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littlefireball · 20 days

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YH|Our Offspring (M)

Part 2 of I think I love you (Part 1 is here)

Dragon Hybrid King Yunho x Human Queen Reader

"Y/N?" Yunho softly called out your name, noticing that you were still deep in sleep and unaffected. Since he had a change of heart towards you, he had grown even more fond of staying by your side and had become quite clingy. It's more accurate to say that he's like a big puppy rather than a dragon.

He wrapped his hand around your waist and nuzzled into the hollow of your neck, greedily inhaling your unique scent that belonged only to you.

Perhaps last night was too intense, as no matter how he caressed you, you still didn't wake up. A wicked thought flashed through Yunho's mind, and an evil smile slowly formed on his face.

He gently pecked at your nape, his lips sliding tenderly across your skin, occasionally teasing your sensitive nerves. Whether it was the numbing sensation on your neck or the awakening arousal, you let out a muffled sound. Yunho couldn't help but stop and cautiously observe your reaction.

Luckily, it was just a false alarm. He continued to tease your nape, leaving several love bites along with the sound of sucking. Proudly, he looked at the marks he left on your body, gently kissing the reddened skin.

His hand around your waist slid down your body, following its contours until it reached your pants, and his well-defined fingers slipped into your panties. He stared at your sleeping face while teasing your clit.

"Still wet, so good for me." He massaged it from time to time, and occasionally gave it a hard press, sending waves of pleasure that made you involuntarily make sounds.

"Stay still, my girl," he whispered in your ear, his breath falling on it. Although you didn't wake up, your body was being honest. He could feel your body temperature gradually rising, and it became even wetter beneath him.

"Let me eat you out." He slowly moved between your thighs, removing your sleep pants and panties, only to find that you were already soaked.

"Wet already," he said with a satisfied smile, burying himself between your thighs to give your lower core wet kisses. His tongue glided over your skin, sucking your sweet juices, occasionally emitting low growls like a wild animal.

Everything about you accelerated his heart rate and set his blood on fire. He bit softly and licked, mixing pleasure with a pulsating rhythm.

Your cunt became more soaked, and Yunho grew more excited, intensifying his movements. His fingers slipped into your wet cunt, carefully going in and out, rubbing against your sensitive inner walls.

"I wanna fuck you so hard." It was only 6 a.m., but due to Yunho's sudden surging sexual desire, he desperately wanted to make love to you.

His fingertips brushed against every part, and the tingling sensations caused your body to react, curling up as you wanted more. "You are horny, right? Let me fuck you." His cock was already rock hard, covered in pre-cum, and his reddish-purple tip was on the verge of bursting.

He pulled down his pants after removing his fingers and slowly pushed into your wet entrance. An immediate warmth enveloped his cock, threatening to make him cum prematurely.

"Oh fuck, you feel so good." Yunho moved slowly in and out, grinding against your cunt, his hand covered in your juices caressing your chest, while his thumb circled around your nipples, enjoying their softness.

Once again, he buried himself in the hollow of your neck, thrusting forcefully into the depths, completely forgetting that you were still asleep.

The bed frame creaked with Yunho's movements, combined with his vigorous thrusts, and it woke you up. In that instant, you felt your lower core being filled, constantly sucking in that massive organ while your sensitive spots were gently stimulated.

"Ah~yunho~" you moaned your lover's name, your excitement causing your back to arch.

"Oh Y/N. Did I wake you up?" "No, oh fuck, it feels so good." Seeing you wake up, he no longer held back his speed, as he increased his pace, repeatedly pounding against your G-spot.

"Oh fuck! fuck! fuck!" The sudden stimulation made you scream loudly, a sound that could definitely be heard by anyone passing by.

"Baby, I wanna cum." His thrusts lost their previous rhythm, leaving only the desire for climax. "Oh my god!" After a few more thrusts, he came inside you, and you reached orgasm as well.

"No, it's not enough." "What?" Before you could react, he flipped you over and penetrated your cum-filled cunt once again.

"Ah~yuyu~"

"You better not call me that, or I won't be able to control myself," he bent down, both hands caressing your arms while interlocking fingers.

His breath sprayed in the hollow of your neck, and the speed of his thrusts couldn't be compared to before. This time, it was like a ferocious flood, pounding your deepest parts at an incredible pace.

"Ah! Ah! yunho~slow down!" "Endure a little longer, I'm cumming." His speed didn't slow down at all, continuing to thrust forcefully. You buried your face in the pillow to suppress your screams, feeling your body reach its limits. "Ah~" With a cry, Yunho climaxed inside you once again, his overflowing sperm staining the bed sheet.

However, it seemed like his body could never be satisfied. After climaxing twice, he was already incredibly hard again.

"No way..."

"I am sorry, Y/N. I am so fucking horny." Once again, he turned you around and lifted your legs onto his shoulders, entering your cunt once more.

"Oh fuck!"

"Milk me dry, Y/N."

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Just this morning, you had already done six rounds. If it weren't for your physical exhaustion and hunger, Yunho probably wouldn't want to stop. He knew that his current situation was driven by his nature.

He wanted to knot you, marking you as his lifelong partner. But he had always been afraid, only daring to ejaculate inside you like a regular human.

He was afraid that you wouldn't be able to withstand the pain of knotting and that pregnancy would be especially hard for you. His natural instincts left him in a dilemma.

"Oh fuck..." He looked down at his erect member, unsure of what to do. Even if he wanted to focus on work, his mind was spinning, unable to concentrate. Knotting you were all he could think about.

"Knock─Knock─"

"Come in." Yunho immediately crossed his legs and tried to act calm.

"Yuyu?" You entered his office with a plate of snacks and herbal tea, calling his name gently. Shit, he might lose control again.

"Are you okay?" You cupped his face and noticed that his ears were red.

"I... I am okay... And you?" He planted a loving kiss on your hand, looking at you with tenderness.

"I'm fine, and I know you're horny, right?" He nodded helplessly.

"And you want to knot me?"

"What... How did you─" Before he could finish speaking, you placed a finger on his lips, stopping his words.

"Before I married you, I had read some books about dragons and I know your current situation. Yunho, I am yours and only yours. I want your knot."

"But it may hurt..."

"It's okay because I love you. It's your nature, and I don't want you to suffer."

"But what if you get pregnant? It's different from regular humans─"

You kissed him, silencing his words. When you broke apart, you pecked him again, saying, "I want to carry your child."

Upon hearing your response, he could no longer resist the urge to cup your face and kiss you. His kiss was both passionate and tender, and as you held onto him, you responded to his kiss, surrendering yourself completely to him, feeling the love between the two of you.

You took off your underwear and pulled up your dress while Yunho undid his pants and freed his cock.

"I love you." Before you could finish your sentence, he gently cupped your face and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was filled with a sweet mutual passion, but also with his intense desire and possessiveness over you. You yielded to him, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth, intertwining with yours as he delved into every part of you.

As you guided him towards you, you slowly sank down onto his cock, feeling the exquisite pleasure of each deep thrust.

Your bodies moved in sync, the excitement building until it consumed your every thought; the symphony of your moans and the rhythmic collision of flesh drowned out all other sounds, enveloping you in a world of pure ecstasy.

"Mmm...yuyu..." His pet name for you escaped your lips, driving him wild with desire. He could feel the heat rushing to the tip of his cock, hardening it even further.

"Fuck, you know just how to drive me crazy," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. With one swift motion, he lifted you up and pinned you down on the desk, sending files cascading to the floor like a white carpet.

His thrusts became more rhythmic, each one eliciting a cry of pleasure from you. Leaning down, he placed tender kisses on every inch of your body, marking you as his own.

As your hands explored each other's bodies, a fiery desire ignited, urging you to feel every inch of skin. You caressed his neck and ran your fingers along his back.

His lips on your sensitive skin elicit a soft moan, prompting you to tilt your head, granting him more access. He seized the moment, intensifying the kiss and relishing each touch.

The table trembled beneath the passion, but it only added to the thrill. Yunho sat up, his hands on your waist as you wrapped your legs around him, allowing him to delve deeper.

The sensation of your intimate connection drove him wild. He was consumed by the warmth and comfort of your embrace, his moans echoing in the room.

"Y/N, you feel so good~I have to mark you."Your heart raced as the heat within you threatened to overflow. With a sudden movement, he flipped you over, a moment of anticipation hanging in the air.

"Ah~~yunho~" Your chest was pressed against the table, and the wet and sticky feeling made you somewhat uncomfortable. However, the sexual desire in your mind urges you to forget about this discomfort. Yunho entered you again and hit you G spot in one smooth motion.

A surge of conflicting sensations washed over you, leaving you simultaneously thrilled and numb. Your knees threatened to buckle, but his steady hold on your pelvis prevented you from collapsing.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" He continued to thrust in the same spot, each movement drawing out a soft moan from you and causing your body to squirm with pleasure.

"Ouch! It hurts!" In an instant, the pleasure turned into a sharp pain, and you couldn't help but cry out. It felt as though your lower body was being torn apart, and his member seemed to grow larger and penetrate deeper.

"Hang in there, darling," he said through clenched teeth, thrusting with all his strength. He felt a pang of guilt for causing you pain, but this was an essential part of the knotting process. Once his member had entered your most intimate space, he couldn't pull out without risking serious harm to you.

You closed your eyes tightly, your fingertips turning white from gripping the edge of the table, sweat glistening on your skin.

"You can do this, baby," he whispered, his kiss broken yet comforting as your fingers intertwined, giving you strength.

"I'm cumming." "Please...yunho..."With a few intense thrusts, he released inside you, his teeth grazing your nape as he completed the intimate connection.

Breathless, he withdrew and tenderly turned you around, wrapping his arms around you. A gentle kiss on your forehead helped to soothe the intensity of the moment.

"Thank you, my love," he said with a smile.

"I love you,"you replied, your voice filled with sincerity.

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"Your Highness, these are the letters received this morning," the butler said and you are motioning for the butler to place several envelopes on your desk. You and Yunho now worked together in managing the affairs of the country, aiming to ease his workload.

Lately, you have been feeling unusually fatigued despite not engaging in strenuous activities. Your appetite had waned significantly, and even foods you once relished now made you feel queasy.

"Your Majesty, you don't look well. Should I call a doctor?" The bulter concerned voice broke through your thoughts. You nodded, a frown of discomfort creasing your brow. As the butler left to summon the physician, Yunho entered the room.

"Y/N? Are you alright?"

"Yunho, I'm not feeling well." He immediately checked your temperature, finding it to be normal.

"Do you feel any pain? Any discomfort? Should I call a doctor?"

"Relax. The butler has already sent for one. It could be something I ate or a passing illness."

Yunho's worry was palpable, and you reached out to stroke his head, offering comfort.

"Let's rest for now, okay? Let's not worry about these tasks." You reassured him, "Everything will be alright."

After a while, the doctor arrived, and everyone waited anxiously outside the room for news.

Yunho paced restlessly, his concern evident. The butler tried to reassure him, "Your Majesty, Her Majesty will be fine." Yunho was usually composed, except when it came to you; then, his worry was uncontainable.

Finally, the door opened, and Yunho rushed to your side.

"Is she alright?"

"Congratulations, Your Majesty. Her Majesty is three weeks pregnant."

"Pregnant?!" Yunho's excitement was palpable, and he hugged you tightly, his joy overflowing.

"I'm going to be a father!" he exclaimed, pressing his ear against your stomach, brimming with happiness.

"You won't hear anything yet!" You chuckled, patting his head. He looked into your eyes, tears of joy welling up.

"It's going to be a journey, Y/N. Thank you, and I love you." He kissed you gently.

"We'll face it together. I love you too." You smiled, returning his kiss.

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Unlike humans, who typically have a nine-month gestation period, you miraculously gave birth after just six months, welcoming a baby boy into the world.

Yunho, already displaying a playful and caring nature, spent the entire day running around the mountain with his son, bringing joy to all who witnessed their bond.

"Hey, mom. Look, I picked your favorite fruit for you," Yunho's son exclaimed, handing you a red cherry with a proud smile.

"Thank you, my dear," you replied, savoring the sweet fruit before a sudden wave of nausea overcame you.

"Are you feeling alright, Y/N?" Yunho rushed to your side, concern evident in his voice.

"I think so. But this feeling... It's familiar. Could it be poor appetite and tiredness again?" you pondered aloud.

"Are you... pregnant?" Yunho's eyes widened in realization.

"Yes, I am pregnant again," you confirmed, a mix of surprise and happiness in your voice.

"Oh, my goodness!" Yunho's face lit up with joy as he scooped you up in his arms, celebrating the news.

"Mom, what does pregnant mean?" Yunho's son asked, curious about the excitement.

"It means there's a little baby growing inside mommy's tummy. Here, come listen," Yunho explained, guiding his ear to your belly with a smile.

"You won't hear anything yet, little one," you chuckled, patting their heads lovingly.

And so, the family's story continued, filled with love, laughter, and the promise of new beginnings. In this world where humans and dragons coexisted harmoniously, their bond only grew stronger with each passing day.

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez smut #ateez x female reader #ateez x reader #ateez x y/n #ateez imagines #ateez oneshot #ateez yunho #ateez fluff

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kirbyskisses · 1 year

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monster iwa…. is rewiring my brain chemistry

oh sem. my queen, you have awakened my little godzilla/mothra = iwaizumi/reader heart. i will now enter a feral unhinged state - i take no responsibility for what is about to happen.

tw: hybrids, monsterfucking, breeding mention, size kink, “just the tip”. minors/ageless blogs dni

godzilla type hybrid!iwa, a monster man with these huge muscular, gray-scaled arms and claws, sharp teeth, a long, heavy tail and back spines. still with that handsome face, a head of dark-brown hair and cold green-grey eyes that bore down on you. he’s so big

has a downright possessive love for his queen - a good-hearted little thing - mostly human but with fuzzy hair, bright eyes and precious moth wings.

he groans and curses and roars - a grumpy protector - but alway simmers down into a loud, comforting purr when he wraps his tail and huge body around you.

he doesn’t quite get what your chirps and cries are about while his slippery, long, blue tongue penetrates you but he doesn’t mind too much.

“have to prep you, little lady. st’p trying to close yer legs! i’m not gonna hurt my lovely queen. just gonna eat you up…”

and he does. :(

eats your fat little pussy like a man starved - huge claws breaking into the nest he’s made below you so they don’t tear into your thick thighs instead.

monster!iwa has no technique, he doesn’t need any. :(

has a tongue so long it slobbers on your clit while reaching deep, deep inside your walls.

a constant squelchsquelchsquelch and unceasing suckling noises echo around as he only takes breaks to say “sweetest fuckin’ pussy,” “that’s m’ goddess - stretch nice and wide…” before spitting on the overstimulated bundle of nerves and starting again.

you must’ve cum four times by the time he stops, wings, antennae and body twitching and twittering barely able to make a coherent noise - pussy lips still convulsing after minutes on end.

monster!iwa is so big you can feel him deep, deep in your tummy when he thrusts his cock in.

promises to start with the tip but your gummy walls are so addictive, so sweet and drippy around his bulbous tip that he can’t resist and lets out a choked roar as he bottoms out inside you.

*sniffle* trying to grip the hardened scales on his shoulders. :((

trying to kick or fly or do something, anything to get the pressure out because it’s so fat inside you but you’re immobilized - by his weight on top of you, his tail wrapping behind you - pulling you into him

his monstrous, long tongue delving inside your mouth forcing you to suck on the slippery muscle as your pussy sucks in his cock ☹️

the obscene sounds your little cunt makes reverberate around the room, mingling with high-pitched whines and breathless moans

“that’s my pretty little moth. my cute little queen.” he smirks, practically able to see the thoughts leave your brain; there’s nothing but him, him, him

and fuck, you’re so small. so delicate. chubby and soft with the most beautiful wing and eyes. gone is your usual bubbly smile - just your perfect lips letting out tiny gasps.

he growls like an animal when you mutter, barely coherent.

“look ‘t me. look ‘t your king - open your eyes and say it louder.”

and so you do, because he’s the king of the monsters and he’s filling you too well for you to disobey.

“wan’ your eggs hajime, pleaseeee - wan’ your babies!”

and he bares his sharp teeth with a vicious smirk at the thought of you heavy with his hybrid heir, breasts milky and full - your plump little form unable to do anything ‘cept waddle ‘nd cry for your big kaiju husband to help you. ☹️

of your plump little form unable to do anything ‘cept waddle ‘nd cry for your big kaiju husband to help you. ☹️

oh, he’s addicted.

#queen sem😩😩😩#I am the world’s biggest godzilla fan he was made for me.#also check out my post about kaiju no 8 for more monster!iwa #monster!iwa #tw monsterfucking #tw hybrids #hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #smut #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer #mothzilla #kirby’s asks🌸#x plus size reader #x chubby reader #x black!reader

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sanjoongie · 4 months

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Wet

𐂂Pairing: White Tiger! Hybrid Reader (f) x Spotted Deer! Hybrid San 𐂂Au: Hybrid au 𐂂Trope: best friends to lovers 𐂂Genre: smut, pwp 𐂂Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact! 𐂂Summary: one day you pick up your best friend after a long day of work and can't help but smell his arousal. then you pounce 𐂂Word Count: 1 811 𐂂Warnings: hand job, oral (m), praise kink (m), dom! Reader, sub! San, cum eating 𐂂Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland for being hardworking beta readers. @starlitmark because you gotta tag the hybrid queen when you write one 𐂂divider credit to @cafekitsune

San opened the passenger’s side door and climbed into your car. He smelled like cotton candy and whiskey, which was exactly like the strip club that he bartended for smelled like. “Hey,” San murmured tiredly.

“Hi Sannie!” You greet him in the driver’s seat. You always picked him up after his late Saturday night shift, insisting that he should never have to worry about anything after. “How was work?”

“Fine,” San rubbed a hand over his face, “I’m starving.”

“Oh!” You unbuckle your seatbelt and get on your knees to reach into the backseat. “I brought you a yummy salad, let me grab it.”

San watched with large eyes as your tail perked up at your excitement. Your tail raised the skirt you were wearing and bared the back of your thighs for his viewing pleasure. He watched at how the body glitter that you dusted over yourself all the damn time glimmered in the late-night light. What would it feel like to fuck his dick between those thighs? Would his dick get covered with glitter too? San shook his head to clear it. What the fuck was he doing? You were his best friend. This wasn’t right.

You sat down, breathless and happy. Your nostrils flared and then you dropped open your mouth, so the smells could hit the roof of your mouth. You closed your mouth and narrowed your eyes at San. “What's wrong?”

