#losing the throne there is automatic

[smiletimeisrunningout]

ooc before bed: Not me about 20 minutes before going to bed so I can start the new week finding myself thinking: how the hell have I called this blog darkoneprincess only picturing princess Emma when I have a second but equally main verse in which she is part of this world and can't become dark anything?? It's just not her. What a liar.

Also looking at romantic stuff on my other dash and thinking that when eventually I'll get to write romance (I will, okay?) I'm gunning for the whole 'you make me believe in myself' thing because I love it (and it's mutual because Emma needs herself someone who loves her the way she is and doesn't want her to submit in ANY situation whatsoever, she can just Be) (she'll get scared every now and then anyway but still) but also for the drama and in princess verses the whole going Dark eventually, fate sealed and all

[ofswordsandpens]

I fear that "fire bending didn't come easy to zuko" and "zuko isn't a prodigy" (both true) has somehow snowballed into "zuko is a bad or at best average fire bender".... which simply isn't true, especially by the end of book 3

[percheduphere]

The entire series is a love story in every sense of the word. It is a love story, and it is both triumphant and tragic.

The finale was gorgeously executed. It answers every point in Loki's development poetically.

1. He never wanted the throne. It was not about power but loneliness and the need to belong.

2. To have purpose is to choose your burden.

3. Love does not make one soft, it transforms us to be unimaginably strong.

S1 focused primarily on 2 things: 1. a second chance, and 2. Self-love.

The 3 main characters have a relationship in which love cascades. While Mobius loves Loki for who he is outright, his friendship and support allows Loki to have compassion for himself. Sylvie represents all of Loki's trauma and flaws. In loving her, Loki grants her a second chance expecting nothing in return. The second chance Mobius extended to Loki, thus extends to her.

S2 focused primarily on the love between friends, which I do believe turned into unrequited love for Mobius in S1E4 (manifesting as rage and jealousy).

That love turns resigned, and the jealousy reemerges in S2E2 albeit in a constrained, milder form.

Unbeknownst to Mobius, his romantic love is finally returned in S2E5, after Loki experiences enough platonic love for Mobius that the nature of affection shifts upon losing Mobius a second time.

The timing of this realization is profoundly tragic. When they are finally on the same page, the finale sets the stage for Loki to engage with the fourth, most powerful form of love:

AGAPE

A selfless love for everyone. Loki could not have reached this point without first experiencing self-love, platonic love, and yes, romantic love. All forms of love are demonstrated in the series, which gives Loki the strength of sacrifice, confronting his worst fear: being alone.

I find it deeply poignant that Loki uses his magical life force to create Yggdrasil, the tree of life, replacing the cold force of HWR's technology with his own heart, allowing everything and everyone to grow infinitely through space and time. There cannot be a more powerful ending for Loki's character, and the tragedy is the point.

But Loki embraces this burden willingly, lovingly, for all of them, most especially Mobius.

ON MOBIUS

It is only Mobius that senses something is deeply wrong. The first time, he asks, "Are you okay?" The second time, he notes Loki's odd comment, "This time?" The third time, (first for Mobius since he didn't remember each reset) instinctively, he becomes desperate. He grabs Loki by the lapels, "What the shit are you doing?" He tries to stop Loki, but Loki won't let him.

The fourth time, he simply says, "Loki?"

Throughout S2, it is Mobius that Loki turns to when he is afraid, doesn't know what to do, or seeks comfort. He returns what Mobius provides him in S2E2 in the pie automat. In S2E4, he defends Mobius's character to Sylvie and compares where he is now, as a person, with Thor's experience with Jane, a mere Midgardian mortal.

In S2E5, it is Mobius Loki timeslips to the most and the first person his heart seeks out once OB provides him with an answer to his fiction problem.

That Loki seeks Mobius's wisdom one last time and holds onto Mobius's hand as long as he can in the finale is significant. Mobius's words about choosing your burden are devastatingly true. These words propel Loki to make his choice.

And Loki walking out onto the platform in the finale is a direct reciprocation of this (S2E1):

This is an all-encompassing love story. Let noone tell you otherwise.

[youraverageaemondsimp]

Incomprehensible Horror. // Demon!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Halloween Special 🎃

MDNI, DD:DNE(?): reader discretion is advised.

block the tag #MAE:DARK!CONTENT to prevent seeing dark content from me.

WARNINGS: dubcon, cunnilingus, demon fucking(?), p in v sex, past life, mentions of abuse, plotting, murder, multiple orgasms, oral (f. receiving), size kink, cum eating, slight breeding kink, spooky vibes(?), manhandling, so much canon divergence, GoT S8 spoilers(?) kinda idk, the plot is shifted and extremely altered to fit this story. + not proofread

WC: 3.8k

A/N: the original draft got deleted and i had to rewrite it because I wanted to publish this before Halloween is over, so this is slightly rushed :(

There was something extremely eerie about the red keep that always set you on the edge whenever you would hear stories about it.

The burnt down remnants of it untouched as the city around it prospered, only developing more as the time passed on, with skyscrapers, branded shops, turning into what you would call a 'modern city'.

King's Landing was not the way it was anymore, the destruction of it provided a reason to rebuild the city entirely, it was a lengthy process but definitely worth it.

A seemingly innocent city until you look past the sky scrapers, shops, etc, revealing a sinister and a tragic history of the land, a story that involves a royal family fighting and going mad for the throne, only to succumb to their madness and go extinct.

There have been many attempts in the past to rebuild it, but all in vain as there have been cases of construction accidents, fatal injuries, suicides, making it impossible to rebuild it, so they turned it into a tourist attraction.

What a way to make money.

Yet they close it off the moment the sun begins to set.

You had visited it a lot, having been living in King's Landing for a while, it was basically harmless, making you wonder why it was rumoured to be haunted, when it's just a disfigured building with half of its structure on the ground.

It was a casual weekday for you, returning to your apartment from work after the sun had long set, you took the elevator up the building, the music abruptly coming to a stop way before you reached your floor, leaving you confused, but you soon broke out of your confusion when you heard the familiar 'ding' indicating that you reached your floor, and as soon as you left the elevator the automatic doors slammed quickly, causing a loud sound, startling you.

It seemed as if the elevator was having technical difficulties.

You make a mental note to take the elevator less often until it is fixed.

You quickly scurry to the side of your apartment, pulling the keys out and pushing it into the lockhole, turning it, which opens the door, but you stumble over something and lose your balance, holding the wall for support to not fall until you finally push yourself back onto your feet and look down.

It was a package.

But you had not ordered anything.

Weirdly enough, there was no address.

You should've left it there.

But you took it inside.

Your curiosity got the best of you, and the package not having any address only further fuelled your justification for opening it.

It was a book.

An occult type of book to be exact.

You opened it and skimmed through the pages, it seemed more like a personal diary than an instruction based book for spells.

And it was convincing enough at first until you read a certain page.

“Go to the ruins of the red keep at 3AM, and chant this, 'Oh rōvēgrie zaldrīzes dārilaros, māzigon naejot se iōragon gō nyke, ivestragī aōha kasta se melkasta laesi jurnegon rȳ nyke, iksan isse jorrāelagon hen aōha dohaeragon, kesan krenyikhé tepagon mirros ao jaelagon' for a miracle!” (Oh great dragon prince, come forward and stand before me, let your blue and purple eyes look at me, I am in need of your help, I will gladly give anything you wish.)

This made you chuckle, what kind of prank was this? This was so badly written to the point of making any paranoia you felt about this book dissipate immediately.

I mean, chanting spells? to summon a dead prince? it made you laugh, and of course the location was the red keep, a place rumoured to be haunted. It couldn't not be more obvious than that, because whatever this was, was clearly a joke.

So you pushed the book aside and settled for bed.

Sleep did not come to you.

Which you found odd.

You would usually be extremely tired, and the moment you lay on the bed, you would be pulled under the depth of slumber.

Yet now you squirmed, not being able to find any sleep.

You don't know how many hours passed, making you frustrated.

And your mind wandered off to what you had read earlier.

You glanced at the time, it read 2AM.

You purse your lips in thought, not knowing what to do.

You got up from your bed.

You knew this was a bad idea, sneaking into the red keep, with the stupid book in your hand as you navigated through the building, and then you ended up in a room with a bunch of paintings of the past targaryens.

You set the book down and kneeled, looking at the verse you were supposed to chant out loud, you bought out your phone and looked at the time, it read 2:59AM.

One more minute.

You did not know why you were doing this, normally, you were a rational person, you usually don't let your curiosity win in situations like this, having control over it, but in this case, it seems you had lost all your control, and it seemed as your mind is being controlled to do whatever was written on that page.

Besides, it's not like anything would happen.

It seemed fake after all.

Trying doesn't hurt.

You never really believed in ghosts or demons yourself, so what were you scared of?

And so as soon as the time read 3AM, you chanted the saying out loud.

You waited.

And waited.

You looked at the time, 3:10AM.

Nothing happened.

You let out a scoff, what did you expect? A demon to appear?

You collected the book and left the scene, annoyed that nothing happened, but you were also glad nothing happened at the same time.

The air felt colder than before, and lights seemed to flicker constantly whenever you crossed a street light, everything seemed out of place and odd, the buildings looked distorted.

Was your paranoid finally getting to you?

You felt a chill run up your spine.

It felt as if someone whispered in your ear, causing you to jump and look back, only to find nothing.

This was setting you on edge, you quickly walked faster back to your apartment, you frowned when you saw the "out of order" sign on the elevator, knowing that it was not there when you used it to come down prior to your visit to the red keep.

You sighed heavily and took the stairs, climbing to the floor you lived in, but for an odd reason, the stairs seemed to go on for longer, the more you climbed, the more they went on, you did not know if you were seeing things for feeling that way simply cause you were spooked, but you know for a fact that climbing 7 floors should not take more than 10 minutes at a slow pace, and yet here you were still climbing at a fast pace yet the stairs seemed to be never ending, you did not know if you were hallucinating the scribbled out floor numbers assigned to the respective floors or if they were originally like that before.

You looked down the stairwell, and it only seemed as if you climbed 3 floors, which left you baffled. You ran up as fast as you could, and to your relief you saw the '7th floor' on the board, indicating you were on your floor. You sighed in relief, making your way to your apartment, you did your best to ignore the constant flicker of lights, and what seemed like a dark figure standing from the corner of your eyes, the keys fumbled in your hands, it took you a few tries to unlock the door and when you did, you saw the figure move towards you, so you quickly rushed inside and slammed the door shut behind you.

You leaned against the door breathing heavily, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths, to try and calm your mind. You cannot tell if this was just your mind playing tricks because you're so worked up, or something odd is actually happening, but you know for the fact that whatever you were seeing was real.

Your apartment suddenly starts smelling putrid, making you scrunch up your nose. The smell was unbearable, as if thousands of dead rats were in your apartment, decaying away. It made you want to throw up, the foul scent leaving you light headed as you went towards your bedroom, to access the attached bathroom.

Luckily for you, the bedroom smelled like it usually would instead of dead rats, so you took a deep breath of the normal air, the nausea beginning to slowly fade away.

