#my baby plants are dead and so is my fucking mercy!

[nellfy-in-thestarhut]

I am home, I am hot. And I am seething!

My baby sprouts are fucking dead! I will have someone's head!

[yanderestarangel]

HEADCANONS MK1 | "HOW WOULD THEY REACT TO YOU BEING INSECURE ABOUT YOUR BODY" - 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 + 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐊

TW: chubby/thick reader, afab reader, v!sex, oral (f!re), blowjob, praise kink, smut, porn plot, insecurity, body worship, sub!reader + soft!dom, hard!dom.

𖤐 BI HAN ,TOMAS VRBADA, LIU KANG, KUNG LAO, KENSHI, SHANG TSUNG, HAVIK, RAIDEN.

He really loves your body, and doesn't understand why you're insecure about your appearance, he simply thinks it's beautiful and loves squeezing the cute folds of your belly and thighs, feeling the softness of your body.

He will squeeze your hips and sigh with desire when he sees the soft flesh of your skin between his fingers, while he rubs his erection against your ass. "-Are you really feeling ugly, my love? You are the most fucking beautiful thing in the world... And in my world." He will plant kisses on your belly, moving his mouth down to your cunt and giving sweet kisses to your clit, his scruffy beard tickling your skin, while he begins to suck your wet folds.

"-I swear if I see you like that again, I'm going to fuck you until you can't think of anything other than how beautiful you are around my dick baby..." He growls against your pussy, then slapping it on your thigh, making you tremble and squirm around his tongue - his tongue delving deeper into your tight channel. His fingers found your nipples, your breasts were so soft and fit perfectly in his hands, pinching and twisting them forcefully but gently, causing you to make a sharp scream of a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"-You're so fucking beautiful baby fuck- do you really want to make me cum without even touching you? You make me so hard oh fuck-" He removed his mouth from your wetness, leaving a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you. He soon took his dick out of his pants, hitting his hard member on your clit, lifting your thighs and enjoying the beautiful view of your body - flushed and sweaty - beneath him, he masturbates his own dick between your soft thighs, brushing provocatively against the hot shaft and veiny inches from your needy entrance, smiling contently as he sees you squirm for him.

"-I'm not going to fuck that cute pussy until you admit that you're beautiful... You know how beautiful you are... Daddy's beautiful little whore-Oh baby you're so fucking pretty like this-" He grunted, as he held your face in his hands.

"-Look at me, look at me while I fuck you, I want to see that beautiful face while I fuck you like the fucking little slut I know you are- my beautiful slut." He speaks harshly, his mind hazy with excitement. Seeing him dominating you while enjoying that delicious pussy makes him want more, he loves you, he loves your body and he won't get tired until you're a beautiful, trembling mess for him, so get ready to not walk for days - or he may have mercy on you if you admit that you are beautiful.

He moans deeply, thrusting his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt one last time before going still, he manages to make you look at the mirror above the two of you - as he forces you to see every beautiful reaction, every delicious flicker of your flesh with each rough thrust of his into your core. "-You're so fucking tight... Fucking beautiful, you're mine, damn it!- I fucking love you my little angel."

𖤐 JOHNNY CAGE, BARAKA, SYZOTH, GERAS, KUAI LIANG, SHAO KHAN, RAIN, REIKO.

At the first sound of the word "insecurity" you will already be on your knees for him, - totally naked - with him placing his dick between your lips and pushing it to the base, while moaning loudly and looking at the heavy tears that fell from your eyes - like this Instead of pleasure, your ass would be stuck up in the air, giving you a double view of the paradise that awaited you afterwards. If this insecurity was caused by someone's comment, you can consider that person dead the next day.

"-You're incredible my little pearl... Every bit of your body is beautiful and perfect for me, you're like a god/goddess to me my little one and damn-" He moans forcing his hips forward even more, towards give you more of that hot feeling in your throat "-Y-You make my dick so hard and so passionate at the same time" His hands go to your ass, squeezing the soft flesh and then slapping it hard enough to make you moan against his dick - he was always a dominant man, but you were always so beautiful when you were like this, with his dick in your mouth and pussy dripping on the floor.

"-You're a mess for me baby... Look at you... Just walking around like a pretty boy/girl, begging for cock in that tight pussy." He would moan loudly and overstimulated, while pulling your hair lightly, making you take your mouth off his dick.