San’s eyes widened momentarily before he looked out the window. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Did you get a lap dance from one of those dirty bunnies?” You snarled, eyes scanning the front door for the mentioned strippers. You leaned across the car, placing a hand on his thigh. When San’s muscle contracted instinctively upon your touch, your nails dug into the sensitive flesh there, and he yelped softly.

San’s spotted deer ears rotated anxiously. “I didn't! I pinky swore I wouldn't, remember?”

Your head turned sharply and San sucked in his breath. He'd never been more aware that you were a predator animal and he was prey than in this moment, with your slitted eyes sharp and on him. “That's right. For your own good too. I know some panthers who have caught some itchy bugs from those dumb bunnies. I won't let that happen to you, Hart.” You bit down on your lower lip, staring at him fondly after saying your nickname for him. “But I would like you to answer my original question.”

“N-nothing is wrong!” San stuttered.

San squeaked when you grabbed his antlers firm with both hands, holding his head in place. They were velvety and hard under your skin. “I can smell how wet you are right now, San.”

San whimpered at your dirty words. “Even the back of your thighs are glittery,” he whispered in a slight pout.

“Oh.” You stare at him, blinking a few times. “Yeah. I was out earlier. Stalking night.”

“Oh.” San’s oh sounded desolate. “Did you get anyone good?”

“No.” You studied San’s face like it had all the answers. “Why does it matter that my legs have glitter?”

San’s face began to redden. He sputtered through his sentence. “You get it all over me and I can never get them off of me, you know how much I hate that!”

You half-smiled. “Why are you getting so worked up?”

“Because everyone always asks if it's from my girlfriend and I have to tell them no, I don't have a leggy doe waiting for me--” San gasped as your nails dug into his scalp, at the base of his antlers.

You smiled regretfully and removed your hands, gently rearranging San’s hair. “I'm sorry.”

San suddenly wished he hadn't snapped at you. Your presence was missed immediately. “No--I--don't mean--you just!!”

You sit properly and re-belt yourself into your seat. “I should get you home.”

The ride is so silent, it's painful. You turn on some music and San can't help but hum along to your music. He knew all your favorites, watched as you drummed your fingers against the steering wheel absentmindedly to the beat. He watched the street lights travel over the plane of your face as you took him home. He loved the quiet moments during the night like this, well usually, but tonight it wasn't comfortable.

You parked your car and sighed. “Special delivery,” You said half-heartedly and San’s heart contracted.

“Kitten…” Where could San even start?

“Nevermind I asked,” You said in a clipped tone, “I had no right.”

“I don't…” San couldn't falter, he had to keep going forward. “I don't want a leggy doe at home. By the way,” he said in a breathy voice.

You rubbed your lips together, eyes watching the neon light across the road run through its pattern. “No? Maybe a plump bunny, huh?”

“I want a lovable tiger who would stay up late just to drive me home and make sure I'm safe,” San corrected you.

You rolled your eyes. “Ridiculous.”

“What do you mean?!” San cried out immediately.

“Everyone knows predator and prey couples never work out,” You reply flatly.

“That's not true!” San protested. “Just because your kind used to dig your fangs into my kinds neck--”

Your sharp intake of breath in response went over San's head. “San!”

“--and used to eat our flesh!”

You licked your lips, eyes glancing down towards the smell you had long ago identified as San’s precum.

“Doesn't mean tigers and deer couldn't be together! Romantically!” San finished his rant.

“San?”

“I'm right and if you're too brainwashed I can say it again!” San insisted.

“San!”

“What?!” San yelled back at you.

“Can I suck you off?”

San almost melted into the seat right then and there. “Wh-what?”

“I dunno what you were doing earlier but I can smell your arousal. I can tell you’re turned on. I want to pop your cock in my mouth and--” A low growl emitted from the back of your throat. “Fuck, the things you do to me Choi San.”

“Me?!” San’s eyebrows furrow in frustration? You’re the one that insists on wearing short skirts and don’t bother with the tail slot! You know how many times I’ve seen your underwear because of that damn tricky tail of yours?!”

A slow smile began to bloom on your face. “You like when my tail raises my skirt?”

San swallowed hard, his pulse speeding up. He knew that face. “Yes. No. What are you doing?”

You got on your hands and knees and turned towards San. Your knees were still on your seat and your hands were on the center console. Your ass raised up behind you and your tail lifted out of the way--essentially causing your skirt to fall up your back and expose your ass and underwear. “Let me suck your cute little dick, San,” You purred.

“I-it’s not cute!” San protested, the pout back again, “Don’t say that!”

Your nails dug into the center console, kneading and adding marks. “Let me find out then. Prove me wrong.”

San’s lips pressed together. His eyes flitted about. It was so early in the morning that the rest of the world was still asleep but that didn’t dismiss the fact that the two of you were parked on the side of the street and anyone could see you two. His tail fluttered nervously between the small of his back and the seat. Fuck.

“Fine. Yes. But my place is right there! Kitten!”

You ignored San’s protests as soon as he gave you the green light to suck him off. Your nails made quick work of his pants and soon you were pulling down his leather pants and underwear to reveal his cock. It was only a semi-chubby but it was cute. You cooed at it for a moment before pinching it between your fingers, playing with the head to get San harder. You licked your lips in anticipation of having him in your mouth. He was going to taste so good with his vegetarian diet. Prey lovers were so delicious.

San’s whimper caught in the back of his throat and his back arched into your touch. You were teasing him and tears beaded at the corner of his eyes immediately. “D-don’t,” he whimpered.

You stopped, his dick between your still fingers and you cocked your eyebrow. “Don’t?”

San’s pout deepened. “Don’t tease me.” When your features didn’t smooth out, he uttered a “please” to his previous statement.

You giggled and San’s dick twitched. “You’re cute, Sannie.”

“I’m not cute!” San objected.

“So fucking cute,” You murmured to yourself and dipped your head down even lower to take him in your mouth finally.

For a fucking deer hybrid, San sure was thick. You didn’t struggle getting him into your mouth, his length wasn’t something to scream about but the girth! He was thick and it somehow matched him perfectly. You bobbed up and down on him and San let out another delectable noise, desperate and needy.

Your mouth was so wet and hot around him, your tongue swirling around his head, already sensitive from when you played with him. He wasn’t going to last long, not with the way you were sucking him off. “Wait-wait! I’m gonna--not so rough!” San swallowed loudly again, barely containing a groan escaping his lips.

You didn’t listen to a word he said, determined to get him to squirt into your mouth. You wanted him sated and vulnerable. Everything in your predator body said that this was the way. You worked your lips up and down his mouth, rough tongue playing with the slit of his cock and soon San’s hands were on the top of your head, holding you down as he came in your mouth. You swallowed greedily, his sperm tasting wonderfully of the fruits he consumed regularly. It was worth it all.

You lifted off of him, wiping some cum that had attempted to escape the corners of your lips, and drank in the sight of San post-orgasm. He was panting, his pink lips barely parted to allow for the air to move between them. His eyes were hooded and he was whimpering.

You leaned over and kissed him, tangling your tongue with his so that he could taste himself. It gave you some perverse pleasure when he made a noise of protest but soon allowed himself to be lulled into the kiss. While he was distracted, you unbuttoned his vest a fraction and rubbed your hand along his upper body.

San was going to be pissed when he found the glitter later but you’d let your future self deal with the repercussions. He didn’t know you wore the glitter to effectively mark him, warning everyone else off of him until you could get him to a good place mentally to capture him. It was cute that he thought he was talking you into being with him.

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pinkcottonlatte · 1 year

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ＢＥＯＭＧＹＵᵳᵢ𝓬 ᵣₑ𝓬ₛ

[part 1]

⦾ Ｓｅｒｉｅｓ

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⁃ Love affair by @yvesjun (complete, alcohol consumption, swearing, smut (drunk sex, fem. oral receiving, slight degradation, orgasm denial)

⁃ here I come by @ijhyo (complete, horror, swearing ,injuries, character death, mentions of blood, stabbing, knives)

⁃ run by @loveliestfelix (complete, angst, best friends to strangers)

⁃ ghosting by @jjunis (on going, swearing, family issues, abusive parents, mentions of domestic violence , mentions of some light injuries, anxiety ,depression, insecurities)

⁃ stranger things!beomgyu by @bb-eilish (mentions of death, sex, rough sex, dirty talk, pet names, dom!gyu, sub!reader,mutual pining, condom use)

⁃ ugly district by @jjuxii (on going, enemies to lovers, bullying, cursing)

⁃ bj!ben by @minnieves (on going, camboy!beomgyu, mutual masturbation, fingering)

⁃ fuck you series by @fairyofshampgyu (complete, nsfw, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, enemies to lovers, degrading & slut shaming, smut)

⁃ live now! Series by @fairyofshampgyu (on going, camboy, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, solo beomgyu, anal, smut)

⁃ anti-romantic by @tokkibbang00 (on going, college!au, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, humor, ex! hyunjin, best friend! yeonjun, indie band! txt, cursing, alcohol consumption, mentions of sex)

⁃ one way by @rosewould (on-going, hate sex, mean!gyu, slut shaming, breath play, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, post orgasm torture, dubcon, blood, pain play, breast play, biting, hair pulling, choking, spitting, unrequited crush, failed confession)

⦾ Ｏｎｅｓｈｏｔｓ

⁃ honeymoon by @beomsight (edging, clothed sex, subspace, unestablished dom/sub roles, top!bg, he’s loud, mutual masturbation, drooling, biting, marks, crying)

⁃ needy thing by @beomsight (afab! reader, use of pet name, protected sex, hand job, oral)

⁃ surprise! by @beomsight (subby!bg, voyeurism, edging)

⁃ good boy by @beomsight (strap on, hand job, nipple play, softdom!reader

⁃ rude awakening by @beomsight (afab!reader, smacking, mention of temperature play, sleeping naked, tummy hickeys)

⁃ (blood) lust by @beomsight (afab!reader, lots of mentions of blood, hand jobs, fingering, slight dubcon, penetration, creampie, no protection, light choking, marking, biting, feeding, bloodplay, teasing, slight teasing

⁃ be sweet (I wanna believe in you) by @beomsight (angst, crying, mentions of insomnia, arguments, debilitating anxiety)

⁃ endorphins by @beomsight (poly! Featuring Taehyun, scratching, unprotected sex, creampie, oral)

⁃ control by @beomsight ( ot5, fem!reader, subspace, voyeurism, spanking, orgasm denial, crying, manhandling, fingering, oral), attempt at double penetration (no anal), nipple play,degradation, pet names)

⁃ rush by @idollemon (best friends to lovers, dirty talk, foreplay, no actual intercourse)

⁃ boyfriend by @hyewka (sub!beomgyu, harddom!reader, degradation, slight mommy kink, overstim, dacryphilia, nipple play (m receiving), titty sucking, bed humping, praise kink, dumbification )

⁃ puppy hybrid thought by @hyewka (smut, sub!dog hybrid beomgyu, corruption kink)

⁃ yandere!beomgyu thought by @hyewka (18+, smut, toxic behaviour)

⁃ perv bestfriend!gyu thought by @hyewka (smut)

⁃ gamer!beomgyu by @cheolhub (smut)

⁃ how to get the girl by @ijhyo (college au, strangers to friends to lovers, swearing, lots of food mentions, two small mention of a creepy teacher, making out/kissing, drinking, social anxiety)

⁃ then I’ll be yours by @loveliestfelix (fluff, angst, best friends to lovers)

⁃ take me where your heart is by @loveliestfelix (fluff, some angst, friends to lovers)

⁃ movie night by @loveliestfelix (fluff)

⁃ the best thing that I got by @jjunis (some pining, fluff, college!au, best friends to lovers)

⁃ for worse and for better by @jjunis (angsty fluff, cursing, slight mention of sex, mentions of a breakup, mentions of mental and emotional struggles)

⁃ all one shots of @wildernessuntothemselves (smut mostly)

⁃ stalker!beomgyu by @clubeomgyu (Stalker!Beomgyu, Dom!Beomgyu, Psycho!Beomgyu, Possessive!Beomgyu, Sub!reader, stalking, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, drinking, jealousy, dirty talk, praise, body worship, panty kink, crying kink, overstimulation, orgasm control, forced orgasm, fingering, oral, choking, degradation)

⁃ gyu + incubus!fem reader by @clubeomgyu (intentional lowercase, vouyerism, wet dreams, masturbating)

⁃ sub!gyu & dom!reader by @clubeomgyu (Best friend AU, swearing, use of viagra, masturbation, teasing, praising, degrading)

⁃ beomgyu fingers you in public by @bb-eilish (public fingering, beomgyu cums in his pants, lingerie, changing room, pet names, established relationship, praise, cum eating, licking)

⁃ mini skirt by @gyuubear (Dacryphilia, rough sex, hair pulling, dom!beomgyu, spanking/hitting, public sex, oral, bent over, orgasm denial/edging, degradation, explicit language/pet names, choking, deepthroating, humiliation kink, creampie, MDNI)

⁃ adrenaline rush by @sugarcherriess (Dark themes, noncon, manipulation, use of force and fear, sadism, mind break, piece of shit gyu, use of toys, pussy slapping, lots of internal conflict, cream pie, cum play)

⁃ all one shots of @minnieves (smut mostly)

⁃ all one shots of @fairyofshampgyu (smut mostly)

⁃ dom!gyu x sex tapes of @bangchanswolfpelt

⁃ hey emo boy! by @koqabear (friends to lovers, fluff, smut, lots of piercings, needles, nipple piercings, snake bites and a tongue piercing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of food, cursing)

⁃ only you, darling by @koqabear (featuring yeonjun, yandere au!, cursing, mentions of food/alcohol, unrequited love, pining, possessiveness, overprotectiveness, jealousy, mc is oblivious/trusting, hacking, stalking/harassment, toxic relationships, infidelity, lying, manipulation, brief sickness, nausea, tracking, panic attacks, paranoia and anxiety , threats, arguing, violence, weapons, blood, injuries, MCD, subspace (not explicitly named), unhealthy coping mechanisms, power imbalance, recurring nightmares, hallucinations, PTSD, forced isolation, Stockholm syndrome, guilt tripping, use of collars, brief starvation, choking, guns, vomiting)

⁃ take it! by @koqabear (fluff, angst, smut, featuring Taehyun, constant teasing)

⁃ traces you left by @koqabear (hurt/comfort, Angst, MCD, implied non-verbal characters, mentions of panic attacks, grieving, coping mechanisms, mentions of weight loss/eating disorders, mentions of depression, brief mentions of suicidal thoughts, brief mentions animal death/animal surgery)

⁃ all one shots of @bugsbinnie (some are smut)

⁃ brat by @rosewould (smut, fluff, non idol au, virgin!reader, corruption kink)

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s0urw00lf · 1 year

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can you make fluff alphabet for klaus mikaelson

Fluff alphabet - Klause mikaelson

A = Affection (how affectionate is he?) klaus is a big ball of affection when it comes to you. It’s actually quite funny to see the big bad klaus mikaelson all fluffy

B = body (what’s his favorite body part of yours) i think Klaus loves your stomach, because its a way he could always be touching you. Like he’ll have his hand on your stomach in public to make sure you don’t get separated

C = cuddle (how do they like to cuddle) clause loves holding you. So any way he could hold you would be his favorite.

D = dance (how do they dance with you) Klaus having lived through so many generations of dance would teach you any one you wanted to know, and he’s so elegant with it.

E = emotions (how do they process their emotions around you) Klaus prefers to be around you all times of the day, you keep his emotions at bay, but when he really needs it you just sit and listen to him rant as he paints or while you run your fingers through his hair

F = family (how is he around your family) he hates your family and they hate him all except your little brother/sister. So most of the time he’d just spend time with them and make sure so slightly spoil them, much to your dismay

G = gratitude (how great full are they for you) Klaus is so grateful for you, he loves how gentle you are with him, even knowing the beast he can be at times.

H = honesty (do they have secrets) funnily enough Klaus has no secrets from you, you’d known a lot about him before you’d even met him. They were mostly bad things, so he’d decided there was no point in hiding anything.

I = inspiration (do you change them in any way) you inspire Klaus to be a better person, not for himself but you. He’d hate himself if an enemy of his decided to go after you to get to him

J = jealousy (do they get jealous easily) yes. Klaus is the king of jealousy, he knows you love him but it doesn’t stop the nagging thought that maybe one day you’d have had too much of him and leave him stranded

K = kiss (where is their favorite place to kiss you) he loves to kiss your shoulders, seeing as your always standing in front of him like his queen and that’s the easiest accessible way to kiss you.

L = love confession (how did they confess their love for you) you had to force the confession out of him. You’d grown tired of his mind games, and told him that if he didnt fess up you’d leave him forever. That forced it right out of him.

M = marriage (does they want to get married) i don’t know, i think he would just so you’d have his last name, but other than that I don’t think he’d really care

N = nicknames (what do they call you) love, darling, Gorgeous, beautiful…

O = open (are they open about things) Klaus is very open with you about even his younger days, his family, and his father

P = patience (are they patient with you) Klaus is extremely patient with you, unless your trying to tick him off, then he plays right into your game

Q = quirks (random ability they have that beneficial to the relaxation ship) Klaus has so many abilities its unfair. The enhanced hearing/strength/speed/compelling plus his painting ability

R = romance (how romantic are they) again having lived through multiple generations, Klaus has seen his fair share of romance. So yes he is very romantic

S = security (do the provide safety for you) come on now. This is the original hybrid were talking about. Your more safe than the king of England

T = tender (how soft are they with you) Klaus is incredibly soft and cuddly. He loves you too much to even think about using the strength of a normal human let alone his vampire strength

U = upkeep (how clean are they) klaus is very clean, and extremely well kept. I mean his clothing choices should say it all

V = vulnerability (can they allow themselves to be vulnerable with you) he loves that he can be vulnerable with you, and not have to hide his feelings

W = wholesome (do they do little sweet things) Klaus would do anything for you if you’d ask. But he makes sure to keep up with the little things. Like bringing you flowers, or opening your doors, guiding you up/down stairs.

Y = yearning (how do they act when they yearn to be in your presence) he acts like a complete baby, you can’t count the amount of times Rebekah has called annoyed over Klaus’s whining

Z = zen (what makes them feel calm) klaus likes going to a nearby waterfall with you, listening to you talk and the water falling in the background gives him an unexplainable ammount of piece

#klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #klaus mikealson x reader #elijah mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson fluff #rebekah mikealson x reader #rebekah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #kol mikealson x reader #stefan salvatore #the original series #the vampire diaries #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvarote #stefan salavatore x reader #elena gilbert

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hamsterclaw · 9 months

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Fic Library: Namjoon

A list of incredible fics I've read and re-blogged on my (almost) 2 years on here. These stories all celebrate our fave big, brainy, clumsy, sometimes annoying, always sexy Joon, check them out and give these authors some love!