“For what have you summoned me, mortal?” a deep voice says, making you freeze in your spot, you turn around and your eyes widen in horror, as you take in the sight in front of you.

The face of a goat with horns, and scales that belonged to a dragon running down its upper body, stopping at it's elbows, black fluid dripping from its body, covering it's most intimate area, and its legs covered in scales as well, your voice was stuck in your throat, not being able to scream as the sheer panic made it unable to.

It looks confused at your horror filled face before looking down to its body and sighing annoyedly, and then its body distorts, the sound of bones cracking, flesh turning and squeezing, you watch the entire thing happen, the way its body is changing shape until it stops, making your breath hitch in your throat.

It took the form of a human man, face now mimicking a normal human, yet it was also disfigured, with a scar running up his cheek to his eyebrow, and an eye patch on his left eye, before he took it off, revealing the sapphire placed in the eye socket. His gaze was piercing, staring daggers at you, as he grew visibly frustrated at your silence.

“Can't you speak?” his voice booms across the room, causing you to snap out of your fear, and finally answer him, “I-it was an accident, I didn't mean to.” you answer and that displeases him, face now carrying the expression of a scowl.

“You followed as the book had instructed, did you not?” he asks and you nod, “Then it is no accident.”

“I did not think it would actually work, it was my mistake, please its an accident-” your voice cracks, still trying to process what was happening, trying to form words that made sense. He pushed you against the wall, his hand wrapped around your throat, long sharp nails digging into the skin of your neck, restricting the passage of air as you struggled in his grip, “On accident you say? Then you must pay the price for wasting my time.” he said darkly, and released you, causing you to fall to the ground, coughing and taking lungfuls of air.

“Should I kill you and then take your soul? Or take your soul directly and watch as the light fades from your eyes, screaming and writhing in agony in my hold.” he ponders genuinely and you gulp in fear, tears welling up in your eyes, knowing that something stupid is now costing you your life. “Please forgive me- I did not mean for any of this to happen.” you beg, voice hoarse.

“Forgive you? You should not have stifled me to begin with, now you must pay the price for your own stupidity, what shall I do hmm? My time is incredibly precious after all.” he looks down at you and you quiver in fear.

He grabs your hair and pulls you to your feet, making you stand, his hot breath fans against your face as you look up at him, and then he scans your face, taking in your features and then his eye widens as if he realised something.

And then he smiles, the grip in your hair becoming even tighter, causing you to wince in pain, “Please- let go of me- I'm sorry.” you grip his hand, trying to make him let go of the hold he has on you, “Aemond- please.” and that's when he releases you.

“Ah, so you do remember me.” he says, amused and you look at him confused, “Huh? What do you mean?” you ask him genuinely and that's when you realised you called him Aemond, it came out so naturally to the point you did not notice it.

But you still had no idea what just occurred.

Who's Aemond?

He grabs your cheeks, “I had waited so many years.”

What is he talking about?

“I won't lose you this time.” he says and before you can respond, he presses his lips against yours, one hand wrapped around your waist as the other holds the back of your head, pressing your face against him.

Your head felt hazy all of a sudden.

Why does all of this feel familiar?

You don't protest when he pushes you on the bed, climbing on top of you, you just stare at him, blinking in confusion as he tears away at your clothing, “Oh how the fashion has changed overtime, I remember last time you were wearing a black gown, mourning the death of your husband.” he whispers in your year and you feel ringing in your ear.

“What an amazing actress you were, mourning him in such a convincing way, only to get fucked by me after the funeral.” his hands trail down your body, “Such good memories, to have you underneath me, moaning my name constantly like a prayer, you were the first woman I ever desired after my death, the one who broke my curse, letting me become a true demon, it was on accident too back then.” he chuckles, he grips your pants, tearing the fabric as if it were paper.

“Until they found out of course, that you conspired with a demon, and planned the murder of your own husband.” his voice turns dark, and the ringing in your ear gets louder, your mind spins. “I remember not being able to do anything as they burned you alive at the sept, sigils placed around you to prevent me from interfering, to watch your flesh on fire as you screamed in agony, screamed my name in pain and it was then I swore that I would destroy that city.” he growled darkly.

“And so I did, possessing my own descendant and burning the city down, not too long after your passing.” he recalls with a satisfied smirk on his face, “Do you still remember my full name?” he looks at you and the ringing suddenly stops, and everything seemed to be spinning around you, his face becomes blurry and your head begins to hurt, eyes beginning to water as you feel that you were set on fire, letting out a loud scream at the sheer amount of pain coursing through your body as memories you didn't recognize flowed through your mind, you writhing below him in pain, letting out loud cries, “Shh..” he caresses your head and suddenly the pain stops, making you breath heavily, making you close your eyes.

“Aemond Targaryen.” you hear your own voice speak and you open your eyes to look at him, he has a smirk on his face, a small smile grazes your face as well, lifting your hand up to caress his cheek, pulling his face towards you to kiss you, lips engulfing his, you breathe in his scent, and he suddenly doesn't smell putrid anymore, but instead of cloves and ash.

“Fucking cunts, all of them, they remained silent all throughout the time i was abused by him, but the moment I get my own revenge, they burnt me alive.” you say after pulling away from the kiss, gritting your teeth.

You felt so confused with yourself.

Both memories of your past life and current life clashing against each other, fighting for dominance, to decide who you were.

“It's over my love, I burnt them all down.” he kisses down your neck, to your breasts, and down to your cunt, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. You smile at him, spreading your legs wide for him to settle freely and latch his lips onto your clit, making you throw your head back when you feel his tongue move skillfully against the bundle of nerves, you grip his hair, shoving his face further into your cunt.

“Fuck- you taste the same as I remember, I missed this cunt so much, seven hells.” he curses, licking away at your cunt, you moan as his sharp teeth grazes your clit. “Watch your teeth-” you whimper, feeling his fingers prod at your entrance, before gently pushing them in. He pulls away from your cunt and watches his own fingers be engulfed by your cunt as he thrusts them in and out, he groans at the sight, wishing it was his cock plunging inside you. “Goodness gracious, you're so fucking divine.” he murmers before latching on your cunt again, tongue swirling against your bud.

You feel the band in your stomach, “Aemond, I'm cumming- I'm- fuck-!” you reach your peaking on his hands, back arched as the orgasm ripples through your body. You breath heavily and watch aemond climb up, his knees on the mattress of your bed as he bends your legs, your knees pressing to your chest.

You watch as he grabs his cock, your eyes widening at the sheer size of it before flitting over to his own, he smirks, “Aemond it won't fit-” you whine but he shushes you, “You took it with no problem before, tis the same.” he lines in up against your entrance, “But still-”

“Remember when we did it the first time, you said it wouldn't fit? Only to have you crying and cumming all over my cock like a common whore.” he says and you sigh, remembering the memory.

He slowly pushes his cock inside you, taking his own time, throwing his head back in pleasure, “Seven hells, you feel so fucking good, the gods be damned.” he grunts, feeling pleasure at the way your cunt is wrapped around him so perfectly. You grip the sheets below you for support, clenching your eyes shut as you try to adjust to him.

He grabs a hold of your legs, throwing them over his shoulder before he grabs your hips and starts thrusting in and out of you, making your body jolt up and down the bed at the force. Your moans of his name soon fill the room, and he moans too, closing his eye in pleasure as he continuously shoves his cock in and out of you.

He opens his eye to look down, only to smirk when he sees the outline of his cock in your lower abdomen whenever he thrusts fully inside, he presses a hand against it and you squirm, the pleasure amplifying, making your toes curl.

He leans down, causing your legs to fall off his shoulder and be pushed up against your chest one more, his long black tongue enters inside your mouth, extending far back into your throat making you gag before he pulls it back, finally letting both your lips meet. Your hands shoot up to his hair pushing him against you, he hums in satisfaction. His scales are back on his body, along with his horns, partly turning into his demonic form, you feel him grow in size, both height and mass, and eventually down there, which rips an orgasm from you, wetness flowing down your hole and dirtying the sheets and you choke on your own spit at the sudden peak.

He pulls out, and you look at him in confusion, knowing he didn't peak yet, but soon the confusion is replaced with anticipation as he flips you around onto your stomach, your body knows what to do immediately and you support yourself on your arms and knees. Aemond doesn't waste another moment before pushing himself inside you, letting out a loud moan when he feels you clench around him.

His pace is brutal and fast, only seeming to care about his own pleasure, he grabs you by your hair and tugs on it, causing you to curve your head backward but not lean back, he's fucking you like an animal in heat, the size difference making it easy to manhandle you as he wishes.

He soon feels his peak arriving after pounding into you like a madman, and he spills himself deep inside you, cumming so much to the point it makes you feel bloated and so full, you whine when you feel his pull out. He watches as his seed leaks out of you, gathering it with his index finger and tasting it, humming at it.

“I wish my seed takes.” he mutters.

He turns you on your back again, and holds your legs wide and spread apart, and spits on your cunt, before leaning down, holding your thighs apart and once again presses his warm mouth against your cunt, only this time he shoves his long tongue down your hole, you can feel him licking around there, eating up his own spend, and that's when he flicks his tongue upwards inside you, grazing your gspot and your thighs shut around his head, trying to prevent him from making you cum again, too overstimulated and tired.

“Aemond- another time, please- I'm so tired.” you whine, your eyes closing, and he listens to you, pulling away, withdrawing his tongue from inside of you. He climbs next to you in bed, shifting into his full human form again and pulling you close.

“I won't let anyone take you away from me now.” he murmurs in your ear and you nod, turning and snuggling close to him.

There were so many questions left unanswered.

Each and everything was an odd occurrence.

From the encounter of the package to you summoning a demon, who turned out to be the one you loved & fucked in your past life, even conspiring with him to kill your abusive husband, and to fucking him again, and now laying safely wrapped in his arms.

Who was the one that sent you the package then?

Just then you remember an odd event.

You remembered the text and pictures of the book with a bunch of spells and summoning rituals, you hadn't noticed it then but it was the same handwriting as yours.

It was your diary.

And you remember losing it the day right before you were burnt to death.

And you remember writing the words you had heard in your dream, confused back then as what "3AM" meant.

You did not want to dwell on this anymore.

Because you realised that it would drive into madness.

And so, you drifted off into slumber in the arms of your beloved.

[13leaguestories]

It's been twenty-three years since the isolated Terran planets found themselves visited by extraterrestrials and joined a much livelier galaxy. While many have seen the boon, just as many have seen nothing but grief and heartache. You are one of those people. Your greeting into this world is one marred by blood and death, and little has changed since that faithful day. If you weren't bowing the knee to your trarkran masters, then you were to the notorious criminal organization that tortured you into submission. But for the first time in over a decade, a fortuitous kind of freedom finds itself just inches away from your grasp, ready to be claimed. The question is, what will you do once you have it, and what will come of those who would see you lose it once again?

Genre: Sci-Fi | Fantasy | Adventure

Rating: Mature for dark themes, language, sexual content

Create your unique character by choosing sex, pronouns, appearance, orientation,and different attractiveness levels.