With a quick movement, he made you sit on the wet length of his saliva - he had to hold back the urge to cum every time he saw your ass rise and fall on his lap, while he grunted at the feeling and seeing your little cunt drool in him. "-Fuck look at this- fuck! Fuck baby I'm going to cum, please my prince/princess, just be a pretty boy/girl and cum for me, cum on my dick-!" He screams, as he felt his balls tighten with a familiar sensation of ecstasy, squeezing your breasts and whispering in your ear.

"-Next time you feel insecure, I-I want you to remember that, remember that you're the only fucking person in this damn world who can make me lose control like that."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[emberunderscore]

FableSMP EPIC the musical AU

whole thing comes from the perspective of Midas (as Quixis specifically) being Scylla, which means Icarus has to be Odysseus, which is also fitting tbh.

this is only based on the released sagas bc i dont have the vibe of the future characters yet (i dont look at a whole lot of snippets). also dont think about any of the blood family stuff too hard - theres nothing weird dw but it just makes stuff complicated with the gods

Monsters

Scylla - Quixis Midas

The ideas of Scylla being human turned monster, Midas is human turned Quixis, which in this universe could be something of a replacement for monstrous, which also works with 

Spooky bitch Midas propaganda

Look at my edit to be even more convinced

Polyphemus - Leviathan/Vorago

Probably makes most sense with Leviathan

Instead of the parent/child relationship with Poseidon they're siblings (ocie is poseidon)

Humans/Dead people

Odysseus - Icarus

Icarus has to be Ody because of Midas being Scylla

The song Monster

The conflicts within the plot work well with Icarus’ own relationships

Eury and Ody see each other as brothers, even though it isn't’t blood. Maybe they’re not blood related in this AU

Eurylochus: Rae

Brothers!!

Rae is seen as the leader of Lodestar, which works well with Eury’s place as the voice of the crew

Penelope: Centross??

prison duo

but it actually works because Icarus would do anything for him. just look at season 3

he's probably not smart enough to be penelope but the agenda is more important than that

Telemachus: Oscar

Ik Oscar isn't Icarus' kid but he is Centross and theoretically Centross would've been the one to raise him anyway

See Legendary

Polities: Athena

Optimist

Song open arms

"everything's changed since polities"

Perimedes: Caspian

Perimedes is the one who stabs Odysseus in the back to stop him from killing Eurylochus in Mutiny

For Rae? Cas wouldn't hesitate

Tireseas: Haley

Dead prophet

who else

Ody's dead mom: Isla

Isla is Icarus' mom??? In this AU??? /s

Gods

Zeus: Fable

Orignially this was Epros but I was convinced to change it

Massive ego

Yellow

Actual reasons in this post

Athena: Enderian

This could also be fable but I dont think Icarus would defy him like how he does

Goddess of the Mind, need I say more

Aeolus: Aurelius

They have the vibes I think

Aeolus is gender and so is Aurelius

There are a lot of options I think

I like the idea of the Winions(?) being the piglins they had in their bunker

Poseidon: Ocie

Ocean

At the beginning Ocie is so ready to kill people, she does not care for human life. Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves

She would do that for Vorago

Canon compliant beef with Icarus 

Circe: Momboo

My first thought was Ven because I'm a fucking dumbass

It makes so much more sense than Ven

Plant lady, plant witch

badass

girlboss

pretty woman

Hermes: Rakai

They have the vibes

One of the very few gods to tolerate Icarus

gender

Apollo: Malitae

Apollo sounds so fruity in god games

Apollo cares most about music in god games which is a form of expression so i think it fits for Malitae to be him

Hephaestus: Nexus

In god games Hephaestus' thing is trust, he's pissed that Ody betrayed his crew

Nexus is the Goddess of Loyalty so it fits really well that she'd be upset about that

Nexus was also a knight so being a god of blacksmithing isn't too far from that

Aphrodite: Soul

Aphrodite cares about Ody's mom's broken heart

If we thing of it in the context of soulbonds it makes sense that Soul would be upset about that

Ares: Netherum

Ares is the only one in god games to match Athena's power, which checks out - major god to major god

Maybe its a bit ooc for Netherum themself

But god of destruction as the god of war. thats something

Would totally step in for Soul

Hera: Perix

In this AU we ignore family dynamics- Perix is not married

Calls Athena "baby" (kinda gay)

Fits the vibe

can you come up with a better idea? no, nor could I (credit to Sardar106 for this casting lol)

Calypso: Ven

They're so "This could never really happen but let us pretend"

"I wish we could've been something"

Look at this post (person who reblogged has better words than me go read that)

thank you for coming to my au talk. please share your own thoughts and opinions (but also remember that i am objectively correct all of the time /j)

Updated after Wisdom Saga

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

heavensward- encounter

(a year and a half before Riven's arrival)

CW: Illness, more specifically a city-wide epidemic. I also riffed slightly off Tamora Pierce's Circle of Magic book 4, Briar's Book, which is a heavy influence on Mathye's conjury.

