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sunderwight · 11 months ago

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TSCTIR-inspired SVSSS AU.

Shen Yuan was just a regular (ehhh kind of) nerd when the invasions began, monsters and dungeons started showing up, and people started "awakening" as RPG-style superheroes with special abilities, enhanced strength/speed/etc, and ranked classifications.

Shen Yuan's older brother awakens as S-classes. His younger sister awakens as an S-class. Shen Yuan?

F-class.

Of course, chronically ill Shen Yuan told himself he wasn't really expecting any different. But there have been people who have awakened as higher classes despite their own lifelong health problems or disabilities, and in many cases awakening cured them, and so he'd hoped...

Well. It doesn't matter what he'd hoped.

The worst part isn't even that he's not some badass dungeon-delver himself (even though he is wildly curious about all the strange monsters and beasts and demons that have been turning up), the worst part is that his siblings have all but left him in the dust. They aren't just busy, he can tell that they've increasingly been avoiding him, until virtually the only time they speak to him is when they catch him trying to go into a dungeon again and then yell at him about it.

(Of course, his siblings have been increasingly aware of the danger SY is in whenever he's in proximity to them, but no one ever accused the Shen family of having strong communication skills...)

Nonetheless, if there is some possible way for Shen Yuan to increase his rank, he won't find it staying at home. And there are too many mysteries to investigate to just keep himself out of it, even if that would be more sensible. So, Shen Yuan arranges to be on various low-level dungeon teams. Often among the more questionable, misguided ones being attempted by the newly-awakened or by people who are just desperate to try and get some kind of windfall. Dungeons are dangerous, but a lucky item drop can still make someone more money in a minute than they could otherwise earn in a year. It's through these jobs that Shen Yuan meets fellow F-class Shang Qinghua, whose motives for entering the dungeons are definitely more financial than academic.

This is also how Shen Yuan ends up in the wrong place at the wrong time, in a dungeon that has suddenly gone from low-level to a high-level boss, fleeing for his life. Just when it seems like he's about to become mincemeat, his older brother (Shen Jiu) shows up and takes on the dungeon boss. But it's too much for a lone S-class, even one as determined and vicious as SJ, and Shen Yuan can only watch in horror as his brother is killed by the terrifyingly powerful and weirdly beautiful Heavenly Demon Boss.

But the reason SY survived the initial assault, when no one else did, is thanks to his hidden ability. Which temporarily grants him the powers of anyone he has a bond with who has just died, x2. Previously, he had his bacon saved by Shang Qinghua's traumatic death, and when Shen Jiu dies, SY gains enough power to actually take down this mysterious Heavenly Demon boss.

It's a hollow victory. His brother is dead. His friend is dead. Even the boss monster seems inexplicably tragic to him somehow.

And why did SJ show up anyway? Between his siblings, Shen Yuan thought that his brother had grown the most distant from him, that he even hated him now! Why couldn't he have just... stayed away...?

Despite the traumatic horror of these events, killing the boss monster grants Shen Yuan a boon. It isn't a "raise people from the dead" boon, but it does permit time travel! In fact it seems kind of emphatic on that point, like something has gone really horribly wrong with reality and the world is struggling to hold itself together now somehow. Though that could also just be because Shen Yuan's world is struggling to hold itself together...?

Regardless, this new entity called "the system" refuses to let Shen Yuan go back to a point in time before he awakened, or before the dungeons appeared. But he can go back to a point before his brother died, which is definitely good enough. Accept, accept! Who has time to read the terms & conditions? Whatever it is he'll deal with it! Just send him as far back in time as he can go!

As such, Shen Yuan's memories are sent back five years in time. Along with him go a bunch of weird new unlocked abilities, and the system menu, which demands he fulfill certain tasks and complete certain quests as a stipulation of the time travel boon. Succeed, and he gets more rewards to help him keep himself and his loved ones alive. Fail, and he'll be rebooted back to the bad ending, except to the moment before the Heavenly Demon boss died but without any of his power boosts.

So maybe Shen Yuan should have read the fine print.

Though, even if he had, he still would have made the same choice.

Back five years in the past, he's got some thinking to do. Five years is a decent chunk of time. His siblings have both awoken, and begun distancing themselves from him, but their positions are still pretty different. Shen Jiu and his childhood friend Yue Qi had a falling-out over something (they wouldn't say what) at this point in time. Shen Jiu signed on with the Qiu Collective, one of the initial rich adventuring guilds that hired people to go into dungeons. But the Qiu Collective was corrupt even by the standards of a lot of dungeon-oriented corporations, and though Shen Yuan was never made privy to the details, he knew they mistreated Shen Jiu badly and that there were a lot of investigations. The collective ultimately went under when their office was destroyed by a rogue rampaging monster, after an undiscovered dungeon opened nearby. Dungeons that open but aren't found are especially dangerous, as the threat levels will steadily increase without anyone to clear them out, until the result is a dungeon break -- monsters escaping the dungeon and emerging in the normal world, causing havoc and Godzilla-style rampages.

According to the official reports, that was what caused the destruction of the Qiu Collective's head office and the death of their CEO.

Yue Qi, on the other hand, joined the Cang Qiong guild, which had fared a little better over the five year span. Yue Qi eventually even took over the guild, and after the Qiu Collective went under, Shen Jiu made up with him enough to join him there. Shen Yuan had hoped they would reconcile and maybe even answer some of his calls, but things remained strained between all of them even afterwards.

Shen Ying, his little sister, was sheltered and trained by their older brother until she was old enough to join Cang Qiong as well, but despite being S-rank, her youth and inexperience kept her more on the sidelines. Shen Yuan had thought they might bond over being kept out of the loop, but his last conversation with his sister had made it clear that as far as she was concerned, he was still world's away from her level.

(Read: Shen Ying told him he should keep away from dangerous things, was clumsy about it, and unwittingly fed some of Shen Yuan's worst insecurities.)

On top of that, though, was another consideration:

Luo Binghe.

Among the guilds that could rival Cang Qiong five years hence, the biggest one was Demon Path. Luo Binghe would start out as a member of Cang Qiong guild, recruited shortly after awakening. Shen Yuan had thought he was pretty cool, actually, but there was some bad blood between Luo Binghe and Shen Jiu, and it got bad enough that when Luo Binghe made his solo break he got Shen Jiu embroiled in some kind of legal investigation (something about the wrongful death of another guild member) on his way out. Demon Realm and Cang Qiong remained thoroughly at odds afterwards, and things only got worse when Demon Realm surpassed Cang Qiong's count of S-rank members, and conducted a successful merger with Huan Hua guild. That is, until Luo Binghe just mysteriously vanished altogether from the public eye.

Though Luo Binghe of course wasn't the dungeon boss that actually killed Shen Jiu, he had certainly been trying to destroy him before Shen Yuan reset the timeline.

But going five years back in time... Luo Binghe had been a prodigy, the youngest to become a guild leader. Five years hence, he'd be around twenty years old.

Which means that right now, thanks to the rewind, he is fourteen or fifteen years old and hasn't even awakened yet.

It would be possible to take him out of the equation altogether.

Then, there's Liu Qingge. An S-rank who died in a dungeon under suspicious circumstances, which provided the crux of the investigation into Shen Jiu. He and Shen Jiu had also never gotten along, although once again no one had confided the details to him. Shen Yuan refused to believe that his brother had actually murdered Liu Qingge, though. If Shen Jiu was going to murder someone he'd be a lot less obvious about it.

But it would probably be better if Liu Qingge didn't die at all.

Lastly, there's the matter of Shang Qinghua.

According to Shen Yuan's mental math, Shang Qinghua won't have awoken his abilities yet either. Five years into the future, extensive research and several regrettable moves on the part of various governments and guilds would reveal that even though it was supposedly impossible to increase someone's rank after awakening, how a person awoke their abilities could have a great deal of impact on their rank.

Shang Qinghua was a textbook example of a bad awakening. His skills were mostly oriented towards stealth and item drop bonuses, but his awakening had been violent, prompted by a shady center that promised people an avenue to adventure and riches only to use mortal terror to trigger the awakening process. Being in extreme danger would work fine for those with combat skills, but wasn't so good for everyone else. A lot of people had their awakening stunted by such early methods, which were not only a bad way to go about it but also traumatic to boot.

Shen Yuan has a suspicion that someone like Shang Qinghua would actually be incredibly valuable for stealth missions and item farming, if only he'd awoken at full potential. Instead, he'd struggled to make anything of his abilities due to his lack of durability or access to the kind of high-level items that would compensate for it.

Gathering all this foresight, Shen Yuan sets about altering the future to protect his siblings.

Step one: find Luo Binghe.

Shen Yuan's initial thought was to just kind of, nudge Luo Binghe towards something different from Cang Qiong altogether. Maybe if he started out with Huan Hua guild, he could contain all his trouble there. But when he finds him, Binghe is in a bad situation. The kid's living in foster care with abusive caretakers, his adoptive mother has recently died, and he's waiting tables and picking up trash instead of going to school. His clothes are threadbare, he's too skinny, and he looks like he's been beaten.

Between a rocky introduction and an attack from a Moon Python Rhinoceros thanks to a nearby dungeon break, Shen Yuan manages to convince Luo Binghe to hire him as his agent (fee = 0% of all Binghe's dungeon earnings plus 0% from contracts), and determinedly takes over. The System seems to wildly approve of it.

Creepy. And suspicious.

But Binghe is actually a total sweetheart, as it happens, to the point where Shen Yuan can't imagine what inspired the enmity between him and Shen Jiu. This kid truly is a diamond in the rough. He just needed a little help and some actual guidance, that's all!

With Binghe on the road to a less antagonistic fate, the next most chronologically urgent item on the list is Shang Qinghua. Shen Yuan has a new ability that lets him awaken people to their full potential, and his chosen guinea pig is his own formerly deceased bro. Somehow, awakening Shang Qinghua's abilities ends up involving a near-miss with rescuing him from debt collectors, and running into (and rescuing) the S-class Mobei Jun, who had joined Demon Realm as Luo Binghe's subordinate back in the original timeline.

It's actually quite fortuitous, though, because Shang Qinghua's treasure-hunter and stealth abilities are best suited to him being accompanied by a high-ranking hunter who can pick up the physical slack. Shen Yuan had been thinking that at least awakening Shang Qinghua as a D-rank would make him durable enough to handle some dungeons without turning to sketchy organizations for back-up, but with Mobei Jun, the ice prince can ferry the man right to the most valuable loot!

Shen Yuan's on a roll!

He discovers that some of his new abilities have utility as beast-taming skills, and tackles several dungeons successfully with the help of Luo Binghe, Shang Qinghua, and Mobei Jun. They even manage to rescue A-class Sha Hualing from a sticky situation, and Shen Yuan learns that his abilities can, in fact, help other awakened level up their own rank (previously believed impossible). With enough of his influence, Sha Hualing could become S-rank one day.

But of course, it can't be too easy.

When Shen Yuan moves to intervene with the dungeon break that wiped out the Qiu Collective, and seemed to start all the controversies against his brother, he instead finds that there is no dungeon at all. Yet, clearly some kind of attack on the building is underway.

He finds out why when he comes across his brother in a fugue state, murdering his way through his own guild.

Turns out, most S-ranks creep people out. Most average people can barely tolerate being around them even before they awaken. But afterwards? Their oppressive auras and sheer strength tend to trigger everyone's flight-or-fight reflex. Shen Yuan never noticed, because he's grown up surrounded by S-ranks his whole life. Even upon watching Shen Jiu kill the Qiu members, Shen Yuan's chief source of upset is that they were apparently treating his brother so badly that they inspired a murder spree from someone ordinarily much more calculating and clever than that.

Apparently, Shen Yuan should have been taking the opportunity to move against them a lot sooner, rather than just mitigating the whole supposed dungeon-break disaster and then investigating after. His own fault. He thought that keeping his distance would help his siblings, but clearly, letting them hoard their secrets and do whatever they think is best isn't the way to go either.

Does he even know what's really happening with his sister? Or to Yue Qi over at Cang Qiong? At this point in time, his friend had stopped contacting him altogether for several months in a row. When he came back, he was definitely more subdued and even more distant than he had been before. And that's the same guild that Shen Jiu and Shen Ying will eventually join as well, presumably with its own skeletons packed into the closet.

Shen Yuan's going to have to adjust a lot of his plans, it seems.

But first -- he's got a murder spree to help cover up, and an older brother to take home and, uh. Calm down. Or something?

Damn. Maybe Shen Jiu did kill Liu Qingge on purpose. He's going to have to thoroughly figure that situation out too, if he wants to handle it right...

#svsss #bingqiu #scum villain's self saving system #scum villain #long post #the system: your assignment is to bond with as many s-rank people as possible #shen yuan: I don't have time for that I'm too busy bonding with all these people who happen to be s-rank

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 10 days ago

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Midnight meetings

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 31

Prompt: Midnight

Rated: T

Tags: Fantasy AU; Fae!Eddie; Knight!Steve; Contracts; Bargains; Mind control

Notes: Continued from day 8

There's three things Steve knows about the fae.

First, their power is greatest on the night of the winter solstice, just around midnight.

Which is why he's not surprised when he is awakened by the rattle of armor, the clang of swords and the screams of his father’s men. He doesn’t need to ask what’s going on. The chill in the air, unnaturally cold even for a winter’s night, and the tingle in his blood tell him all he needs to know.

He tumbles from his bed, throwing on his boots and chainmail. He’s been keeping them within reach, even in his sleep, ever since the day he let the fae boy escape. Grabbing his sword from its place by the wall, he yanks open his door and flies into the corridor.

It’s mayhem.

The castle’s knights are no match for the attackers, not on this night. Steve doesn’t bother joining them. He holds no love for these men, and neither do they for him. Instead, he takes off running, jumping over dead and injured soldiers and weaving between those still standing.

He’s prepared to be attacked on his way to his destination, but nobody so much as looks at him as he hurries down the winding staircases. The air is abuzz with magic. It whirrs past his head, singing the tips of his hair and making his ears ring, but by the time he stumbles into the kitchens, there's not a single scratch marking his skin.