Specific traits that will change how you react to others. As well as traits that will change how specific characters see you.

Choose between 6 romances: two females, two males, and two non-binary characters.

Four different classes, along with an assortment of armor and weapons, each with its own benefits.

And many other decisions for a unique, branching experience.

Determine for yourself if you will you go down the path that leads to your own redemption and growth or stay the course?

Relive your past and how it not only led you here but how it will impact your future.

*Click the link attached to "romances" to read more about the six romances available.

Public Demo encapsulates the first three chapters.

There is no set date on the full upload of this story. At the moment the book is set to have two books. A cost has not yet been determined.

Quick Note: Similar to Throne of Ashes, this character you play, Moran, has some personalities and characteristics that are already predetermined. Let it be known, you do not trust easily and have learned to put yourself first. This, of course with redemption, can shift, but this is not automatic and is on purpose.

Any bugs can be sent to the email below or sent to Tumblr. Check the link here for some common issues that may be found such as the game not allowing you to save or a specific save error is appearing.

Public Demo | World Anvil

[nena-la-fresa]

The Dragon and The Wolf |Part 1|

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Part 2

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x f! Stark Reader

Warning: Arranged Marriage | Steamy Themes | Angst |

Word Count: 1807

A/N: Hasn't been proof read so bear with me I'll fix it later. Aemond is also aged up to the actors age cuz that’s the age he looks.

You could overhear the whispers, the pity in their voices. The young wolf being sent off to marry a dragon. 

All due to the stupidity of your house. How infuriating that they accepted an audience with Rhaenyra's son. It was most definitely seen as an act of treason to the Crown. No matter how much you pleaded with your father not to accept the meeting. You had the sight, you had seen what would happen if they had sided with her. You never disliked Rhaenyra, she was absolutely beautiful, you had always admired her since you were a child. But knowing that the safety of your family was now jeopardized you could not stay silent. But your family was permitted to stay on good terms with the Crown under the condition that you marry Prince Aemond. 

The whispers of how you were kissed by visions from the gods had reached Otto. He was the reason your family was given a second chance. What better way to win wars and make sure his blood stayed on the throne than to marry his grandson to a Greenseer. The wedding would take place in a month's time. Plans had been formed to begin as soon as you had left for Kings Landing. 

The road was long and no amount of sleep could calm your nerves. 

“Mother please not now.” 

Aemond pushes the door to his chambers, unable to close it as Alicent was close behind. 

“I understand you are upset. But you know it is your duty. Your brother is sick, he’s practically on his deathbed. So your grandfather thought it was best to find you a wife in preparation.” 

“The Stark girl who comes from a traitor family? How is that any good?” His voice hinted with malice. 

“Because she is a great asset to our family. You know how your father always spoke of Targayens and their prophecies. How they escaped Old Valyria. This could be good for us, Aemond. We wouldn’t have to lose anyone else.” She moved forward and touched his arm as he stared into the fire. “Aemond please.”

“It’s not as if I have a choice mother.” He sighed and placed his hand on hers. No matter how frustrating a situation he could never be upset with her. “When will the wedding take place?”

“Two days after she arrives.”

Much to your dismay you had arrived at King's Landing. Your wedding was in two days time, nothing could prepare you for it. You hadn’t even seen your betrothed since the moment you got there. You had met the Queen and she had asked for your forgiveness at her sons, ‘Shyness’. You expected as much. You heard rumors, the whispers of how cold Aemond was. In fact you preferred that he didn’t see you. But contrary to what people believe you were not always within the favor of the gods. 

“I know what people say of my son. And I am sorry you have to hear that. But I can assure you he is at the very least a gentleman. If my son ever does you harm please do let me know and I will do my best to correct his behavior. “ 

“Thank you. I very much- '' You were cut off by the sounds of the doors opening loudly combined with heavy footsteps. 

“Mother, Aegon has been begging for you. Please shut hi-'' He paused as he saw you sitting there. Before you turned to him could only describe you as cold looking and distant, with a hint of poise. He thought your look was very fitting for a Northerner. And had he known his mother requested an audience with you he wouldn’t have come barging in. 

“Good you're here.” Alicent got up from her seat and headed towards him. “I’ll deal with your brother. But the two of you need to converse.” 

Alicent closes the door behind her, “Make sure he doesn’t leave just yet.” She tells the guard on post. 

You turned away from him and focused your attention on the fire as you began to fidget with your hands. Aemond takes notice of it, and he sees the same movement his mother does when she gets nervous. Then he hears you wince, and the sight of blood can be seen on your thumb. 

“Stop that.” He took three steps before he was in front of you and grabbed your hands. You had looked up at him in surprise, looking at him now you couldn’t believe the rumors you heard of him looking hideous. Your eyes softened a bit at his touch and by the look of concern he gave you. He had an ethereal beauty to him, even with the eyepatch and scar. 

As he looked down at you he took notice of your eyes, doe like. And that coldness he saw was gone for the moment. He then remembered the blood on your hand, not having anything to wipe away the blood he brought your hand up to his lips and sucked the blood. 

You should be weirded out. But the sensation of his tongue and lips against your finger sent a shiver down your spine that made its way to your nether regions. 

“Aemond.” You whispered his name. Yet it seemed as if he didn’t hear you. You cleared your throat and spoke clearly, “I think the blood has stopped now.” 

He let go of your hand “Forgive me.” In a panic he turns and heads straight for the door. As he opens the door the guards stop him. 

“Forgive me Prince Aemond but your mother said not to let you leave just yet.” Aemond gave the guard a look. 

“You must be joking.” 

“Sorry my Prince.” The guard shut the door leaving Aemond trapped. 

“Unbelievable.” Aemond made his way over to sit by the fireplace. You both sat in silence for what felt like hours. You watched him as the fire casted a shadow on one side of his face and illuminated the other. 

“Are you always so quick to run away?” You playfully joked. 

 He turned his head quickly to you and was quick to respond, “Maybe if you had not picked at your skin I would not have run away.” 

You were taken aback by his response, almost getting whiplash by his change in tone. Just a minute ago he was gentle with you. “Me? Then maybe you should not have kissed my finger.” 

“You dare argue with me?” He scoffed. 

“Yes and what of it.” You stood up and made your way over to him. “Are you going to have me killed?” 

He laughed and stood up, he towered over you. “No.” He smirked and leaned down at eye level, “I could just do it myself.”  

“And risk another war?” 

“Oh please, your father begged my grandsire for forgiveness. You really think they’d go to war for a daughter?” 

“You must know very well considering they call you kinslayer.” 

“Hold your tongue.” He hissed and grabbed your face firmly. 

“You must know what love for one’s child could make anyone do. What your sister did for her son, and what your mother did for hers.” 

“Do you always speak when you’re told not to?” His voice no longer hinted with any concern he had for you earlier. You felt his breathing become heavy, and his grip tightened. 

“Do I upset you?” You smirked slightly, “Were you expecting someone quiet? Someone who won’t put up a fight?” 

“Like how you put up a fight when I cleaned your blood?” His face moves closer to your ear as he whispers. “You don’t think I could feel you shaking? Or hear your breathing hitch?” 

“What are you doing?” You try to pull away as you feel his hot breath on your neck. 

“Not much of a fight you’re putting up is it.” He kissed your neck, and sucked for just a second. Just enough to make you let out a small whimper. 

“Aemond stop.” You pleaded as he kept teasing you. You felt the heat rising in your body and I’m sure that he felt it too.  

His lips were moving down your neck to your collarbone. He sucked a bit harder, enough to leave a mark, you winced and pushed him away. Without even thinking you slapped him. 

His face turned only slightly, it was almost as if it hadn’t even hurt him. You kept looking at him and noticed the light tint of red on his cheek. Not only that but the corner of his lip began to bleed, the sight of it had distracted you from the stinging pain coming from your palm. 

You hurt him, but he kept pushing. But maybe it was your fault for teasing him. But he practically defiled you before you were even married. He went too far. Yes you were to be married but, what of this mark. What will others think? Will they think you were a whore? Will they question your virtue and think another man has touched you? Will this get your family and you killed? You hadn’t seen this, in fact you hadn’t seen anything regarding Aemond in your dreams or visions. Your thoughts ran wild and you couldn’t stand to be here anymore. It was all overwhelming. What were you doing here? How could your father be so stupid. How could he do this to you? You weren’t some common whore. 

“Forgive me, my Lady. I went to fa-” Before he could even finish what he wanted you were gone. His head turned to hear the doors fling open and your scurrying footsteps. He began to run after you but ran into his mother in the corridor. Alicent had looked back at you and then at her son. She could see his tinted check and the blood. 

“Aemond what did you do?” She wiped the blood off his lip. 

The next two days were spent with you avoiding Aemond at all cost. You had practically locked yourself in your chambers. Thankfully Alicent had permitted it, but that didn’t help much as tomorrow was the day. The day you would be binded to him forever. The whole day was nothing but making sure that your dress still fit and that you were prepped for consummating the marriage. It has plagued your mind. Not even sleep could help with this. 

The sounds of the bells had brought you out of your trance. You don’t even remember how you got up here. But here you were next to Aemond hand in hand about to be trapped. 

As both your hands were tied together the man spoke, “Let it be known that Y/n of House Stark and Aemond of House Targaryen are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder.”

[color-thoughts]

Warning: Mentions of killing, scaramouche, yandere

Scaramouche does not like sharing.

Everybody is aware of that fact, so any day, they all try to avoid being appointed to guard you when Scaramouche is off to a mission.

Because they know just how much of a crazy ballistic man Scaramouche is when it's about you.

But when some new fatui doesn't know about that, and decides to be mean to you, hurt you, MAKE YOU CRY? He's hunting them down, torturing them, killing them slowly, and ending them.

It doesn't help when you're fatui. You have lots of enemies automatically. You're basically having a job that contradicts Scaramouche's will.

He doesn't want you to get hurt. So as much, he wants to be the one with you when it's missions and wants you to be with him all the time, when it's possible.

But when he's forced to part ways with you because of the difference in your assigned mission, he's itching to finish that mission off quickly and immediately go to your location.

Itching to kill anyone who just as much lays their finger on you, look at you, breathe at you.

He just wants to lock you away all for himself and just be with you.

Lock you away from this wretched, betraying world.

He can't help it when it's just about you.

His non-existent heart beating with emotion when it's you.

You. You. You. You. You.

Always you.

You're a source of his weakness, yet oddly— but mutually the source of his strength.

He can't help but crave you when you show kindness and respect to him, despite your lingering fear when it's him, you hold him high regards, and you admire him, surely you admire him just as much as he loves you?

He wants you so bad that the mere thought of hurting you, hurts him too, so he does it either the mortal way or the mental way. He doesn't like seeing you cry, but if it's what he has to do in order to keep you with him, he'd gladly do it.

But after all of that, you'd be smiling with him, embracing him and showering him with your love and care, with him in his throne above the burning and ashes of the world and Celestia.

He can't lose you just like how he lost the others.

He can't.

He just can't.

[celestesinsight]

Salaar: 'Prathi Gaadhalo' song analysis!