The Body Through Time by @yeoldontknow. KNJ x f! reader, sexy academia AU. Angsty fic with Namjoon as a smouldering brainiac.

Goodnight Nabi by @sahmfanficbts. Get used to seeing Sam's handle in my lists because she's one of my fave writers and a lovely person to boot. KNJ x f! reader, sexy DILF mechanic Namjoon. A sexy, beautiful fic with Sam's signature hope and heart.

Pronoia by @junghelioseok. KNJ x reader, college + zombie apocalypse AU. A cracky, funny, zingy story with guest appearances from other members - including JK and Yoongi.

Booty Jorts by @miscelunaaa, who also has a good showing in my fic recs for her top notch writing and just being a great human. KNJ x f! reader - this is a smuttily delicious gem.

Shell-ter by @miscelunaaa. Hermit crab! Namjoon x marine biologist reader. I genuinely think about this grumpy (crabby?!) Namjoon all the time.

Scent of a woman by @sahmfanficbts. Leopard hybrid parfumerie boss! Namjoon x employee f! reader. There's always so much humanity in Sam's stories, and this does not disappoint.

How I love you by @ahundredtimesover. KNJ x f! reader. A 28k beautiful musing on love and marriage that's thought-provoking and sensitively written.

Seoul Redemption by @sahmfanficbts. Forger! KNJ x single mom! reader. A gorgeously realised imagining with a noir vibe and very human characters.

Park and Ride (Explicit) by @here2bbtstrash. KNJ x reader, idolverse. The first story I read by M, and it made me want to read so much more of her work. Sexy, fast-paced, and this Namjoon is swoonworthy.

Holding on letting go by @augustbutwinter. KNJ x gn! reader. August is queen of the short impactful drabble but her longer pieces are just as incredible. A sad, angsty, truthful, beautifully realised gem.

Cuffing Szn by @miscelunaaa. FBI agent KNJ x soft-bodied/plus-sized reader. Joon's an FBI agent, he's big and sexy, do you really need to know any more?

Reckless by @vyduan. Part of the Her multiverse. KNJ x reader, also featuring JJK x reader, idolverse. I started reading vyduan's writing when I first got into BTS fanfic, and apart from being a fucking fantastic writer, she's also an all-round good egg with a razor sharp wit. Reckless is hot and sexy and reader is gritty, strong and kickass. Namjoon is the arrogant pompous asshole of my dreams in this.

Fall apart & redefine by @ugh-yoongi. Idol KNJ x f! reader. Namjoon's music and musings give off sadboi vibes to me, and this gorgeous, angsty story captures all of that. Stunning.

On the line 1 by @augustbutwinter. KNJ x reader. I was only speaking the truth when I said August writes drabbles like no other. Short, cute and impactful.

Hey, it's me by @yoongiphoria. Exes Namjoon x reader. I remember reading this for the first time around the time Indigo came out and thinking how perfectly it captured the vibe of the album. I still love it now.

Untitled by @ahundredtimesover. An idolverse AU ft KNJ and f! reader. Musings on loss and impermanence and legacies also inspired by Indigo.

If this is all we can do by @yoongiphoria. A follow up to Hey, it's me, linked above, that made me stop skim reading and pay attention. Angsty, full of longing and just a great read.

The package thief by @blog-name-idk. KNJ x f! reader, enemies to lovers. I'm a fan of Mango's cracky humour, and it comes through in this judgy, petty and somehow also endearing Namjoon.

Shut up! by @daechwitatamic. KNJ x gn reader. I love it when a story alludes to Namjoon being annoying and I especially like how reader shuts him up. Smutty, sexy and so so good.

Envy by @whatifyoulivelikethat. KNJ x f! reader. Love this author's general DGAF vibes, and they've also written some of my favourite stories. Namjoon's gorgeously written and darkly sexy in this. So so hot.

The one with Namjoon and the u-haul by @eoieopda. KNJ x Jeon! reader. Jade's writing is sharply hilarious and this is a perfect example. A dreamy, sexy Namjoon and a lil shit JK.

Pheromones by @rmnamjoons. Spaceship captain Joon x spaceship botanist reader, sci-fi AU. The fic that introduced me to the concept of sex pollen and a sexy, sex-crazed yet somehow still chivalrous Namjoon.

Promise Me KNJ x f! reader, JJK x f! reader, military AU, by @sahmfanficbts. A beautifully written, tender love story that made me cry and reflect on my life. Sam writes emotions like no one else.

Additional notes: A few of my favourite Namjoon stories, are only on AO3, for which I've created a separate post.

#fic rec: namjoon #these authors are amazing

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katsuthelittlekitten · 11 months

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Fluff alphabet for yandere Klaus mikaelson x fem omega reader

A - Affectionate

Klaus is really affectionate with you as his mate, he literally always is close, giving you attention and love. Sometimes it can become a bit much and overwhelming but you get use to it fast and come to ask for more sometimes.

B - Bloodlust

Since he started dating you, Klaus got more in control of his violent tendencies. Yet, your hybrid does sometimes loose it and get out of control. He does still feel the need to show others how ruthless he can be and by consequences, blood and death still occurs.

C - Cruel

Klaus is not cruel or violent with you, he treats you like a queen. He his soft and gentle with you, nothing but loving. With the other however...he isn't the nicest person, especially if they try to convince you that he isn't a good person or try to separate the both of you. He won't hesitate to kill them of make them suffer.

D - Devoted

Niklaus is nothing if not devoted completely to you. When he found you, the hybrid gave himself to you and he promised to himself that you'll always be his first priority. He lives only to protect and make you happy.

E - Efforts

Klaus is putting a lot of effort in your relationship. He is trying to be a better man for you, he is doing everything he can do be the best version of himself for your future children.

F - Fearless

Well hum I think we all know Klaus fears practically nothing...well apart from loosing you. He is terrified to loose you or to see you hurt, luckily he doesn't fear death and he would do anything to keep you safe.

G - Game

Your relationship is absolutely not a game for him, Klaus take it really seriously. He would never play with your emotions or feelings.

H - Humanity

Niklaus knows how humanity is important even if he lost his a long time ago. You are a wolf but aren't an hybrid like him. He won't push you to become one if it is not 1000% what you desire.

I - Intense

Niklaus can be pretty intense when he want. His personality is quite complicated to cope with and even if you love him more than anything sometimes his attitude and way of acting makes you think of a child and you feel exasperated.

J - Jealous

He is jealous of every man you give attention to that isn't him. He doesn't share and he doesn't allow you to be alone with other man. Klaus made it clear that you belonged to him and that nobody else's could touch you but himself.

K - Kink

Klaus kink are multiples but what he loves the most is to drink your blood. He is crazy about the taste of it and he keep asking you for it. Sometimes when he drink from you, he even love to paint on your naked body your own blood.

L - Loyalty

He is your alpha and you are his omega mate, their is no way he will even think about looking for someone else. He will stay loyal and dedicated to you for the rest of his immortal life.

M - Manipulative

It's Klaus...he is a manipulative brat what do you want me to say. Their is moment when he doesn't want you to go see your friends because he doesn't like them or he just asked something of you and you had the unforgiving audacity to say no...well he will manipulate you to do exactly what he want and even sometime will threaten the life of the people you love...only when the situation is really bad but still. Let's just say that you learned to never say no to him.

N - Need

Klaus is an alpha male so he doesn't feel has needy that you do when your in heat. However, even if he doesn't say it out loud your mate does crave and need you...a lot.

O - Obsession

Oh god, well he is certainly more than obsessed with you. He is sickly mad about you and he would become crazy if something was to happen to you. Your scent, your voice and body is overwhelming for him and you are his favorite obsession.

P - Patient

He normally isn't a really patient man but with you surprisingly he is really really tolerant and patient. Maybe it is because of his never ending love for you but when you do something that would normally piss him off, he just tell you not to do it again and kiss you on the head.

Q - Quick

Well, Klaus is defenetly the type of man that doesn't like to wait for the thing he wants. Therefore, he often have the reflex to push thing a bit to get them faster. Like the first I love you, the first kiss of the first time he breeds you. It's important to understand however, that he never pushed you to do things you didn't wanted or wasn't ready for. Klaus kept it respectful toward you.

R - Regrets

Klaus have a lot of regrets in life but you certainly aren't one of them. He have no regrets regarding meeting you or falling in love with you. You are the best thing that ever happen to him.

S - Submit

Niklaus Mikaelson never submit to no one...apart from you. He is the one in control and the one that is the alpha but he does sometime allow himself to submit to you, his queen for the time of a night.

T - Trusting

He trust you more that he trust his siblings. Klaus could put his life at stake knowing you were the one holding it. He love you more than anything and you are the only person he knows he can have faith and trust in.

U - Urges

He have a lot of them that concerns you. Like the urges to protect you and make sure you are safe always. He have the urge to make you his often to, he feels like he need to make sure you remember who you belong to.

V - Violent

Your alpha doesn't allow himself to show you how violent he actually really can be. You know that Klaus can be very ruthless and terrifying sometimes but he never really go at his worst when you are aside of him. After all, your hybrid would hate knowing you think of him as a monster.

W - Worried

He is always worried sick when you are not with him. He is scared some of his enemies could get to you and hurt you. He is quite often scared that you might change your mind about being with him and leave him.

X- X-ray

Niklaus is crazy about your body and how sexy you are. He loves all of you, he think that you look like a goddess and the hybrid can't stop painting you in his art room. You are his only inspiration and he says that even his painting aren't good enough to show your real glory.

Y - Yearning

Klaus yearn for you all the time. He is yearning the taste of your soft skin and the sound of your voice when you aren't with him. He need and desire the feeling of your lips against his and the soft but so enjoyable feeling of your body against his.

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hexonthepeach · 8 months

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a gentle tongue breaketh the bone | 23: regrets

pairing: fem hybrid fox omega!reader/hybrid Alpha!nct 127

tags: reverse harem, non-traditional omegaverse hybrid! cyberpunk au, pack dynamics, polyamory, slowburn/slowbuild, angst & hurt/comfort, heavy content warnings inc. torture, graphic violence, suicidal ideation, explicit sexual content

summary: the year is 2127. decades of eugenics and warfare have led to the rise of designated populations: the ruler Alphas and their rare, prized omegas sequestered from the Beta population. in the aftermath of the War of the Two Tigers, New Goryeo ushers in an Imperial dynasty determined not by birthright but by the alliance of the Syndicate’s clancorps to choose the best pack of your generation. you are destined to take your place within the Imperial harem as a queen, and–perhaps–Imperatrix herself

but you have a secret, written into your skin and bones–one that could easily kill you, depending on who finds it out

ten years ago you chose your Alpha and their pack in a fateful meeting

now, you must make them choose you

[masterlist & glossary] [read on AO3] [22: sated]

wc: 7k

warnings: explicit smut, foursome, mmmf (including minor m/m), D/s (A/o dynamics), kinks: master/pet, minor humiliation/degradation, cuckoldry, bulge, breeding, heat sex with omega lock, oral (m receiving), double penetration one hole (ck/fingers), pet names (princess, pet, precious, kit/baby kit)

recommended listening: clockwork - taemin

"Don't laugh."

In a long, long list of mortifying experiences this might be one of the worst, if only because of how exposed you feel, propped up on the bed, your mate asleep beneath you as you cycle through another round of excruciating pain and dulled pleasure.

You'd managed to maneuver so you're no longer on your aching knees but seated, hiding the joining of your bodies with your legs locked together. It's little relief as Doyoung passes a washcloth over your heaving chest, clearing drips of sweat and blood.

This was not supposed to happen. Certainly not while the other two Alphas in the room try not to break down laughing at the sight of you.

They’re failing, miserably–or perhaps not even trying to hide it, in Johnny’s case.

Doyoung unbuttons his ruined dress shirt, lips working to hide his amusement, distracted by the sight of his own blood.

You feel horribly that you'd gotten him, in the heat of the moment so to speak, affected by Taeyong's descent into his fox and your increasing distress. But you’d also sucked the sweetness from your fingernails when he'd left to get a fresh towel to clean you, Johnny watching you intently from his post near the door.

Whatever you'd proven of your self-control earlier was not worth maintaining right now. You check your agent repeatedly, feeling the countdown in your head as the room goes dark, neon-stained snow drifts casting the whole scene in a gloomy iridescence.

"We could just bring them to the meeting ground like this," Johnny says. He’s still half-naked but wearing that stupid grin that's been on his face since they'd had to negotiate heaving you together out of the nest.

"It would not help our case," Doyoung says from the bathroom. He returns with water and a street-legal painkiller for you, smoothing down your hair as you drink while you maintain deadly eye contact with the Felid.

"Cold shower? Suppressants?" Johnny offers. "Knock her out?"

You sputter your mouthful, resisting the urge to throw the glass at his head to stop his fatuous commentary.

"It should go away on its own," Doyoung says. "Taeil says it’s common with non-traditional pair bonding. And it being her first time . . . Well. Longest recorded of your lineage was around six hours."

"Absolutely not," you say, gripping your aching head in your hands. "We don't have that time."

"Should have thought of that earlier," Johnny says. "You had all last night to start your little marathon, didn't you?"

He'd expected you to mate Taeyong as soon as possible, of course. You'd seen the impression at the end of the bed where he'd slept in his true form, curled, waiting for you to need him–his continuous offer of assistance left ignored.

No, you were still more than cross with him. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he was what you needed, or allow your hollowed-out heart the opportunity to turn away from your duty.

"Surely you have something better to do than making this worse?" you bite back.

"Right." Johnny checks his fingernails, flexing his hand. "Are you ready to accept my help?"

"Absolutely not." You're self-conscious again, clutching your robe tighter around you.

"It's worth considering," Doyoung sighs. "If it's a matter of biology, there's something inhibiting your body from recognizing this as a completed mating cycle. Taeyong didn't claim you, did he?"

You know why he's asking, having easily seen the bruises and teeth marks indenting your body. To your credit, you think you'd given the other fox more. Doyoung cleans his mate as well, a little more expediently with him still passed out. Taeyong's reprieve looks peaceful by comparison to yours.

You shake your head. "We agreed to wait."

"There's several factors here. A deficiency of viable sperm for fertilization, and a proper knotting. Both of which can be resolved through being bred by your pairbond."

You wince, sniffing a bit. "I don't want him to mate me."

Johnny sighs.

"Then you really are in a bind, aren't you." Doyoung murmurs as he sits on the bed beside you, reaching around your middle to bring you into his shoulder and chest. You could sleep like this if you had the luxury, nestled into the soft embrace of the other Alpha with his sea-salt and herbal aura.

"Tick-tock," Johnny remarks.

You shudder, visibly. "I don't want that pig to even touch me."

Johnny’s fist thumps against the wall in his irritation. "That's a new one."

"What about Jaehyun?" you ask, glancing up at Doyoung.

His head swings away just as another thud shakes the room, hung art pieces sliding out of place with the percussion.

"Absolutely not."

There's a visible indentation in the wall from Johnny's fist–Doyoung sucks his breath through his teeth at the damage.

"You want to force him in front of me, again?" Johnny asks, quietly. "Make him do what you want against his will?"

Red hazes your vision, a little more your own than the anger you feel radiating off of him. You’re sure he doesn’t really see you like that, is just using any means to narrow your selection to him, but you still feel the cruelty in that statement.

It’s just her nature.

"Pig," you repeat.

It would be too embarrassing to explain, anyway, you think, rubbing frustrated tears from your eyes. No, best to make sure the only people that ever knew about this were already in the room.

"Fine, you can help me," you say. "But under one condition."

Johnny perks.

"You knot me." You punctuate your words with a tap of your claws on your target.

Doyoung looks down at you like you've just spoken another language, eyes wide. "Me?"

"If he gets to make decisions on my behalf and against my will I would like to make him regret them," you say, rubbing your face against his shoulder while watching your mate for his reaction.

You see Doyoung breathe in through his nose, braced as if ready to bolt. He holds, turning on the bed to face you instead of Johnny.

“I thought I smelled nice to you,” you say, demurely. From his reaction he’s unimpressed by this tack.

“____, you’re playing a dangerous game right now,” he says. “Do you understand what you’re asking?”

You angle your head, displaying your neck.

"Was all that talk about Alpha duty hot air to you?" you ask, pouting. "Or maybe you don’t want to. You're not afraid of the big bad pussycat, are you?"

Doyoung looks between you and Johnny as if he expects either one of you to suddenly explode from how intensely the Felid is staring you down. You expect it too, until you see a bright smile crack in the shadows.

"You think I'm going to regret it? Want to bet?" Johnny asks.

You maintain eye contact as well as you can as you curl into Doyoung’s hold, licking at the healed stripes of flesh beneath his collarbone. The Lepid tastes just as beautiful as he looks, a surprisingly marble-statue-like physique revealed under his clothing.

"I'm sorry for hurting you, Alpha," you say in-between tonguing his lavender and cream skin, enjoying the little gasp he makes as you kiss his breast, moving to his slender throat as you rub your scent all over him, all the time meeting those green-glared eyes in the dark.

"Are you, though?" Doyoung asks, voice breathy.

Suddenly you're gripped by the back of your neck again, paralyzed as he pulls away to face you. There's unexpected danger in his soft features, the prey Alpha expressing disapproval with lowered brows and a sharp menthol spike in his scent.

“No, I don't think you are,” he says. “All I see is a trapped animal that will turn on me the moment it has the chance.”

All that kindness and uncertainty is gone, Doyoung's throat bobbing as he scents you, nose wrinkling at something immeasurably lacking. He hooks your upper lip to check your fangs–an intelligent thing to do considering the saliva filling your mouth at the fresh taste of his blood.

"You and Taeyong are two of a kind," he sighs. "But at least he's trained. You're not, are you?"

You wrestle in his grasp, submitting involuntarily.

“I thought you were supposed to be nice,” you hiss.

"Did I give my consent for you to taste me?" Doyoung asks.

He's trying to make you meet his eyes, fingertips embedded in your neck muscles as his thumb strokes your hairline. The movements keep the rage in your belly from boiling over. You shake your head, now more upset for having been caught overstepping.

“Look at me, ____.”

The hare’s eyes are brighter, their darkness hazel-touched. He should be afraid of you, bowing to your mercy. You’d expected him to speak sweet lies into your ear to make you compliant, but you're met with the gaze of a wolf instead.

A Kim, indeed.

Doyoung doesn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest by your personality change, lashes falling as he scans your face and your fisted hands.

"Given enough time we could break you in properly but I'm afraid we'll just have to operate under the assumption that you'll behave if you know what's good for you, won’t you, gongjunim?"

You nod, dumbfounded.

"Say it," he says, no less a command for how willingly you comply.