Maybe this should've given him pause, he thinks later.

Except he doesn’t have any time to pause, because the moment he barges into the room, his worst fears are confirmed.

He sees the castle kids, huddled into a corner of the room, sees the fae warriors advancing on them, graceful and unbearably beautiful even in their silvery battle armor.

And then he doesn't see anything, he just acts.

“Run,” he barks at the kids, throwing himself between them and their attackers. “Take the secret passage, you know the one.”

He waits just long enough to make sure they’ve taken off running before he whirls on the fae again, brandishing his sword.

“Leave them alone. They haven’t done anything to you.”

They take a step back and lower their weapons. Maybe that's the second thing that should've given him thought.

For a few moments, the only sounds in Steve’s ears are the rush of his own blood and the faint screams of the men being slaughtered upstairs. Then, one of the attackers - a tall, blond one with cold blue eyes - scoffs.

“Nobody in this castle is to be spared. Step aside, boy.”

Steve grips his sword harder. “You'll have to kill me first if you wanna go after them.”

The warrior's eyes light up with glee.

“With pleasure,” he says, and raises his rapier. Steve plants his feet.

“Enough.”

It’s only one. Still, it slices through the air like a blade of ice. The fae sheath their weapons and bow.

“My lord,” says the one at the front. “You commanded us to-”

“Kill every single soul in this wretched place,” confirms the man who has appeared at the center of the room. “Except for one. Do not try to play me for a fool.”

“It's you!” Steve blurts, and eyes as dark as the midnight sky flick over to meet his.

“Leave us,” commands the man, striding past his soldiers without so much as a side glance. “Make yourselves useful elsewhere.”

The warriors hesitate for a moment, but then they bow and duck out of the room.

“What are you doing, sweet thing?” sighs the man, almost mournfully. He's even more magnificent than the last time Steve saw him. Robes the color of the night, speckled in stars. Dark curls crowned in a wreath of dead branches and frost-covered winter berries. “Is this how you honor my gift?”

Steve grits his teeth against the onslaught of guilt that wells up inside of him.

“You can’t kill them all,” he mutters. “There’s innocents in this castle, they didn’t all-”

“They all serve your father, don’t they?” the man says. “For that, they need to die.”

Steve feels the color drain from his face.

“But I saved you,” he says. “And you can’t even grant me this small favor?”

The man shakes his head.

“You saved me and I am sparing you. We are even. Unless …”

The second thing Steve knows about the fae is that you don’t bargain with them.

“What do you want me to do?” he asks. “Just say it, and-”

A cold hand cups his face, long fingers tracing the outline of his chin and jaw, pressing down on his lips.

“Life can only be repaid for with life,” the man says. “You humans are frail and short-lived creatures, but to make up for this many? You’d have to pledge yourself to me for centuries.”

Steve swallows. The man’s eyes are two black holes, sucking him in.

“I’ll do whatever it takes,” he says.

The man’s lips twitch into a smile, eerily alike to the one when Steve freed him from the cage.

“What’s your name, sweet thing?”

The third thing Steve knows about the fae is that names hold power for them. Which is why you should never, under any circumstances, tell them yours.

“Steve. Of House Harrington.”

“Very well then, Steve of House Harrington,” says the man, and kisses him again. The touch zaps from Steve’s lips all the way into his blood, clouding his mind and making his insides buzz like the finest wine laced with the deadliest of poisons. “You’ll make a splendid thrall, I think. Come now, I’ll take you home.”

Steve has taken the offered hand before it even occurs to him to resist.

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blueberrypancakesworld · 10 days ago

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Hello dear. I wanted to send a request. Yandere Viserys I Targaryen and his second wife reader. (Baelon/Alyssa/Aegon/Helaena/Aemond/Daeron are their children.) Viserys chooses his first our son Baelon as his heir. There is no dance of dragons. Viserys is not sick.

Our own blood

Viserys I x wife!reader

warning : yandere behaviour, kissing, mention of births, implied murders, implied/mentioned mental problems

Summary : Viserys loved his Aemma she had given him his Rhaenyra...but a dragon of his blood is hungry for more, more of his own blood. Which is why, not quite a decade later, the second queen gave him six children, children to represent love and a legacy to be spoken. But the dragon never leaves his treasure, his wife, the Queen of Westeros, alone.

info : Hi thanks for the request anon, yandere Viserys is just an idea that is very interesting, he is the sleeping dragon that is awakened to bring chaos to the realm. I hope you enjoy reading

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The bells of the royal sept rang again that day, like every day and like the years before, but this time they played different notes, notes of the utmost importance.

On this day in King's Landing, the heir to the throne was to be proclaimed, an heir that the people had been waiting for ever since he had been presented, the little boy with the fair hair and dark violet eyes, a Targaryen through and through.

A young prince not quite his twentieth name day and yet beloved by the people, Baelon Targaryen as a tribute to his grandfather, he would wear that name with pride whenever he was called...but above all it was his beloved mother who would call him.

A woman who didn't even belong in the House of the Dragon, a woman his father had taken after his first wife had died, Aemma had given him Rhaenyra, a gift from the gods but no son.

Something he wanted and needed, ,,I dreamed that regents would spring from your womb" he had told her when his wife was first pregnant, his hand resting on her slightly bulging belly gently yet firmly.

A dragon who loved her was like a coin, like a sword with a pointed and blunt side.

The blunt side was his calmness, his serenity, his care for his children, his love for his family and the way he looked at her with such devotion that it was his dragon scales that had captivated her then..but a dragon is a monster not a knight of love.

A dragon with his pointy side was possessive, domineering, power-hungry and above all obsessive with the treasure he loved most, ,,The dragon's blood will watch over you forever, no one will destroy this bond of love....and if they try I have dragons" was his statement as he made the royal procession through the city with her, hearing the roar of Vhagar, the queen of dragons fit for the king who had taken Vhagar after Balerion's death.

Viserys was gentle and waiting at the beginning of their relationship, someone who loved her dearly and to whom she wanted to give children, but after Baelon, after holding an heir, a baby who grew older than Aemma's children, he wanted more.

You could never fully satisfy a dragon, ,,One more prince or princess and I'll never ask for anything from you again" was just one of his feeble lies as she gave him six children and was devoured by the dragon's mouth.

How can you love the man you married under fire and gold when that man became the worst of your blood? His kisses possessive, hands always on you were a gesture of support for others but for her a reminder that he would burn King's Landing to the ground if he was so sure of her.

An obsession that brought her into darkness whenever he was with her, whenever she was in the chamber with her and his touches and kisses did not have the love they once had...and yet he was a Targaryen a man of beauty, a god who flew the greatest dragon and the man she had fallen in love with.

A man she found herself smiling at, kissing him and leaning into him, a man whose appearance and calmness always captured her, especially when he flew with her on Vhagar.

It was like a decade ago when they disappeared to Dragonstone after the wedding ceremony out of love, and came together there in love.

Now, instead of the dragon's cry and fire, it was the bells of the Sept announcing that the king was making a decision, a decision she saw when she saw Baelon and his siblings, ,,The handsome dragons of the realm" she gave of herself and carefully raised up, immediately feeling Baelon's support and giving him a look of thanks.

Her beloved children Baelon the firstborn a son of knowledge and honour the heir to the throne, his sister Alyssa her image more than her father's a princess of music and love of dragons.

Aegon her third son who like his father enjoyed parties and alcohol and valued friends of which he had many, a loyal prince to his siblings.

Her dreaming Helaena with talents for art and dreaming that Viserys took on.

Their last children whose births were long and difficult but whose love never waned Aemond emulated his eldest brother in swordplay and was precise with it and the youngest little Daeron who enjoyed dragons as much as his eldest sister as well as emulating Aegon's loyalty.

They were the princesses and princes of the realm, their children with Viserys and proof of love, but proof that even her stepdaughter Rhaenyra had taken to her heart. She loved her children, but her body would not be able to bear any more children after Daeron's birth.

She had spent several months in bed, with dreams and nightmares dipping in and out of her mind, but even there her children were with her...and Viserys, whose eyes had burned with fire when he heard that she might die.

Several masters and midwives burned that day, a smell that sometimes still lingered in her nose, but Viserys had what he wanted, she was alive and in the dark gown accompanied by her children the queen walked into the throne room.

All rose to look at her with joy and devotion, a few with sadness knowing that the Queen had not fully recovered and others cheered for the royal children but all looked to the throne as the bells rang out, ,,My dear husband" she whispered as she took her place beside Viserys.

The look in the violet eyes of love showed as he pressed a gentle kiss on her temple.

A fact he commanded she was his equal, she was his wife, she is the queen and wore the crown as he did while her children lined up beside the throne all except Baelon whose clothes spoke of alliances.

The black and red robe with the crown and the golden engraved house symbols spoke of his worth, ,,On this day I appoint Viserys first of my name of the House Targaryen and King of the realm, the andals and roynar that my firstborn son Baelon Tararyen is hereby deemed heir to the throne" he proclaimed and the lords and ladies knelt as the roar of dragons was heard and Viserys hand clasped hers lovingly yet firmly.

Her children would go free with dragons everything was open to them and she would take care of her husband, would continue to give Viserys her love despite the fire and the dragon he demanded because in the end he was her king and she was only his second wife the queen...

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vienssunshine · 1 year ago

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Thoughts on soft dom noritoshi kamo?

I’m a sucker for him and it’s like no one else relates AHH

author’s note: He does not get enough love!! I remember seeing him in the anime and being like, wait, why is no one obsessed with him?

Noritoshi is incredibly picky about his lover. His spouse needs to be perfect if he’s going to become the head of the Kamo clan. There’s been many women of other distinguished clans his family has tried to set him up with, but no one stuck out to him. No one ever has. That is, until you transferred to Kyoto’s Jujutsu High.

You’re a new student that’s old enough to be a third-year like him, but you’ve been bumped down to a second-year as your sorcery powers awakened a little later than usual.

In hopes of not getting you killed on your first mission, Utahime assigns a student to mentor you. She chooses the most responsible and level-headed of the young sorcerers: Noritoshi Kamo.

He’s a student she can trust, someone she knows will be able to help you navigate the confusing world of Jujutsu and blossom into a formidable sorcerer. Only, she hasn’t accounted for one thing: Noritoshi has developed a crush on you.

That little fact makes it hard for Noritoshi to spend so much alone time with you, which it feels like is all he does. He studies with you, eats with you, reads with you. Training with you is the worst of it all, he has trouble remembering to check your form rather than check out your body when you try out a new move for him.

It was especially terrible when you asked him to go on a walk during the sunset, to discuss the new concepts you’ve been learning with him, of course. Though, all he could think of was how much he wanted to do this with you every evening for the rest of his life.

He’s noticed that you seem to enjoy his company, too. You have a habit of tugging on the draping fabric of his uniform’s sleeves when you’re trying to convince him to do something with you, which is pretty much all the time.

It’s what you’re doing now, looking up at him with your pretty eyes and trying to get him to follow you.

“C’mon,” you whine, “I have a question about a cursed tool I saw.”

He has some time before his next class starts, and also finds it difficult to deny a pretty girl like yourself, so he agrees and follows you to the weapons room.

Though, when you arrive, you close the door behind you, leaning against it and watching him with a heavy gaze.

Noritoshi looks around the dark room with walls of blades and blunt objects. “Is there something you wanted me to help you with?” he asks, like the good mentor he is.

“Yes, there is,” you respond, voice silken. You tug at your uniform, allowing the top of your shirt to come loose and expose your skin to the light of the lanterns hanging from the ceiling.

It takes him a second, but Noritoshi steps forward. He wants to make sure that he’s not confusing his dreams with reality or misunderstanding what you’re saying. “Tell me how I can help,” he says.

You give him a bashful smile, playing with the opened collar of your uniform. “I want you to touch me, Noritoshi.”

“So clear with your words,” he says, bringing a hand up to your warm face, stroking your cheek, “I’ve been teaching you well.”

You nod, a tingly feeling sparking in your stomach.

“I could teach you more, y’know,” he says, tilting his head and leaning forward so his lips ghost the shell of your ear, “but you would have to be a really good listener. Can you do that for me?”

“Mhmm,” you say, arms wrapping around his broad shoulders.

“Alright,” he says, hands unbuttoning your top further, “Then I’m going to teach you how it feels to be fucked by a Kamo.”

#jjk smut #noritoshi kamo #noritoshi smut #noritoshi x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk noritoshi

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paulyenvol6 · 3 months ago

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Byka Atroksia (Chapter 16)

Contains: smut, oral (m receiving), manipulation, power imbalance, Daemon being an asshole, dirty talk, dom-sub dynamic, possessiveness, praising

Wordcount: ~3.94k

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The next few days you couldn't help but miss Daemon.

He was around you, that wasn't the problem but he was simply… your uncle again and nothing more. It wasn't even awkward or uncomfortable between you, you were laughing, talking, but he didn't take you up to his room again, didn't push you into the small council chambers to engage in inappropriate behaviour again, he was just Daemon again.

You desired him. Desired his hands on your body and the worst thing was probably that you didn't know where the two of you were standing. He had rejected you, yes, but then he had fucked you in the gardens of the red keep and now…? You just didn't know what the current state was. Was the most recent intercourse only a relapse and he still actually didn't want you? Or did he want you but just didn't have the time or energy to be with you? You didn't know and it drove you crazy.

But three days after Daemon had beheaded the Prince of Dorne in the throne room a new issue shocked the red keep. Niclas Tully, hand of the king was found dead in his chambers. A young handmaiden had found him on the floor with his eyes widened and her scream had awakened the whole castle at the crack of dawn. Guards had entered the room and escorted the disturbed girl while others alarmed the grand maester. Niclas Tully was brought into the maesters chambers and grand maester Daaran examined his body. It was still warm, he hadn't been dead for a long time and after only few hours rumours circulated around the keep. Some said he was poisoned, some that he chocked on his wine. But when Viserys visited the dead body of his long and dear friend, Daaran looked at the corpse with pity.

"I believe it was a Stroke, your grace. There is no sign of any external harm he might have experienced."

"But the word that is flying around the castle…", Viserys had hinted at but his grand maester had shook his head.