@whimsiquix mentioned during a discussion that 'Prathi Gaadhalo' might be a red herring, meant for Varadha actually. That made me listen to the song again.

"In every story it's the demon who unleashes violence, and to oppress that demon rises a king."

The demon was Raja Mannar, who slaughtered an entire tribe to get the throne or Rudra and others who started violence in Khanshar for their interest.

Was Deva the king?

I have seen analysis of the song on YouTube saying Deva was the king described in the song. Because he was the son of Dhaara, the leader of Shouryangas, the rightful king of Khanshar. But I believe it was not Deva, but Varadha who was the king.

1. Khanshar wasn't a place with law and order. They didn't have inheritance law. Son didn't automatically become entitled to the father's assets. He had to earn the position. Rudra established that in the very first scene, when he said Varadha needed to earn the right to wear a nose ring, even if he was Raja Mannar's son. That's the reason, Dhara was chosen after Shiva Mannar instead of his own son Raja Mannar. Either Dhara was the chosen king because he was stronger between the two or they had decided the tribes would take turns over Kartha's position. Similarly, being Dhara's son didn't make Deva the rightful claimant to the throne. Maybe after Dhara, the next king might have come from Dhaniyar tribe.

2. The voiceover after the first scene said that in Khanshar, if you lose a battle, you lose everything. Dhara was killed and in a way lost the battle and lost his everything. Khanshar's most important law was 'Balasthaiba Rajyam, Balasthaiba Asanam', meaning 'the strongest shall rule, the strongest shall get the throne'. Raja Mannar earned the throne for himself, even though it was by using dishonourable means and was ruling with his own strength for the last 25 years. It was also kind of a weakness for Dhara to not anticipate Raja Mannar's treacherous intention, consequences of which were suffered by not only himself, but also by his family and his entire tribe.

3. If we discard this rightful claimant stuff, Deva was indeed strong and capable of earning the throne for himself. But did he have the agency to take it for himself. The movie established from the very first scene that Deva had no agency of his own, he was a weapon in the hands of the person with whom his loyalties lie. A weapon's effectiveness depends on the person who yields it. In Amma's hands, Deva was like a weapon with a deadly and terrifying history, but locked in a glass box. It was only Varadha's hands which could unleash the ultimate power of the weapon.

4. The movie is named Salaar and we were told about the meaning behind the same through the conversation between Baba and Varadha. Salaar was the name of the powerful man devoted to the Persian Emperor. Varadha named Deva Salaar because of the latter's devotion towards him and Varadha was parallel to the Persian Emperor.

"In his quest to quell the enemy, the king has embraced savagery. He has made violence a habit and forgotten kindness, He slayed the monster fighting resolutely, Filled with ire, he has turned into a monster himself."

1. When Bilal introduced Varadha to Aadhya, he said even though Varadha was only a governor, but lived with the confidence of the lord. Varadha was someone with much restraint in the violent world of Khanshar. The whole film was about how much more Varadha could tolerate, before he snapped and fought back. His self control, dignity and calmness was what scared his enemies most. Such a person is like a volcano. When such a person abandons the restraint binding them, the lava of their wrath would destroy everything that stands in their way.

2. Towards the end of the movie, we saw Varadha telling his family members that he also had Mannarsi blood flowing in his veins. Finally, Varadha Raja Mannar, embraced the savagery and violence in his blood and fought back against the enemies. He also declared his intention of fighting for the throne against his own father.

3. Varadha turning into a monster himself while fighting monsters could be part of his villain arc.

"Be determined, dare the most powerful, Time to prove your patience and skill, Forgiveness is a noble way to win."

1. Patience was never a skill of Deva. He was well known for being an impulsive maniac. It was Varadha, who was skilled in patience, who tolerated the humiliation and unfair treatment for 25 years.

2. It was clear from the blood stained hands that Deva had a guilty conscience. He was living a placid life with his mother, hiding from the world. They were moving from place to place to escape from someone.

3. Deva was the one seeking redemption and the only person he would give power to forgive him would be Varadha.

4. Radha Rama was trying to take advantage of their falling out and make them fight each other. The only way they could win against her, if Varadha would forgive Deva and they would reconcile.

"Won't anger prove to be your weakness?"

Varadha's anger against Deva would surely be his weakness as Deva was his greatest strength.

"Stop a war with a smile and show the world, Your merits shall remain etched on time like letters on stone, Your flaws shall be erased like lines on sand."

Deva would never fight against Varadha. Varadha was the one who could stop the coming war by forgiving Deva. If he chose to do so, they would be friends again and live happily ever after. Otherwise, Varadha would go down as a villain.

"Victories don't come from wars, they come from forgiveness."

That's what Amma wrote on the blackboard during the song. Varadeva victory would be assured if they embrace forgiveness and fight together against their enemies.

Maybe I am overthinking, but the song might actually be meant for Varadha and not Deva.

[lizzie-queenofmeigas]

I automatically lose respect for anyone who thinks show fanon is better than George’s canon work, unfortunately for Rhaenicents that’s all they have so are trying to desperately convince themselves Ryan Condal wrote a well written show with consistent characters.

Imagine if Condal and Hess were the writers for Game of Thrones: Cersei and Catelyn are childhood sweethearts, the evil men turned them against each other, they’re secretly in love, the story is all about them reuniting etc. It cheapens everything about both characters, including their individual goals and motivations.

Rhaenicents cannot accept that this dumbass ship was a mistake that is destroying the show, @targaryenstrapon is a good example of this delusion.

I don't trust anyone who thinks the shows are better than the books. Those people are usually Dany antis and TG stans. I inmediatly distrust of someone who thinks Dany is going to go evil or that she already is.

Rhaenicent has ruined most of the show, that and the writers obsession with making women poor victims with no agency. And the vilification of all the male characters.

To each their own though.

[lizz-crimson]

So No Head? (Shinnok's Head X Reader Part 3)

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Summary: Shinnok spirals as he realizes he actually does things for you, even when you don't ask.

Tags/Warnings: Cursing, knife wound, Deliberate decapitation, Shinnok spiraling, Netflix, grocery shopping, Two Johnny Cages oh god, goofiness, Shinnok eats a lot, gender neutral pronouns (please let me know if there's any mistakes!)

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It was an odd thing. To see a once powerful Elder God scarf down so much food. Apparently, losing a chunk of his power had made Shinnok's apatite skyrocket. As he savored every bite of cheap, frozen eggrolls, you hoped he didn't mind they'd come from the main back of your freezer. He'd eaten you out of house and home, and it had only been a couple days since he regained his body.

As you finished up your own meal, you asked," You get enough to eat?"

Shinnok, with a mouth full of eggroll, nodded. You nodded in turn, sitting back in your chair with a sigh. Your fridge was empty, as were your cabinets. All except for a small container of cinnamon, which Shinnok practically hissed at once he tried some.

Besides the food, Shinnok had behaved okay. He slept on the couch, quite a bit more entertained now that he could scroll through Netflix himself. You two argued over what to watch now and again, but you both ultimately settled on animal documentaries each time. It was hard to find the fallen Elder God intimidating when he was so enthralled in lion pride dynamics.

"Y/n, what are you making for dinner?" Shinnok asked.

You huffed, sitting up. Shinnok's bottomless stomach was slowly killing you. And considering he ate a whole cake, it was probably doing the same to him.

"Water soup," you replied curtly. Shinnok raised a finger, about to ask, but you cut him off with your hand. "You've eaten everything. There is no more food."

"Lies. I know you must have something."

"I don't."

"Then what will I eat?"

"We. And nothing." You push yourself up and out of your chair and start doing the dishes, taking Shinnok's empty plate. Shinnok sputtered as if your lack of food was a malicious joke. You again raise your hand, splashing him with a bit of soapy water. "There is no more food. I'll buy more tomorrow."

Shinnok groaned. He used to be all powerful, feared, and worshiped. Now he had to conform to a mortal's schedule. "Fine, I will accompany you," he huffed. If he was made to wait for his meals, then he'd at least get to pick what he wanted.

"Yeah, that's a hard no," you said.

"What? Why?" Shinnok asked, his voice daring to grow angry when he looked like a hellish priest.

"No offense, Shinnok, but not even Wal-Mart would let you inside the building," you replied, now drying the dishes. "I'll go by myself. I'm sure I'll be back with something you'll like." He'd eaten everything else; no doubt he'd eat whatever she'd bring home.

Shinnok pushed himself up from his chair, his hands going behind his back. "Bah.." he grunted, then sat on the couch. You rolled your eyes and started putting the dishes away. He was a whiny sonofabitch. Still, you two tolerated each other.

Shinnok wasn't accustomed to all this, and even with his body back, he couldn't help but feel frustrated. Damned Quan-Chi for taking his throne like that. He ought to just kill him himself. Even so, as he looked your way, he stared. You'd become so… normal to him. Even though you went against literally everything he originally stood for. He didn't mind waking up to the loud music you played while you took your morning shower. He didn't mind watching the apartment while you were at work. He didn't mind 'earning his keep' by doing chores. He'd become some kind of well-treated servant. Some butler. Some… what was that one anime called?

He quickly scrolled through the shows he'd watched on Netflix, and the anime he was thinking of came into view. Ah, yes, househusband; that was the word.

As the anime played automatically, Shinnok's brain seemed to let the word sink in. Particularly the husband bit. He glued his gaze to the TV, praying to himself that the warmth on his face was from embarrassment and nothing more. Maybe talking to you had damaged his brain, as he thought would happen originally.

Suddenly, your body landed beside his. "Is that 'The Way of The Househusband?' Move it; I wanna watch!" you said, nudging Shinnok aside with your hip. The fallen Elder God sputtered and nearly jumped to the opposite end of the couch.

"Don't just-!" He was cut off by a Coke being shoved into his hands.

"Found one for you," you said, your eyes on the TV.

Shinnok's nose curled. He snapped his head back to the TV, about to open the can, but paused.

"You didn't shake this, did you?" he asked.

"I might have."

The next morning, you were at the grocery store as promised, list in hand and mailbag on your shoulder. You'd started using it as a plain old purse after Shinnok got his body back. Since he was no longer a head, you figured it could be of better use that way.

Which is probably why you didn't notice the familiar weight in the bag.

"[Y/n], are we at the store yet?"

"Oh my god!" you yelped. You frantically open the bag and see Shinnok's re-decapitated head looking back at you. "I-what-are you serious?!"

"Shhh!" Shinnok shushed you. "Someone could hear!"

You were appalled. Quickly, you covered Shinnok up and dashed into the bathrooms. You're quick to lock a toilet stall behind you.

"What the fuck?" you ask, pulling Shinnok out of your bag. He looked just like he did before he got his body back.

"What?" Shinnok asked, not understanding your confusion.

"Where's your body?" you asked through gritted teeth, prying anybody else in the bathroom just thought you were high or something.

"Back at the apartment," he replied similarly.

"What the fuck do you mean 'back at the apartment'?" you laugh out of shock.

Meanwhile, a beheaded Shinnok lay limp on your couch, covered completely by a blanket. You just thought he'd been sleeping..