"Yes, Alpha."

"Are you going to do exactly what I tell you to do?"

You hesitate long enough he squeezes a little harder to subdue you, making your ears fold down autonomically.

"Yes, Alpha," you repeat.

"Do you think it's acceptable to use your teeth and claws without permission?"

"No, Alpha."

"You want to bite me like you did him?" He forces your head down towards your unconscious mate with the barest gesture. No, his mate. Of course he would be upset you’d hurt him again–what had he said?

The next time you lay a claw on him, you’ll get like for like.

You whimper a bit remembering the threat, tail twitching, trying to escape even as your cunt twitches around the cock inside you with agonizing need.

“No, no. Never,” you add. You look at Johnny to see if he's going to continue to allow this handling, head yanked back so quickly you let out a yelp. From the corner of your eye you can see the big man rocking with suppressed laughter, entirely unfazed.

"You follow my orders, not his," Doyoung tsks, pushing you down into a crouch.

“An Alpha only provides care to an omega who is willing to submit and please him in turn, not try to devour him, or overpower him.” His hand moves down your back, fingertips tracing the scratches Taeyong had given you, beneath the ruined silk.

“Are you truly a princess? Or are you just a feral stray who bites the hand that feeds her?”

It should be humiliating to hear yourself referred to so lowly but there's almost something comforting about playing your designated role right now. Gods knew you needed someone to take charge and release you from this bind. However furious you are at the indignity you’re also desperate to be free.

“I’ll be good, Alpha,” you whisper into your knees.

"Prove it. Earn what you've requested.” You feel Doyoung bend down to ghost your neck with a kiss, a promise written in the press of his lips that has you trembling again, for entirely different reasons.

"Yes, master." You venture, peering up. You catch him smoothing away an unconscious smile as he stands, brushing his pants clean of the white guard hairs from your tail.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Johnny asks.

"We just need to get your cum inside her somehow," he says, catching your surprised expression and shaking his head firmly. “Indirectly, of course. We could get Taeil to bring us a needleless syringe–”

“No!” You sit up, dizzy from the context switch, no longer relaxed but terrified.

“Anything but that, please,” you beg the two men standing over you. “I’ll shove it in myself if I need to.”

Doyoung sighs. "Taeyong needs to be awake, then, I don't want to risk injuring him."

"I can keep him controlled," you say, forgetting yourself. Both of the Alphas look at you measurably, Johnny turning to watch his partner's reaction with an amused smile.

"Did I ask you to?" Doyoung asks, deadly quiet after.

"I didn’t mean–" you begin.

"Do you truly want to integrate into this pack?"

"Yes, Alpha," you say, bitterly. “I just meant–”

"Then hold your tongue or we’ll find something to fill that pretty mouth of yours."

You close your lips, bowing your head automatically to hide the look you know is on your face–aghast but intensely aroused at the thought of being given what you want as a punishment. It's excruciating feeling your body continue to tighten at the anticipation, oozing slick. Taeyong jerks beneath you, letting out a small noise in his sleep.

“You take care of her, I'll take care of him," Johnny says. You meet his eyes, registering how confident he looks as he approaches. "Wouldn't want to waste the opportunity to show her what she's missing."

You may be the architect of your current defeat but you promise him with a look you’ll find a way for him to go down with you.

“Don’t goad her–” Doyoung says, but Johnny ignores him, sliding on to the bed beside Taeyong, purposefully avoiding skin contact with you. A firebrand of jealousy pierces you at the sight, igniting further in your chest as he pulls the smaller man into his side, enthroning himself at the head of the bed.

"Sure you don’t want to switch places?" Johnny asks, softly, face dipping into Taeyong's wild hair. The foxes' ears tic in his sleep, moreso when he brushes his mouth across them.

“Stop,” Doyoung warns.

You feel the Lepid’s slender arms tighten around you, soft cheek pressed to yours as he helps you adjust. Johnny’s only a few feet away, but still too close, especially as he hoists Taeyong’s body–and by extension yours–onto him.

Doyoung grips your thighs in turn to keep you upright, similar to how they'd carried you earlier, tail pressed into an arc against the Lepid’s cool skin.

“Are you shy, pet?” He whispers, trying to gently prise your closed legs apart. “Ignore him or he'll keep toying with you.”

You try, you do, but a whine erupts out of you the moment Johnny's lips brush against Taeyong's exposed throat, tongue drawn across the yellow and purple bruising from your marks.

You can barely hear the order Johnny gives him over your own pathetic whinging, watching Taeyong blink awake. He's not as wild-eyed as before, the opposite actually–relaxed and languid, ears up and eyes closed as he accepts the grooming.

Johnny looks at you as he licks against the corner of Taeyong's mouth, bent head hiding a deeper display of affection. You hiss when the other fox's hips rut beneath you, your vision blurring.

“I can’t, I can’t–” you murmur.

You brace for Doyoung to punish you but he consoles you instead.

"Shh," Doyoung says, rubbing your head and your spine as you close your eyes against the sight of your mate caring for someone who is not you. "Relax for me."

"It hurts," you keen, not referring to the pain inside you as much as your fox crying out to be treated the same, loved the same. How pathetic, you think, but it can’t be helped. You’d spent a lifetime longing for that affection. Tears escape from your clenched eyelids, trying to turn to bury your face in the Lepid's chest like it's your only escape.

"I can't stand him," you whisper.

"I know," Doyoung says, much more softly. “But you need to let him take care of you.”

“I’m afraid,” you admit.

“He won’t hurt you–”

“No.” You interrupt him, exhaling shakily. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to say no.”

“Oh.” Doyoung looks up, shaking his head. “Do you think it would be easier if you didn’t have to see him?”

You nod, tears wiped away by his sleeve. You feel Doyoung slide the loose sash hanging from your waist, wrapping it over your already-closed eyes. You begin to nervously shake again when the light behind your eyelids is blotted out completely.

"Hey, it's alright," Taeyong urges you, drowsily nudging your cheek with his nose. You accept his gentle kisses, sharing the taste of your mate on his bruised lips. “I’m here. Well, mostly. I think if I come again I'll dissolve into dust.”

You laugh a little against his mouth. “I’m so sorry.”

You can feel his amusement, not expecting the caress of his rougher hands sliding your clothing off, followed by his soft kisses and the roll of his face on your shoulder to mark you with his scent.

“I'm not. If I ever get a chance to be this close to you again,” Taeyong breathes, “I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

You sigh in relief, holding him as he comforts you. He's still exhausted, but at least you think he isn't in pain the way you are, just sore and satisfied.

“She’s a gift, isn’t she?” Doyoung says. You hear rustling as he removes his shirt, expecting more until your tail is seized and drawn around your middle, out of the way. “Someday we won’t have to share you. But I think you like it, don’t you, pet?”

His voice is fricative in your ear, removing your robe fully so he can bring your back against his warm, lean chest. Even smooth it feels like the softest fur beneath you, Taeyong's ears tickling your jaw as he whines into your neck. From the movements against you he's receiving his own handling, thighs flexing as Johnny adjusts him.

"Yes, Alpha," you say, arching back. Doyoung follows your lead, kissing you chastely until you plead for more.

“We'll do this properly when we have the time. Right now you're going to give your Alphas what they need, won’t you?”

You’ll never think of him as weak again, you think, not with how he opens your legs and pushes his fingertips experimentally against the constriction where you’re tied together, Taeyong holding onto you as you both cry out.

“Too tight,” Taeyong mumbles for the both of you. Doyoung squeezes him around his root, palm digging into your folds.

“You’re knotted, too,” he says with an edge of disapproval. “Just a greedy little dog rutting into your bitch even if you can’t properly breed her.”

By the answering spurt of release inside you and his groan, Taeyong enjoys that kind of talk. The sensation is translated to you, hips wriggling until Doyoung pinches at the bundle of nerves in your swollen sex, making you jerk.

“You’re going to take it, too, even if it hurts,” he says. “We’ll loosen you up for a real knot, so I can fuck your Alpha’s cum into you.”

“Please, master,” you say, losing yourself. “Please, give it to me.”

“It’s not my choice, pet.” You feel your hand seized, your fingers splayed on a firm, wide chest that isn’t Taeyong’s, sunbaked pine sharp in your nose. “Use him. Make him give you what you need.”

"No, no, I can't," you murmur, pushed towards the inevitable.

"You're better than your animal," Doyoung says. "Do what you’re told and we'll show you what it means to be treasured."

You feel him pull away, extricating Taeyong from your breast in a way that upends you both, forced into your Alpha’s lap. Even if you can’t see it you can feel and hear the man trapped inside you held down to the bed, the soft pleas as he’s cared for in the way you need more than anything.

Johnny’s hand cups the side of your face. Only he can touch you that way–like he's cradling the most fragile thing he’s ever held.

"Don't worry, little kit," Johnny says, so close now his breath warms your ears. "I remember my promise.”

He takes you by the neck more gently just to angle you up, dipping down to kiss you as softly and shyly as before. He’s exactly what you need while also the worst thing possible, the longing and heartache amplified.

“I can wait. Just use me. Pretend I’m giving you what you need.”

The thought of him breeding you sends you down a spiral of desire, restraining yourself by blindly tracing the white and gold and green painted under your fingertips. You’ve tried not to look too much at the design but it’s already tattooed in your heart and mind, as it is over his.

“Would you like to see what’s yours?”

You pull your hand back but he catches it with that Felid swiftness, dragging it lightly down the center point of his breast bone and the contours of his abdominal muscles, defined and damp with sweat. He lets you feel everything you'd disallowed yourself before, breath going ragged when you finally cup him through his trousers.

"Stop being so smug," you whisper, unable to sound serious with how heavy you're breathing, too. His shape and scent is all you need to find yourself just as feral as you'd been in the nest, fumbling to unzip him, his hand wrapping around yours to guide you as you free his cock.

He’s erect but weighed down so much it hangs towards the bed. You're not afraid or disgusted as much as fascinated when your hand traces down the burning-hot, velvety shaft, finding the expected roughness beneath his glans.

“I’m allowed to be pleased. I know–feel how much you want it.” He sounds almost embarrassed; you realize he's stuttering with each pass of your hand down his length. “Is it too much for you?”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

"No," he gasps when you squeeze him, testing him. “Fuck, yes.”

He's bigger than you imagined, thick enough his knot is less pronounced than a Canid's at his base, gently ridged at the end of his shaft. You expect his barbs but beneath your searching touch you find them less pronounced, more textured like his cat's tongue without the same density of spines.

“I want to taste you,” you say.

You can’t see his expression but you know his sense of control has been obliterated by the request. You don't wait for him to argue, bending down to find him with your mouth, lapping up gamey salt from his skin. His tense hand in your hair is all the encouragement you require.

You will use him, you think. You'll break him as much as he's broken you. But you won't be slow, you won't seduce him the way he has tried with you.

You dip your head and find the heavy tip, suckling to taste the dribble of hot liquid already leaking from it. He’s so perfectly bittersweet that you can’t help but wrap your lips around it, trying to draw out the rest. Johnny's hold on your head spreads and clings, not wanting to push you forward despite the rut of his hips into your mouth.

You treat him the way he had you the night he tasted you, smiling to yourself as drool seeps from the corners of your mouth, taking as much of him into your willing throat as you can handle. Within seconds you’re coughing at the sandpaper scratch, pulled free before you can mutilate him with your canines.

“No teeth,” Doyoung warns, startling you for how much you’ve forgotten he’s beside you. “Gently now. Relax your jaw. Don’t worry about making a mess.”

Simple enough instructions, difficult for how suffocated you are when you impale yourself on that length again, fighting the choke. Doyoung murmurs praise where your Alpha is inarticulate. Johnny’s presence glows in your mind as you feel him completely, all his attempts to keep the spend contained within him lost as you fuck him this way.

You sense when his abdomen and testicles tighten, reaching out to understand it with a careful slide of your hand down his shaft, hair and texture and scent incredible under your delicate fingers. You hold him as you take him, as you consume him the way he’s consumed you.

You listen for his grunts and groans of pleasure, the intake of breath, alternating between sucking and drawing your tongue around him as his lean belly flexes beneath the gentle flex of your nails. When you feel that wave crest inside him, so close to breaking, you pull off.

Again, and again.

You’d learned your new lessons well, you think, when the last tease of his heavy weight on your tongue coats it in a hot citrusy, mouthful of him–the rest trapped so painfully inside him you feel his thighs quake under your breasts.

The makeshift blindfold is tugged from your eyes, There’s murder in your gaze lest Johnny’s the one who took it off, but you find Doyoung’s hand against your hair and ears, his face flushed with arousal. Watching that must have done something to him, because he’s no longer attending Taeyong, his hand working himself out of view. The other fox appears to be semi-conscious, only a crack of his eyes showing.

“You have to see what you’ve done to him,” Doyoung says.

You peer up past all that honey, glistening skin to your Alpha’s face. Johnny’s breath is held where he’s fallen back against the headboard, expression completely and utterly shattered. For the first time since he’d held you in the dark–not this bedroom but a tiled room far below it–you see him as he really is.

There’s nothing calculating or cutting in that half-lidded gaze, no raging animal. Just a man who needs you more than he could ever tell you.

Your Alpha.

Completely at your mercy.

“Nothing clever to say, now?” you ask, tongue catching another spurt of white hanging from his thick cockhead, teasing the soft slit to gather every drop. “Did I ruin you for everyone else?”

"I’m not coming in your mouth, precious,” he says with the last reason left in him. He gives Doyoung a look that has your head pulled back, gently but firmly, even as your tongue curls towards your mate’s cock. You know why he hasn’t grabbed you, his own claws ripping the duvet into shreds once more.

“Why not?" you ask, tail thumping against Taeyong’s limp legs. "I can just spit it out."

Doyoung barks a laugh, falling further onto his side. “You’re so fucked.”

You know it isn't for you as Johnny struggles to sit up, pulling his cock away from your greedy hands and mouth. His sweat-thick, curled hair hangs over his face and jaw, making him look wild.

“The only place I’m coming is all over that pretty pussy,” he warns. “Present yourself."

Part of you resists the order but you know it's not made with anything but the desire to please you. You melt under the attention, arching your back and curling your tail for him when he takes his place behind you.

"Outside, of course," he assures you, and you have a moment to freeze up in fear before he's slipped his cock between your thighs, shaft so long that even from behind and forced to the side he curves up between your folds. He lets you adjust to the feeling, wrapping around you until you're caged by his long torso and limbs.

"You feel that?" He rocks his hips into your behind, your tail trapped erect between you.

You bite your lip, nodding.

"That's yours. Yours to use as you want, whenever you want."

He licks the soft fur of your ear, making your pussy clench again around Taeyong, your legs closing around him.

"I’m going to show you what it will be like when I take what's mine, once and for all."

His words scald you, make you whimper and grind against him until he takes the lead, moving with shallow and careful strokes against your slipperiness. Soon he's so coated with your slick the glide between your soft thighs is dangerously easy, the small nudges and bumps against your clit maddening. The worst is that tongue-like texture, catching against your most sensitive places to remind you what he really is.

"Is my little kit so needy for her Alpha's cock inside her she'd ride it raw? You want me to fuck you unsleeved and scrape out all that wasted cum you let the others stuff inside you?"

Ancestors, you think. He's such a contradiction in the way he can hold you and stroke you so sweetly but pour filth into your ear.

“I don’t think I have enough inside me, yet,” you whimper. “Need more.”

His jealousy is just as pervasive through the bond. That anger and pride under any other circumstances would make your own flare but in this moment it's the perfect accompaniment to the desire he has for you.

You belong to him, torturing him at how soft and good and warm he knows you are inside, how impossible it would be to deny himself that if he wasn’t moderated by your promise or the other Alphas watching him unravel so easily. You know he’s fucked them, feels comfortable with them, but they’re not what he wants.

He wants you, just you. If you gave it to him he wouldn’t let anyone else touch you, he would mark his territory so fully he’d fight every Alpha on the peninsula to stake his claim. You know it as well as he does, he would die for you. You wouldn’t even have to ask.

"They can't breed you like I can, can they?" he says between higher-pitched groans. You're not meant to answer but you do anyway, wanting to brush his cat's fur backwards to see how he responds.

"You'll find out soon enough," you murmur, lost as he brings his hand down to hold himself against the drive into your folds, increasing the pressure of his tip against your bud.

He nips at your ear. "What did you say, little kit?"

Your little cries are growing louder as your body seizes, the beginning of another climax burning brushfire through you.

"I said, 'I'm not letting you fuck me until I've had every one of your pack inside me.'"

He jerks a bit, pushing into the tight grip of your thighs. You’ve closed around him, trapping him like Taeyong, hands tearing into the bed where he’s ruined it.

"You can try,” he says, dangerously.

"You think they won't?” you pant. "I'll let you watch, of course."

His movements are growing more staccato as he chases his own release, tense hand holding his thrusts against you. The more near his climax the more his hold on his emotions begins to slip, the barriers you'd both enacted temporarily flooded with something other than resentment and animal desire.

You have an epiphany of sorts, mercilessly pushed into Taeyong's chest as he chases a fantasy in his mind of fucking you like this in front of them all to prove his claim, to show how broken you are for anyone else.

"I'm going to make you prove you're my Alpha," you whisper to him. "No combat. No bloodsport. No convenient opportunity. You'll earn it."

He bucks, hard, a wash of hot spend coating you as he starts to orgasm, snarling your name into something monstrous.

"You're going to suffer, Suh Youngho," you say, grinding back into the mess he's holding to you, edged to the point of fierceness. "You're going to know what it’s like to have your mate reject you and seek another in your stead."

His movements still but you realize he's laughing quietly, knot swelling between your thighs. He doesn't believe you, of course. How could you, with you still rubbing against him, unsatisfied.

"Oh baby fox, were you jealous?" With his cock no longer pressed to you he begins to circle your clit, his other hand massaging his hot spend into you from behind, still more oozing out of him he collects to press against your stuffed hole. At the first brush of the rough pads of his fingers, you're pushing back, trying to make him fit.

"You think I would rather fuck anyone else than the first to claim me? My omega? My mate?"

He broaches your lock with two digits, shoving his cum deep into you as Taeyong cries out faintly against the intrusion.

“Let him go,” Johnny says. “Let him go or you won't be able to fit me.”

Powerful contractions begin to roll through you immediately, no longer painfully tight but a rolling release that spreads through every part of your legs and hips and belly, nerves and hormones synchronized to take your mate as deeply as you can, into your womb. It feels incredible, electricity running down every path through your limbs to the top of your scalp and the claws on your toes.

“You're squeezing us so good, kit, want to feel it on me.”