"I don't believe it was poison, your grace. I can't be sure but I couldn't find anything that would suggest it."

So Niclas Tully was buried in the tradition of his house and you sensed how hard it hit your father. He had been his friend and advisor since he had been a little boy. He was the second son of Lord Jeffary Tully and grew up as a ward of Lord Weyn Lannister, the previous hand of the king to Jaehaerys Targaryen, Viserys' grandsire. Niclas was a couple of years older than him and had treated him like a younger brother to guide and help him, as Viserys and Daemon had lost both their parents early. Even so far that Viserys had made him his hand when he ascended the iron throne and ever since that day nothing had changed about his trust in his friend.

Four days the King stayed in his rooms to mourn for Niclas Tully while Rhaenyra and you tried your very best to be there for your father and on the fifth day a council meeting was held.

All of the lords of the small council gathered around the King and as Commander of the City Watch Daemon attended as well.

"My lords. Sit." They took their seats around the table and Viserys cleared his throat.

"This great tragedy has left us all shaken and in disbelief… and yet the crown must look to the future." The lords glared down at their hands and everyone looked affected.

"I have to choose a new loyal hand to advice and stand at my side faithfully and by all hopes someone who will prove himself as wise as the late Lord Niclas Tully. The gods bless him."

Some lords exchanged looks and Daemon raised his chin slightly. He leaned back in his chair and watched Viserys thoughtful. Of course it had crossed his mind. He would be a saint, a godly person with no sinful thought inside his head not to have thought about the new hand when it had been announced that Niclas Tully had passed. And as Daemon was far away from being a saint, he had wondered if perhaps his brother would make him his hand at last. His words in the gardens a moon ago at least might have hinted at it.

"It is a honourable position and I call myself lucky to have a trustworthy council of wise and loyal men." It was so silent in the room that one could have heard a pin drop.

"I have decided to name the Lord Ellion of House Banefort as my hand. You have proven yourself loyal and I know that I can trust your judgement. You have adviced me during the wars by the Saltcliffe and even while being pressured from the outside you have stayed by my side and did what you believed to be best for the crown."

Lord Ellion rose from his chair and bowed his head.

"Your Grace. This is an honour. I thank you and swear to protect and advice you to my best knowledge and understanding."

"I know that you will, Ellion.", Viserys smiled.

Meanwhile Daemon clenched his fists and looked at the table. A smile, that had nothing warm or gentle in it played around his lips and his eyes spit fire. And yet the King's brother didn't say anything. He waited. Waited to hear all the congratulations from the other lords, inwardly laughed about them and how they acted as if they were happy for Ellion even though they had wished to be in this very position a few minutes ago. Daemon himself didn't say a word of congratulations but the king didn't notice it.

Then the meeting was over and his brother excused himself so the lords of the council one by one left the room until Daemon was the only person left. Daemon, the King's brother. The person that was supposed to be hand. In his mind at least. When Viserys had been crowned Protector of the realm Daemon obviously hadn't expected his brother to name him his hand. Back then Viserys hadn't trusted him.

Fear was probably a more fitting word. He had thought of his little brother as fire that destroyed everything that he touched and rather wanted him far away from King's Landing. And yet he had loved him, even Daemon couldn't disagree to that. He had loved and feared him at the same time so when Niclas Tully was named his hand Daemon hadn't been surprised.

But now, he was furious. Did Viserys even stand behind what he had said to him in the gardens? He had told him that he trusted his brother now, that he was happy about their relationship and now he had just had the perfect opportunity to show him that he actually meant it by making him hand. But no, instead he gave this position to Ellion, a fool of a warrior.

Daemon breathed heavily, shaken by rage, and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He felt a little pathetic to still sit here in the small council chamber but didn't feel like leaving the room. Deep inside, Daemon felt hurt but he would never admit it to himself. Once again Viserys abondened him, avoided and distrusted him. Why couldn't he really face him for once in his life? Daemon had nothing but supported and helped him the last months, what else did he want him to do until he would see that he was loyal to the crown? Daemon felt manipulated, weak, angry and humiliated. And Daemon was a person who was driven by his emotions and temper.

So he would get back at his brother for it. He had sworn to himself not to touch you again and yes, he had already broken that oath in the gardens of the red keep. But only minutes afterwards he had told himself again to let this be the last time and not discredit his brother one more time.

Now he didn't care anymore. He felt powerless after feeling rejected by Viserys and now he wanted to regain power. And who was more suitable for that than you? He wanted to have control over something and feel powerful. And he wanted to hurt Viserys so badly. He wanted him to suffer and make him feel like he was losing something as well. Like something was taken from him just like Viserys denied him power and a place at his side over and over again.

And he knew exactly how to satisfy his raging and restless mind. Not even by telling his brother about his doings with you, no, it was tempting to do it, just to see his face when he told Viserys, but he knew how you would react to it and even in his raging temper there was something left inside of him that was aware of your needs and well-being.

But still, the thought of bedding you while being aware who or better whose daughter it was he was sullying gave Daemon a strange satisfaction. Though Viserys wouldn't even know about it Daemon's breath calmed down when he thought about what power he had over his brother by being with you, Viserys' daughter. How he dishonoured him, weakened him.

Of course it would be a lie if he claimed that he had only bedded you for the first time to provoke Viserys or to feel powerful. Back then he definitely had wanted to discredit his brother as well (because even though their relationship had already been improved back then Daemon still had felt a deeply rooted anger and hurt which couldn't be so easily removed only because Viserys had listened to his advice for once. Only recently when Viserys had spoken to him in the gardens Daemon had actually wanted to treat his brother with honour and respect as well which was why he had sworn to himself not to touch you again) but he also hadn't been lying when he had said that he desired you.

Because it was true that after the stepstones he had felt the craving to feel a woman't touch and what man wouldn't have wanted to spend the night with someone like you? He had felt eager to claim you and also to toy with you, his innocent sweet niece. Daemon had always liked you and felt the need to care for you and had felt especially drawn to you when you started to become a woman at the age of 15. Way more than he had felt attracted to Rhaenyra.

And Daemon was the kind of person that acted out of temper and desire.

He hadn't cared about anything but his lust and satisfaction and only after or better during the act had realized how good it felt to feel power over his brother like that. That was when he had realized that he felt so pleased knowing that he was sullying his brother's daughter and being aware of what an incredibly dishonour it was to Viserys. Stealing something from his brother that was so dear to him after having felt humiliated and neglected all those years. Old feelings and long forgotten moments of experiencing indignity had come to the surface again and the following anger at his brother had been changed to satisfaction when thinking about what he had done by deflowering you.

And yet in the moment he had mainly acted out of want and greed for your maiden body rather than having a great and complex laid out plan. Because that simply wasn't Daemon's nature.

Daemon inhaled deeply and his fury was now overshadowed with complacency and excitement. He had the power to get back at Viserys. He knew that he had you entirely under his control and you were yearning for his attention. You were craving him and perhaps Daemon would continue to use your devotion to him not only to lay with someone he felt attracted to, satisfied his needs and obeyed him but also to feel like he was hurting and disgracing his brother, who he dispised so much right now.

Daemon's head was still heated when he returned to his chambers and he quickly opened the window to get some fresh air. Once he had done this, he sat down on a chair and exhaled loudly. It only crossed his upset mind now that perhaps you were not so keen to lay with Daemon at the moment. You had been harmed, kissed and touched against your will and obviously your uncle knew that something like that left scars. So he didn't know whether you wanted him or not, didn't know if you felt comfortable laying with a man at this moment. He didn't know that you were in your bed chambers right now, dreaming of his touch.

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After three days you couldn't live with this uncertainty and with your desire anymore and so you made a plan. You knew that there would be a small council meeting in the afternoon and you knew that Daemon would attend it.

So while he was away, you swiftly sneaked into his room while there were no guards in sight and sat on his bed. After a while you were terribly bored but you told yourself that it would be worth it and in a matter of minutes you'd have clarity. You waited and waited, looked around in your uncle's room, looked at the books next to his bed and then finally the door opened.

Daemon frowned when he saw you and quickly closed the door.

"Niece.", he said and walked towards you. He rested his hands on his hips and lifted his eyebrows. "What is this about?"

You smiled with glistening eyes and sitting on the bed looked up to him. Then, without answering him you dropped to your knees without breaking the eye contact.

"Vhaela.", he whispered and you could see his face tense.

"Please.", you just whispered and rested your hands on his thighs. "Please. Let me.", you begged him and if the situation had been any different you would've felt pathetic. Begging a man to bury his cock in your mouth…

Daemon took hold of your chin and made you look up to him.

"I thought after what happened you might not be so eager to...", he began but you shook your head.

"I want you, Daemon. I really do."

You saw his breath going faster and he smirked.

"Oh my sweet niece. Dropping on your knees in front of me. You should've known what it would do to me.", he said and you smiled widely.

Daemon's eyes were flashing and then he hastily opened his trousers to free his cock. He exhaled loudly while looking at you and palmed his cock. You wanted to wrap your hand around him but he denied you and pushed your hand away.

"Open.", he simply breathed and you did as he had told you. Daemon rubbed the tip of his cock over your lips and then slowly pushed into your mouth. Feeling you around him made him throw his head back and he quickly grabbed the back of your head.

"Oh fuck.", he moaned and took a fistful of your hair to control your movements. You tried your best to relax your throat and felt him going deeper with every thrust. His hand made you move in rythm with his hips and soon enough your nose was close to his pubic hair.

But this time you felt it was easier not to choke and not to let his cock trigger your gagging reflex. You stayed calm and enjoyed his heavy cock in your mouth. And the noises Daemon made… You loved hearing him like that and you knew you would always get on your knees for him to listen to this.

"Sweet owl.", he moaned and watched your pretty face while his cock entered your mouth over and over again. "Look at me. Come on."

You obeyed him and the two of you made eye contact.

"Yes.", Daemon moaned. "Sweet little girl, looking so fucking good on your knees for me."

You supported yourself by holding on to his thighs and gave him full control. You gave yourself entirely to him, let yourself fall because you trusted him. Let him thrust in your mouth the way he wanted to, let him move your head the way he wanted to. Yes, even though you knew that every person in your life, probably even Daemon himself would tell you not to, you trusted him. You wanted to submit to him, please him, obey him, give him control.

Why, you didn't know. You knew that Rhaenyra would never have these thoughts. She wouldn't let someone else take control over her and order her around because she wanted to be the one in control. She wanted to be independent and not blindly obey to someone. You simply didn't know why you were different to your sister in that way. Why did you have this need to please? Why did you want to be turned into a thoughtless mess and let Daemon take you the way he wanted. Why did you want to follow his orders and give yourself to him?

Maybe because it was easy? This whole situation wasn't easy at all but being on your knees for him? Getting fucked against the wall? That was easy. You felt like for a second someone else took the responsibility for your life and for this brief moment your mind and body could rest. Because Daemon was there to take care of you and for a moment you could just turn your mind off if you simply submitted to him. The only thing you had to do was obey him and then everything would turn out to be fine. Your mind was at ease and you liked giving away control. And gods, when he said that you were good for him. It made the butterflies in your belly fly and your cheeks turn red. You liked hearing him praise you. When he told you that you were pretty or that you were taking his orders so well. It made a firework explode inside of you.

You could feel that his movements in your mouth became sloppy and he was close to releasing. With every push he exhaled heavily and had his mouth slightly open while looking down to you.

"Fuck…", he breathed and you felt his grip in your hair possessively tighten. "My good little girl."

These were exactly the kinds of words you wanted to hear out of his mouth and they motivated you to please him even more. You twirled your tongue around his tip which was hard because of his fast pace but they were effective because Daemon moaned loudly.

"Seven hells.", he growled and then finally emptied himself in your throat. By now you really liked the salty taste of his seed and swallowed every drop with pleasure. Daemon buried his fingers inside your hair and breathed uncontrolled and loudly while still having his eyes on you, who by now looked at his torso while licking him clean. His heart was beating fastly and he tried to calm himself.

Sweat was covering his forehead and Daemon felt a mixture between satisfaction, peace and possessiveness over you. You were driving him mad with these big eyes and your pretty face. The way you looked on your knees… And he didn't even want to start with the rest of your body, your sweet cunt that tasted like just the right mixture of salty and sweet. Your little tits, your pearky, pink nipples. Your full and soft lips, these soft thighs and your sweet voice…

Daemon wanted to worship you and possess you at the same time. He wanted to own you, claim you, be the only person in your world and at the same time put you on a pedestal to pray to you. You were sweet, delicate, precious and he wanted to have you. All the time.

There were no thoughts of his brother inside his head right now. No trace of doubt or regret, no, how could he feel like this was wrong and he was betraying his brother when your mouth felt that good around his cock. He didn't care about Viserys at this moment. He enjoyed you too much. And the funny thing was that even if Daemon felt like he was betraying his brother, it would be exactly what he wanted.

This was exactly what he wanted. Claiming his brother's daughter behind his back and feeling like finally he had power over something; you and especially Viserys. He had you, his brother's youngest daughter on your knees for him, begging for him to insert himself in your mouth. Begging for his attention. It filled him with satisfaction and smugness to the brim.

Daemon decided that he would continue to take you to his room in the nights. And he knew that he wouldn't manage to live without this anyway. Without having you wrapped around his cock and your cunt on display for him. And so he had no intention on trying it. He still didn't know what would happen when his brother would one day betroth you to some lord but he didn't care about this right now neither. He just looked down to you with a wide smirk on his lips and felt you lick his cock clean.

Once you were done you pulled off him and smiled at him proudly. Some of his seed was sticking to the corner of your mouth, your eyes were glistening and your hair was messy from his hand inside it.

Daemon's smirk intensed. "Get up.", he whispered and so you did.

Daemon leaned down to kiss you on your lips and you wrapped your arms around his back. His hand laid on your waist and his fingers gently caressed your skin through your gown. For some reason you both felt so peaceful right now. You hadn't even released and yet you were relaxed and… satisfied. Neither of you even initiated another sexual activity because you just felt like it wouldn't fit the moment.

Daemon just held you close to his body and devoured your heated cheeks and neck with kisses on your skin until he pulled away after a few moments.