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For a mercy, the plague currently raging in Ishgard was affecting all levels of society. Otherwise if it had just been in the Brume alone, Mathye knew Charibert would have already been setting the afflicted's homes to the torch. The illness itself wasn't fatal, save for one major problem. The fever that started after the pox cleared was magic-resistant. That had to be fought with poultice and and potion.

Or in Mathye's case-dragonfire. For some unknown reason Hrist's magics could break the infection. And while she and him were willing to scorch the disease from their charges, they had to be careful. Charibert and his minions prowled the sick-houses, waiting for any opportunity to send them up in 'cleansing flame'. And while the Inquistion wanted to question him about the handful of months he'd spent in the Vault, Mathye knew he had some level of protection in being Ishgard's first white mage in some time, plus being a master healer in the Temple Knight infirmary, assigned to the Knights Dragoon. If he couldn't use what power he had to aid those who needed it, then what good was he?

So Mathye had taken a stand, along with getting into a fight or two. He'd shamed several wavering healers and priests into doing their duties, and the misbegotten flames of the Inqusition were now staying away from the Brume sick-houses. And if the poor were recovering faster than their 'betters', well, Halone's eyes were fixed on the most vunerable of her children. That was Mathye's story, and he was sticking to it.

But Fury be good, he wanted to kill Charibert. Wipe him and his ilk from the face of the earth. It said something when he- an apostate!-was more faithful to the Fury than one of the Heavens fucking Ward! Or was it that he was more open minded?

Mathye didn't know.

Or maybe it's because you've seen the rot and swore to have no part of it...

"You've been the one making the medicine here?" Jolted from his dark musings -- he hadn't eaten since breakfast, Mathye glanced at the speaker. Charibert had decided to suddenly pop in, with Haumeric accompanying him. More than likely the other priest of the Ward had also taken offence to the Grand Inquisitor's leanings and had shown up to offer support... if not tact approval of Mathye's stance.

"I volunteered to make this particular batch, aye." Making the feverbreak potion was the best way to add in his dragonfire, and thankfully it didn't require much. But with Charibert and Haumeric watching, Hrist had gone dead silent in his mind. Not that Mathye minded. He was extremely keen on staying clear of Charibert's dungeons. And keeping his baby brother safe...

"Every time you visit a sick-house, the number of patients who break the fever and recover successfully rises." Haumeric continued. His eyes widened slightly as Mathye withdrew a butcher's knife from a wooden block. Charibert remained unruffled.

"Don't know anything about that." Mathye lied, reaching for a clump of chamoille plants with the other hand. With a single chop, he cleaved the flowers from their stems.

"There are many singing your praises." Haumeric was not giving up.

"You mean more like cursing me." Mathye countered. Keep your hands busy. Focus on the plants. He chopped off another bunch of chamoille flowers. Evading or at least muddling a Halonic truth spell required effort.

"In this case, the praises are outweighing the curses. Though for you, that seems to be the norm." Charibert said silkily.

"Is there any reason why you've decided to darken my doorstep, Hot Lips?" Mathye wondered aloud. He selected a Gil Bun to chop next, bowing his head just as Haurmeric choked back a sudden bark of laughter. Charibert's eyes flashed in annoyance.

"As Ser Haurmeric stated, the number of patients who recover when you're present is high. There are... questions."

"Are they about my healing-practice or about the fact that it's the poor that are recovering so quickly?" Mathye countered, lifting his head. "If it's the latter, just imagine how upset the commonfolk will be that the Vault would have preferred them to die in comparison to the noble born-"

"Healer Bishop." Mathye snapped his mouth shut and picked up another mushroom. He could feel Haumeric glaring at him.

"The Archbishop cares for all of Halone's children. Poor and nobleborn." Now the glare was turned to Charibert. "His Emenience would like as minimal loss of life as possible. Which is why the sick-houses were approved and permission to use any means necessary to save the ill."

"You add magic into the feverbreak potion." Charibert ignored Haurmeric, eyes fixed on Mathye. The white mage fell his stomach lurch. However he forced himself to look up and cooly met the High Inquistitor's gaze.

"I do."