Slick and thick spend gush down your legs as Taeyong is finally freed, an audible noise when he’s pulled from your snare. Doyoung is there to help him escape because Johnny shows no intention of stopping and neither do you, fucking yourself on your mate's fingers until he adds a third and fourth digit.

Your body is being prepared for him, you think, your orgasm extended by how much you want him to fuck you even knowing what that would entail.

"Don't stop, don't stop," you beg, rocking back to fuck yourself deeper on his hand.

"You're going to suffer every day you're not getting all of me." His words are punctuated by stroking into the sucking heat of your body, his bruising touch on your clit turning you into a live wire once more.

"It will hurt me to see you so desperate. I'll have to turn you down even when you beg me. But if that's what my little omega wants, that's what I'll give her," he promises.

"I hate you," you snarl, overstimulated, winding into another build too quickly to make sense. He makes you relax by nipping at your shoulder, keeping you still as he sets a punishing pace.

"Imagine. You could be coming on my cock right now, milking me of every last drop to fill you up," he says. "Don't you want your Alpha's cum inside you?"

"Yes, please, fuck it into me, please Alpha," you sob, jerking as he pulls his fingers away to press his tip against your fluttering hole and pull another wash of sticky heat inside you. That hint of the stretch of him has you demanding more, your hips canting back just as your mouth is clamped shut with slender fingers.

“That's enough,” Doyoung says. Out of the haze of the moment you can feel his hand wrapped around your Alpha’s cock, stopping you–or maybe him–from moving any further. You turn to watch Johnny thrust into the other man’s hold, taunting him to try and stop either of you.

The Lepid only has eyes for you, letting you go but not your mate. He’s calm, measured, as he strokes Johnny into releasing more onto his chest when his cock is lifted away from you. You turn to observe it, leaning down to take what you can in your mouth.

Doyoung warns you off by clearing his throat.

“No,” he says. “Ride his knot.”

You shake your head, legs already collapsed beneath you. “I can’t.”

“Show her still you’re in control. Thank her for the gift she’s given you.”

Johnny understands even if you don’t. You’re swept up in his hold, pulled down onto him, spread for him. But where he should be filling you he’s trapped between your bodies, your legs limp over his.

“What . . .?” Your vision blackens on the edges, nose buried in Johnny’s chest. “I can’t.”

“You will,” Johnny says.

“You will,” Doyoung repeats, holding your lower back to fuck into you with one clean push into your loose heat, no fight whatsoever with the amount of cum inside you. You cry out, held tight against your Alpha as a much longer, thicker cock than the one that’s been inside you for the past few hours is shoved mercilessly into your hole–knot slipping in without friction while another one grinds into your middle.

“Fuck,” Doyoung rasps when he pulls out, burying himself over and over again. If you weren’t held in Johnny’s arms you think you’d be fucked right off the end of the bed, instead forced into his arms, too boneless and weightless to struggle.

“You asked for it,” he says, the rumble of his voice vibrating through you against the sharpness of your half-hearted yelps. “Regret it now?”

You toss your head, regaining your strength to reach for him, burying your fingers in his hair. He’s so big you find yourself perched across his sternum, hips rolled into it and the coarse end of his cock as he curls up and kisses you like he’s the one inside you, like he’s the one coming undone.

From what you can tell you all are, Doyoung holding back nothing as he ruts into you so hard you can feel and hear the slick-stuck slap of him against you, or Johnny, it doesn’t matter with your bonded clutching at you like he might lose you. His hand threads through your wild hair to cup your jaw again, guiding you gently against his lips and tongue.

You moan into his mouth, protesting this new intimacy. You want to focus on the other Alpha and please him in turn so you can prove your resolve. You know he’d already come the moment he was in you as Lepids were wont to do but that he had more to give you–much more, if the knot stretching you is any indication.

You reach back to find Doyoung's damp nape to pull him to your neck. He understands, implicitly, fisting your hair to scrape you with his teeth as Johnny angles into your other shoulder to prove he's first, hesitating with his tongue on your scars when the other Alpha lets out a low growl.

You can feel Johnny rumble beneath you as he returns to kissing you, passion conferred in each brush of his lips against your own, holding you steady in his gaze. Another Alpha's teeth may be indented in your neck, but you're still at his mercy.

“You take my knot so well,” he praises, sinking his fingers into your hips. Doyoung, no longer able to guide you, chooses instead to circle up against your behind and your slick-coated tail like you’re a wall he can break through.

“Do you want to take all of me, little kit?” Johnny whispers.

Your body responds as if it were his threatening to lock you again, making you mewl. You know what he's saying, implicitly. He doesn't understand how it affects you. How could he, when he thinks this is just a game?

Johnny’s thumb spreads beneath your belly, indenting it to feel the cock dragging deep within you, bulging there under his touch. Doyoung inhales against your neck at the sensation, feeling it too in whatever way you respond deep inside.

“Yes,” you breathe, building tension making you seize. "Please."

Johnny looks deep into your eyes, pinning you with an emotion you want to look away from, but can't. You're forced to see all that's there, to bloom within it, like the flowers under your palm. Your shape etched into him: Nelumbo lutea, reaching for the sun.

"Accept me," he urges.

You can't.

"I'm yours," he says.

Not your mine, no. Yours.

You collapse as you begin to throb, pulse-like. It’s not the same horrible tightening as before but something different, a twinge and tremor in your womb that seems to signal completion.

You know your scent will change, your body will adjust. Your heat will break. But you’ll never be the same.

Doyoung says something you can't hear as you chase the fleeting ecstacy of this new release, different in so many ways but most of all for the ease in your chest as you rest on top of the man you love.

Love?

No. It's not possible.

“You’re so full of me already but I know you want more.” Johnny continues, not realizing you're gone. He should sound confident but his voice is raw with vulnerability. His head pushes against yours, pleading. “You can’t leave me. You won’t leave me. Not when you’re swollen with my–”

You scream soundlessly into him, enough of a high-pitched keen in your throat he can’t help but be startled, Doyoung stilling inside you as you break completely around him–all that pleasure tempered with unadulterated despair.

It should be peace, a relief, but instead it’s an instability in the levee holding everything else inside you at bay.

There’s no peak to climb down from in the aftermath of what’s moved through you, your only comfort is how much of a blessing it is to be held while you spiral–how afraid you are of losing something you didn't even knew you had.

"____?"

You feel the panic around you at your reaction, hear Taeyong’s growl as he sits up behind you. Doyoung is already at his side, as if he must protect him from whatever is inside you threatening to break out.

“I told you." Your fist clenches against Johnny’s chest as you roll off of him. “I told you I couldn’t.”

“What’s wrong?! What happened.”

You curl into a ball, defending yourself with your tail wrapped around you. "It's over."

You’d had your moment, your fill, but it would never be enough. Not now, not ever.

"Your heat?"

You don't answer.

"They're early," Taeyong explains.

Johnny finally turns to witness what’s been roaring in your ears for what feels like minutes now.

You watch as the snow swirling outside the window vanishes, pushed down by quiet blades to evaporate on an even warmer wind. Blue lights pierce the gloom, angled downward, blinding you through the dark, one-way glass.

The building begins to tremble, smaller vibrations translated upwards as AVs circle round below. They give a wide berth to an airship, blacker than a starless night and larger than a city block as it descends in a creep past the window, thankfully unable to pierce through the building's surface to see you so exposed.

It doesn't matter. Nothing can escape the surveillance of the people inside. It's only the second time they'd sent this means to bring you home, a symbolic gesture but also a threat.

There's no escaping your return to Old Seoul.

“The Imperial aerostat,” Doyoung sighs, checking his agent as he flees the bed.

“It’s time,” Taeyong says, looking at you with a deep sympathy and resolve.

You turn to Johnny, seeing a wetness on his cheek that can only be an acknowledgment of whatever you’ve let slip through the cracks of your bond.

You try to capture that image in your mind of him more worried for you than the threat of the fleet surrounding their headquarters, for the people inside. It's the last time you ever want to see it.

“I’m ready,” you say.

Inside, you know you never will be.

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rere-the-writer · 2 years

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Title: Mother, dear

Pairing: Mikael M. x Heretic!Black!Reader, Platonic!Mikaelsons x Heretic!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Protective!Mikael, Soft!Mikael

Summary: Elena and Co. learn that the Mikaelson's parents are very protective

A/N: I had an idea and ran with it.

Elena let out a scream when a knife flew pass her head and into a werewolf while both Elijah and Klaus looked unfazed. Damon was shocked seeing the wolf drop, it was suppose to be a meeting between Elena and the Originals about letting the human live a normal life. That was until a group of wolves attacked them. Both Elijah and Klaus were vervain and wolfbane while Damon was tied down with vervain ropes and the wolves trying to take Elena to have leverage against Klaus.

"I suggest you let my boys go." Your voice reached their ears, both Elena and Damon was surprised to see you standing in the doorway. You were a 900+ year old vampire and both Elijah's and Klaus's overly protective stepmother.

"Your boys?" The leader wolf questioned looking you over. You looked non-threatening but the two Originals knew better as Mikael wouldn't had married you for no reason.

You were just a Queen's handmaiden back in 1190 when you met the Mikaelsons. You were a woman that had no time for nonsense and Mikael was an over protective father who kinda fell in love again. Mikael had grew overly protective after Freya's death and even more after Henrik's which annoyed Esther seeing Mikael hover over their children.

"Yes. The two Originals." You said as Elena was surprised while Elijah and Klaus groaned if you were in Mystic Falls so was Mikael.

"Look I can care less about a baby vampire and doppelganger. So hand..." You were cut off by a werewolf wrapping a hand around your thoat. Which didn't last long as the wolf fell over dead.

"Do not touch my wife and let my sons go." Mikael growled hand covered in blood. You sighed as much as you loved your husband, you wish he would ease up on your children. You walked over to Elijah and Klaus freeing the two and Elena watched how soft you treated the two.

"Mother....there was no need to bring father." Elijah groaned just laying his head in your lap too tired to fight the vervain in his system.

"Sorry darling but he followed. You know how your father is." You say softly running your fingers though Elijah's hair relaxing the vampire. Klaus also leaned against you feeling just as tired.

Mikael had done everything for his children. Making sure they feed, making sure Esther doesn't find them, always taking on whatever pain they could face. You knew how much of a brute Mikael was before his first born but now.

'The world seemed to stop whenever I first held each of them. I knew I would do anything for them.' Was what Mikael told you when you first asked about his past. Mikael dropped the body and was by you three right away worry settling over his face as he began to look over Klaus since he seemed worst.

"Niklaus? Are you alright? What do you need?"

"For...you to...not baby me." Klaus growled weakly pushing Mikael away. It was always Klaus, Kol, and Rebekah that got of Mikael's over protectiveness. Mikael was unimpressed by Klaus as he lifted the hybrid laying him on the couch.

"I'm sorry....but who are these people?!" Damon asked seeing Elijah being practically being cuddled by you while Mikael rubbed Klaus's back still worried about the hybrid.

"This is our mother Y/N and father Mikael. They have followed me to Mystic Falls no doubt." Elijah said weakly wrapping his arms around your waist groaning in pain. Elena frowned confused as Damon was surprised.

"I thought the Original witch was your mother?"

"Birth mother but no mother of ours due to the whole trying to murder us thing." Klaus huffed feeling a little better and Mikael went to get your sons some blood. Damon couldn't believe what he was seeing both Originals being babied by you. It was odd to Damon since it was clear you were a younger vampire than the Originals, yet here they were treating you like their mother.

"Mother, why have you came?" Elijah asked looking up at you feeling you run your fingers though his hair.

"Your father wanted to help Niklaus and to bring the family together." You said softly looking worried as Elijah closed his eyes. Mikael returned with blood bags and handed you one to feed Elijah. Both Damon and Elena watched surprised and unsure on what to do.

Mikael was angry for one Esther was alive and two the witch treated you like you were nothing but some maid. Of course the siblings watched their father grow more angry with Esther after passing comment the witch made about you. Esther glared at you seeing you sitting with Finn just talking. Since being undaggered Finn hanged around you just like Elijah, both were mama boys.

"I have a announcement." Esther said making herself known to her family ignoring how Mikael glared at her. Everyone looked at the witch unaware of her plan.

"I have decided that we should have a ball. As a family we should show that we mean no harm."

"That means I can take mother shopping!" Rebekah squealed happily standing up and Esther smiled.

"I would love that Rebekah."

"I said mother not you Esther." Rebekah said taking your hand dragging you out of the room with Finn following after. Esther left in a huff angry as in the witch's eyes you stole her family.

"Stop messing with your tie love." You say softly fixing your husband's tie looking up at the Viking. Mikael huffed kissing your forehead letting you fix his tie.

"I worry Esther is hiding something." Mikael says moving a hand along your curves. The dress you wore was a deep red and backless, it had a beaded bust and flowy skirt prefect for dancing.

"No worries my love. If she is we will protect the children." You say looping your arm though Mikael's walking out to the ball. You looked out seeing your children with their dates while Esther looked down at everyone.

"Ma, I want you to meet Bonnie. Bonnie my mother Y/N and father Mikael." Kol says smiling as Bonnie shook your hand. You saw how happy Kol looked with the young witch.

"I hope my darling son has been a gentleman."

"Oh...he has ma'am." Bonnie says following your eye sight up to Esther then looked at you seeing you wink at her. Bonnie caught on to your signs to keep an eye out for Esther and it didn't help that the Original witch met with Elena.

Murder, Esther wanted to kill her family and was going to do it by linking them together. You couldn't stop it due to the stronger witch taking you out first. Finn pressed a cool clothe to your forehead worry written all over his face.

"How is mother?" Elijah asked walking into the bedroom suit jacket gone along with his tie. You layed in your bed in the thinnest nightgown you owned under just a sheet.

"Weak....she can't keep down blood. How's father?" Finn said sounding tired since he was the one up with you the most other than Elijah.

"Niklaus and Kol had been trying to stop him from rampaging though the town. Rebekah is getting answers from Elena."

"Babies....my sweet boys...if I..." You rasped out making them jump and Finn wiped the sweat from your face.

"Shhhh mother. You will be fine, save your strength. Bonnie will fix this." Elijah says softly brushing your hair from your face. You smiled weakly watching your boys clean up around your room.

"I broke the link but as for curing Y/N ...it'll take longer." Bonnie tells Klaus frowning before diving into her grimoire. Klaus looked at Kol worried that Bonnie was over working herself and looked into getting another witch. While Mikael was with Elijah and Finn taking care of Esther.

"How are you feeling mama?" Rebekah asked opening a window to air out the room. You smiled weakly at Rebekah feeling her lay next to you holding your hand.

"A bit better my sweet girl." You whispered breathing slowly making Rebekah frown. You felt your daughter press closer and you knew she was worried.

"I'll be okay, love." You say softly running your fingers though Rebekah's hair relaxing and she began to fall asleep.

You woke startled feeling Finn at your back and noticed your other children also in the bed. You felt better and smiled feeling Elijah mumbled in his sleep pressing his face into your abdomen. Klaus was behind Rebekah who was still pressed against your side while Kol was piled onto Elijah.

"They wanted to stay with you." Mikael says leaning over kissing your forehead making you smile.

"Understandable. Where is Esther?" You asked reaching for Mikael's hand feeling happy lacing your fingers with his.

"Dead and hopefully she stays dead." Mikael says rubbing your hand and you both just relaxed watching the siblings sleep. You both just wanted to enjoy the quiet before they woke up.

"Should we tell them?" You asked feeling the siblings press closer squeezing you. Mikael chuckled kissing your hand before looking at your abdomen.

"Later, let's enjoy our moment together."

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idanceuntilidie · 7 months

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obsessivevoidkitten · 2 months

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These are all the things I want to grow and have the seeds for this year, though some things are missing from this list. I still need more soil, most of the produce goes to the senior center so if anyone wants to throw me 3 dollars for a bag of dirt it goes to a good cause, I also save seeds and distribute them to neighbors and some of the people at the senior center. This blog is my only income source as I am an unpaid live-in aide for an elderly woman. No pressure though. Also if anyone just wants to put gardening discussions in my inbox I am totally up for that!

Supernova sunchokes

Red pontiac potatoes, kennebec potatoes, lehigh potatoes, purple viking potatoes, red norland potatoes, also sweet potatoes

Brown sugar tomatoes, amish paste tomatoes, orange hat tomatoes, yellow stuffer tomatoes, yellow pear tomatoes, bosque blue bumblebee tomatoes, bonny best tomatoes, orange icicle tomatoes, sart roloise tomatoes, sweetheart cherry tomatoes, honeycomb tomatoes, barry's crazy cherry tomatoes, kentucky beefsteak tomatoes, and of course PRAIRIE FIRE TOMATOES

Corbaci peppers, ajvarski peppers, sugar rush peach peppers, albino bullnose peppers, binquinho peppers, lemon spice jalapeno peppers

Armenian yard long cucumbers, sumter cucumbers, bushcrop cucumbers, spacemaster 80 cucumbers, green apple cucumbers, lemon cucumbers, dragon's egg cucumbers, poona kheera cucumbers, pick a bushel cucumbers

Rosita eggplants, listda de gandia eggplants, shikou eggplants, casper eggplants

White soul alpine strawberries, seascape strawberries

Strawberry spinach, malabar spinach, thousand head kale, scarlet kale, blooming kale, orach, slobolt lettuce, merlot lettuce, bronze lettuce, buttercrunch lettuce, bibb lettuce, aqua large leaf watercress, swiss chard five color silverbeet

Moonshine sweet corn, glass gem corn, fiesta corn, Incredible R/M sweet corn

Great northern beans, dwarf taylor horticulture beans, jade II beans

Red burgundy okra, jing orange okra

Autumn buckskin pumpkins, long island cheese pumpkins, flat white boer pumpkins, seminole pumpkins, rouge vif d' etampes pumpkins

Gumball mix radishes, china rose radishes, de 18 jours radishes, golden helios radishes, purple plum radishes, diana hybrid radishes, pink dawn radishes

Chocolate cherry sunflowers, autumn beauty sunflowers, evening sunflowers, russian mammoth sunflowers, florenza sunflowers, lemon queen sunflowers

Peach melba nasturtiums, whirlybird nasturtiums, orchid flame nasturtiums, tip top alaska salmon nasturtiums, tip top rose nasturtiums

Gill's golden pippin squash, honeynut squash, candy roaster squash, delicata squash, early prolific straightneck squash

Jolly jester marigolds, mexican mint marigolds, safari scarlet marigolds, orange flame marigolds, colossus bicolor red gold marigolds

Purple coneflowers, black eyed susans, moss roses, coleus pinto mix

Double tall mix strawflowers, copper red strawflowers, king size orange strawflowers

Pampas plume celosias, eternity mix celosias

Desert king watermelons, lemon drop watermelons, royal golden watermelons, tigger melons, kajari melons, golden crispy melons, golden jenny melons

Purple dragon carrots, melbec carrots, uzbek gold carrots, koral carrots

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Subject: True Ruler

Previous alias: The Baron Active aliases: Queen, TR Threat-Level Classification: A-II Status: Prefers to be left alone

The True Ruler is not a stickfigure. Current pronouns are she/her. Rules the True Kingdom that lies beyond the Eternal Plains. Likes to put one foot over people's heads like a pedestal. Moves really slow but with poise and bravado. Always makes eye contact, but when she's near enough to your face, she will stare at your lips instead. Demands anyone/everyone to kneel. And once they pledge their loyalty, they become Her Peasants. Peasants are automatically granted with "safe passage". Can easily Banish anyone then teleports them back to their own reality. Wife of the Black Hare [citation needed] Has previous affiliation with The Benefactor [citation needed]

The Eternal Plains Is a sentient and hostile reality where survival is pretty low. Anyone must pledge loyalty to a designated ruler to be able to have "safe passage". If a person is marked as one of The Banished Ones, the Eternal Plains will proceed to hunt that person until they go back to their own reality or are dead.