"Mhmmm.", he mumbled and his thumb ran over the area under your eye. You smiled at him and then Daemon took a step back from you to adjust his clothes. You watched him happily and after he was finished he pressed another kiss on your lips.

"I have to go now.", he whispered. "I'd like to be with you but I really have to go to Caraxes and fly to meet Cordell."

You frowned. "Who's that?", you asked.

"It's about… It's about sheep." You chuckled loudly and Daemon grinned as well.

"Yes, I know, very funny. Caraxes needs food and he now and then… takes what he wants. Cordell has complained about it many times and now your father sent me to apologise on behalf of the crown."

You smirked and caressed his cheek. "I understand."

"I'd take you with me, little owl.", Daemon whispered and toyed with a loose strand of your hair. "But his farm is no place for you."

You nodded. "It's fine. I'll just go to Rhaenyra or take a stroll through the gardens."

He kissed you on your forehead one last time and then walked out of the door.

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mika-no-sekai-blog · 8 months ago

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Word count: 2500+

Warnings: nightmares; mentions of wounds, blood, trauma; Tamlin kind of breaks down (let's be honest: he needed a breaking point. That male holds everything in for too long🫂, but...)

Part XXIII | Part XXV

Night after night you woke up with a scream, covered in cold sweat. Your mind played games with you, bringing out the worst of the moments of your life, pushing you to live through them over and over again, twisting them in the most horrific ways.

It left you so disoriented that at first, you didn't know where you were or that it was already over. The only comforting and grounding thing that brought you every time back, was his hand rubbing on your back and his voice whispering you soothing words.

Every night awakened by your nightmares Tamlin slipped into your room, under your blanket and gently held you until you calmed down and eventually fell asleep again. His closeness, that sturdy presence, always lulled you into the dreamless slumber. You felt safe with him. He was like an ageless, indestructible stone that even the worst of the nightmares couldn't penetrate through.

Little you knew that he himself couldn't sleep, haunted by his own nightmares. That he waited every night, afraid to close his eyes, and welcomed any opportunity that would give him a reason to be with you in the same room, same bed and to hold you close. Your petite body in his arms was all he needed to feel at ease and sleep soundly.

Mornings were the most embarrassing for you, but you would lie if you said that you didn't enjoy them the best. Waking up so close to his broad, strong and very bare chest, surrounded by his calming scent, made your heart pounding hard, blood rushing to your cheeks. You knew he was awake because his heart echoed yours, matching with its speed. He certainly knew you were awake as well, but it took some time until he released you pretending to be just waking up.

You didn't mention it nor the reason that brought him to your bed and he did so, too. Thankfully, you had time to only exchange a brief greeting before Lucien came with some food and called for you. He never said a word about you two coming down side by side, although all his thoughts were written all over his face accompanied by knowing grin. You couldn't and didn't even want to imagine what he thought that you two did at night in your room. It was already hard to look him straight in the eye.

Tamlin grew stronger every day, but it wasn't before he got back to his original shape that his powers slowly began to return. Lucien waited a few more days and then he declared that it was the time for him to return back to his friends and to his duties. You were sad that you had to bid him goodbye even thought he promised to check on you two every few days.

Except of your brother's everyday visit and Lucien's occasional stop by, your life returned to its former ordinariness. In the morning you woke up, made breakfast with Tamlin's assistance and went for a walk. As before, Tamlin carried a basket for you while you collected different herbs, mushrooms and berries in it or you two sat by the river fishing.

You noticed that Tamlin was avoiding turning into his beast form and when he decided to go on hunt, he did so on foot with bow and dagger. He once again became a quiet companion lost in his thoughts, his smile became rare, sad and never reached his eyes. You wondered what caused that, but you fell right back into your previous habit of not asking each other things, not until the other one decided to share it.

He seemed to be especially distressed when your brother appeared on your threshold. The two of them were avoiding each other, never speaking a single word, not even exchanged a simple greeting. You preferred to stay outside with your brother and sit under the trees while talking, but when it rained you had to stay inside. At such times Tamlin always retreated to your room and returned only after Rhys was gone.

Rhysand, ever loving and protective brother, never forgot to check on you.

"You look tired. Did you sleep well?"

His words snapped you from your thoughts about Tamlin. You couldn't help it, but you worried about him and wondered what he was doing all alone now.

It was beautiful sunny day and sweet scent of blooming flowers wafted through the air. You were seated under huge tree, your backs rested against its trunk.

You smiled as best as you could. "I slept well. I guess I'm just tired and need more rest."

His eyes narrowed on you. "Do you again have nightmares? You know you can talk with me about anything." Suddenly he straightened up with wide eyes and sharp inhale as if only now something occurred to him. Then he glared at your cottage.

"I hope that he doesn't touch you or I will-"

"Rhysand!" You blushed fiercely.

He threw up his hands dramatically. "What? I'm your brother. I have a right to worry. He is a male and lives alone with you in the forest."

"But it doesn't give you a right to-to poke your nose into my privacy."

Frowning he rolled his eyes and crossed arms on his chest.

"But did he try anything?" he tried it again after few moments of silence.

You gaped at him in disbelief. "No!"

"You would tell me if-"

You hid your face in your palms. "Mother spare me," you grunted under your breath.

Rhysand grumbled something, but at least he stopped snooping into things that had nothing to do with him.

That day you were glad when he finally handed you a basket with your favourite pastries and fruits and left.

His questions made you think about the strange tingling sensation you felt every time Tamlin was too close or touched you. You still weren't ready to recognise your feelings and face them. With your newfound memories and everything that happened, it was too much for you at the moment, no need to say you were scared it would be just one-sided. Moreover Tamlin needed time to heal and you were afraid that your feelings, especially if they were unwanted, would only add to his already heavy burden.

With heart still pounding hard, you marched in and slammed the door shut behind you little bit too harshly. You left the basket on the table and angrily sat down in your armchair.

Tamlin poked head out from under the staircase where he was seated on his bed. His expression was tense but otherwise unreadable.

Carefully observing you he stood up and came closer. He got down on one knee next to you. Hesitantly, he reached for your hand. He sought out your touch after every Rhys' visit as if he needed a reassurance you were still here. It was so sweet, but at the same time the gesture was breaking your heart into pieces.

You squeezed his hand and tried to smile.

"Something happened?"

You shook your head. "Everything's alright. I'm just..a bit upset, I guess."

"Did he say something to you?"

"Not really. He was in a bit of a grouchy mood today."

He nodded, his eyes sliding to your lap. Ever since he turned back, he retained certain animal needs. Resting his head on your lap while being caressed, was one of them.

You breathed out deeply, already feeling better, and pulled him closer. Corners of his mouth turned upwards, emerald eyes shining bright. Making himself comfortable, Tamlin wrapped arms around you and closed his eyes. As soon as your hand touched golden strands of his hair, playing with them, his tense shoulders relaxed.

You stayed like this until both of you felt better.

The day slowly began to turn into night, the forest outside the window darkened. It was time to prepare a supper.

Without a word, Tamlin stood up together with you and helped you to wash the veggies and then mix ingredients in the pot.

You were cleaning and cutting veggies and gradually adding them to the pot. You were cutting carrot when a knife in your hand slipped and cut finger of your left hand. It wasn't a deep cut, but still some blood welled up and dropped on a cutting board. You'd never felt nauseous or had any problem when you saw blood, especially your own, but this time it was different.

You froze, watching another drop of blood sliding down your finger.

Drop

Screams of dying Fae echoed in your ears.

Drop

Stones painted crimson red, streams of blood running in between.

Drop

Your mother's last cry.

Drop

Your wings tossed into a dirt.

Drop drop drop

All your senses shut down at once, room went dark. You didn't know what happened afterwards.

Next thing you saw, was a canopy of green leaves disappearing in the darkness above your head, strong arms held you firmly.

"It's okay. You are safe here. Nobody's going to hurt you ever again. I won't allow it. Everything's fine now," a deep voice whispered soothingly into your ear.

Tamlin held you, rocking with you back and forth, repeating the reassuring words over and over again. One of his hands was gently combing through your hair, the other one was holding some fabric wrapped around your finger.

You blinked, trying to focus. "What happened? Why are we outside?"

His emerald eyes found yours, kind smile tried to beat over the pain, hide it.

"You cut your finger. It's nothing serious, I guess it's already healed."

You knew it was healed as well as you knew he sped up the process.

"But why are we outside?"

He looked away from you, his expression guarded. "You screamed and ran away."

You looked around, only now noticing the lack of the light. Your cottage was nowhere to be seen.

"I'm fast, but it took me some time to catch up with you."

"I'm so sorry," you tried to sit up, but he wouldn't let you. "I didn't mean to-"

"Don't apologise. I'm the one responsible for this. You suffer just because I was weak. I'm so sorry for this, Y/N. I wanted to apologise much sooner, but I didn't know where to start.."

"Tamlin," you whispered, reaching out your free hand to his face, but he shook his head dismissively.

"I'm responsible for everything bad that happened to you, yet you.. you showed me nothing but kindness.. you even saved me.. twice.. I don't deserve you.. any of this."

It was too dark even for your eyes, but you could swear you saw tears in his eyes before he closed them, turning away from you.

"Tamlin.. how can you say something like that. You saved my life. If it wasn't for you I would die that day. I'm alive just thanks to you."

He shook his head again. "You don't know everything.. You should really hate me.."

"No, I couldn't possibly."

He suddenly turned back to you, his hard gaze piercing you. You could feel tips of his claws poking your flesh. He heaved with effort to control himself, his anger. His arms slightly trembled. "But you should. If I wasn't such a weakling I could have stood up to my father and returned for you that night. But I didn't."

Shaking your head you opened your mouth to speak, but he wouldn't let you.

"When they returned I knew instantly they're up to something. I could feel unfamiliar scent on my father, saw him coming out from dungeon after hours being there. I overheard them talking about getting back with this, letting Night Court's High Lord suffer. I knew they had somebody down there, somebody important, but I didn't have guts to go there, not until I became High Lord. I found proof of you being there for who knows how long. Blood, bandages, medicines. If I wanted to I could have followed your smell, I could have found you centuries earlier. Yet I decided to do nothing. Nothing!"

He spatted each word out with such a self hate that your head was spinning. A single tear rolled down your cheek. You were at loss for words. He watched you with those cold eyes, waiting for your sentence.

However all you could say was, "Did you know it was me?"

His jaw clenched, claws fully sliding out. "No," he said, his voice hard. "I only found out when Rhysand appeared here on Solstice claiming you are his sister."

You swallowed hard while trying to sort your thoughts.

"But nevertheless, your pain, your fear, everything. I caused it. I." He beat his chest desperately, claws cutting through his shirt and skin. He ignored it all, eyes on you, pleading. When you didn't say anything, he pleaded more. "Say something. Tell me how much you hate me. Shout at me. Send me away. Command me to leave and never return back. Tell me you want me pay for that. Tell me you want to see me dead. Anything. Just say something already."

His voice finally broke with a sob. At this point both of you were crying.

You caressed his cheek. "I can't.. I don't feel any of those things.. I can't hate you because I-.."

"You what, Y/N," he sobbed, heaving heavily. His eyes dimly shone in the darkness.

Your palms started to sweat. You weren't ready for this, but you couldn't back off now. Tamlin was waiting for your answer as if his life depended on it.

"Because you what..?"

You swallowed, mouth suddenly as dry as sand of Summer Court. Your heart hammered in your chest.

"Because I," you stuttered. "I like you." Your voice was hardly more than rustle of leaves in the distance, but he heard it, anyway.

Tamlin whined like a wounded animal and squeezing shirt on his chest, he bent over, hiding his face in skirt folds on your lap. His shoulders were shaking uncontrollably.

You were shocked, unsure what to do. Your heart hurt, shattered with rejection. Because this was rejection, wasn't it. You wanted to cry hard, scream even, but you couldn't. Not here, not in front of him.

His claws slowly slid back in. With still hidden face he reached around your waist, pulling you closer and closer until you hardly could breathe.

"Thanks Mother," he breathed out into your legs. "I couldn't live if you said you hate me."

"What?" You weren't sure if you understood it correctly. Wasn't it rejection after all? Was he actually glad?

"I need you, Y/N. More than I need air," he said lowly, his voice muffled by your skirt. "Please.. don't leave me anymore."

"I won't," you whispered your promise, still not fully comprehending the sudden twist of the events. His mood twists were so confusing. One moment he was angry, full of self-hate, next one he pleaded for mercy.

All you had was a small bud of hope, warming up your insides. The tiny piece of hope that he and you.. that maybe one day there could be something, that maybe.. maybe your feelings wouldn't be completely unrequited.

Little you knew that those three simple words and your promise started a chain of great changes that could eventually lead to your own version of happily ever after.

Note: I'm not sure about this ending and honestly the more I reread it, the more I hate it. However, when I try to rewrite it, it ends up being even worse.. Seriously I thought about not posting this until I sort it out somehow, but weeks later I'm still at loss here. It's frustrating 😭

Also I didn't plan for Tamlin to break down. It was supposed to be a calm conversation, clearing things etc., but he decided he wants to shout and have some self-loathing moment here. I told him it was a bad idea. If only he would listened to me, it would be easier😮‍💨

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xerith-42 · 6 months ago

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Techno and Wilbur not being brothers is so important to me you have no idea

Because them being Tommy's older brothers doesn't actually ever overlap. Wilbur acts as Tommy's brother through most of the stuff with L'Manburg, for better and usually for worse. Then once he's gone and Tommy's lost everyone he finds a new older brother in Techno.

Techno and Wilbur aren't brothers though. When they interacted they were friends at best, and tense at worst. Even if their goals do eventually line up, Wilbur still stabs Techno in the back. He promised destruction for Manberg, before setting up Tommy as a potential leader. He said he was down with anarchy but failed to properly condemn the very governments Technoblade's anarchy-based morality is centered around.

He realized that governments were the cause of all of his problems, but failed to see the bigger picture in regards to how L'Manburg had hurt everyone on the server. One of Wilbur's consistent problems is a failure to see how his actions effect those around him, or to act with a blatant disregard for consequences. And at the point that Technoblade came into his life, there wasn't really much hope for them to ever be the family they could've been.

