(Y/n) eventually glanced back at him, studying his figure hunched over in his cloak as she spoke. “That story you told me… about your father… That was you wasn’t it?”

Kuroo solemnly nodded, eyes trained on the muddy soles of his boots as he absentmindedly fiddled with his cape. “Yes… I was turned almost 60 years ago by a vampire who seduced me… Then that priest and the villagers killed my family.”

‘No wonder he had attacked the priest so viciously…’ (Y/n) thought.

“I imagine they believed they had killed me as well… his stake was aimed a little too far to the left I suppose. I awoke in a shallow grave with my wife and child…”

(Y/n) gnawed at her lip, glancing back at the road. “I’m sorry…” she sighed, unsure of what else there was to say.

“So am I…”

By the time they reached the nearest village it was already nightfall.

(Y/n) had changed into some travel appropriate clothing, examining the fresh stitches on her arm as she cloaked herself in her werewolf pelt. She strapped her sword onto her hip, resting her whip on the other before she slung her pack of belongings over her shoulder.

Kuroo helped her out of the wagon, biting his lip as she refused to meet his gaze. Just as (Y/n) turned to walk towards the closest tavern, she felt a gentle tug on her wrist as Kuroo pulled her against his chest.

He held her in a tight embrace, minding her shoulder as he buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent. (Y/n) didn’t hesitate to hug him back, trying her best to hold back her sobs as she gripped his cloak.

“You don’t have to go… you don’t have to leave me…” she sniffled, knowing full well he had made up his mind.

“I do… I have to…” he sighed before slowly pulling back. Kuroo gently wiped her tears before placing a slip of parchment into her hands. “This is a map… I marked the area I will be building my new home. It’s beside a lake my family and I would travel to in the summers… If you ever find it in your heart to forgive me for my transgressions- really forgive me… I will be there waiting.”

(Y/n) unfolded the map, studying the markings and instantly recognizing the terrain. Kuroo delicately took her chin between his fingers, staring deep into her eyes as if he were trying to commit them to memory. (Y/n) leaned up on her toes, pressing a tender kiss to his lips.

“Until then…”

(Y/n) clutched the parchment to her chest, allowing her tears to flow freely as she watched the covered wagon grow further and further away from her, until the darkness of the night hid it from her vision.

—————————5 years later——————————–

Kuroo sat at the edge of the lake, staring at the full moon’s reflection in thought. No matter how much time had passed, his mind always wandered to (Y/n).

Was she well? How far had she travelled across the country, nothing but the clothes on her back and the sword on her hip to her name? Did she find community in the village he left her at and stay there? Had she found love again?

Maybe she grew to forget him, never forgave him and had a family of her own now, continuing the (L/n) line.

Despite the pain that such thoughts brought, he always found himself smiling at the pleasant memories they had together. Of course his guilt led him to believe the bad outweighed the good… but for what those few moments of true happiness they had together, they had loved a lifetime’s worth.

The vampire’s thoughts were interrupted as he heard a horse approaching his residence, the rider clad in expensive smelling armor that led Kuroo to believe they were a knight of some sorts, possibly sent to investigate the mysterious man that lived at the edge of the forest beside the lake.

“Whoever you are, I don’t want any trouble,” Kuroo sighed, “I would just like to be alone with my thoughts for the night.”

“That’s a shame… here I was thinking I could keep you company.”

Kuroo’s eyes went wide. He whipped around as the rider dismounted her steed, a fine werewolf’s pelt draped over her armor.

Kuroo stood up from his spot, slowly taking in (Y/n)’s appearance as she stood before him, just as beautiful as the day they parted. He slowly smiled, this time unafraid of revealing his fangs to her as tears of joy dripped down his cheeks.

(Y/n) couldn’t help but chuckle softly as she returned his smile and approached the larger man. She reached up and gently wiped his tears before taking his hands in hers.

“I told you I would come back…”

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