Shuttering at the thought, you placed Shinnok back in your bag.

"Let's just… Lets just get this over with…"

During your shopping, Shinnok bombarded you with many questions about all the different foodstuffs he spotted while peeking out of the mailbag. Luckily, it was early, so there weren't many people in the store yet. You tried to make the shopping trip go by as quickly as possible, and any time you spoke to Shinnok, you put your finger to your ear as if speaking via Bluetooth call.

You groaned as you looked at the prices of all the fresh produce. Prices had gone up lately, and you had no interest in paying five dollars for a head of lettuce. You pushed your cart on by.

"I thought vegetables were important for you humans?" Shinnok said, raising a brow.

"They are, but the price is awful, so we'll wait for a sale," you said. "I oughta just grow my own at this point."

"Why don't you?"

You sigh. "We don't live in the countryside, Shinnok. Don't you know how much space you need to make a garden?"

"Then move there?"

You caught the attention of a few staff members of the store when you straight-up belly laughed. You were quick to shut up and push your cart along. You lowered your head, whispering.

"Believe me, if I had the option to, I'd be deep in the Appalachian Mountains by now. I'd rather deal with cryptids than New York as a whole."

You spent the rest of the shopping trip explaining what cryptids were to Shinnok.

Later, you're carrying two mountains of groceries to your apartment door. When you finally unlock the door and push it open with your forehead, you were frozen in place as Shinnok's body hung limply off the couch. The blanket that had been concealing him had fallen to the floor. You close the door behind you quickly, making sure nobody sees. You fling your bag onto the couch, with Shinnok groaning in displeasure as he rolls out.

"I assume you can attach yourself back, right?" you asked, hands on your hips.

"Yes, yes.." Shinnok rolled his eyes. "Come. I'll need your aid."

You nodded and picked Shinnok's head up. "Now what?"

"Just hover my head over the stump of my body, and I'll reattach," he instructed.

Lowering yourself to your knees, you set Shinnok's body up a bit, then hover his head over the stump of his neck. At least he hadn't bled all over your floor..

A red glow appeared between Shinnok's two body parts and began to swirl around, engulfing both his head and his neck stump. You closed your eyes when the light blinded you. When it died down,… Well, when it died down, you were still holding Shinnok's face, attached to his body once more.

The two of you kind of just.. looked at each other for a bit. Shinnok, feeling a rather uncomfortable sensation in his chest, broke the silence when he couldn't take it anymore.

"You can let go now."

"Right, sorry!" You snatched your hands away. Shinnok stands along with you. Both of you kept your heads turned away, as you do. Luckily, your gaze fell to the mountains of groceries, and you used that to transition away from this awkward situation. "Come on, let's put these away," you said.

Shinnok grunted curtly and began helping you put all the food away.

Shinnok couldn't help but look back at you, sneaking glances. You had been good to him. Something he didn't deserve in the slightest. And as he put the spices in the order you told him to, arranged the frozen foods in the freezer, and helped you cut up pork for dinner,… he couldn't help but feel like he wasn't doing enough.

He hated that feeling. Why? Why did he want to do something for you, his jailer? Why had he still been teaching you dark magic? Why had he not returned to the Neatherrealm and overthrown Quan Chi? Why did he want to sit next to you on the couch? Why does his fucking chest hurt?

"OW!"

"Shinnok?" Your head snapped in his direction. He'd been cleaning the dishes. It was odd, as you hadn't even asked that time. The bit of blood on his palm and the kitchen knife on the floor alerted you, and you went over to him.

"I'm fine," Shinnok said. He was about to put his hand away, but your own hand took it before he could. He froze.

"Always do knives by themselves when doing dishes, okay?" you said, taking a mini-med kit from the counter and dressing his wound.

There it was—that sensation in his chest again. You bandaged his hand so skillfully. You'd done this before, clearly. Likely to yourself. Stupid mortal. Stupid mortal, with your gentle hands and good food. Wretched mortal for the kindness. Abhorrent mortal for the.. the.. well, everything!

"…Right," he replied.

That night, Shinnok lay on the couch. You'd long been asleep. You had work tomorrow, after all. Shinnok already agreed to vacuum the apartment while you were gone.

Damn it all. He wasn't helping himself by doing all these things for you. He felt like it wasn't enough, which he hated.

After another hour of spiraling down a tunnel of why, how, when, and curse words, he came to the decision that he would need to do something else for you. Something other than doing dishes or helping cook. He needed something big, something that would sate his desire to just do things for you.

You'd left your phone on the kitchen counter. Shinnok had a pretty good idea of how to use it. It turns out Netflix can teach an old god new tricks. Now… where was he?

Chats: Two Johnny's, One [Y/n]

[Y/N]: Johnny Cage.

Annoying Johnny: Yo, [Y/n]! Dude, you will not believe the hottie I have in my bed right now! Wanna pic?

[Y/N]: This is Shinnok. I have no interest in your hottie. I need something that requires your wealth.

Old Man Johnny: Woah, what? What the hell are you doing with [Y/N]'s phone?

[Y/n]: Why are there two of you?

Old Man Johnny: Long story now what the hell do you want?

Annoying Johnny: Chill out, old me! Clearly Shinnok saw my new movie on Netflix and wants in on the next one!

[Y/n]: No. That film was horrendous. I demand you both listen to my words!

Shinnok growled at the phone screen. Two Johnny Cages… What was his mother thinking?

He jolted when the phone began to buzz in his hand. He quickly tapped the green symbol and put the phone near his ear, like he'd seen in the movies.

Johnny Cage, the older one, spoke.

"What the hell are you planning?"

"Something for [Y/n]."

There was a pause on the other line.

"For [Y/n]?" Johnny asked.

"Yes. For them," Shinnok replied.

Johnny rubbed his temples.

"Okay. Hit me."

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Shinnok: ew feelings *barf emoji*

Heyo, hoped you liked this part! I plan on one more part to this so stay tuned! Also this story is now on my AO3 account! The link is on my pinned post! This part will be added there soon!

These vine reference titles are getting outta head *bu-dum-tis*

[distracted-obsessions]

Can't You Hear Me Scream? Part 2

Part 1 | Part 3 | Masterlist

Warnings: Shock collars, Mal is called 'it', electrocution, Tell me if I need to tag more.

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Mal always loved missions. They always left him bruised and with a headache but there was something in him, a bloodlust that made the aches and pains worth it. It made everything worth it, even the fear from his team and the looks of revulsion and disgust from the people he chased down.

His body practically thrumed with excitement as the van rounded another curve, the siren hurting his ears and filling him with adrenaline. His hands had shook when he switched out his normal collar to his battle collar. His battle collar was his favorite. It has no automatic shock condition and was instead fully controlled by Simon. He supposed it could have been better but Simon was very careful with the shocks, preferring to settle things in public with as little pain as possible.

The van screeched to a stop at an overturned car and Mal waited as everyone else got their weapons, his knee bouncing so quickly that it made his entire body tremble. Simon grabbed his only weapon, the control to Mal's collar, and pointed at the doors.

Everyone instantly filed out with Mal bouncing out after them. Maya activated her boots and flew up to get an aerial view of the situation, Liam activated his stealth tech and disappeared, and Kate slammed her hands together, activating her gloves and making them glow red as she ran off in the direction of the destruction.

Mal stayed next to Simon. Simon preferred it that way and Mal didn't care, so lost in that bloodlust that even words seemed out of reach. Mal was just a weapon at that point and he couldn't care less if he tried.

They came across henchmen first who were either sent running by Simon or were dealt with by Mal who tackled them and put sleeping patches on their necks to be picked up later. By the fourth henchman, Mal was practically purring with delight.

When they reached the center of the disaster, they found The Deceiver (or an egotistical brat as Kate called him) sitting on a floating throne, perfectly relaxed dispite the screaming civilians underneath him and Simon in front of him.

"Hello, Mindmender," The Deceiver said, greeting Simon with a smile like Simon was an old friend.

"Deceiver," Simon greeted, much more emotionless.

"You know, I've never liked our names together," The Deceiver said thoughtfully. "Mindmender. Deceiver. I mean, they did everything short of telling us that we were going to be rivals. Maybe they should have said it. It would have hurt you less."

Simon glared and snapped his fingers. The other three dropped down behind him, matching sharp looks on their faces. "I'm not here to play."

The Deceiver smiled, a twisted little grin that made Mal nervous. "Too bad." The Deceiver pointed and a horde of henchmen came forward.

The battle was fierce. Mal lost himself in the fight, growls blending into each other as he dealt with henchman after henchman. When it became clear that The Deceiver was going to lose, he jumped from his throne and started to run.

"Mal!" Simon yelled, pointing over at The Deceiver.

Mal ran after him, practically giggling in delight. The Deceiver glanced back and Mal just barely caught the look of surprise before he tackled The Deceiver. They rolled and Mal ended up on top, grinning. He reached to grab a sleep patch-

"Puppy!"

Mal stopped and looked down at The Deceiver. He was... smiling? And looking at Mal like Mal was... cute? He reached up to scratch behind Mal's ear, making Mal's body relax slightly. He braced himself on The Deceiver's chest and tilted his head in confusion.

"I mean look at you! You're just having the time of your life, aren't you? Stars, you remind me of Ollie. They like to play too."

"I'm not... playing," Mal said slowly, unable to pull away from the light scratching. "I'm being scary."

The Deceiver laughed. "You're adorable! Who told you that?" He seemed to wait for an answer and when he didn't get one, the smile slid off his face, replaced with something that almost looked... concerned? "Who told you that?" He repeated, his tone more somber.

"MAL!"

Mal flinched at Simon's voice and scrambled for the sleep patch but The Deceiver suddenly thrust his hips up and rolled them over, knocking Mal off of him. He was... shockingly careful about it. He even cradled Mal's head so it wouldn't hit the ground before he got to his feet and jumped into an open manhole.

Mal laid on the ground until he heard footsteps. He could feel fury that didn't come from him coiling around his heart and squeezing, making him gasp. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see Simon, and let out a yelp when he was forcefully dragged to his feet and pinned to the wall.

"What the hell was that, Mal!?" Simon yelled in his face. Mal didn't answer. He felt a sudden harsh slap across his face. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

Mal opened his eyes, staring into Simon's. They were glowing a bright red that made Mal tense all of his muscles just to stop himself from trying to run. "S-sir, I-"

"You what, Mal?" Simon hissed, his voice echoing strangely. "You just sat there and let him get away? You managed to lose public enemy number 1 despite literally sitting on him? Is that what you did?"

"Sir-"

Simon shoved away from Mal and held up the little remote. Mal's eyes widened but before he could plead for mercy, Simon pressed the button.

The world disappeared in a haze of blinding white pain. Electricity arched over his skin, the sensitive scent gland on his neck, and down through his bones. He could hear himself scream as he crumpled to the ground, hitting his head against the pavement. The sudden dull pain running through his head was almost welcome as a distraction from the lightning in his blood.

All at once, it stopped. Mal was left twitching on the ground, trying to breathe. He blinked to try and make the world refocus, and saw Simon standing over him, yellow tendrils of light floating off of his shoulders.