Wilbur never cared about Techno as a person. He just saw him as

The Blade

An Anarchist

The Revolution

Wilbur knew that without Technoblade he didn't have a revolution and yet he was still willing to disregard Techno's fundamental ideals because he was too narrow minded to see anything else. Too focused on how L'Manburg hurt him, his L'Manburg, and the damage it caused his life. He barely thought of how Techno would feel in regards to his decision.

Techno's just another person Wilbur managed to burn before his death. He wasn't the last.

And when Tommy shows up in the floorboards of Techno's house a month later, after L'Manberg has exiled him and Techno has nearly lost everything to tyranny, and he has a hope that maybe this time things will be better. Tommy's young, still learning, and he's been through a lot at the hands of corrupt men wielding power.

Maybe this time Techno can have someone agree with his ideals and actually stick to it.

He humors Tommy, shelters him, but treats him as he'd treat anybody. Tommy's a nuisance, and Techno might yell at him for taking his stuff for the third time this week, but he'll never kick Tommy out. Not after he's been abandoned to this extent. Not after Tommy has suffered the hand he was nearly dealt at his botched execution.

Techno almost lost everything. Tommy did lose everything.

Techno becomes an older brother figure to a scared and grieving and traumatized Tommy, a wounded child grasping onto the last straws of normalcy he has as he watches everything he's ever known slip through his finger tips. Techno is willing to take Wilbur's place, to act as a role model to Tommy during hard times. To stay strong and teach him important values to carry through future hardships in life. Techno wants so badly for Tommy to be a proper younger brother to him.

And then he makes the same mistake his brother made.

Tommy disregards Techno.

In his desperate attempt to hold onto those strands of normalcy Tommy reaches for something he's always known in favor of the potential chaos of Techno. Tommy is trying to stick to what he knows, what he used to have, to Tubbo, to his discs, to anything that reminds him of all he's lost so he can feel like he has it back. He fails to see that Techno could have been a source of that familiarity, that Techno was trying to be the island of stability while he was crashing in the waves.

Instead Tommy takes Tubbo's outstretched hand and climbs into the lifeboat they've always been floating in together, not realizing that in doing so he has awakened a great storm that will leave him with less than he had before.

In the immediate comfort of familiarity Tommy fails to realize the consequences of his own actions, and proves that in spite of all the posturing he's done about changing, about growing, about being a bigger and better man, he's a frightened child with the worst habits of his family.

When Tommy stabs Techno in the back, he reopens an old wound

After all, those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it

#Hahaaaa I've got the DSMP on the brain lets goooooo #I love talking about this sibling tragedy it's one of my favorites #truly one of the sibling tragedies of all time #oh fuck i don't know how to tag in this fandom #okay I can do this #dsmp #ctommy #cwilbur #ctechno #bedrock bros #dream smp #is there a silly nickname for wilbur and tommy I'm forgetting?#crime boys #knew they had to have one #dsmpblr #well i can't think of anything else to tag

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martialartslover7 · 3 months ago

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Anko awakens her Snake Sage Mode

Ever since Sasuke's departure from the village, one year had long since passed. And the former Anbu member, Anko Mitarashi, has ventured into the mountains to reach the feared and infamous Ryūchi Caves. Completely on her own, needing to complete her training, as she planned on unlocking the Snake Sage mode. On her own volition.

This decision came with many contributing factors.

For one, she blamed herself for Sasuke leaving in the first place, because she knew how her former teacher, Orochimaru, ticked. She knew him, almost TOO well. The warning signs were all over, especially after Itachi's return into his younger brother's life, and now, she bore the guilt of feeling as if she didn't do enough to help. Made even worse by how attached she has grown to the young Uchiha, especially during his rehab after the first rounds of the Chunin exams, while training with him, with Kakashi playing a big, supporting role, while she did her best to keep the Curse Mark in-check, even with the applied seal. Making her feel like she hadn't just lost another loved one, but a part of her soul with him, too. The irony of that last phrase still left her stunned, given how she and Sasuke had shared the exact same Curse Mark. It feels poetic, in a morbid way.

For another, she made a promise to Kakashi. A blood-driven vow, to be exact.

Having worked in the ranks of the Anbu for years, much like him, she is more than aware, of the pure, unfiltered misery of those, that had joined this organization, in hopes of embracing said misery to use it for the greater good... ...or at least, that's what they all told themselves.

In the end, she and the Hatake are one of the same breed: Tormented souls, haunted by the judgmental voices of those, who had wronged them, for things they had no control over.

Essentially, much like Kakashi, at one point, she had also taken a look, at least once, deep into the abyss, and worst of all, being more than aware, of him having not only lost his father to slander and public scrutiny, but also his best friend, the love of his life, and his sensei. And as such, Anko made him a promise, one that shall last for a lifetime:

...She will never leave his side. She will defeat Death himself.

And the only way to keep her end of the bargain, is to attain the Snake Sage mode. Which is exactly why she just arrived at the Ryūchi Caves, to prove herself worthy of such immense power.

Thick fog enveloped her, as she entered the tunnel, her eyes closed, feeling more than ready to outplay Death himself, by "following in her teacher's footsteps", except...

...she is not going to fail.

She thought to herself:

"This is it... If I succeed at the trials given to me, and survive the bite from the Snake Sage, then I should be golden... Heh, I can't fail now, can I? After all..."

She began caressing the Curse Mark on her neck, smirking to herself, by thinking:

"...just this once, my former teacher shall prove himself useful for SOMETHING. His DNA may give me the edge I need, to bust out of this joint with flying colors."

The first trial came up. And normally, Anko would be cracking jokes to ease the tension, but just this once, she couldn't afford to. This will become the ultimate test of all her abilities. And she knew these tasks will be relentless.

She could hear the White Snake Sage talking to her through the fog...

"Are you an intruder...? Or shall you prove yourself worthy of the trials, lying right ahead? One shall test your mind and body, one shall test your mental fortitude, and the last... shall be a test of faith... ...are you up for the challenge?"

This challenge caused the serpent lady to smirk, as she was more than ready. She knew this wasn't going to be a walk through the park, but, she came into this, knowing full well, she may never make it out alive. But the thought of mastering what his own teacher couldn't even accomplish, and returning home, being finally capable of maintaining that promise given to the one man she cherished so deeply...

...it gave her a level of courage she had deemed impossible. In fact, it would seem, Naruto's attitude was starting to rub off on her too, as she cracks her neck, and allows her trenchcoat to fly right behind her, telling the sage:

"...I have never felt readier. I know someone came before me, but unlike that waste of space, I shall ace these trials! Bring it on, ya old hag!"

"Very well. You have been warned..."

And though the fog made it difficult to make out, Anko could definitely sense the chakra signature of one giant serpent approaching. She knew of it, because this was the same snake that Orochimaru once summoned to fight the other Sannin...

...Manda.

The ill-tempered, purple-black serpent approached Anko, sensing his summoning master's chakra signature inside her body, through the Curse Mark.

Needless to say, this battle ended up demanding way more of Anko than she initially bargained for. Manda repeatedly managed to land destructive hits on her with his sturdy form, but thanks to a blood injection that she got provided with by Tsunade, she could heal up immediately, with enough time to spare and put this giant reptile in its place. But it took quite a while, and time and time again, she ended up struggling to gain the upper hand...

...until she grabbed Kakashi's katana, which she had borrowed for this mission, needing something to defend herself. And though he hasn't used this blade in forever, it still did its job quite reliably. It hasn't gotten dull yet. As they fought for what felt like days to her, in the end, by a hair, she managed to land fatal cuts on the snake, forcing it to retreat.

"I am impressed...! You shall have this victory, but rest assured... it won't become any easier from here on... until we meet again...!"

Said Manda, as he retreated back into the tunnels, leaving a badly injured Anko behind, who was covered in bruises all over, her shin protectors being badly damaged and scratched, and her having needed her trenchcoat to create a diversion, leaving her in only her fishnet shirt.

But she was alive. That was one trial down, and two more to go...

As she ventured deeper into the caves, a Genjutsu was being cast by the fog, as she heard all the voices of those she had failed in her lifetime, ranging from Hiruzen, Kakashi, Rin, Sasuke, Naruto, Kurenai and one voice came forth the loudest...

...Orochimaru. Who would taunt her by speaking to her through the fog, his silhouette following her with every step:

"Anko... My poor, dear Anko... You really shouldn't have betrayed me. You were meant for greatness... And now, look at you. You're a shinobi, without purpose. Without goals. Or ambitions. You are living an existence that is not even worth calling a "life". Drinking yourself to sleep, every night, just to silence mine, and the voices of all those kids you had witnessed becoming mutated weapons for my cause... What a shame. You could have become my best asset. I could have given you more power, and now, you are being outdone by an Uchiha... How does that feel to you? Having outlived your uses?"

But Anko's mind was still very much sound. She wasn't ready to give up just yet. In spite of her glaring injuries, and her gradually depleting stamina, she couldn't stop. She had to put an end to her training. This goal was way too tempting for her to reach, nothing else mattered. A special type of feeling, indeed. And as such, her only response to these taunts were:

"Oh, put a sock in it, Orochimaru... You know what sets us apart? ...I didn't sell my soul to the devil, unlike you. You gave up your humanity, knowing full well, that "life means nothing". Then allow me to do the honors for you... I shall become the antithesis to your nonsensical "ideology"... That, for all I care, shall leave an everlasting reminder on your personally carved tombstone, carved by yours truly, that: Abandon your morals, and everything you hold dear, you lose, before the fight even starts. I freed myself... and when the time comes, I will gladly be there, when it means bringing Sasuke back home, where he belongs. And if not that, at least... I will ace this test, unlike you... How about that...?!"

She kept on walking, fearlessly. Bruised, but not beaten.

The next trial tested her intellect. She stopped in front of a stone gate, with diamond shards lying on the ground in front of her. With the gate itself being locked up with a bunch of holes that needed to be filled with the diamond pieces, close to her feet.

Needless to say, despite being more airheaded than most, she was far from braindead, and surprisingly, she aced this test with relative ease compared to most, who came before her. ...Even at the special hurdle, where she realized, she needed to break a few diamonds in half to make the final symbol come together, in pieces. But that ended up proving to be a piece of cake for her.

And then...

...the final test, is standing right before her. She went up the massive stairs in front of her, gulping along the way, sensing a terrifying, oppressive presence, directly ahead. And once she realized who was waiting for her at the top, being met with the appearance of an old, yet giant white serpent, she could not lie...

...this presence truly made her shiver in her boots. She said it:

"This must be the White Snake Sage... I have actually done it..."

But this wasn't the time to be taking a break. The final test shall be the most demanding of them all. And it became clear, once the snake slithered closer, in a very bone-chilling, almost creepy way, speaking to her directly, piercing through her subconscious:

"Well done. I am surprised you made it this far. But unfortunately for you, your trial isn't over just yet. The final hurdle for you to overcome, in order to reach new heights, a new plane of existence... is me."

Anko made it more than clear, she was ready. She came this far, she won't be faltering now. And the saying goes, "never underestimate someone, who has nothing left to lose". That saying always rang true for her and Kakashi, she is doing all this for him.

"I am still in this...! Bring it, I am ready for whatever you got in mind...! Not like anything else is waiting for me back home, this was my best...!"

"Then, let's begin..."

Her giant snake head leaned towards the Anbu member, driving one of its teeth into her body...

...and the very moment that happened, Anko felt herself going insane. The venom potency in that one tooth was so immense, she felt her body getting crushed half to death, like she was in the middle of a balancing act, on a tightrope, while carrying a mountain on her back. Everything was getting downright chaotic now, she lost all sense of time, or spatial awareness, she saw her own body melting, and all of the absolute worst sensations a human body can experience... She felt it all. In just one brief moment, and it felt like forever in its duration. She burned, she froze, she drowned, all those painful ways a person could possibly die, it all came at once...

...her agonizing shrieks filled the tunnels, and in the real world, the white snake was almost ready to consume her completely...

...but then, just when Anko was about to allow the madness to consume her...

...the seal over her Curse Mark busts apart, as this condensed nature chakra began engulfing her, giving her a whole new surge in strength and resilience, she needed to rely on Orochimaru, just this once, no matter how ill it made her feel to her stomach, using this power...

...But she had to, as, in her mind, all she could see were the memories she had made with Rin, Kurenai, Hiruzen, Sasuke, Naruto and most of all...

...Kakashi.

All those people were her lifeline, the true remainder of her body, mind, soul and... her heart.

She realized, she didn't want to survive.

She wanted to LIVE.

She wants to continue living, for all of them. They are the reason why she is still here.

With tears forming in her eyes, as she allowed the Curse Mark to spread its markings all over her body, she remembered what she had once told Kakashi, not too long after Sasuke left the village:

FLASHBACK

(Image done by wintermaiden11 from DeviantArt)

They were at the riverside in Konoha, as Anko stared into the waters, from the sand back. With Kakashi right next to her, as she tells him, full of sorrow, knowing that Sasuke's departure affected him more than anyone else, and as such, she makes a vow, in that moment:

Anko: "Kakashi... Even with your mask one, I can tell how badly Sasuke's departure is messing with your mind. Don't even start denying it. I am telling you something, I am done. With all of this..."

Kakashi: "What do you mean...?"

Anko stuffs her hands into her trench coats' pockets, looking pretty resigned and exhausted.

Anko: "I am done... living in fear of my own life... Orochimaru is going to destroy Sasuke's life even further, and even if we find him, what good will it do? His ambitions and personal priorities won't change. I am not saying you should give up searching for him, but all I am saying is: Sasuke didn't leave, because he hated you all. On the contrary, he left, because he loved you all. And I bet, after you told him how much you lost yourself, I think it might have driven him even further to become stronger. Even if it meant approaching the wrong people for that. Remember, you're not the only one who knows an Uchiha, I know how they tick..."

Kakashi: "...!"