"The fever can't be broken by magic." Haurmeric stated, furrowing his brow.

"You're right. What I do doesn't last long, and fades the moment the potion starts to brew." Mathye picked up a handful of the chamomile heads. The petals on some were drooping, while others looked completely whithered. Then suddenly the flower heads seemed to spring back to life, white petals practically glowing around their bright yellow centers. Mathye moved the handful of flowers over to a pot, dropping them inside.

"A revitization spell?"

"We're not so lucky to get fresh herbs and the sort down here." Mathye replied. "Plants hold memories just like man. I just give a little coax for them to remember life, to renew their power." Then mischievously, he added; "A priestess of Nophica showed me this while I was in training. I figure her and Halone would be willing to work together in this fight. Nophica to bless the plant life, and the Fury to grant a body the strength to endure." Oh wow. Charibert had actually physically twitched. Haumeric looked a little worried.

"You are not...practicing hedgewitchery, are you, Healer Bishop?" He ventured. Mathye narrowed his eyes.

"The last time I checked, I wasn't the only one doing such a thing." He began. "Our builders still burn copies of their plans to Byregot for His favor, our martialists blood-pledge to the Destroyer, doubly so since He is Halone's father, and we're not going to discuss all the love-charms made from the snow by Memphina's godstone, she lives in Halone's palace! And I'm certain you don't want to discuss the amount of childless couples who slip away to Gridana in the spring to celebrate the rites of Nophica, and find themselves blessed with babes nine months later. Nobody complains about hedgewitchery then, so why complain now? If a bit of it's helping my charges here, and Halone hasn't expressed disapproval, then I see no problems."

"I see why you're permamently such a low rank in the Church, Bishop. Such a...provencial mindset." Charibert sniped. He tilted his head.

"Ah but by the way, how is your half-brother doing?" Rage-and fear--screamed to life inside Mathye, and he could feel Hrist spasm. It took everything he possessed to not react, to keep his voice level, to shrug casually.

"I wouldn't know. I think he's on out on a heretic hunt. There was a dragon that your Inquisitors were having problems with, wasn't there? I'm surprised you're not out there with your men." A barb for a barb, and Mathye took some satisfaction on seeing Charibert glower. Haumeric glanced between the two men.

"Gentlemen. I see that there's no problems here." He said firmly. "Healer Bishop, I would advise that you keep your...dabbling to yourself. While your points are valid, there are many of your betters that are not as... open-minded as you are. Brother Charibert, there's nothing problematic here, unless we count Healer Bishop's overall attitude as a heresy."

[xeo-kunsatan]

Haiku Caramel

Meet Haiku Caramel a Bard Witch

Age: 20

Race: Mobian Dog (Akita Inu)/Witch.

Neutral Magic/Bard Magic

Family: Unknown Witches (death) Hanna (Dead Mother).

Backstory

Haiku Born from a family of dog witches (mostly specialized in neutral or black magic).

In old times in the Mobian Society, the witches were considered a threat for the society, when a witch was found was quickly burned alive, and Haikus family wasnt the exception, he was just a 7 years child when a whole town found out his family practiced witchcraft and with no mercy burned alive his whole family and his Mother in front his eyes while he had to runaway from the town.

He was lonely but had to continue because his mother before died told him

¨¨Always Face everything with a Smile and play since your heart¨¨.

Until he was found by the Principals from Quartz Academy: Badhir and Elian (Twin Owl Witches) and raised by them, as well Haiku developed his magical skills and give himself to the Bard Magic (Neutral Magic) and obtained his own Bard Items.

At Growing old, he started to found a Job in the city of Mobius to overcome his traumas and give another chance to the Normal mobians, until he found a Job as Co Admin of Shadow the Heghehogs who runned a Departaments building (Look in my Universe Shadow is entrepreneur xd) as well the Baby sitter of his foster Baby Tempest (Also here Shadow is Single dad, Padre Luchon xd), also with the time falling in love with the same Shadow.

If you ask why the heck Shadow has a Building departaments? Gun gave that building to him and as Shadow didnt really have a fucking idea in what to do with that building he started to rent the departaments.

Hobbies

During his free time Haiku tends to attend the garden of the rooftop from Shadows Building (Also uses his magic to make the plants grow but when no one is watching) and play the violin there (A normal one, not the Wand because the CHAOOS!!), ride in his own motorcycle (Scooter type xd), dancing in that same garden when no one is watching (he is shy xd) and assits to the same Cafeteria

Phobias and Fears

Haiku Suffers of Ligirofobia and Arsonphobia, everytime he hears an explosion, the sound of fireworks or he sees fire, he enters into a huge panic attack and will quickly found a place to hide or turn himself into a scared fluff ball.