Notable Quote: "I don't have enough hubris to challenge God, but I will be satisfied once this transgressor kneels before me."

Observable abilities: Blast-proof and seems to be immune to any kind of heavy bombardment Has been observed to stop projectiles in mid-air and fling it back to its user Banishment and the ability to teleport other people

Other suspected abilities [citation needed] D O M A I N Reincarnation Time Lock

Attachment A: A recreated image of the True Ruler based on the descriptions of one of The Banished Ones.

Attachment B: Flag of the True Kingdom by @4ndr3wm4rt3

Author's Note

TR was a persona born from RPing with Cult Leader @raccoon-hybrid and their Devotees the other day. (Although The Baron and The Benefactor are really old OCs I have.)

Here's the ref I used

Source (Warning sexual lyrics)

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insomniakisses · 1 year

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Fire and Blood / HOTD Masterlist

💖 Fluff / 🌧 Angst /🔥 Smut / 🤝 Platonic / 💞 related / 🧬 hybrid / 🐺 omegaverse / 🍆 G!p / 🧛vampire / 🐕 werewolf / ⚡️Modern Au / ✨authors / 💀 supernatural au

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We should call her aemma 🐺

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Pleasant surprises 💖

-> Unexpected news and welcome surprises 💖

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An eye for an eye

One 🌧

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Pregnant!Alicent x Reader x Rhaenyra 🔥🐺✨

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agnerd-bot · 10 months

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Fate Fanservant: Cinderella, Queen of All Fairy Tales(Ruler)

Ascension Stages:

First Stage: Cinderella is clad in an older, ragged cloak that covers most of her body. Faint hints of a scar can be seen on the left side of her face, but she has drawn her hood up to hide it from the world. Her clothes are older, ill-fitting and tearing in several places, but a faint aura of gold and white seems to surround her even in this state.

Second Stage: The cloak has been removed, and Cinderella is now dressed in a torn jacket and pants, parts of her body covered in bandages. On her body are several burn marks of black and red, covering a fair amount of her body. Her hair is pulled back, revealing a burn scar on the left side of her face. Most notably, her arms and legs have been burned almost completely black, akin to molten rock. Fire dances at her fingertips, and her face has taken a more downcast expression.

Final Stage: Cinderella’s ragged and torn clothes have been replaced with an ornate white and blue dress, and silver gloves and stockings with golden trim adorn her arms and legs. A pair of glass slippers gleam upon her feet, and a silver anklet shines on her leg. In her hands are a sword and shield made of the very same magical glass. Adorning her figure are various panes of glass, hovering around her to defend. Her scars are in full display now beneath the glass, but she bears her wounds with pride rather than shame.

Theme:

First Ascension: I Dreamed A Dream (From "Les Misérables")

Queen of Fairy Tales Theme: Florence + the Machine - Dog Days Are Over

Battle Theme: Love the Subhuman Self [With Lyrics] (Millia Theme) - Guilty Gear Strive OST

Grand Battle Theme(VS Fenrir Riding Hood): Death Battle: Fireborn (From the Rooster Teeth Series)

Traits:

Class: Ruler

Alternate Class: Saber, Rider, Caster, Shielder

True Name: Cinderella/Rhodopis

Source: Fairy Tales

Region: Worldwide

Alignment: Lawful Good Attribute: Star

Known as: ATU 510A, Aschenputtel, Doricha, Le Fresne, Cenerentola, Cendrillon, Finette Cendron, Vasilisa, Ċiklemfusa, Katie Woodencloak, Ashey Pelt, Trembling, Nyasha, Settareh, Maha, Yè Xiàn, Tám, Chūjō-hime, Nagami, Damura, Bawang Putih, Jouanah, Pear Blossom, Maria, Oochigeaskw, The Cinder Maid, The Queen of All Fairy Tales, The Persecuted Heroine, Dream and Dreamer, Guardian of Happily Ever After

Voice Actress: Yuu Asakawa

Deck: QQABB

Parameters:

Strength: B- Endurance: A++ Agility: B+ Mana: A+ Luck: EX NP: EX

Passive Skills:

Blessing of True Magic EX:

As a Servant intrinsically tied to magical powers protecting and guiding her, Cinderella boasts a Magic Resistance surpassed only by deities and saints. Her Magic Resistance grants her the ability to nullify nearly any spell used against her, barring any extreme circumstances. As a Servant who embodies the concept of 'happily ever after', any attempts at trying to destroy said happy ending will be outright nullified completely.

Interestingly, Cinderella's Blessing of True Magic seems to be a hybrid of an innate resistance to magical powers afforded to her by her status as a Ruler-class, and an unknown outside source of magical energy protecting her at all times. It is through this combination of her abilities that her Magic Resistance is so unusually high in comparison to most Servants.

(FGO Effect:) -Increases own debuff resistance by 25%. -Increases own buff removal resistance by 25%. -Grants self Buff Block immunity. -Charges own NP gauge by 7.5% when attacking with Buster Cards.

Item Construction(Fairy Tale) B:

As much of Cinderella's tale involves the use of magic to produce fanciful dresses, slippers of gold and glass, wondrous carriages, and so much more, she has the Item Construction skill applied to her by default. Using her magic, she can create numerous items out of seemingly nothing but junk or vegetation lying around the area, and can even transmute living creatures into other entities, such as changing mice and dogs into humans, or woodland creatures into mighty stallions.

However, many of these items can only last for a limited time, vanishing in a matter of hours, or even less, depending on how much power she puts into creating these items. When these items are present, though, they are often of the highest quality materials and efficiency, even when they are made from actual garbage.

(FGO Effect:) -Increases own buff success rate by 8%. -Increases own critical star generation rate by 8%.

Riding A+:

Due to her nature as a woman who can capture the heart of any beast or animal she chooses, Cinderella has an incredibly high Riding skill, even when manifesting as a Ruler Class Servant. Even the most rowdy of Phantasmal Beasts or Dragon Kind are willing to lend her their aid for short periods of time, with only almighty Divine Beasts being able to stand outside of her influence. If no animals are available for her to ride, she can also temporarily create steeds in the form of pumpkins, vines, and other inanimate objects.

Despite her unmatched talents at taming animals and plants, she often struggles with managing more modern vehicles compared to other Servants, hence why she lacks an EX Rank. This has done nothing to discourage her from trying, however, and she often dreams of being able to use more modern vehicles by herself someday.

“A motorcycle... So cool...! Yes, I will definitely learn how to use one someday! ...I hope.”

(FGO Effect:) -Increases own Quick performance by 12%.

On the Border of Reality and Fantasy EX:

In contrast to her husband, Prince Charming, who is a Servant that is wholly fictional, or to a Servant such as Marie Curie, who is undoubtedly a real person, Cinderella stands in a unique position. While the character of Cinderella is undoubtedly one borne from fantasy and fairy tales, records do show that there was once a person who existed that inspired one of the first versions of Cinderella: Rhodopis, a hetaera from the Sixth Century BC who served as a slave to the storyteller Aesop, and eventually married the King of Egypt.

Reality and Fantasy, Truth and Lies, Fact and Fiction. Cinderella is both and neither, an anomaly that walks along their borders without faltering. As a consequence of this dual existence, Cinderella stands outside of the usual constraints of the Summoning System. Even in a Singularity where heroes and fantasies have all but died, and even in a reality where no traces of Mana can hope to exist, Cinderella will still be able to manifest in some form.

She is both dream and dreamer, a fantasy who holds fantasies of her own, and a persecuted maiden that will forever wish for better things to come. The greatest heroine of all Fairy Tales, the almighty queen of stories new and old, to which all others must inevitably bow their heads to.

(FGO Effect:) -Increases NP by 5% each turn. -Gain 5 Critical Stars each turn.

Queen of All Fairy Tales EX:

Among all other Fairy Tales, Cinderella is the one that can be most argued to be the most well-known throughout the world, with there being five hundred different variations known in Europe alone, and roughly eight hundred versions told around the world. Nearly any culture can look upon Cinderella and recognize her in some type of form. As a result, she has an ability akin to that of a Divine Core, a power granted to her by her status as Queen of All Fairy Tales.

As a Servant, Cinderella exists as an embodiment of the hopes and dreams of those who have suffered, those who have been lost, or those who feel trapped in a cruel and merciless life with which there seems to be no escape from. She is the very concept of 'a miracle', someone who was able to escape her own horrible life and lay claim to her own happily ever after in the end. While her combat ability in her own stories was essentially nonexistent, as a Servant, she stands among the strongest to ever live due to how her story resonates with nearly all people across the world.

However, it is not power that grants her the legendary title, but rather her heart. Even in the face of the cruelty she was subject to for ages, her will was never truly broken. Even after years of abuse and hardship, she never truly lost her kindness.

A story so beloved and so enduring that multiple cultures can come up with it simultaneously and tell it in different ways, a story where the good are rewarded and escape their suffering, and where the wicked are stopped and made powerless, and a story where an abused, innocent girl is allowed her happily ever after.

(FGO Effect:) -Increases own damage by 300. -Decreases damage taken by 300.

Active Skills:

The Persecuted Heroine EX:

After the death of her mother, Cinderella's father remarried to a wicked and cruel stepmother, who brought in her evil but beautiful stepdaughters. They stripped her of her clothes, forced her to eat and live in the kitchen, and made a slave of her, forcing her to work day and night at impossible tasks and making her sleep by the hearth in order to stay warm. When she woke up covered in cinders, her family gave her the mocking name of 'Cinderella'.

However, despite the suffering she had to go through, she still had a safe refuge in both the hazel tree she had planted by her mother's grave and the animals that she had befriended with her good heart. Through them, she was able to accomplish the impossible tasks her stepmother gave her each and every day, and with their gifts, she was able to attain the happiness she was denied in the end.

This manifests as a skill akin to Animal Communication, where Cinderella can communicate with wildlife as easily as one can communicate with people. Unlike Animal Communication, where the animals gain no real increase in intellect, this skill enchants the animals with magic, granting them greater thinking comparable to that of humanity and empowering them with magical abilities on par with an Anti-Army Noble Phantasm, allowing Cinderella to properly direct them in combat or combine them with her own magic. Or simply ask them to help her with chores.

Among the closest connections Cinderella has with her animal companions is that of a lone eagle, the very same bird from the tale of Rhodopis that stole her sandal and dropped it into the lap of the king. Even if no one else would answer her call, this noble bird will always come to aid her, even at the end of days.

(FGO Effect:) -Increase critical damage for all allies. -Gains critical stars based on the number of Animal-Characteristic allies. -Reduces own critical star absorption for 1 turn[Demerit].

The Stroke of Midnight B:

As the fairy tale goes, the magical dress and coach that was granted to Cinderella were astonishingly miraculous. They outshone every other person at the ball, gaining the attention and catching the heart of the kingdom's prince. She shone as if she was a beautiful angel from Heaven, and at the ball, her grace and beauty that was constantly trod upon by her abusive family was allowed to truly shine for the world to see. That night, her heart was filled with a happiness she hadn't known in the years since her mother had passed away. However, the magic was not meant to last, with it all fading away at the stroke of midnight. And so, Cinderella had to run far away to her home before the magic faded completely, hiding in a tree until the prince had lost her trail.

This part of her legend manifests as the ability to boost her magical energy reserves to great heights, greatly ramping up both her offensive and defensive prowess and overclocking her parameters and skills so that they all jump up by several ranks. However, this skill is limited in that it only works during the night, and is destined to disappear once the clock strikes twelve at midnight. Furthermore, this skill can only be used once every day, meaning that after those three uses have passed, she can no longer activate this ability.

(FGO Effect:) -Charges own NP Gauge. -Grants party Invincibility for one turn. -If there is a 'Fae' Servant on the field, apply Debuff Immune to self(one time). -After three turns, apply Stun to self(one turn)[Demerit].

What Has Been Lost, Now Returned EX:

The embodiment of 'Happily Ever After', the most famous aspect of Cinderella was when the Prince reunited with her, returning the glass slipper that she had left behind. After the Prince and Cinderella wed, she was able to leave the life of pain and misery behind, and embrace her own happy ending, no longer bound by the cruelty and wickedness of her family, who were left exposed as the evil people they were.

As the Queen of All Fairy Tales, Cinderella's power is to ensure that the suffering and downtrodden are granted their happy endings, and that the evil and cruel get their just rewards. As a result, Cinderella has the ability to resist 'alterations' to her own story, akin to an Avenger’s Oblivion Correction. She can resist any attempts at temporal disruption such as Red Riding Hood's own plot to distort her own fairy tale, as well as see when alterations to the story have been made. However, this ability is limited in that she cannot immediately discern the source of these alterations, but merely see that something has been altered.

(FGO Effect:) -Increase attack of all Fairy Tale and Phantom Servants for three turns. -Increase defense of all Fairy Tale and Phantom Servants for three turns. -Apply Guts to all Fairy Tale Servants(two times, five turns).

Noble Phantasms:

Noble Phantasm: Truyện Bất Tử - The Story That Forever Calls You

Rank: B Maximum Targets: 1 Range: —

Classification: Anti-Unit(Self)

A passive Noble Phantasm borne from the Vietnamese fairy tale, "The Story of Tấm and Cám". It is said that after Tám's stepmother and stepsister murdered her out of jealousy for marrying the sovereign, the fair maiden reincarnated multiple times in many different forms to reunite with her betrothed, ranging from a lovely oriole, two gentle peach trees, a wooden loom, burning ashes, a golden apple, before finally being reborn as Tấm herself as she took vengeance upon her wicked stepmother and stepsister for their treachery.

This legend manifests itself as a unique ability. Much like how her husband, Prince Charming, embodies 'the hero that will always triumph over evil', Cinderella embodies 'the maiden who will always escape from her torment'. Cinderella's very existence is innately tied to that of mankind's own hopes and dreams for a better ending. So long as there are people that desire their wishes to come true, there will be a Cinderella to answer their call as their champion. As a Servant that embodies dreamers and fantasies, Cinderella will always be reborn, just as her stories are told again and again. Even when her enemies kill her again and again, Cinderella will find a way to return and reclaim what was stolen from her, outright forcing the World to allow her back in through sheer will.

This Noble Phantasm does have its limitations, however. It is not a 'true' immortality like that of the Monkey King Sun Wukong or the Lunar Rabbit Yù Tù. Rather, with this reincarnation ability, she lacks a 'concept of death', akin to the Primordial Mother, albeit on a lesser scale, so in theory, an attack akin to the First Hassan's Azrael could stop her reincarnation and render her mortal.

Nevertheless, even in the face of death and darkness, the Persecuted Heroine will continue to stand, the last line of defense for all who have looked up at the night sky and dreamed.

Noble Phantasm: La Colère de Cendrillon - The Hate That Forever Binds You

Rank: A Maximum Targets: 1 Range: —

Classification: Anti-Unit(Self)

In her tales told in Europe, Cinderella gained her name from the fact that her body was often covered by dust and ash from working so hard for her family without rest without any thanks or respite. She wasn’t even allowed to sleep in a bed like the rest of the family, instead being forced to sleep by the fireplace for warmth. The cruelty of her family weighed heavily on her soul, but not once could she ever let loose her sorrows or her frustrations, or else she would be turned out onto the streets. For years, Cinderella was forced to endure years of physical, emotional, and financial abuse, holding her tongue for fear of reprisal, only escaping thanks to the work of her mother's hazel tree.

But even the miraculous fortune granted to her could not rid her of her own bitterness and self-loathing. Even marrying a prince who loved her with all his heart could not erase her past or let her forget her suffering. The pain she had to live through followed her like a scourge all her life, even in her ‘Happily Ever After’. As a Servant, this anger manifests as the very cinders that gave her her name, with her arms and legs being burned pitch-black and crackling like flame. The fires she wields are the embodiment of the grief and rage she was never able to truly express under her family’s thumb. If Cinderella needs to take a stand and fight, she can unleash torrents of fire from her limbs that grow even stronger the more violent her emotions grow, and burn far longer and hotter than any normal fires ever would, and are intense enough to burn an enemy’s very existence to ash.

However, despite the sheer power of this Noble Phantasm, it comes at a great cost to her as well. If Cinderella were to let her own self-loathing and rage consume her utterly, she would risk losing herself completely to her own darkest parts, becoming a raging flame that would burn the World itself to ash and cinders, before ultimately burning herself away along with it.

Cinderella herself dislikes using this Noble Phantasm, as she believes it is emblematic of everything wrong about her, everything she hates about herself, and the ultimate proof that her family was right about her.

Noble Phantasm: Pantofola di Vetro - The Gift That Finally Frees You

Rank: A+ Maximum Targets: 1 Range: —

Classification: Anti-World(Self)

Cinderella’s second Noble Phantasm, the evolved version of La Colère de Cendrillon, manifesting as her main armaments as the Queen of All Fairy Tales. The resentful flames and ashes of her abusive past having been tempered and cooled. The toxic ashes and burning fires that surrounded her at all times when she was younger have been transformed into a beautiful armor spun from magical glass, the fabled gift that set her free from her abusive home life. No longer is she harmed by her own self-loathing or resentment, but rather shields herself with the dignity and grace of a queen.

As the story goes, among the items that Cinderella was gifted when she was dressed up to go to the ball, the most eye-catching and famous was the pair of glass slippers she wore, perfectly molded to fit her and her alone. When Cinderella fled the ball at the stroke of midnight, she ended up leaving one of her glass slippers behind in her flight home. It was through this same glass slipper that the prince was able to find her again, searching throughout the land to find the one girl in all the kingdom who would match the slipper. When the prince reunited with Cinderella, she was granted the one thing she was never gifted throughout her life: an escape from the hell that was her family’s abuse, mockery, and neglect, and she was given a chance to pursue her own happiness after years of torment and sadness, finally being able to smile again.