Anko: "So, no... Waiting for Sasuke is not optimal anymore. For the absolute worst case scenario, we have to prepare ourselves. Whatever my former teacher has in-store for him, it can't be good, and we cannot get a proper read on him, so I say... Let's have some faith in Sasuke that he will make it out of there, relatively unscathed. I believe in him. He is stronger than most people give him credit for."

Then, Kakashi noticed a tear running down Anko's cheek, from the right, and he felt his heart sinking, knowing she is just acting tough like usual, when deep down, she wants to scream in agony over this loss. She truly loved Sasuke, like a little brother that she always wanted to have. And bearing the knowledge, he is now training under the same man to have ruined hers and countless other lives... It truly messed her up.

Kakashi: "Anko..."

His only visible eye closed, as he truly felt her pain, in that moment. He knew how attached Anko had grown to the Uchiha kid, despite their Anbu lifestyle having clearly prohibited this type of personal connection. He jokingly teases her by going:

Kakashi: "Heh... I never would have thought, the day would arrive, when you actually began caring about something way bigger than just dango... ...well, I'll be damned, even I am quite shocked at myself... For years, I had spent burying those feelings deep inside the treasury, but those damned brats left me second-guessing... ...Why does being human have to be so painful...?"

Anko: "I am right with you on that... And that's why..."

She tenderly caresses his right arm with her left hand, which slipped out of her pocket, before allowing to slowly travel down to his right hand...

...as their fingers intertwined, in mutual acknowledgment of their shared grievances with the family they had managed to garner, even with their past still haunting them. And firmly states to Kakashi, with the tears still running down her face:

Anko: "...I shall become that one person, whom you will never have to fear losing in battle, ever again... ...Kakashi."

The Copy Ninja didn't say anything... His silence was more than clear to her: This promise may have reached him.

FLASHBACK ENDS

Feeling a surge of power and confidence overwriting her consciousness, she breaks free of the poison, and just lets the Curse Mark absorb all this power for her, creating a "tunnel" for her body to slowly draw in the essence of the White Snake Sage. Since the mark provided her with the same DNA layer as that of her former sensei, it should be more than enough to make the absorption process a lot more tolerable. And before getting swallowed whole, she uses her strength to lift up her mouth, using the Curse Mark as a stamina booster, and rolling out of her, as she felt the temporary power surge returning to the mark on her neck...

...but the fact of the matter is: She survived the worst of the trials. And deep inside, she got a very warm, tingly feeling. Meaning, the transfusion proved successful.

The White Snake Sage then turned from her snake form, into that of an elderly human lady, smiling at the young woman, who was still kneeling in front of her, stating:

"Impressive... You actually succeeded in all of the given trials, my child. You gazed down into the abyss, and survived. My deepest of respects to you. From now on, you shall bear my power... And I will see to it, that you are going to tame it for your own. What do you have to say to that...?"

Her chest heaving, with her breathing long and heavy, her eyes ended up remaining obscured by her sweat-soaked bangs, but despite this miserable experience, her lips curled into a smirk. As she states:

"I say... That's good... Why, very good, actually... Do you wanna know why...?"

And once she lifted her head, we could clearly see a purple eyeshadow...

...and once she opened her eyes, her irises having gone from brown to golden, only deepening her own smirk, feeling truly accomplished now.

"...I am a proud, sore loser. Thanks for the gift... "grandma".”

Welp, pardon me for being late, but...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANKO!

This one is for you. And at long last, I finally got the time to be writing something epic for her. And here you go, when she goes Snake Sage mode, this is how she looks like. This is my gift to her. A well-deserved power boost.

Also, while writing this story, I was listening to this. It just fit the occasion, and the situation Anko was in. As she fought, not to survive, to keep on living for both the dead, and the living.

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chihoshisai · 10 months ago

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Nothing Twisted

Sukuna x Reader

warnings : masochist reader implied, choking, power imbalance // wc : 1,057

“What do you want from me?” Sukuna inquired, his voice devoid of emotions yet not without a hint of arrogance.

You gulped, having always found Sukuna both menacing and enticing — from the cold layer that glazed his eyes, the markings that adorned his rugged body and the manner in which he regarded people as even lower than insects. To think that such a being could exist alongside your insignificant self fascinated you.

Eyes inches away from the ground as you kneeled per his earlier command, you fixated your gaze upon your hands, cold sweat dripping from every inch of your body like a waterfall. As you watched your bodily fluid drip from your nose to form a poodle upon the tiles of his mansion — in which he had allowed you to work as a servant — the thought that he might sever your head for the simple act of soiling his floor increased the fearful reaction of your body.

Until today, tirelessly working your limbs, you relinquished in every opportunity granted to admire him from afar like a shy maiden — too afraid to speak or interact with the object of your infatuation as it would be deemed improper. And because your head would roll if the tiniest sound ever escaped your lips unprompted.

You were not to speak unless spoken to.

With that in mind, you pondered over your answer — what would be appropriate for the most horrifying curse user of the Heian Era to allow you to keep the measly life you had been granted thus far ? Countless times you had imagined what a conversation with such a being would be, and many times did you perceive it unfolding under the deluded impression that there was even an ounce of kindness in the man.

But reality was cruel, and so was Sukuna. Your heart had gotten ahead of itself, being blinded by his undeniable beauty. Now that you pitifully were about to kiss the ground, your fight or flight system manifested how foolish those feelings had been, frivolous even, almost bringing you to tears. Despite all that, his voice sounded like honey to your ears, enticing, inviting, leaving you wondering whether something had awakened in you due to the fear or if your mind had already lost it.

Enough dwelling, your thoughts screamed throughout your body, accelerating your heart and further increasing your erratic breathing. Remaining silent for too long would also spell your doom.

“I want nothing,” you answered with a clear voice, lips shaking as you distracted yourself by the sight of your soiled fingernails.

“Do you think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been secretly looking at me?” He insisted.

Clenching your teeth in embarrassment after hearing that you’ve been found out, you lowered your head furthermore. “I want nothing,” you repeated.

“How boring,” Sukuna said, his tone unchanging.

It was enough to convince yourself that you were safe, from death, from him — though temporarily — from danger as a whole. But, as you had been facing the ground all this time, you hadn’t taken notice of his change of movement, how without a sound, he got closer to you almost like snow falling on the ground. Until the moment his lean fingers nestled on your cheek, making their way to your chin and raising it up so you could face him. The unforeseen contact, foreign to your skin and somewhat threatening froze you. His eyes, the color of blood, deprived of any emotions alongside his placid smile made you realize how far gone he was from being human.

The proximity didn’t stop your ridiculous heart from skipping a beat, and you felt thankful that your sweat filled face didn’t seem to visibly bother him.

“I’ll keep you alive because you do your job well,” Sukuna spoke arrogantly, his fingers slightly tilting your head up. His remark reduced the rate of your heartbeat, and your tensed up muscles relaxed feeling that the worst had passed. But the man was twisted — he grinned, somewhat ominously and your eyes widened in fear as though they had just beared witness to all the evil in the world.

“Humans feel more motivated when they are rewarded and praised for their work,” Sukuna began, his fingers sliding down your throat, “I’ll reward you so you can keep going a bit longer.”

The feeling of your breath being caught at your throat, almost unable to exit your parted lips surprisingly rejoiced your body. Even your heart accelerated in anticipation whilst your very being hung on Sukuna’s last word, awaiting for him to act.

There were many things that you had come to learn after serving under Sukuna, and one of them was to instinctively let your arms limp by your side — fighting the urge to grip him, to feel more of him — as there was no forgiving any attempt at touching this otherworldly being.

The sight Sukuna saw must have pleased him, since he brought your trapped neck close enough to land an aggressive kiss. Ruthlessly. That’s how he treated you, firming his grip on your neck and restraining your ability to breathe even more whilst biting your lips to the point the iron taste of blood filled your mouth. He devoured you.

Dizzy, but still maintaining control over your body, you fought desperately to refrain from trying to rip apart the fingers that obstructed your throat. The many daydreams you had throughout the past did include one too many kisses exchanged with Sukuna, but this was far beyond your imagination. Life was dwindling out of you, and with cloudy thoughts, it was impossible to tell whether you enjoyed it or not. Simply, you consoled yourself with the idea that at the very least, his touch would remain on your body for a while. A memento from a sadistic moment shared together.

Blood dripped from the corner of your mouth, mingled with saliva as Sukuna pulled back to allow air to flow in your lungs. Once again, the ground filled your vision, as your body dropped to the floor, coughing erratically.

“Now go back to work,” his commanding words echoed through your mind. Keeping your crouched position, you promptly exited the room without so much as uttering a single word, let alone tempt a glance in the direction of the man who would continue to be the source of your twisted infatuation.

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bunnybird-afk · 2 months ago

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Questions about your Magister (now with +5 more questions🤣):

1. So what's his connection to the Maulers/ Dusk Lord anyway?

2. Does he have a love interest?

3. Is he a Mauler..?

4. If so what abilities or powers does he have?

5. Also like I'm 89% sure it's cannon, but what's his connection to Dura?

6. Does he have a specific magic he uses?

7. Who are his parents?

8. Where did he come from?

9. What's his opinion on holding the title "Merlin"?

10. What's personality?

11. Is he rich...?

12. What's his worst fear?

13. Does he hate any in-game characters?

14. Does he have hobbies?

15. What type of people does he get along with?

Thank you so much for this ask! I am so excited to ramble on about Sena! I have been cooking up his lore for almost a month now but haven't been able to put it together coherently so this really helps!

Warning: Long Post

Some brief background:

Sena is a former 'god' of Esperia, though he technically hasn't held an official place in the pantheon since long before the Divine War, having asked for his name to be struck from the records for certain reasons. While he retained much of his original power at first, his divine core was shattered by Ygdris during the Immortal War, leading to Sena being absorbed into the leylines to rest and heal until the war was over. Afterwards, he awakens with no memories, helps Esperia with its troubles and then returns to the leylines when his life force is depleted. This cycle repeats itself a total of three times so far, with the most recent being the in-game canon.

1) Sena's connection to the Dusk Lord/the Maulers?

While most Esperian's might consider it blasphemous, the Age of the Gods wasn't nearly as prosperous or perfect as one might think. Being a fledgling god who didn't yet have his own title, Sena was often looked down upon by some of the less benevolent deities in Esperia's pantheon (most of whom have been long forgotten).

The Dusk Lord was one of the few gods who viewed Sena as what he was at the time, a child in need of guidance. Thus the Dusk Lord took him under his wing, taught him about Esperia and what it meant to be a god. Even taught him how to fight should the need arise.

Through the Dusk Lord, Sena met the Maulers. The first mortals that Sena ever encountered. The first people Sena ever met. The Dusk Lord taught Sena about his people and about their cultures, telling the godling that his wish was for his people to be strong. To be tenacious so that they could handle the harsh realities of the world even without his guidance.

While the Dusk Lord tried to teach Sena how to be a god, Sena immersed himself in the culture and community around him and instead learnt something far more important. How to be a person.

2) Sena's love interest(s)?

While Sena has had partners over the eons, there where very few instances he could point to that he'd consider love. The first of these instances was a mage by the name of Merlin, the first mage to ever exist in Esperia. Merlin was gentle and compassionate and selfless, and Sena found himself inexplicably drawn to them. They were perfect. But they were mortal... After they passed, Sena took up the title of 'Merlin' as a way to remember them and to continue their mission of protecting and helping Esperia.

During the Immortal War, Sena fought side-by-side with the Celestials, wanting to safeguard Esperia's people from the threat of the Hypogeans. During this time, Sena grew close to Dionel, and while the two may have shared a few tender moments and had occasionally found comfort in each other's arms, they soon realized that their feelings for each other were more platonic than romantic. To this day, Sena considers Dionel his closest friend, and it would seem as though the feeling is mutual.

After losing his memories the second time, Sena wakes up near Holistone and soon meets Hogan who was still a young recruit in the Lightbearer army. Having no memory of his own past and believing himself a mortal, Sena ends up working closely with Hogan and eventually feelings start to bloom between the two (despite a rocky start). Over the next decade or so, Sena and Hogan grow closer and closer, and though they make their affections for each other obvious, the word 'love' remains unspoken. Things between the two 'end' when Hogan gets called to duty, asked to serve the Lightbearer Empire in some scuffles that had broken out with the Maulers near the border to the Ashen Wastes. Hogan asks Sena to come with him, using the excuse that they could use the help of a mage like him. Sena asks Hogan to stay, knowing that he might not make it back alive. They both decline out of a sense of duty, though those feelings continue to linger. To the point where Sena returns to Holistone after the war to wait for Hogan having heard news of his return, though Sena is resting in the leylines again before they can be reunited. (Though, Sena has accidentally acquired an adopted son during his time back at Holistone, one that would soon go on to cause Hogan no shortage of trouble).

3) Is Sena a Mauler?

Not in the traditional sense. Sena's divine form was an almagamation of the different factions, though he doesn't inherently belong to any given one. During his time wandering Esperia, he tends to try to fit in with the people around him, hence him taking on more Mauler like characteristics when in the Ashen Wastes and more Wilder characterstics when in the Dark Forest. Though considering the Dusk Lords words and Sena's own feelings about the Ashen Wastes, in his heart Sena is more of a Mauler than he is any other faction.

4) Sena's Abilities/Powers?

While Sena has the standard Merlin abilities we see in game, he also has a few innate abilities that stuck around from when he was still a god. This includes Sena coming across as very amicable and persuasive, and on rare occasions being able to tap into his Divine Authority. Overall, Sena also exudes an air of comfort, making others around him feel at ease even in the toughest of times.

5) Sena's connection with Dura?

Like the Dusk Lord, Dura was on of the few gods who didn't completely disregard Sena's existence. Though while the Dusk Lord viewed Sena's naivety as something he needed time and help growing out of, Dura viewed it as a reason why Sena needed to be protected and nurtured. In a sense she was another one of Sena's mentors growing up. While the Dusk Lord taught him to be strong, resilient and tenacious, Dura had taught him to be gentle, caring and compassionate. And unlike most of the other gods, Dura seemed to genuinely love her people, wanting to protect them and nurture them, ensuring that they thrived and prospered. And at the end of the day, Sena wanted to help her fulfill that desire though it would be centuries until he could actually be of any assistance to her.