No. Not yellow. Please-

They shot out and dug into Mal's chest, sending him into what felt like a hyperaware panic attack. He screamed again, this time in abject terror as Simon slowly leaned down into his face.

"17 people died today," Simon said, speaking dangerously quietly. "And when he comes back and takes more innocent lives, they will be on your head."

"I'm sorry!" Mal said, speaking desperately through tears and tremors. "I'm s-sorry, I'll do better next time, I swear, please, Sir!"

"Oh, I'm sure you will." Simon raised the remote again. Mal screamed and backed away, incoherent pleas falling from his lips.

"Simon, that's enough!"

Two sets of eyes turned towards Kate. Kate stomped forward and grabbed the remote out of Simon's hand. "It's just a wolf, Simon! Do you really think it could have stood up to anything the Deceiver told it? You're just being mean because you're upset. Go take a breather. I'll deal with the wolf."

Simon glared at Kate but the yellow light disappeared and he stomped off. Mal collapsed into a puddle of relief, gasping for air and trying not to cry. He felt a hand on his shoulder and flinched away, instantly regretting that as his entire body complained at the sharp movement. The throbbing in his head was no longer welcome as he tried to look up. He saw Kate crouching in front of him, watching him with annoyance and maybe pity?

"Hey, Mal. Time to go." She gestured back towards the van.

Mal just stared.

"Can you stand?"

Mal shook his head.

Kate sighed in annoyance and helped Mal up, not being rough but not exactly being gentle either. She flung Mal's arm over her shoulder and guided him towards the van.

"When Maya asks, don't tell her about Simon," Kate said as Mal half walked, half dragged himself along. "It'll make her upset. Just tell her that The Deciver gave you a beatdown. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir," Mal mumbled, wishing his body was in less pain so that he could feel the warmth of her touch.

"Good," Kate said, then added in a quieter voice, "He shouldn't have done that."

"'s not that big of a deal," Mal said, trying to make it smaller in his own head. It's not a big deal. It was my fault anyway. I deserved it.

"Right. Get some sleep tonight."

[akisunlovesnalu]

Take a bite of my Heart Tonight

A fairy tail AU that's been rotting in my notes for the last 4 years. I was thinking of posting it on AO3 seeing as the first arc is 95% done and I'm interested in finishing this story.... But I'm also an expert at dropping fics whenever I lose inspiration... So should i really post it?

Anyway, enjoy and tell me what you think! (I might just post in on AO3 anyways ;))

Summary: Natsu learns just how rude a Violinist can get when you barge into her practice room. And after Lucy Heartfillia unintentionally transfers into his school, she learns that, much like an elephant, Natsu Dragneel never forgets. Because of him, they both are forced to spend the rest of their day in detention. Accompanied by a temperamental Erza and an innocent Gray. But when they stumble upon mysterious artifacts sought by a vengeful ghost, they're thrust into a supernatural battle that binds their fates together. TLDR; Lucy, Natsu, Gray, and Erza start a food fight, become ghost hunters, get thrown into detention, and discuss the complexities of Romeo and Juliet. I’ll let you decide what order it all happens in.  A Ghost Busters Au (of sorts)

Intro:

The sun was high in the sky, encouraging what seemed like every single individual in town to wander the warm streets of Magnolia. Children ran around the town square, most playing with the fountain conveniently placed in the middle of it while teens conversed with each other, seated on benches or in chairs right outside of the only decent ice cream place in town. Parents gloated to each other, barely keeping an eye on their dogs which yipped and hopped around loudly. Old folks sat on tables, some lightly conversing with their partners while others sat stiff, glaring at each other between an intense game of chess. Everyone seemed to be in high spirits, happy to be outside doing something that they enjoy.

And then there was Natsu.

The young 16 year old boy groaned loudly, attempting and failing at running away from a scarlet haired woman who had been carelessly dragging him around by his shirt collar for the last 5 minutes.

“Erza~” The boy whined, waving his arms around him in childish frustration. His sharp canine like teeth stood out as he refused to quiet down his disruptive cries. Erza let go of his collar, turning to face him with a glare that was sure to scare even Satan off of his throne down in hell. She raised a fist, bopping him on his head decorated with soft pink hair.

“Shut your whining!” She demanded but eventually softened her glare as he pouted, rubbing the now sore spot on his head. “I know this sort of thing isn’t something you’d usually enjoy…” She sighed, gazing up at the building in front of them.

It was huge, large enough to be considered a school but much too extravagant to be considered ‘public’. The first floor seemed to have replaced all of its walls with glass windows, each one providing the view of an expensive walkway littered with obviously rich students. The brick of the exterior had been displayed as a bland gray color in order to put more contrast on the ginormous pink sign stuck to the top of the building which read: “Love and Lucky performing arts studio”

The red-head looked away from the studio and gave Natsu another pitying look. “I just wanted someone to explore new horizons with. Please bear with me, just this once.” The boy gave a disinterested grunt knowing that if he said anything else, his throbbing head would be the last thing he had to worry about. Erza smiled, satisfied with his answer and dragged him through the automatic glass doors.

The interior wasn’t much different from the outside if your mind were as simple as Natsu's. The only two words that came to mind while looking around the building were ‘Snobby’ and ‘Rich.’ The pink haired man was quick to hate the place, having already dealt with his fair share of financially superior boys. Not to say that he hadn't made sure to give each kid more bruises to count then all of their money combined. 

Erza led them to an elevator after having a boring conversation with the desk lady about the beauty of art. From there they found their way to the second floor where the two were scheduled to watch the showing of Romeo and Juliet. 

Natsu already felt tears well up in his eyes as he read the start and finishing times on the play bill. His friend had already promised to treat him to a meal after the show was over if he behaved. But it seemed she had forgotten to specify exactly how long he would be waiting. The play would last almost a full 3 hours.

This was going to take forever.

Thinking that he might as well enjoy his freedom while it lasts, the boy gave Erza the good ol’ bathroom excuse and rushed out of the large stuffy auditorium before any more questions could be asked. He decided to wander around, peeking his head into rooms that he believed were empty and living up to the title of school prankster.

After putting water on everyone’s seats in a room called ‘Improv theater’ Nastu decided that it was probably time to head back. He had seen at least three students wander past the otherwise empty hallway and decided that he’d rather not take his chances at the school for snobby art kids.

He had only turned a corner before he heard it. The soft sound of music wafting past his ears like a haunting melody. And peeking his head into that room met him with a sight that he was sure would stay embedded into his mind for years.

A girl no younger than him stood on a platform with a violin cradled under her chin and snuggly in her arms. She expertly stroked each string up and down, tapping her feet to an even pace. Her beautiful blond hair had been put up into a neat ponytail, not one strand hung out of place. Her eyes were closed so she was completely unaware of the boy creeping further into the room, following the sound of her music in a daze. Neither was the boy himself apparently because as his limbs moved on their own, his eyes stayed fixed on her face, more specifically her eye where a small tear slipped past her eyelids and onto the floor. 

Before any more tears had the chance to fall, Natsu had oh so gracefully hit his leg against the arm of a chair, letting out a silent curse as it throbbed in pain. Great. Now he had two bruises to worry about. 

The violin stopped, and the girl opened her eyes, darting them around in a panic. They settled on his very stiff figure and he saw her relax slightly, setting the violin down on the chair beside her. Neither of them spoke for a tense few seconds, him silently studying her, and her searching for any source of recognition.

“Who the heck are you?” He blurted out, cursing himself for his lack of filter. It wasn’t often he’d think this but Natsu seriously wished he had taken his rivals advice more seriously. The dark brown pupils of her eyes narrowed as he coughed, awkwardly shuffling his feet from side to side.

“I could ask you the same thing.” She snapped back, throwing her hands on her hips and walking down the small set of stairs to the right of her. 

The boy narrowed his eyes, taking in the practiced movement of her walk. He had forgotten for a moment but this performing arts studio was full of snobby upper class kids. Why the hell would she be any different?

“I got lost.” He growled out meeting her glare with his own.

“Mind getting lost somewhere else?”

“Gladly.” He hissed, turning heel and marching towards the exit. He was almost out of the door before he stopped, angling his head to her slightly and muttering just loud enough for her to hear. “It’s too bad you’re a snob… ya didn't sound half bad.”

The blond blushed and stuttered out a small thanks as the strange pink haired boy finally left the auditorium. As Natsu begrudgingly walked back to the showing of Romeo and Juliet, and the girl packed up her violin and walked to the limousine waiting out front, a barely noticeable star twinkled up in the sky, hidden by the sun's bright inferno of glittering rays.

That night the star stayed lit, attracting the attention of curious onlookers. Some people stared long and hard, pointing up in the sky and dancing around with exclamations of how pretty it was while others only glanced at it, nodding their heads before continuing on with their night. But one man had neither reaction.

One man with burly gray hair and a fair share of wrinkles scattered around his face gawked at the star through binoculars. Sitting on top of the town's very own Kardia Cathedral, this man observed the star with nothing but shock mirrored in his expression. There was so much he wanted to say, so many thoughts running around his head, but only one had the pleasure of leaving his dry lips. 

“...Oh shit.”

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Update post:

I’ve posted the story on ao3 and the first arc is already finished!

[nishayuro]

To our highest of highs, to my lowest of lows. Genshin Impact Imposter! Au

Self Aware Genshin AU (SAGAU)

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff 

GN! Reader

Summary: Waking up not in your room and in a grassy plain with a blue sky is definitely not what you thought would happen, so is being in the world of one of your games.

Part 1 , Part 2

Waking up in Teyvat, realising that it's probably not a dream, you start to panic a bit. “Oh god, how did this happen… uhh okay I have my phone…” you whispered, taking your phone and looking at the screen. You observed that there are no characters in your party, nor in your character page, you checked your inventory, nothing. “This is like starting from square one all over again, except I’m in actual Teyvat and I have no vision nor experience in weaponry…” You complained. 

You opened the map area to see that you are at the peak of Starsnatch Cliff, from there you can see the city of Mondstat. “Hmm, Let’s see if waypoints will work for me” you said, choosing to teleport to the statue of the seven at Windrise. 

A wave of dark fog engulfed you and when it dispersed, you were standing in front of an Anemo statue. “Now, I wonder what happens if I…” you mumbled, reaching towards the statue. A light of blueish green appeared and surrounded you. “So… Do I have Anemo powers now?” you asked yourself, ‘anemo!’ you thought and did a pushing motion. A gust of wind came out of your hands. “Yow!! I have powers now!!” you exclaimed. “Alright, time to head to Mondstat!” You said, looking at your map as a guide.

You traversed the terrain surprisingly easily with the help of your phone as a map. While you were walking, you spotted a group of hilichurls with their towers in the making setting up camp. ‘Uh oh…’ you thought, trying your best to remain calm, now it has settled into you that Teyvat is a dangerous place to wonder about. Monsters lurked almost everywhere. You tried to walk away from them but seemingly so, one has spotted you, immediately telling its peers of your presence, they ran towards you. 

‘Oh shit- I should run!’ and you did, but just as you were about to lose them, you tripped. 