As a Servant, this part of her story manifests as enchanted glass armor, far more sturdy than its fragile appearance would suggest. This mystical glass repels evil, and automatically protects Cinderella from any attack ranked A+ or lower, much like Heracles's God Hand, ensuring that Cinderella is effectively immune to any attack not outright ranked at EX, and any attack that does manage to bypass these defenses are severely reduced in power. While Heracles's God Hand grants him 'a body that knows no death', Cinderella's Glass Slipper gifts her 'a shield that will push through the darkness', triumphing over every trial and tribulation the world seeks to throw at her in order to reach her own 'happily ever after'. Combined with her Blessing of True Magic skill, Cinderella’s incredible defenses allow her to outright nullify almost any attack thrown at her, allowing her to advance forward even in the face of the most terrifying monsters. So mighty is this armor that it can even withstand blows from Prince Charming’s almighty Marmyadose, though the chances of Cinderella and Prince Charming ever fighting one another in battle are well and truly impossible.

In conjunction with her powerful armor, Cinderella can also create constructs made out of this same enchanted glass, from a nigh-invulnerable shield that can halt even Divine Weapons, a powerful horse and carriage comparable to Dragonkind, pillars of spun glass that can rise past even the tallest mountains, to even an entire enchanted forest and castle to serve as a fortress against enemies as powerful as Fenrir Riding Hood. If Cinderella needs to enter combat directly, she can even focus the magic-negating properties of her glass armor into a gleaming blade that can carve through even enemies from the Age of Gods.

This Noble Phantasm is a near-perfect defense, a bulwark against all who would seek to give the story a wicked and unjust end. Just as La Colère de Cendrillon has the ability to reduce the World to ash and cinders, Pantofola di Vetro has the ability to shield the World from all villainy and dangers. The last and greatest line of defense for humanity’s dreamers.

Noble Phantasm: Once Upon a Time - The Stories That Are Carried With YouRank: E-A++Maximum Targets: —Range: —

Classification: Anti-Narrative

An almighty Noble Phantasm that serves as a record of human history itself, and the twin to Prince Charming’s own Ever After. This technique functions similar to that of Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon and Menes' Imperial Privilege, being a manifestation of all of mankind’s accomplishments. While the King of Heroes has an armory of all the weapons mankind has made and will ever make, and Menes has the capability to replicate any and all physical attributes she has witnessed, Cinderella's Noble Phantasm allows her to reach directly into the Throne of Heroes, bypassing the typical Summoning Rituals or defenses placed upon it by the World to call upon a champion to fight in her name. Even heroes who have been long forgotten or anti-heroes abandoned and scorned by the world feel compelled to come to Cinderella's aid by this Noble Phantasm, and upon their arrival, their abilities are further enhanced even beyond a Servant's normal capabilities.

While Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon is the embodiment of subjugation, and Menes' Imperial Privilege is the embodiment of domination, Cinderella's Once Upon a Time is the embodiment of human connection. It is not a forced summoning of a hero, like the Summoning System used by mages in the Grail Wars. Nor is it an emergency call to arms by the Counter Force in order to surmount an impossible foe. Rather, her charisma and honesty is enough to sway even the most steadfast and cruel of hearts, allowing her to call forth a champion who will fight to save the world without hesitation. Even in the face of impossible barriers to a Servant’s arrival such as Goetia’s Nega-Summon or Red Riding Hood’s Nega-Champion, a hero will be able to make their way through the darkness to hold the banner of humanity high. In summation, this Noble Phantasm is the very embodiment of the concept of 'Happily Ever After', a summoning of a great hero to save the day and vanquish evil.

"The world is cruel… The world is wicked… The world has produced much evil and sorrow… I should know. I have lived through it myself firsthand. But even then, I have faith in humanity. Faith that there is kindness even in the face of cruelty. Where there is good despite the wickedness. Where there can be happiness and joy even when hatred and sadness seems so insurmountable. Most of all… I believe you truly can save the world and give it a happy ending."

Noble Phantasm: Ewig Sanfter Haselnussbaum - The Love That Never Leaves YouRank: EXMaximum Targets: 1Range: —Classification: Anti-Narrative(Self)

In almost every version of the Cinderella story that has been told, there is one unifying factor between them all: a benefactor, sometimes magical, sometimes mundane, that nonetheless arrives in the heroine’s darkest hour in order to bless her with a miracle. In some stories, it is the heroine’s fairy godmother or an angel come to reward her for her piety and kindness. In other stories, it is an animal such as a divine eagle or golden fish. In other stories, it is a powerful witch or almighty god who seeks to test the heroine’s goodness and charity. Whatever the form or shape the mystical helper takes, they serve as the ultimate reward for the heroine’s pure soul and righteous heart.

In particular, this Noble Phantasm takes the form of the hazel tree that Cinderella planted by her mother's grave, where all her fortunes sprang from, and the only place she ever felt safe as a child upon her mother’s passing. In reality, this hazel tree is the very soul of her deceased mother possessing the hazel tree planted at her grave, continuing to provide for her long after her passing. While she passed away at a young age, her determination to bring her child happiness was strong enough to possess the tree that Cinderella had planted at her mother’s grave. This tree gave her the ability to commune with animals to serve as her protectors and helpers. It gave her her lovely dress with which she arrived at the ball, outshining any other beauty in the room. It gave her magical powers of her own when the time was needed to protect the world she loved, pushing her to be a shining light even in the darkest hours. Even now, she still watches over her daughter as her Noble Phantasm, serving as the source of all the incredible magic Cinderella has at her disposal, and a guardian who will answer her call when she is needed.

When called upon by Cinderella, her Noble Phantasm manifests as a massive tree in the shape of a woman towering over even the almighty wolf of Ragnarok, Fenrir. This treant will not hesitate to attack anything and everything that wishes to do Cinderella harm, fighting with the relentlessness and love of a true mother’s love and will, whether it be summoning animals to maul her enemies, or merely crushing her opponents with her mighty branches. The hazel tree is fully capable of acting without Cinderella's commands, and indeed has a mind of its very own, able to take action even when Cinderella herself has been incapacitated. Anything and everything that is even remotely a threat to Cinderella is an enemy, and all enemies of Cinderella must be destroyed without mercy.

However, despite the fearsome power of the hazel tree, it is not her physical abilities that make this Noble Phantasm such a terrifying one to face. Rather, it is the wishes that Cinderella holds. Much like how the hazel tree was able to create the impossible throughout the story, providing Cinderella a dress and shoes so she could find her true love, and helped her complete the impossible tasks set by her stepmother, so too will the hazel tree grant Cinderella's hopes when wished upon. So long as the wish made is selfless in nature, Cinderella's dreams will become reality. These wishes grow even more powerful the greater the impossibility of the act is, akin to Apollo 11’s own Noble Phantasm.

In essence, this Noble Phantasm is the very manifestation of the strongest magic to ever exist within a fairy tale: an act of true love

(FGO Effect:) -Increases own damage for every Fairy Tale Servant in the Party for three turns(includes back row). -Deal Heavy Anti-Evil damage to a single enemy(effect increases with Overcharge). -Increases own NP Gauge for every Fairy Tale Servant(includes back row). -Apply Anti-Purge Defense to self for three attacks, three turns.

Voice Lines(First and Second Ascension):

Summoned: Guten Tag, I am Aschenputtel, Ruler Class. Ah, sorry, you might be more used to my English name, Cinderella. I'm not that important of a Servant, and I don't really have anything that makes me special compared to other Servants, but I'll do my best to not let you down. Whatever you ask of me, I will accomplish to the best of my ability.

Level Up 1: Are you sure? I don't know if I'm the best one to be given this kind of power.

Level Up 2: Th... Thank you! I won't waste this opportunity!

1st Ascension: I'm sorry you have to look at me like this... My hands and feet, burned black due to tending the fires so much. It's hideous, I know... But thank you for keeping me around, all the same.

2nd Ascension: Will these ashes ever leave me be…? …no, I suppose I already know the answer to that, don’t I? Still… I’m glad that I can help you and your endeavors despite these terrible burns of mine.

Fight Start 1: *sigh* I suppose that I have no choice in the matter, do I?

Fight Start 2: I-I’m sorry to bother you, but can you help me out right now?

Fight Start 3: I admit that I’m not much of a partner… But can we dance all the same?

Skill 1: *whistles*

Skill 2: Just a moment, I’ll be right there!

Skill 3: If that is what is needed of me.

Command Card Select 1: I-I’m not really a fighter.

Command Card Select 2: My little friends, could you please help me?

Command Card Select 3: I’ll finish this task the best I can!

Noble Phantasm Select 1: Are you ready… To be consumed by the cinders…?!

Noble Phantasm Select 2: Ghhh… Haaaaaah… “That’s it… Feed the fires…”

Attack 1: U-um… Please don’t blind them this time.

Attack 2: Oh, thank you for your help!

Attack 3: Let’s go!

Attack 4: Eep!

Attack 5: I’m warning you… Please run!

Attack 6: BURN!

Attack 7: Haah… HAAAAAAH!

Attack 8: Let the cinders fall where they may.

Attack 9: Incinerate them…

Extra Attack 1: Sorry to disturb you, Sir Knight, but… (Lancelot: Think nothing of it, fair lady! Arondight OVERLOAD!!!)

Extra Attack 2: Pardon me, you two, but could you give me a lift? (Hessian Lobo: *howls*)

Extra Attack 3: I, um, hope you two don’t mind the sudden summons. (Miss Crane: A chance to work with the Cinderella?! EEEEEE! Habetrot: Nyahahaha! A tailor’s work is never done!)

Extra Attack 4: Time for a bit of cleaning, Lady Beni-Enma? (Beni-Enma: It can’t be helped, dechi.)

Extra Attack 5: Red Riding Hood… You’re helping me too? (Red Riding Hood: For now at the very least. *bang*)

Noble Phantasm 1:

P… Please…

Run away.

I… I can’t control it.

I don’t want to burn you… but I can’t hold back anymore.

La Colère de Cendrillon…!

Noble Phantasm 2:

Ngh… Ghh…

Get… AWAY…!

LA COLÉRE DE CENDRILLION!!!

Noble Phantasm 3:

“Don’t hold back anymore…”

“Hurt them. Hurt them just like they hurt you.”

“The pain… the misery… the sorrow… Let it all burn within you…”

“Let it consume every essence of your being… And let it consume them down to their very soul.”

“Let. It. Out.”

Damage from Noble Phantasm: I’m sorry…! I’m sorry!

Regular Damage: Kyah!

Defeated 1: I let… All of you down.

Defeated 2: I should’ve known better than to have come here…

Victory 1: I won?! I-I mean, I won!

Victory 2: I’m sorry… I hope your story has a better ending in the next life..

Bond Level 1: *fidget* *fidget* I'm sorry, am I bothering you? O-or perhaps you need me to help clean up around here? I couldn't help but notice that there was some cleaning that needed to be done. ...yes, I think I'll get right on that.

Bond Level 2: 'Why do I work so hard...?' Well, I thought something like that would be clear. After all... It's what I was raised to do. My... family, all they asked of me is to help satisfy their own needs. So... after a while, I learned to be quiet and serve. I don't particularly mind doing this work. After all, it means I get to accomplish something. It's certainly easier to stomach than being considered a queen of all things.

Bond Level 3: ...Master. Can I confess something to you? ...I'm scared. Scared of all this power I have at my fingertips. I'm truly nothing special, at the end of the day. I'm weak... I'm ugly... I've never really accomplished anything on my own. And yet... everyone looks at me, expecting me to be a grand hero or champion. But... I'm just me. Useless... weak... me.

Bond Level 4: I still don't understand... Why me? Why did my dear prince choose me of all people there? I didn't even come to the ball to meet him. I just wanted a night where I could be happy and not care about the weight of the world. And yet... he danced with me, made my heart feel like the weariness and heartache was all worth it for that fleeting moment. I wonder... What went through his head that night?

Bond Level 5: Master... Thank you for listening to me. I confess, I still don't know if I can bear the image of the 'Queen of All Fairy Tales', but I've been thrust into the role regardless. I may not live up to the expectations the world has of me… Perhaps I never will. Be that as it may, I still want to try. I don't believe in the 'Cinderella' that my mother and my prince saw in me... But I believe in them. And if they were able to find something in me worth loving... Then perhaps they're right.

Dialogue 1: You don’t have to act so amazed around me, you know. I’m nothing more than a simple servant girl who got lucky.

Dialogue 2: I’m your Servant… That means you tell me what to do, and I fulfill it to the best of my abilities.

Dialogue 3: It feels nice to be able to take a break every once in a while, don’t you think? Back home, I never really had a chance to sit down and rest.

Dialogue 4: *whistles* Hahahaha! It seems that even in Chaldea, there are little creatures that are willing to hear me sing to them. I rather like it. It’s so much nicer to be able to sing with an audience listening, don’t you think?

Dialogue 5 (If you have Prince Charming): Have I ever told you about the night my dear Prince Charming and I met? It feels like an impossible dream, yet an ever-enduring memory… He was the first to treat me with such genuine kindness after… Well, either way, I knew from the start that he was the man that I would marry. And you know what? I stand by that belief even to this day.

Dialogue 6 (If you have Red Riding Hood(Pre True-Name Narration)): Ah, Blanchette! It’s good to see you doing well! Hm? A hike in the woods? *sigh* I suppose that look you’re giving me means that I should go along with you, shouldn’t I? Heaven knows you tend to get yourself lost far too often…

Dialogue 7 (If you have Pinocchio): Oh, buongiorno, Maestro Pinnochio! I see you’re as active as usual today! Eh? N-no you can’t ask my mother for firewood! … O-oh. It was a joke, I see. Still, one shouldn’t make jokes like that so carelessly. Especially if you’re swinging around such a large axe…

Dialogue 8 (If you have Frau Trude Gothel): D-Dame Gothel?! She’s here as well?! I… To think the monster from my childhood would be here in the flesh… M-Master, are you sure it’s wise to have someone like this around Chaldea?!

Dialogue 9 (If you have The Fairy Godmother): The Fairy Godmother… I’ve heard that many believe our stories to be intertwined with one another. I must admit, though… I don’t think I’ve ever met her myself. At least, not in person. She seems to be very familiar with me though.

Dialogue 10 (If you have “Goldilocks”): Oh, hello Goldilocks! I’m glad we’re able to meet each other again… O-oh, you’re busy eating? I see… I’m sorry for interrupting you then…

Dialogue 11 (If you have Baba Yaga): Frau Yaga? I must say I didn’t expect you to be here. Um, not that I’m not happy to see you here! That is… Um… I’ll just leave now.

Dialogue 12 (If you have Elizabeth Bàthory (Cinderella)): Another me…? And she's an actual noble? She probably is much better than me… Maybe she deserves to be the heroine more than I do…

Dialogue 13 (If you have Miss Crane): Miss Crane… Her weaving is the stuff of legends. To think that such a veteran artisan would be here in Chaldea… I… Do you think she would mind if I asked her for some advice for my own tailoring?

Dialogue 14 (If you have Beni-Enma): The Tongue-Cut Sparrow is here as well… Her story is familiar to me, as is her fearsome reputation. That being said, I can’t help but see her as a kindred spirit. Do you think she’d appreciate my help, or would I just get in the way?

Dialogue 15 (If you have Merlin or Lady Avalon): You… You seem familiar to me. And yet, somehow, you feel completely different at the same time. Erm, that being said… Those pranks of yours are a bit much, don’t you think?

Dialogue 16 (If you have Hessian Lobo): You two… You’ve gone through so much, both separately and alone. I can’t even begin to understand what kind of hurt you carry… All the same, thank you for letting me sit with you. I know it means a lot.

Dialogue 17 (If you have Saint Barbara): Oh, Barbara! As active as ever, I see. … Wh-what?! Wait, what are you doing with that dynamite?! H-hey! Barbara! Wait up!

Dialogue 18 (If you have any other ‘Fairy Tale’ Servant): Everyone… Everyone looks at me, as if they expect some grand wisdom or great power of me… Those are expectations I fear I can never live up to.

Dialogue 19 (If you have Medusa): Ah, it’s that pink-haired woman! I really should thank her. She was so kind and welcoming to me when I first arrived in this place. She even helped me find some of the stories that were told of me in Chaldea’s library. For some reason, she seems to look at me as if I was familiar… Perhaps I met her in one of my tales? …could it be? Is she the incarnation of Godfather Snake? …no?

Dialogue 20 (If you have Barghest): Oh my! I’m sorry, miss, I didn’t mean to bump into you- H-huh?! …Master? Why did that woman look at me with tears in her eyes? …Habetrot said that, did she? I see.

Dialogue 21 (If you have Mata Hari): Margaretha… Yes, I know her. I know so many like her. Why wouldn’t I? After all, I know all too well what it’s like to be so alone…

Dialogue 22 (If you have Tiamat): The Mother of All Life… I heard that she was once a Beast of Humanity, driven to madness over the love she had for her children… And yet, I can’t help but feel happy around her. She reminds me of my own mother at times. Oh? A boxed lunch? Is this for me?

Likes: Something I like? Well… I suppose the only real answer I can give to that is my dear Prince Charming. He saved me after all… He took pity on someone like me and chose to marry me. …oh? ‘Pity had nothing to do with it’? Hmm… I suppose you’re right. He’d say the exact same thing to me if he heard my mumblings.

Dislikes: I’m not fond of bullies. Far too many people believe that just because they have money, or power, or… anything really, that they can hurt people. Hurt me. Ghhh…! E-excuse me, I’d rather not talk about this any longer.

About the Holy Grail: They say that the Holy Grail can grant any wish that your heart desires… If I wished on it, could I…? …no. No, someone like me doesn’t deserve to wish on the Grail. Give it to someone who’s more deserving of it.

During an Event: A celebration is going on…? I’d love to go, but… Oh, right, I suppose this situation is different, isn’t it? In that case, would you mind if I accompanied you to this? I-if it’s not too much trouble, I mean.

Birthday: Happy Birthday, Master. Have you made your wish? O-oh, you wish to spend the day with someone like me? … Yes, I’d quite like that. Thank you. Shall we be off, then?

Voice Lines(Final Ascension):

Level Up 1: This feeling… It reminds me of that midnight so long ago. I truly am blessed to have you as my Master.

Level Up 2: The night’s still young, let’s enjoy it while we can! Come, dance with me!

3rd Ascension: This dress... It's the same one I wore when I first met my prince... It's the same one given to me by my mother. I... I'm so glad that I get to dance in it again. Thank you, Master. I don't know if I can ever truly explain how much this means to me... But thank you all the same.