6) Sena's Magic?

Sena's magic is derived directly from the leylines themselves, allowing him to use magic in its purest form, though without his divinity this tends to take an immense toll on him should he overexert himself. Apart from that, Sena has a form of charmspeak that allows him to compell the truth from others, and often persuade them into doing certain things, though he often forgets this ability in his amnesia only to remember it later, though even then he uses it sparingly, not liking the feeling of influencing others free will.

7/8) Who are his Parents/Where did he come from?

Being a former god, Sena doesn't really have parents. Like most gods, he simply awoke one day in the Realm of the Gods, born of a concept that had become prominent enough to warrant having its own deity. Though unlike most gods, Sena had no clue what he was the god of at first, not feeling any real affinity for anything present in the Realm of the Gods.

So in that sense, Sena didn't really have parents. In fact he didn't really understand the concept until almost a millenium later, watching as Mauler father excitedly scooped his cub into a hug after their first steps. Sen had found it heartwarming though still unrelatable.

Though if Sena were to think about it now (once he has his memories back atleast), if anyone had been a father to him, it would have been the Dusk Lord. And well, Dura had always called him her child, even if she hadn't really meant it in the familial sense (though Sena found himself secretly hoping that she did).

9) Sena's opinion on being Merlin?

While the title had started as a way for him to honour somone he cared for, it's since then grown to represent so much more to him. To Sena, being Merlin means shouldering the responsibility for Esperia's well-being. Not just dealing with big threats, but also caring for the Esperian people on a personal level. It represents the wishes of all those who loved him, and now his own wishes too. Afterall, it's his responsibility as Esperia's last living god.

10) Sena's personality?

Growing up Sena had been well-meaning and quiet sharp, though it was usually hidden behind his jovial demeanor. Even back then, however, Sena had a touch of recklessness and anarchy to him that caused Dura no shortage of concern (and the Dusk Lord no shortage of amusement). And though he eventually matured and grew more calm and measured, his charming personality and slight spark of chaos never quiet left him. And whenever Sena loses his memory, his personality reverts to being somewhere in the middle of those two states of being.

11) Is Sena Rich?

Pretty much, though that's more thanks to Dolly than anything else. After becoming Sena's retainer, she took her duties very seriously, handling just about everything that Sena may need help with (excluding magecraft). That included handling Sena and the Mystical House's finances, as well as updating Sena on any news that may pique his interest. She's also the one responsible for helping Sena to adjust to life in Esperia whenever he returns from the leylines, including making sure he has the correct currency and is dressed for the times (thank you, Dolly, for keeping Sena fashionable).

12) Sena's worst fear?

Losing sight of what it means to be a person. Sena has never cared much for his divinity, but he would cling to every last shred of humanity he has in his soul.

13) Does Sena hate any characters?

Berial and Reinier. Sena hates Berial because of the joy he takes in making mortals suffer. He's needlessly cruel, even by Hypogean standards and seems to genuinely enjoy the harm he causes (unlike Phraesto who Sena finds oddly amicable).

He also strongly dislikes Reinier due to his obsession with perfection. While in itself not abhorrent, the lengths Reinier goes to to achieve his idea of 'perfection' is disturbing to Sena who's seen the way his actions have hurt people. And on a more personal note, the way Reinier desecrates the monuments of the old gods, bastardizing their image and deceiving their followers never fails to have pure rage bubbling up in Sena's chest. Blasphemy doesn't really bother him, but seeing this hypogean spit on the legacy of those he knew and loved just crosses a line for Sena.

14) Sena's Hobbies?

Being Merlin doesn't really give Sena a lot of free time, though when he does get it, he's using it to completely immerse himself in the local culture. Talking to people, helping out around whatever town they're in, eating local delicacies, sampling signature drinks, listening to music, and reading their books and poems. In hindsight, being Merlin probably is the best job for Sena considering that it gives him an excuse to travel.

15) What type of people does Sena get along with?

Sena tends to get along with just about anyone so long as they aren't cruel or closed-minded, though he does have his favourites. Usually those who have the same type of well-meaning chaos and recklessness that he does.

#afk journey #afk merlin #merlin oc #headcanons #magister sena #long post #merlinverse #merlin lore #lore dump #afk dionel #afk hogan #afk valen #afk berial #afk reinier #afk hogan x merlin #hogan x sena

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casual-praxis · 3 months ago

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Imagine a villainess isekai, but with a vidow twist

Got your attention? Great! So picture this, the plot of the Four Swords manga, but it's some dating sim-type game that's blown up in the modern world. In theory, you'd be playing as Zelda who managed to avoid capture and travel with the colors which are presumably still Link split into pieces.

Of course, you'd have your typical romance routes with each of them, on top of the neutral route which is more of a "power of friendship saves the day" type deal (as well as a "harem" ending that has them fuse back into Link by the end of it), all while dealing with Shadow as a recurring villain, our technical "villainess" in this scenario.

But here's the twist: Vio is the one who got isekai'd.

Instead of becoming the villain, he's become one of the four* love interests for the protagonist--although he's completely uninterested in her or any of the others. He'd actually only played through the game once in his previous life, and even then he didn't really remember if he managed to romance anyone, never mind finish the game.

He was pretty confused when he suddenly awakened his memories while standing in the Four Sword Sanctuary, having just successfully driven off Shadow for the first time with the others. And with that revelation came several thoughts in quick succession.

Namely, "Oh, that's why I never beat the game."

The villain, who had several moments of introspection and a fully fleshed-out character arc, hadn't been a romance option. Not even a dlc or secret route. Which in Vio's (totally not dramatic) opinion, made the game basically unplayable.

So of course he was going to have to fix that himself. Plot be damned, he was going to end up with Shadow or die trying.

Cue up the fourth-wall-breaking shenanigans and hilarity that ensues from someone not at all trying to blend in with the world around them. Vio quickly goes from being the "smart one" to the "unhinged one" as he mumbles to himself about event flags and route points.

He's got a whole notebook dedicated to the most nonsensical gibberish such as "how many times I've talked to x person" and "how long until chapter 4." When prompted about the tallies on the first page, Vio merely shrugs and says he's keeping track of their shadow. Whatever that means.

I like to think the forest scene would be pretty much reversed from the manga canon and instead have Vio be the pursuer. Like, he's just shaking Shadow by the shoulders and rambling. Something like, "I know everything about you and I will kill anyone you want me to. Please allow me to join you."

Shadow, of course, doesn't know whether to be flustered or freaked out, so he settles on the happy middle ground of "lowkey kinda into it."

Within the dating sim's original story, anyone Zelda was on the route for would be the one to meet with Shadow, and she would show up last minute to help fight him off (so no betrayal scene would ever occur). Meanwhile here, Vio takes the first chance he gets to bail on the narrative and begin his plans of total Shadow domination (take that as you will).

Vio ends up being more of a threat than Shadow, on account of his vague story knowledge and general lack of care towards anyone that isn't Shadow (if he's going to be put into a game's world, he's going to treat it as such). He's totally down for overthrowing the big bads, murdering anyone in his way, and ruling the ruined world at Shadow's side. But luckily, Shadow does still have his character development arc, and manages to negate the worst of the damage before it's unfixable.

Whether or not they switch sides or just keep doing what they're doing on a slightly less destructive scale is anyone's guess, I haven't thought that far ahead. This may or may not have been completely incomprehensible, Grammerly has lit the whole thing up in yellow (orange?).

Unrepentantly unhinged Vio is a good flavor. It pairs nicely with "somehow has the moral compass" Shadow. They're an odd pair, but as time goes on, it becomes pretty apparent that they're equally obsessed with each other. This can only end well.

#bonus: one or more of the colors are also isekai'd #they know vio is horribly off script they just also don't care #maybe busy with their own love quest #zelda has a secret route with either erune or malon #i like to think she's on that route for this #four swords #vio link #shadow link #vidow #au idea #rambling

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sucker-for-yanderes · 2 months ago

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Night Terrors

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Obito x f!Reader

Content: dubcon/noncon, rough sex (p in v), stalking, PTSD, death, mentions of blood and violence, classic yandere behavior, and angst with a happy ending :D

It happened again. You woke up in a cold sweat from your night terror once more. The same one every time. Your comrade and best friend dying in a tragic accident before your very eyes. Before ever achieving their goals of becoming hokage and showing you how great he was gonna become. It's been years since then, and yet you're never able to shake it off.

Post traumatic stress disorder is apparently the name for it. You developed some other health conditions under it; as cheesy as it is, broken heart syndrome and night terrors. And due to that, you were unable to continue as a shinobi of the leaf village. You made a living as a normal leaf village citizen, trying to keep it together. What more could you ask for? Oh, right...

You'd ask for it every day. You'd make that same wish. Pleading with whatever powerful entity was out there to bring him back to you. To bring Obito Uchiha back to you. Often, you visited the site of his grave. Your heart ached knowing his body wasn't even really there. Unable to recover his body, his name was simply engraved onto stone with a bunch of other ninjas who bravely died in the war. Although, you don't know if it was really brave if their deaths meant nothing.

After the great shinobi war, you'd become quite the pacifist. Your PTSD made it difficult for you every day. Plagued with panic attacks on the daily. Loud noises made you dizzy and almost drove you to the point of a heart attack once or more times. The sight of blood makes you faint. And you can barely even muster up the strength to smile anymore. And that wasn't even the worst of it.

Other than rude awakenings, it was avoiding ninjas who were once your comrades, once your friends. It all just made you want to crawl up and die. But you knew that's what he wouldn't have wanted for you. Out of everyone else back then, he was the only one who believed in you and made you feel like a person.

Oh no, is the day over already? The sun began to hide itself behind the mountains surrounding the Konoha village. The night sky's shade getting darker with every passing hour. And there you were, sitting on your knees in front of Obito's grave. You dreaded the night time. Because it meant the same night terror would come to you yet again. Sobs escaped you after holding it in all day.

Back then before everything started, you'd no idea how much that class clown from the ninja academy would affect your life. And little did you know, the eyes watching you from afar were about to change the trajectory of your life yet again.

It was time for bed. After doing your nightly routine, you climbed into your soft and cool sheets. Trying to make bed time not seem so scary, you did everything you could to help. Self care was of top priority. And even so, the torment in your head was all the more triumphant. With hopeful thinking and practicing positive imagery, advice from the therapist you see, you finally let yourself succumb to slumber.

To your surprise, the next day you woke up to the sound of chirping birds and the warm sunlight. The night terror had left you alone for a night. Perhaps treatment is working? Maybe you shouldn't discontinue your medication after all. After so long, finally. Progress. Relief washed over you as you began your morning routine full of content and hope. Tears in your eyes from exhaustion. You'd been so tired of the night terrors. Or rather, the night terror.

The same thing happens the next night, and the night after that. And then, the dreams hit. They're not night terrors. They are simply dreams. But funny enough, a masked man comes to visit you. Every dream you have, that same man is there. He was mysterious, charming, silent. He'd whisk you away in his arms and show you the beauty of what it means to be happy again.

What you didn't know, was that that same man you see in your dreams was seeing you in real life. And it turns out he's not so mysterious and unfamiliar at all. In fact, he knows you well. Very well. You were there on that fateful day, by his side. Not leaving until he'd forced you to, for your own good, of course.

As you turn over in your sleep, the masked man pulls off his mask. The moonlight softly illuminates his face, though half of his is scarred with ridges from that accident. Nonetheless, his handsome face peered down to gaze at you better. He was different. If you saw him now, he doesn't know if you'll be able to accept him. Especially after everything he's done. Too many thoughts consumed him.

Yet, the Uchiha's love perseveres, drowning out the loud sounds in his head. His red and purple eyes lock onto you as you sleep so soundly in the comfort of your own bed. His red eye took on a shape of the mangekyo sharingan. It only makes sense, as he is the one who's been manipulating your dreams for the past week now.

The Uchiha had been stalking watching over you for a while now. It hurt his heart to see how damaged you were. So badly did he want to take you far away from all of this and just live peacefully with you. However, he doesn't want you to resent him for (for lack of a better word) kidnapping you. There is no better word if that's literally what he's about to do lol. So for now, the least he could do was save you from your night terrors.

A new day arrived and again you were glowing. Another night went by with no night terror. You began to feel free. For the first time in so many years, the crushing weight on your soul began to lift. Today, you'd go a little out of your comfort zone when some old friends invited you to join them for some ramen. You had said yes, to everyone's surprise.

It was evening already and you were there meeting up with everyone from the old days. Kakashi, Guy, Kurenai, Iruka, and Asuma. "Wow, (Name), I was surprised you accepted our invitation for once, great to see you!" Guy's face lit up along with everyone else's as soon as they saw you. "Same here. It's rare anyone gets to see you these days. I'm glad you're finally deciding to open up more." Kurenai winked as she took her seat, notioning for you to sit beside her.

"Yeah, I'm really glad you're here." Kakashi looks over at you fondly with kindness in his eye, you were sure that he is smiling under that mask. You smiled shyly at him as he took his seat next to you. You can't help but feel a bit nervous sitting with some of the leaf village's top ninja.

After all, who were you? Just someone from the past. A has-been. You shake those negative thoughts away and try to look on the bright side, just like your therapist told you to. In fact, had you continued down the path of a ninja, there is no doubt that you would have become one of the best and brightest. After exchanging life updates, it didn't take long for more conversation to roll in.

Throughout the night, you'd noticed Kakashi's gazes at you which could've easily been mistaken for, what's the word? Longing? Yes, that's it. As the night went on, the wilder things got. That's when Kakashi would begin to be more handsy with you. Obviously, you'd noticed, but decided to brush it off as nothing in the end.

However, the Uchiha standing watch could not brush that off. No, Obito was not taking this lightly. Selfish as he were, he did feel somewhat guilty. What right would he have ruining a romantic relationship between you and Kakashi? A 'living' man? I mean, what exactly are Obito's intentions anyways? 'Come back into (Name)'s life as a dead man and traumatize her further?' Who was he anyways?

Despite the fact that he's a wanted man under this new guise, and would be found out immediately, he'd been living in the shadows for far too long to be able to step out into the light now. He could never be accepted. He's just someone from the past after all. A has-been.