You looked back in fear as they closed the distance, you braced yourself to protect you if they attacked, but lo and behold all they did was drop to their knees with a bow. 

“Wh-what…?”  you questioned, confused with what's happening. You saw a family of dendro slimes approach you, hesitantly you reached towards them, the slimes immediately relishing in your touch. You realised you weren’t in any danger right now and these mobs were only being friendly. ‘I’m so sorry for always attacking you all in game… I kinda needed the materials T-T ‘  you thought. 

After a while you got up and bid them goodbye. You walked towards the city gates of Mondstat. Although the teleport waypoints were available, you wanted to get the opportunity to explore the world on your own and maybe find chests on the way. Lucky for you, you managed to find some common and exquisite chests, containing trinkets, mora and some weapons. 

“Hmm… A polearm or the sword…?” you decided to take both. As you went to pick them up, you realised something, “Oh… I don’t have a bag…” you said out loud. You grabbed the polearm but then it disappeared. “Wha-” confused, you opened your phone and went to your inventory. “Ohh! They automatically go in the inventory? Cool! But… how do I wield it though…” excitedly, you tried thinking of the polearm. ‘Pls work pls work pls work… I summon the polearm’. You felt some metal in your hands and to your excitement, the polearm was in your hands. “Cool!! So that’s how the characters summon their weapons!!” you exclaimed. 

“Now to put it back… usually they do this…” you say, doing a sheathing motion. The weapon dissolved into particles and attached itself to your back, disappearing after some time. “This is soo cool!!” you say to yourself as you continue your walk. 

In the palace south of dragonspine, Barbatos runs into the throne room, alerting the guards and the divine creator. “Your grace! This imposter is no ordinary folk, they managed to acquire the power of Anemo! I felt it!” the Anemo archon exclaims. 

“Well, that must mean their destination is Mondstat. Have the acolytes patrol the city and the wilderness, their destination should be the city. Remember, bring them back to me alive.” the fake creator orders, a cold tone present in their words. 

“Yes, your grace.” Barbatos bows, and rushes out of the room to inform the Knights of Favonius about the order. 

‘Your downfall will be my victory, only one can remain, and you, true one, will die in my hands. You will have never existed, and I shall be the true ruler. For what is a land abandoned by its owner if not property of its new founder’ the imposter thought, a ghost of a smile creeping into their face. 

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[celestial-citrus]

More about Morven?

UWHAHWHAHAHAHAAHAH

MY BELOATHED ANTAGONIST

The 13th child of Queen Beira and her king consort Cérín. Just around 900 years old.

Morven is a childish, vengeful, and violent woman. She desires only power and control, her goal is to complete the task of her forebears and wipe humanity off the face of the planet, or enslave them, she doesn't fully care.

Years before the current day, a wise and just king ruled the ancient land of Pictii. Word of his piety reached even the Queen, and her heart softened towards the kingdom. I haven't settled on how exactly, but she bestowed the gift of magic on the king, to help the land prosper. Technically, the Queen was violating the treaty somewhat, but nobody questioned her, really.

This enraged Morven. How dare her mother give this filthy human magic? She decided to cause problems because of it. She watched for many years as he built up the kingdom and it grew, and she began to infiltrate his castle, first with the teachers of his sons, Nechtan and Bridei. She lured Nechtan into using Dark Magic, and he was caught, automatically booting him from the throne, making Bridei (who was adopted) the next king. As you can guess, this pissed Nechtan off. So he attacked them, mortally wounding his father, and cursing Bridei.

^^ I don't think ur face is supposed to do that

So Kenneth died. :] Morven expected Bridei to drop dead soon after too. But he did not. He was declared king almost immediately after, and began his ill-prepared rule. What the hell is his problem. He's not supposed to survive that, I mean LOOK AT HIM. This pissed her off, so she decided to confront him about it.

Unfortunately for her, despite the goop cascading from his eyes and mouth at all times, he's actually kinda handsome up close. Damn, this man is fine. This was a mistake. Bridei is incredibly freaked out by this woman appearing all the sudden, but she doesn't seem that bad, I guess. :]

Bridei had begun researching his curse, trying to learn some magic (apparently his curse came with magic too. Nifty. Nechtan is a dumbass.) Morven claims she wants to help. Bridei has nothing to lose, so he accepts. I think u can see where this is going. Maybe.

Yeah anyway they fall in love. Morven is disgusted, because he's a human. She should kill him. Because he sucks. But, wow his hair is soft, she can't see his eyes because they are dark pits of nothing, but dang if they aren't calming to look into. He asks her to be his queen. I mean, she is already a fay princess, so this means nothing, but it'll look good on a resume. They wed. Fay fertility works differently than humans, so after a hot minute, she is with child. Bridei is over the moon. As the time gets closer, she starts wondering, in the back of her mind... what if she stayed like this. What if she didn't cause issues anymore. She settled down, ruled alongside her human husband, had more kids... what if.....

Seconds after the thoughts entered her mind, she crushed them with a mental rock, smashing over and over and over until the thoughts were fine dust. What the hell is she going on about? She is MORVEN, FAY PRINCESS. SHE BOWS TO NO ONE. Right?

Anyway, I'm still fleshing out how exactly she goes about this- But after their baby Robert is born, she goes off the rails, attacks him and Bridei, then steals the babe away and locks Bridei up in his library. :]

After all that, she takes over Pictii, evicts most of the population, and plunges the kingdom into ruin. Bridei is mostly unawares, being locked up and all. She hands Robert over to her fay handmaids and has nearly nothing to do with the lad.

Despite all she did, she remains violently jealous of anyone who dares to go near Bridei. She sets up deterrents around the ruins of his castle so adventures face much peril attempting to do some Urbex.

I'm still trying to work out some kinks in the storyline, so don't hold all of this too close to the chest. It's bound to change.

[airlocksandaviaries]

can you share some random Dreamling headcanons plz?

You want to hear my headcanons?? 🥺💖 I'm honored!

Alrighty, Dreamling Headcanons, here we go:

Dream loves Hob's hair when it's long. Not too long, just above shoulder length, but it's enough for Dream to tousle and play with and run his fingers through. He protests whenever Hob gets a haircut, and insists he doesn't get any more than an inch cut off. Hob promises he won't but the barber usually makes it too short. Dream pouts about this.

Hob has an effect on the Dreaming. Not a big one, but enough to where Dream starts to notice. The flowers are always brighter in Fiddler's Green whenever Hob's dissertations have gone well. The library has Hob's favorite books automatically stacked on the tables whenever he comes to visit. And whenever Hob has a bad night, his memories rear up like tidal waves in the waters of the dreamers. Dream grumbles about the Dreaming betraying him, but secretly he is glad about it because he knows that it means that his subjects and lands have accepted Hob.

Hob is a face kisser. Whenever he and Dream have been kissing, he can't help but follow it up with a little peck on Dream's cheek, or his eyebrow, or his nose. It leaves Dream slightly shocked every time, with that thousand yard stare of his, but Hob knows that he enjoys it.

I have a strange headcanon that if Dream were to be trapped as a human by a curse for a short time for whatever reason, and couldn't access the Dreaming, he would of course start writing his stories down, but I also believe he would enjoy painting. Hob brings him a set of oils as he's moping in Hob's flat, and suddenly Hob is in awe as Dream is able to produce the most stunning paintings of the trees in Fiddler's Green, the light seeping through the stained glass above his throne, and the feathers on Matthew's wings as he flies. Hob hangs them all up and they stay on his walls, even after Dream's curse is lifted.

Sometimes Dream gets emotional or scared or angry or tired, and forgets to maintain his human form. He gets sort of fuzzy around the edges, his coat fading into the ground, hair seeping through the fabric of reality, his pale skin melting like a pool of wax in between sleeping and waking. This is usually when Hob finds whatever semblance of a hand (or claw) that Dream still has, and holds onto it, until Dream slowly comes back to himself and is able to rebuild his human form. Dream worries that Hob is scared of him when this happens. He is not.

Hob loses items throughout history, items that mean a lot to him, such as a jacket or a piece of jewelry or notebook that belonged to him long ago. He scours the local museums to find them, but to no avail. He always grumbles that he thinks they've ended up in some pawn shop and then sold to a hoarder. Once in a while though, after he's complained about losing something, it will show up on his desk the next morning. No explanation, but sometimes it's covered in sand. Hob doesn't need two guesses as to how it got there.

[bihanspookies]

Heyy, Would you mind if I requested something for Quan Chi? The fem!reader loses her virginity to him :3 ( it’s totally fine if you’re not comfortable with writing for him)

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND 🫶🫶🫶

I hope I did him justice for you!

Summary: You’re Quan Chi’s apprentice and after completing one of his more tedious lessons, he decides to have a drink with you. You may or may not have let it slip that you’re inexperienced and also that you fantasize about your first time being with him.

Warnings: Fem reader, age gap (reader is early 20’s and Quan Chi is who knows how old he’s just old lmao), p in v, oral (m+f), minor choking, virginity loss, shy inexperienced reader, quan chi gets a smidge freaky deaky👁️, soft!dom quan chi with one or two moment of him being a little mean?, reader is implied to be in love with him.

“Be careful what you wish for, little one.”

Quan Chi’s voice rumbles through your chest, traveling all the way down to the ends of your toes. You peer up at him from your place on your knees, your skin pressing through the material of your pants and onto the rough ground, leaving imprints behind. How you ended up here you didn’t quite remember, all you recall is having a bit of a celebratory drink with your master after successfully completing one of his lessons.

He sits poised on his throne, it was a chair really, but with how much you admired him anything he touched automatically became regal. He was meticulous, pragmatic, intelligent, all things you looked up to along with other traits he possesses. Conniving, manipulative, and cunning are just a few of the things that make up your glorious master Quan Chi.

A long white finger sets under your chin, tilting your head up a bit higher as his crimson eyes inspect you. You remain perfectly still, allowing your master to maneuver you however he pleases. He places the tip of his finger on either side of your chin to turn your head side to side, not a word spoken from his painted lips until—

“Speak, child.”

His usage of that word has your stomach twist. You were young yes but not nearly as naive or dim witted as some other people around your age. Quan Chi on the other hand had years and years upon you, looking no more than a 50 year old man. You swallow hard to quench your dry throat, your fingers flexing into the meat of your thighs as you try to conjure up the courage to tell him what you really want. Normally you’re never this reserved, this quiet, always speaking your mind to Quan Chi (in a respectful way of course) and he admired you for it.

But this wasn’t another necromancy lesson, this was you potentially asking your teacher to take something very precious from you.

You cast your gaze downwards to which he responds with a two finger tap to your cheek.

“Eyes on me. Do not look away when I ask you a question.”

The command in his voice sends a chill down your spine and you do your best to suppress it. He notices of course, takes in the way your shoulders tense the slightest bit and how the barest array of goosebumps break across your skin. The area between his eyebrows creases and you have the urge to smooth it out with your thumb, kiss it away with your lips and show Quan Chi what you want rather than say.

“Apologies, Master Quan Chi.”