4th Ascension: Master... Thank you so much. Few people have ever treated me with this kindness... I always thought I didn't deserve the chance to be happy, but... Maybe I do. Maybe I deserve to have a happy ending all my own. And... I hope that someday, you too will get your happily ever after…

Fight Start 1: I do not wish to fight you… But I will not back down from this fight, either.

Fight Start 2: And so the story begins once more… With a Once Upon a Time.

Fight Start 3: Shall we dance? I must warn you though, I’m not the most graceful of partners to be had.

Skill 1: I know you’re watching over me, mother…

Skill 2: The midnight hour hasn’t arrived yet.

Skill 3: Allow me to help you with this!

Command Card Select 1: If I must.

Command Card Select 2: Get behind me!

Command Card Select 3: En garde!

Noble Phantasm Select 1: Mother… Allow me to make this simple wish.

Noble Phantasm Select 2: The time has come for the story’s climax…

Attack 1: Wing down, o eagle!

Attack 2: Arise, golden goby!

Attack 3: Help me, great crocodile!

Attack 4: Haaaah!

Attack 5: Come forth, di Vetro!

Attack 6: Glass spun of mystic arts… Protect me now!

Attack 7: My apologies… But you must stand down!

Attack 8: Get behind me!

Attack 9: Our time isn’t up yet!

Extra Attack 1: Please, help me now! (Frau Gothel: Don’t make this a habit, little girl…)

Extra Attack 2: I call upon you, great hero! (THJALFI: Very well then.)

Extra Attack 3: Thank you for your assistance! (William Tell: It’s my pleasure, your majesty.)

Extra Attack 4: Peter! Tinker Bell! (Peter Pan: Woohoo! Let’s do this! Tinker: Peter, wait up!)

Extra Attack 5: I pass this along to you, my love! (Prince Charming: Gladly, my darling! Unicorn: Let’s trample ‘em!)

Noble Phantasm 1:

Tree of Life…

Tree of Glory…

Tree of Salvation…

I come to pray at your roots once more…

Grant my wish, to save this world.

Ewig Sanfter Haselnussbaum.

Noble Phantasm 2:

Mother…

You may have passed long ago, but I still feel your presence with me.

Please, answer my prayers and help us win this day.

Ewig Sanfter Haselnussbaum.

Noble Phantasm 3:

“My dearest child… My beloved daughter…”

“The world has been unforgivably cruel to you.”

“It has hurt you more times than I can bear to count.”

“So I shall become your shield from the world’s evil.”

“And watch as you attain your own happily ever after.”

“Ewig Sanfter Haselnussbaum.”

Damage from Noble Phantasm: Mother… protect me…!

Regular Damage: Not yet!

Defeated 1: So this is how it ends…

Defeated 2: I suppose I wasn’t meant to be the hero of this story…

Victory 1: And so the story reaches its conclusion… Happily Ever After.

Victory 2: I’m sorry… I hope that someday, you will be able to find your own happy ending.

Bond Level 1: Oh? You seem surprised to see me. I guess this costume of mine is quite different from what you’ve seen before. I quite like it though. I may not be a true warrior like the other Servants you have here, but the feeling of my mother’s glass around me… it’s comforting.

Bond Level 2: It really is miraculous, isn’t it? To be in a place like this where so many different stories with so many different heroes are able to meet as one. I don’t think I ever would have expected to end up in a place like this.

Bond Level 3: The World has chosen me as the Queen of Fairy Tales, the Guardian of Happy Endings… And yet, I can’t help but feel useless at times. I’ve been blessed with these abilities, this power, but there’s still so much suffering and pain in the world. I know that my story has brought hope and light to people in despair, but all the same… I wish I could do more to help. Maybe then, Red Riding Hood… Blanchette… She wouldn’t have become a Beast.

Bond Level 4: …we’re alike, you and I. I can see it in your eyes. You want to help as many people as you can. You want to protect everyone from hurting like you have hurt. But it’s hard, isn’t it? Even when we want to save everyone, it seems impossible. But still… It’s our job to make the impossible possible, isn’t it?

Bond Level 5: Master… You’ve already gone through so much pain, and at such a young age, too. And yet, you still find it in you to smile and keep going on. You’re able to inspire so many people who have lost their hope for a better future, and you’re able to push on past your own sadness. But still… there will be times when your hope falters. I know this too. Master, when the day comes when all hope seems lost, and you can’t find it in you to smile… Allow me to be your knight in shining armor. I will defend your hopes and dreams when you can’t carry them anymore, and I promise you, you’ll find your own happy ending at the end of all this.

Dialogue 1: It really is amazing, becoming a queen like this. Some days, it doesn’t even feel real. But if this is merely a dream, a fleeting fantasy… Then even that is enough to bring my life happiness.

Dialogue 2: When I look at you… I can’t help but feel like we are one and the same. Perhaps our circumstances are a bit different, but still… You’ve been cast into a strange and frightening new reality. Alone, afraid, and… No, that’s not quite right. You’re not alone. You are never alone. This, I promise to you… Master.

Dialogue 3: The modern era has so many wonderful things to show me… Things have changed a lot since my time. Though, if you would ask me? The most exciting thing of all would be all the interesting forms of transportation? Hm? Oh, don’t you worry, my friends, I promise, I won’t replace you. …though I would like a chance to drive a motorcycle-

Dialogue 4(Clear Interlude “The Neverending Dance”): I don’t know if I’ll ever truly be able to let go of these thoughts of mine… My doubts, my anger, my anxiety… They’re something that I suppose I’ll have to live with, even as a Servant. Still… I feel like they’re bearable, so long as I can have friends like you by my side.

Dialogue 5 (If you have Prince Charming): My dear husband… My fair Prince… I’m glad you’re finally here with me. I never had the chance to say it earlier, but I truly have been blessed to have married a man such as you. A kind heart… a loving smile… an honesty that no other man could compare to. Yes, if I ever had the chance to marry any man of my dreams, I would always, always choose you. … Aha! Your face is as red as an apple, my dear husband. It’s little wonder why you enjoy speaking such sweet nothings into my ear if you get to see such cute expressions all day.

Dialogue 6 (If you have Red Riding Hood(Post True-Name Narration)): Blanchette… She’s suffered for so long, she’s been bitter and angry at the world all her life. …I suppose for her, the anger and hatred is all she has left now, isn’t it? For her, being a monster is far more preferable than being a victim. I suppose I can understand that line of thinking… Still, even Beasts of Humanity deserve to find their own happiness some day, and she’s no different. Maybe you can be the one to give her the happy ending I couldn’t, Master.

Dialogue 7 (If you have Pinocchio): Ah, Maestro Pinocchio! And Maestro Cricket, as well! It’s good to see you gentlemen out and about. That is to say… You aren’t up to any mischief today, are you? Hahaha! I’m only joking, no need to look so afraid. …unless you are planning another of your pranks, young Maestro.

Dialogue 8 (If you have Frau Trude Gothel): Dame Gothel… The Witch of the Story’s End. … *sigh* It’s hard to say how I feel about someone like her. On the one hand, she is a monster, and one who gladly admits to it, no less. She’s killed and hurt too many children than I can bear to count. …and yet, Pinocchio has shown he truly believes that even she can be redeemed. Perhaps even a monster can find her happily ever after one day. Until then, however, I will be keeping an eye on her.

Dialogue 9 (If you have The Fairy Godmother): The Fairy Godmother… I never had a chance to meet her myself in life. Or… perhaps I did…? It’s strange. She has a very familiar aura to me, but at the same time, she seems so distant and alien. Still, she at least seems to be nicer than her sister at the very least, so I suppose it’s fine…

Dialogue 10 (If you have Sòl): Ah, Sòl, I’m glad to see you’re doing well for yourself! It’s rather nice, isn’t it, being in Chaldea. I’m glad that you’re able to finally rest your head without worry. Erm, that being said… The kitchen staff have asked me to tell you to stop raiding the fridge so often. I believe EMIYA’s words were ��rivaling Artoria’s bottomless stomach’.

Dialogue 11 (If you have Saint Barbara): Ah, Barbara! You look well today. You have something to show me? …it’s not something explosive again is it? Alright, I suppose I can come with you to the hangar to look if that’s the case. Perhaps it’ll be a motorcycle or an aeroplane…

Dialogue 12 (If you have any other ‘Fairy Tale’ Servant): *sigh* Sometimes… I still fear that I won’t be enough. That even with the weight of everyone’s expectations of what I should be, I’ll end up failing. That being said… It’s for those very same reasons that we should keep fighting, no? To at least try to live up to those same expectations?

Dialogue 13 (If you have Medusa): Medusa… So even the greatest monsters in stories can hide kindness and a desire to be loved. You’ve been so gracious to me, so I do believe that it’s time I return the favor. Come with me, if you don’t mind. I’ll put on some tea for us.

Dialogue 14 (If you have Barghest): Ah… Cheer up, o great knight. The others may not have the same faith in you that I do, but I promise, one day, you’ll walk down the aisle, within your finest dress, and have the chance to have your own fairy tale wedding.

Dialogue 15 (If you have Mata Hari): I must say… It feels nice to watch someone dance so freely and happily, especially after a life of sadness and pain. Chaldea really is a place of miracles, isn’t it? To have the ability to grant people happy endings long after their own deaths.

Dialogue 16 (If you have Edmond Dantes): The Count of Monte Cristo… I know you believe yourself a monster, a demon who does not deserve a chance at his own happiness… But I also know that you are wrong. Your happiness will come, and your sins will be forgiven, if not in your life as a human, than as your life as a Servant. It is just as you say… Wait and hope.

Dialogue 17 (If you have Kiara Sessyoin): So even Beasts can find happiness in stories such as mine… That’s quite the comforting thought to me, I’ll have to admit. I’d love to go and talk with her, but I don’t know if she’d care to listen to what I’d have to say to her. It’s a shame, though… Whenever I look at her, all I see is a girl like me… Neglected, abandoned, and hurting, just hoping for something better to come one day. …maybe one day she’ll have a happy ending of her own.

Dialogue 18 (If you have Hans Christian Andersen): You know, Master, Herr Andersen is quite the strange one, wouldn’t you say? He’s so earnest and blunt, speaking truthfully but harshly about everyone… And yet, he’s a man who hides himself from the world. He’s so open about his faults and his own issues… And yet never once speaks about his own burning pain or bitter sadness. As an author of fairy tales, Herr Andersen provided so much joy and wonder to the world… Maybe it’s time he should go and reach out for his own.

Dialogue 19 (If you have Sigurd and Brynhildr): Those two… They remind me a lot of my dear Prince and I. …hee! Perhaps we should have a double date together. I’d love to hear of the romance between these two great heroes.

Dialogue 20 (If you have Arjuna): Arjuna… Please, hold your head up high. I know all too well what it’s like to have your own self-doubt and fear control you. But I also know just as well that you are far more than what those doubts think you to be. You are a hero, noble and kind, and let none tell you otherwise, especially yourself.

Dialogue 21 (If you have Gilgamesh): Oh? Even the Great King of All Heroes wishes to speak to me? You are too kind, your majesty. Though I must warn you, my heart belongs to my Prince Charming alone.

Likes: I don’t think anything has ever made me happier than that night with my Prince. Being able to escape the torment and suffering to simply dance and eat and laugh in such a beautiful castle… It truly was a dream come true…

Dislikes: If there is one thing that I will not forget… It is those who seek to hurt their own children. Whether it be through neglect, assault, blackmail, or any other means, people who hurt the children they have raised should not be easily forgiven. If one seeks to genuinely and seriously atone for what they have done, then I am all for them bettering themselves… But if they persist in their wickedness, then I will cut them down myself. After all… I know what it means to be a child such as that.

About the Holy Grail: The Holy Grail? …hahaha, why would I ever need to use something like that? I have all I need to make me happy. My dear husband, a loving home, and friends like you to be with. Yes, I don’t think there’s anything I could wish for right now, and I have you to thank for it.

During an Event: It appears that another ball has come to town. I think I would like to attend it, what say you, Master?Birthday: Happy Birthday, Master! Please, enjoy this gift I put together for you. I stitched this suit together with the help of some of my friends. It should fit you perfectly. …oh, you don’t have to be so bashful. I made this because I wanted to, not because of any obligation. After all… We’re friends now, aren’t we?

Birthday: Happy Birthday, Master! Please, enjoy this gift I put together for you. I stitched this suit together with the help of some of my friends. It should fit you perfectly. …oh, you don’t have to be so bashful. I made this because I wanted to, not because of any obligation. After all… We’re friends now, aren’t we?

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A girl made a slave.

A wish granted.

Something is lost.

And something is found.

Happily Ever After.

She has gone by many names throughout history, be they Rhodopis, Ye Xian, Tấm, Cenerentola, Cendrillion, or Aschenputtel. Her tale has been told countless times over, from nation to nation, her legend being carved into humanity's very soul alongside great heroes such as Heracles and King Arthur.

She is the Persecuted Heroine.

She is an embodiment of the hopes and dreams of all mankind.

She is Cinderella, the Queen of All Fairy Tales.

Bond Level 1:

Height/Weight: 172cm • 54kg

Source: Global Fairy Tales

Region: The World

Alignment: Lawful • Good Gender: Female

"I don't understand... Why...? Why does she hate me?! I've done everything... Everything she's asked me to do. I do all the chores. I cook each and every meal, I clean every inch of this estate, I work until my fingers bleed and break without even taking a break to rest. But it's still not enough. I still don't even get to sit at the table. I still have to sleep on the floor. I still get called ugly, and stupid, and useless... I don't think anyone has ever called me by my real name since...

Am I really so awful? Am I really... Am I really as bad as they all say?

...

Maybe... Maybe if I do it right this time, they won't hate me anymore. Yes. It's my fault for messing it all up in the first place. I'll do better this time, and then they'll stop hurting me.

I can fix this.

Please... Let me fix this."

Bond Level 2:

She didn't even intend to meet her prince. All she wanted that night was a simple escape. A chance to leave her life of abuse and torment for a single night, and to grasp a chance at being happy, even for a moment. The means of escape was different with each telling. Some say it was an eagle that had snatched her sandal and dropped it into the lap of a great king. Others say it was a magic fish with golden eyes and scales who granted her wishes from its bones. Others still say it was a Fairy Godmother, who sought to grant her heart's true desire for her piety and grace.

Whatever the story, whatever the tale, the girl's wishes remain humble and simple: a wish for reprieve.

He had approached her gently, gingerly asking her for her hand to show her around the castle. His words were calming and loving. His steps were careful and true. As the night went on, the two grew more enamored with each other, finding solace in the other's company after a lifetime of loneliness.

And in the span of a single night, Cinderella and the Prince had fallen in love before the clock struck midnight.

Bond Level 3:

The wedding was wonderful, a joyous celebration even grander than the ball where she had met her Prince Charming. It was supposed to be the happiest day of Cinderella's life. A day where no pain, no anger, no misery would exist. A day where she would finally get the Happily Ever After she's craved all her life.

Of course... That would be the day that her family arrived to ruin everything.

They arrived like vultures, acting as if they hadn't been the ones to cause her suffering for years on end. As if they weren't the ones who treated her like a slave all her life. As if they hadn't disrespected her mother's grave time and again. And yet, here they were, acting as if they had loved and cherished Cinderella all her life.

What was meant to be a day of joyous celebration instead became a day of bitterness and anger. Before, Cinderella had kept her fury inside her. She had always tempered her frustration and hid it away. What else could she have done when she was weak and helpless? But this... this was different. Whether consciously or unconsciously, the wild animals Cinderella had befriended responded in kind in her outrage, with two ravens swooping down and plucking her stepsisters' eyes.

At the vicious sight, many of the guests recoiled in fear and shock, horrified at the macabre display before them.

But Cinderella?

She put a hand to her face at the sight... and let out a laugh. A brief, quiet laugh that went unheard by everyone at the wedding... but a laugh nonetheless.

Bond Level 4:

Cinderella married her Prince Charming, and became a queen hailed as a benevolent and kind ruler. She was hailed as fair and beautiful, and within her castle, she wanted for nothing nor feared for any harm.

And yet...

The doubts and fears from her childhood still lingered, festering like a diseased wound. Where many saw beauty, Cinderella could only see ugliness. Where they beheld kindness, Cinderella beheld cruelty. Where people saw diligence, Cinderella saw nothing but uselessness. While her dear husband was always at her side to reassure her doubts, these thoughts would never leave Cinderella alone.

Would a deserving princess have their happiness handed to her?

Would a just ruler allow themselves to stew in rage over the past?

Would a good person laugh at her sisters' suffering and pain?

The anger, the anxiety, the doubt. All of it haunted her throughout her life. It was as if she had never stopped being that young girl that slept by the cinders.

Bond Level 5:

The story of Cinderella is ultimately one about pain. The pain of losing a loved one and crying beneath a tree The pain of barbed insults and cruel abuse. The pain of a cold stone floor and burning black ashes.

The years of abuse, financial, physical, and mental, will never truly go away, and neither will the pain that came with it.

But even still…

With pain eventually comes healing. Where there was a grave, a tree blossomed and bloomed. Where there was venomous insults and violent assault there is now the whispering of sweet nothings and a gentle embrace. The chill of sleeping on stone and the burned agony from the ash and cinders are now replaced with the comforting feel of glass slippers and a golden dress.

Cinderella's life was filled with nothing but pain and sorrow, both external and internal, but it was also filled with great joy and triumph. It is the triumph of an abused young girl against a world that constantly treated her with cruelty, and in turn chose to respond by being kind and being more than just her circumstance. It is the tale of finally reaching a happily ever after.

For all those in the world who have yet to find their happy endings, and for all those who have long since passed that have been denied those very endings… Cinderella will forever stand as a symbol of hope, a figure who will light up even the darkest hours with gleaming fire and shining glass.

For the lovers, the dreamers, the hopeful who have not lost their hearts to despair… Cinderella, the Greatest of All Fairy Tales, will always fight as your champion.

Extra (Clear Interlude “The Neverending Dance”):

Cinderella was never her true name. Cenerentola, Cendrillon, Aschenputtel, the identities that the world knew her as were nothing but cruel nicknames meant to mock her for her low position and to torment her for her constant work. While for many, the name Cinderella was one that inspired hope and prosperity, for the young princess, all the name did was remind her of her suffering and torment, as well as an impossible standard that she could never live up to.

Cinderella the beloved heroine.

Cinderella the worthless mistake.

Cinderella the vengeful monster.

All these and more were not who the maiden was. They were merely projections of what mankind believed her to be. In truth, she has a name that was given to her by her beloved mother, and a name that was never once spoken in any of her stories.

Rhodopis.

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