Obito reflects on the life you could live without him. You'd eventually get over your night terrors completely, without his help. You'd visit his grave less often until you no longer do. You'd do more things to make yourself happy, maybe even get a position as a shinobi again after regaining your courage, which you could do without a doubt. Lastly, you could lead a happy life with Kakashi.

The thought broke Obito.

He thought to himself that he should be happy for you. But he couldn't bring himself to. Not even in a hypothetical scenario. The truth is, the Obito you knew might as well have died back then, but his love for you didn't. It never will. How could it? It ties him to you wherever you may go. He will follow you. He just can't bare the idea of him fading out of your life, of you forgetting him. That's when he really will just die.

That's why every time he sees Kakashi's hands on your shoulder or on your thighs, laughing with you, he can't seem to keep it together. It doesn't make it better that he can literally see from Kakashi's point of view as well as he has his sharingan implanted in his left eye. Kakashi was going to steal you away if he didn't do anything about it.

So that's why...

He's doing this.

You wake up in your dream. Around you there's what looks like empty space and earth. You search around the barren landscape until something in the distance catches your eye. That masked man from your previous dreams is walking up to you. You'd be happy to see him if there wasn't something off. For some reason, you have a feeling in your gut that tells you something isn't right. You try to move, but you can't. You're stuck standing there, there's nothing else you can do except watch him get closer and closer.

Before he can reach you, his body twists into his right eye. Your chest sinks at the unnatural movement. 'Oh no. The night terrors are back.' The thought gives you chills as you shut your eyes tight in an attempt to shield you. The setting changes when you open your eyes. Now in a dark place that seems familiar somehow, an earthy stench fills the air. And then it hits you. You know this scenario all too well.

There's Kakashi and Obito rushing to get you to safety while the enemy casts their ninjutsu. The loud rumbling signals you to look up at the falling debris as your comrades drag you along by your hands. Eventually, the scene fades to you sitting on the ground after having fallen. Kakashi is tugging on your hand, pleading with you to get up on your feet and flee. But he's met with resistance as another hand holds you in place. Both yours and Kakashi's eyes (well, his eye) trace back to the one holding you. Your eyes widen in terror as you see only half of Obito's body. The remainder of him is crushed by this huge boulder and other rocky debris. Despite the screaming and digging with all your might to get him out, you're unsuccessful. Kakashi stands behind you, unable to watch.

And then everything else all fades to black. It's just you and Obito as he's crushed. "I... couldn't save you." You sobbed as you weakly hold his hand, defeated. The silence is deafening. Your heart and soul relive the feeling of being shattered once more. "I..." Your eyes shoot towards Obito as he begins to mutter something. "Obito!" Tears well up in your eyes, spilling over. "I... don't.." You lean closer to hear what he has to say. "I don't want you to forget me." Dread consumes you. "How could I ever?!" You cry out. "Don't leave my side, (Name). Please, don't leave me." He continues. You're shocked to feel his lifeless hand grasp yours tightly.

And with that, your gut feeling once again warns you of an incoming danger. "Obito?" His grip tightens to the point of causing you pain. "Don't leave me." With his firm statement, the Uchiha looks up at you with his glowing red eye. The ground turns wet with blood as it rains down from the sky. You shriek in horror as more tears escape you. You hold onto your head trying to shelter yourself from the cold blood shower.

And then you jump awake in your familiar cold sweat. You're left dazed, confused, unable to process. You'd been doing so good, but that was the worst one yet. Honestly, you feel like you should've known it was too good to be true. You try to calm down, mind racing to a thousand different subjects to try and distract you. Standing up, you go to the kitchen to look for your medicine. Maybe if you take another dose, everything will be fixed. Before popping the pill in your mouth, something else steals your attention.

Your bedroom window swings open. You set down the pill on the counter top. You're on high alert now. You make your way over towards the open window to investigate, but your investigation is cut short when someone grabs you from behind, hand covering your mouth. 'This has gotta be another dream, please, please.' You think to yourself once more. Your unknown attacker tosses you gently onto your bed followed by climbing on top of you.

After a while of struggling, the moon reveals your assailant after the clouds continue on their path. You stop your struggling as your face twists in confusion when you realize it's the masked man from your dreams. "Who are you?" Are the only words that slip out of your mouth. Obito shivers hearing your voice up close after so long. Though, he says nothing. You wait for his response as he has you pinned down on your bed. The only thing you can see that would be considered making eye contact was the glowing red eye through the hole in his mask.

Lowering your guard as you feel a strange sense of calmness, you go to touch his hair. To your surprise, he allows you. The moment you make contact with him, there's a feeling in your gut you haven't felt in a long long time. "You seem... so familiar. Why?" Still no answer. The mystery man continues to gaze upon you. Your hands move to his mask. His hand holds onto yours hesitantly, as if he's debating on letting you remove his mask. Eventually, he gives.

Slowly, you remove his mask to reveal a very familiar face. On queue, the tears flow so heavily followed by sobs as you cover your mouth with your hand. Immediately, you hold him close, pulling his body on top of yours. You don't care that he's nearly crushing your smaller body. You'll never let him go ever again. Tightly you hold onto him as he embraces you all the same. It's all coming back to you now. The way he even smells. He's so different and yet, it's as if nothing's changed.

You hold him there crying into his shoulder for so long. You could hold him there until you died for all you cared. Obito lays beside you, holding you close while doing so. He'd cry too if he could. After all, he was Konoha's crybaby back then. "I don't know how, but you're alive. I know I'm not dreaming." You cry out softly as your fingers trace the details of his face. Obito can only give a weak smile. "Where did you go? Everyone missed you. I... I missed you. So much." You continue to sob uncontrollably once again. Obito can only shush you and hold onto you tightly. "I can't give you all the answers. But, I do know this." He began as he lifted your chin up to meet your teary eyes.

"I love you. I always have. I couldn't bare the thought of being completely out of your life." His words hit you in your gut, causing more tears to fall. With no hesitation,"I... love you..." You confessed between sobs and gasps. Obito smiles as he moves hair out of your face. "Will you let me into your life as I am now? I'm not the same as I once was before-" "You're still Obito. My Obito. Besides, I don't care about any of that. I never want to lose you ever again. Please don't come back into my life just to leave me again. I don't think I'll be able to survive that." You cry out, not caring about sugarcoating your words. You didn't care about anything else, not the small details, not the future. No. You only cared about the importance of this man in your life whose heart is still beating.

Your fragile heart and fragile soul and fragile mind were so desperate to have the love of your life back, you didn't care to question him further. Your prayers had been answered. That was enough for you.

After sobbing into his chest for hours, you listened to his heartbeat until you gradually fell asleep. It was as if his heartbeat sung a lullaby just for you to help you sleep better. That night, you didn't have a night terror. Nor did you for the following months.

Every day you cried happy tears. You weren't rotting in your bed anymore. The unkempt room turned bright and spotless. You'd come home to the man you love every day. It was a little too perfect.

You'd said you didn't care about anything else, only that Obito has returned back to you and is yours. But... the questions your mind formed would begin to get louder. 'What happened to him while he was gone? I for sure thought he died. Not to mention, his left eye has been returned, no, replaced. What's that all about?' 'Why can't he come outside with me?' 'Then again, he disappears sometimes and never tells me where he's going.' 'Why doesn't he reveal himself to Kakashi? They were like brothers.'

You honestly felt terrible for even having those thoughts. Obito had obviously been through something more traumatic in passing events after that accident. You considered it too early to pry. But also, what right did you have to ask him any of those questions? Your best hope might just rely on Obito opening up to you about it all eventually. After all, you trust Obito.

For now, you shook the thoughts away and focused on putting one foot in front of the other as you walked back to your apartment, both hands holding onto the grocery bags full of ingredients for tonight's dinner.

It wasn’t much longer till the Uchiha could no longer hold back and finally sink his fangs into you. Obito had to make you his now. He felt a sense of urgency, fearing you two could be torn apart from each other once more. He couldn't allow that, no. His longing for you was all piled up and had Obito feeling frustrated in all kinds of ways. Finally, that moment when you had bent over to pick up your plate, Obito grabbed you from behind as you were in the midst of cleaning up your finished plate.

Kissing on your neck passionately and softly, you giggled at the tickle as he set your plate back down on the table as if it were just in the way. Obito's arms then snaked around you holding you close to his taller figure. He was losing patience, acting as if he were on a mission.

Tossing you over his shoulder, you yelp in surprise. Obito made his way over to your bedroom where he threw you down carefully. With a happy expression, you look up at Obito, the man you love. You expect to see a nervous and flustered Obito, but instead you're met with an unfamiliar expression. As his big, muscular, scar ridden body climbed atop of you, he started to scare you. The situation had begun to settle in and you decided you'd wanted a time out.

Obito discards one item of clothing of yours at a time, and then his own. Pleading with him to stop, you’d think he was deaf. He brushes your hands to the side and stares you in your eyes as if to tell you that resistance is futile. He’d been playing it slow and safe for too long. He can barely hold it together as his eyes turn to hearts at the view of you beneath him. Face flushed and a sweet smile, Obito caresses your face and tells you how pretty you are.

Absolutely starved with a craving for you, he positions himself at your entrance as you plead with him one last time to stop. But there was a look in his eyes you didn’t recognize, pooling with a predatory heat that sent a surprisingly pleasant shiver up your spine. Obito tilted his head to the side as he pressed himself up against your soft, plump lips. Slightly parting to receive another greeting, again and again with more and more pressure for every meeting.

Obito pulled back to search your eyes, suddenly realizing his hand slipped towards your neck. But all that stared back at him were eyes full of trust. You were driving him over the edge. His member twitched painfully. He pushed his lips back into yours, more desperately than before. The arm kept around your waist also moved, also in favor of rising to head level. Obito gently cupped your cheek as he deepened the kiss, letting out a rugged groan when prying your mouth open.

The sudden boyish hunger caused you to lean your head back, but his tongue slipped inside your mouth and forced your tongue to tangle with his anyway. The tiny meager whimper you let slip out caused Obito to moan at the sound. You were making sounds only he’d hear. Knowing that made him all the more satisfied. “Obito please-” You were cut short when Obito’s lips, which were still pressed firmly against yours, bit at your lip as if to tell you to shush. You shut your eyes as you winced in surprise.

Obito was enjoying having you all to himself in all of your bashful and beautiful glory. You were going to be his first, and he was going to be yours. You’d be the only ones for each other for all eternity. His heart has always bled for you, but seeing you now made it beat in a different way. The anticipation was almost killing him, his patience grew thinner with every growing second.

Hands palming at your soft and plush skin as he heavily showered you with kisses all over, telling you how much he loves you in between them. Telling you how happy he is that you’re finally his. Was he… crying? Tears roll down his cheeks as his cock gradually hardens further as he rubs his exposed pink tip against your slimy entrance, not quite ready to receive him.

And yet, he would take you. Your face twists in agony as he selfishly forces himself inside your snug pussy despite your obvious struggling. The unfamiliar feeling has you speechless and breathless. He stops himself halfway inside to bask in the feeling with his head lowered, his body shivering with overwhelming pleasure. Whilst you were in overwhelming pain, the only thing you could do now was hold onto Obito for dear life, your arms wrapped around his neck.

Beads of hot tears welling up in your tightly shut eyes as your body scrambled to adjust to the foreign object inside of you. Your body convulsed in response to Obito’s size, both in his thickness and length. Without warning, he selfishly lowers himself, his cock seeps into you deeper and deeper. Causing you to gasp and cry out. Your hitched breathing and pained mewls only turn him on even more. You tell him he’s too deep, but he seems not to care. In fact, he argues “But isn’t this so great that we can be so close? We’re practically one with one another! We’ll never be torn apart like this.” He pecks you on the forehead, as if to reassure you that everything is going to be okay. “It’ll feel good soon. I promise. I’d never hurt you, (Name).” You call him a liar in your mind and shoot him a pouty look. But you moan as you feel his cock twitch inside you in response. “Fuuuck, you’re taking me so good. I can’t believe I’m almost all the way inside.” Your jaw drops as you look down, only to see more of him not inside you. But you feel so full… You throw your head back in dread of what’s to come. So much pressure inside of you, you’re scared you might break and split open.

You cry out as Obito’s bulbous tip hits the deepest part of you. He grits his teeth and moans as your walls squeeze around him like you’re trying to suck the chakra out of him. He keeps himself there for a moment to bask in it all. He smiles as he looks down at you with hazy eyes, softly brushing his hand against your face. Obito was all the way inside you now, balls deep. His eyes were like fire in the dark room as he peered down at you, struggling to contain the animosity threatening to unleash itself.

Meanwhile, your body convulsed underneath the weight of his body. All of a sudden it hit you. It was starting to feel good. The pressure felt like it was scratching an itch that just itched so bad. These unfamiliar feelings scared you. Beginning to feel strange and light headed, you call out his name. “O-Obito… wait I feel weird, pl-ease.” Your voice hitched in your plea. Your body focused on the swirling and tightening sensation in your gut, feeling like you may snap any second.

And then you did. You squealed and cried out as you came on his unmoving cock. Stunned and heartstruck, Obito barely kept it together as he felt he might come just knowing he made you climax by just sheathing himself inside you. Obito leaned close to you. “I’m going to start moving now.” He whispered in a low voice as he pet your head. You slowly turned your head upwards to face him, unaware of what he had just told you in your dazed state.

Poor little you was still coming down from your high, completely unprepared for what he would do to you next. Obito began to brutally thrust his cock in and out, you felt completely unwarned, well that’s what you thought. Of course he did warn you, but he failed to make sure you actually understood him, though he cared too little.

Obito’s harsh thrusts made you moan and sob uncontrollably. the love making continued all up until the morning when you two could no longer go. Well, that was around the time Obito came to his senses that you couldn't take anymore.

Obito caressed your face as he spooned you, pecking loving kisses on your damp forehead. He adored your fucked out expression as you were still on the come down. Never again will the two of you be separated. Ever.

(I'm sorry for the abrupt ending guys, I just reaaally wanted to post this. Maybe I'll update it or do a part 2? Lmk :p)

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