He removes his finger from your face to gently put his hand up, commanding you to stop.

“We are not master and student right now.”

Your breath catches in your throat and you clear it to answer him back.

“It seems we are not.”

Your response has the corner of his lips quirk up the faintest bit, having him lean back in his chair and uncross his legs. Your eyes trail down his form, his muscles, white skin and red tattoos shining in the orange hue of the overhead lights. They give him an almost ethereal glow and you find yourself imagining his chest without his cuirass, how his muscles would shift and move as he towered over you—

“Lost in your thoughts again, little one?”

His laughs rings beautifully in your ears, dark and rich like him and you find yourself smiling back softly at him. You lock eyes with him, the deep reds of his irises swirling with amusement and something else.

“Apologies Ma— Quan Chi…”

He gives a singular nod, the subtle widening of his legs not going unnoticed by you. You yourself move closer to him, just enough for your knees to touch the ends of his boots. He rests his arms on the sides of his chair, expression now unreadable and he silently ponders how to move forward with you.

“I need to hear your words if you wish to proceed.”

Even in a situation such as this he remains ever so methodical and professional. It brings a grin to your lips, making him tap his foot to grab your attention.

“I want to do this. With you. I…” You shift on your knees, scooting just a bit more in between his legs.

You wouldn’t say those words now, not yet. It wasn’t the time nor place.

“I trust you.”

His smile grows just a fragment bigger, eyes taking in your form kneeling at his feet.

“You will listen to every word and command I say, understood?” You nod, excitement and heat pooling in your belly.

“Words, little one.”

“Yes Quan Chi.” He smirks at you, tapping the tips of his fingers in a rhythmic pattern on the sides of his chair.

“Unbuckle them.”

You’re confused at first, wondering what he’s referring to until he makes a very pointed look towards his groin. Your eyes visibly widen, only now noticing the tent that has formed behind his pants. You move closer, hands trembling slightly as they go and settle on his buckle. You look up for affirmation, only to find him staring down his nose with no expression whatsoever.

You undo the buckle, your heart thudding wildly behind your chest as your stiff fingers pull down his zipper. You brush against his bulge every so often and it makes your mouth salivate. Soon enough it rests in between the flaps of his pants, hiding behind his dark undergarments. Your fingers skim down the length, eyes half lidded as you feel the heat seep through the material.

Quan Chi only watches you, waiting with vacant eyes as you simply touch him. He’s a man of patience, but blood continuously rushing south the more you caress him. Even a sorcerer such as he can only be so patient before he cracks and orders you to place him in your mouth.

Just when he was about to speak up, his eyes widen the tiniest fraction when you lean forward to kiss him, your lips burning through the fabric and straight onto his cock. You look up at him to see if what you did was okay and when he gives the barest nod of acknowledgement you go forward and pull his garments down.

Gods he was truly magnificent on every inch of his body wasn’t he.

Nestled under a neatly trimmed bush of dark hair, the red tattoos adorning his arms also decorated the sides of his shaft. The dedication he had for the Dragon King’s army knowing no bounds as its intricate pattens that were found on the tomb, decorated him from base to just under the tip. You were clearly zoned out in taking in his appearance, your glazed over eyes making the sorcerer chuckle.

“You understand how to give oral, yes?” He rests a hand on the back of your head, massaging your scalp as he waits for your answer.

“The basics, yes.” Your voice is soft but firm, forcing yourself to look Quan Chi in the eyes.

“Then trust I will guide you. You said you trusted me so show it.” His hand pushes on the back of your head, your nose and lips skimming across his pale white skin. He removes his hand from you once your mouth starts moving on its own, skirting to his tip and pressing against the small beads of cum that’ve collected. Your lips part and your tongue shyly flicks out to taste him, his seed thin and slightly bitter tasting. You want to peek up and look at him, but you will yourself to not and instead wrap your lips around his head and circle your tongue around.

He’s still, not moving an inch or making a peep and you think you have to do more to get some sort of reaction from him. Slowly you sink down, taking your time to let your mouth adjust to his size, the ends of your teeth scraping lightly against him.

“Mind your teeth, little one.” His voice speaks up suddenly, your body flinching. He laughs again, placing his hand on the back of your head.

“Relax.” He tells you, smoothing his hand over before laying against the arm of his chair.

You get back into it, taking your time to taste and feel the weight of him on your tongue, closing your eyes and letting yourself feel in the moment. At one point you try to to go all the way down to the base, it proving more difficult than you thought because you gagged around him, your head rushing back up to take him out your mouth. Your cheeks burn from embarrassment, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. He’s quiet and you’re too ashamed to look at him, taking a deep breath to try again. You grasp him in your hand and part your lips.

“Enough.”

He moves to stand, making you inch back on your legs. He tucks himself back in and holds a hand out to you, waiting for you to take it. You place your hand in his and he helps you stand up. His expression is unreadable but you think you can make out the faintest smirk on the corner of his lips.

“Let’s move somewhere more… comfortable.”

———-

You thought Quan Chi was perfect in every way, from his mind to his soul (or lack there of) to his body. But in this exact moment you wish he had hair on his head so you could grasp it tight in your fingers and pull him closer to your aching cunt. All you could do was squeeze your thighs around him as he drove his tongue into you agonizingly slow, taking his time to taste and feel how you clamp around him. His fingers dug into your thighs, forcing you still as his sharp nose pressed into your clit. You open your mouth to say something, anything, but instead let out a high pitched moan as Quan Chi moves to suck harshly at your bud, teasing two fingers back into your warmth. He sinks them all the way to the knuckles, your soft walls pulsing around him deliciously.

“You taste delectable, my dear.” He groans, locking eyes with you as he kisses up your body, his lips leaving burning trails in their path as he makes his way to you. His long nimble fingers massage your flesh, teeth biting just enough to send a quick sting, tongue immediately soothing over the faint indents. Soon he hovered over you, his cock resting on your thigh and arms placed on the sides of your head.

He dragged his hand down your frame and gave your breast a firm grasp, his nails leaving behind crescent marks and thin red lines as he continued to scratch his way down.

He hooked your legs over his hips, pushing himself in between your slick folds, nudging his head against your swollen clit.

“How small you are beneath me, little one. So fragile…” His fingers envelope your throat, giving an experimental flex and enjoying the way he can feel your muscles tense beneath him. Your breath hitches, your own hand coming to graze against his cheek. For the briefest moment he’s eyes soften, shoulders slump the tiniest fraction and his fingers let up a centimeter. But as quickly as it came it disappeared, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a smirk.

“I’ll ask you one more time. You trust me, yes?”

“With my life.” His smirk grows bigger, his hands coming to grasp your hands and lock them above you.

“Excellent.”

One hand illuminates green, rotating in a half circle and you feel something bind your wrists together, pinching them. Twisting your head up, your stomach tightens with fear and excitement when you see a glowing skull and spinal cord, the skull perched right over your fingers. Your graze drifts back to Quan Chi’s, an eerie smile painted on his black lips.

He grasps himself, dragging the head up and down your sticky folds before lining up with your hole. He pushes in slightly, your body tensing from the sudden intrusion. He pauses, but doesn’t remove himself, his eyebrow raising at you.

“You wanted this, remember? Trust your master.”

You slowly let your breath out, your fingers twitching to reach out and touch him, being mildly annoyed that he decided to tie you up.

Quan Chi pushes forth again, inch by inch sinking into your warmth. You force yourself to focus on his face, ignoring the pain and memorizing his features, the way the space between his eyebrow crease once again. A muscle in his neck ticking, nails piercing right into your skin.

“Oh, Gods—“ You whimper, your cheeks burning hot and feeling the stretch of him fill you out. A snicker bubbles from the necromancer, observing how you’re slowly crumbling from him and he hasn’t even started to properly fuck you yet.

“Look at you, already falling apart on my cock, hm? Pathetic, really.” His words barely register in your brain, too zoned in on the way his pelvis brushes against your clit.

“Look at me.”

You look at him in a daze, your walls involuntarily clamping around him.

“Look at me as I bring your body to immeasurable heights of pleasure. How I will ruin you for anyone else.” He places both hands on your thighs, his fingers gripping onto you as he starts to rock his hips. He watches the way he disappears, how you swallow his cock, your arousal adding a glistening shine to the tattoos adorning his pale skin.

His lips part ever so slightly, the sounds of your wet cunt filling his ears and dripping down to soak his black satin sheets. It’s a sight he could have on replay for the rest of his life, your whimpers and whines urging him to take you harder and faster. But he withholds himself, knowing that your first time should be should be tender, or at least as tender as he could be.

He thumbs your clit, rotating circles as he shifts his hips more, his other hand coming to grasp onto your breast. His calloused palm engulfs it completely, kneading it to the rhythm of his thumb. You can feel yourself succumbing to the white hot pleasure coursing through your veins, yanking against your bindings to attempt to touch him but they only get tighter with every pull.

“Quan Chi….”

His gaze snaps to you, hand leaving your breast to cup around your throat. Your pulse jumps beneath, mewling when his thumb and index press into you.

“I’ve had many lovers, but not as intoxicating as you. Such a pretty thing…” The knowledge of him taking others makes your stomach churn in an unfamiliar way. Jealousy yes but also knowing that he knows exactly how to treat you makes you whimper. His still moves at a calm pace, steadily driving you up the wall because you want more.

You need more.

“Please, I need—“

“Demanding something of me, little one?” You gulp, opening your mouth to respond but he cuts you off, tutting and shaking his head.

“What a needy thing.”

At the same time his grip around your throat tightens and his hips move harder, your breasts bouncing with every thrust. Your eyes flutter, a slow whine passing your lips as the pleasure increases throughout your body. Quan Chi laughs, loving how your form just complies to him, molds and shapes to everything he gives you. It’s a dark feeling that swirls within him, for he’s used to manipulating and commanding others to be in his control.

But this was different, you were different and he loved it.

You can feel your muscles tensing in your stomach, the familiar knot building higher and higher until you were sure that you were going to black out from how much pressure was building up.

He presses harder on your clit, fucking your cunt with more vigor, wanting to witness the moment you come undone.

“Look at you, ready to come apart from my cock. Go on then, come.”

He leans closer to you, smirking down as he feels your pussy start to spasm around him.

“Such a good girl.”

Stars and colors burst in your vision, body jerking as your climax takes over. Your legs squeeze shut around his hips and pull him in closer. He continues to fuck you, abusing your sensitive clit while engraving your convulsing body into his mind. He can see you struggling against your restraints and for a moment he decides to indulge you, waving his magic away to release you. Your shaky hands shoot out and clasp onto his shoulders, bringing him to your level and burying your face into his neck.

He runs his hand up and down your side, removing his thumb from you and going to pet your head in a soothing gesture.

“Poor pretty thing.”

He feels how shaky and hot your breath is against his neck, sending shivers down his back. His cock throbs in you, reminding you that he didn’t finish. You pull back and stare deep into his eyes, coming to cup his cheek.

“You didn’t— you didn’t c—“

“No, but no matter.”

He teases his lips against yours, the tip of his sharp nose sweeping over yours.

“I still have much more to teach you.”