He is Also afraid of someone who discovers he is a witch and being judged and rejected or worst if they could try to kill him.

Natural Skills:

Hyper Howl

Hyper bite

Same skills of a normal dog

Magic Skills: All his spells depends of Haiku in playing the violin and depends a lot of the melody and how much he has the control on it.

Hypnotizing Melody (Depends of the melody he plays with the Vanilla Wand) (Bard Magic)

Chlorokinesis (Neutral Magic)

Hydrokinesis (Neutral Magic)

Potions creation.

Dark Holes Creation (Black Magic)

Curation ( White Magic)

Streght support (Neutral Magic)

Inmortality (When a Mobian becomes into a witch, becomes into a Long lived being or in case of the most powerful or higher witches immotarls).

Magic Items:

Vanilla Bag: Is a magic bag where anything can be storage there, even if its bigger than it own size

Melody Wand: Is a Violin form wand where Haiku can make his spells, as well this wand can shapeshift at its owner own to certain items (only a vroom but Haiku rarely uses this shape)

Personallity

Brave, a little stubborn, a little shy, Sensitive as fuck (he doesnt admit it) Gentle and chill, but he can become very affectionate and soft when he enters in confidence (even more if he finds a lover), as well he can be very aggresive when someone threats his beloved ones.

All his corporal expressions and lenguage are mostly found in his tail:

So if he gets in love, its very happy or very angry, his tail will reveal it.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

doc! Villain whose spouse is a stubborn hero. Hero has been feeling really really bad, probably a fever and their lover, as a doctor, as soon as they noticed hero's lack of mood and that they fell unwell they check them up and take care of them.

Plus if villain reveals ther awful fear of lossing hero through raging tears?

very cliché yes

Just love your writing <3

“Gosh, do you always have to be so controlling?” the hero snapped. They pushed the villain’s hand away from their forehead and glared at their spouse. “I’m fucking sick of it. This is a cold. A fucking cold. Nothing more.”

“You don’t know that, darling. It could be a virus someone—”

“No.” The hero’s voice was sharper this time. They were done with this. Being cared for was nice but right now all the hero wanted was to sleep and being left alone. Of course, they loved their spouse. But they didn’t want to hear anything about other people trying to kill them.

Having a cold was human, that didn’t mean this had to be someone else’s evil scheme.

“Just leave me alone, alright?!” The hero turned in their bed so they didn’t have to look at their spouse. It hurt to be mean, but the hero’s head was buzzing, they couldn’t really breathe and they were exhausted.

“Baby, I’m just trying to help,” the villain whispered. Their hand landed on the hero’s shoulder but the hero shrugged them off.

“Yeah? Then don’t fucking look after every step I take.” The hero turned around angrily— as far as turning around angrily was even possible. “You sent drones after me when I got back to work three weeks ago. You install softwares so my car drives on its own. You make background checks on every fucking person I work with. You’re controlling everything and I hate it. You’re not helping.”

“Sweetie, I’m sorry, I already apologised for it—”

“Well, then start fucking acting like you’re sorry.” The hero started coughing, their cruel cold reaching out to get them. Instantly, the villain repositioned them but the hero snapped again.

“Stop it.”

“I can’t fucking lose you, okay?!” the villain shouted. Their voice broke and when the hero looked at them, they saw tears rolling down their face. They’d never seen them cry. Their bottom lip trembled, their face got red, their hand shook.

The hero didn’t want this, they didn’t want to make their spouse cry. Guilt rose in them and the hero thought they were gonna choke on it.

“When you got captured—” The villain’s voice died in the middle of the sentence. They looked away but the hero took their hand.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” they tried. They knew how sensitive this topic was. Thankfully, the hero didn’t remember much about it but the villain couldn’t seem to forget. “I was too harsh on you. I know you’re trying to help me.”

“They tried to revive you three times,” the villain whispered softly. “You were dead. And they tried over and over again and I watched because I was on the medical team and you were just lying there, dead, blood all over you. Broken hands. Bones spiking through your flesh…”

They finally turned around. Their villain looked terribly exhausted with tears streaming down their face. Fuck, the hero hated this. They squeezed the villain’s hand, trying to be reassuring.

“Did you know some medics threw up and had to be replaced because of the state of your body? Fuck, you were beaten to death without mercy. No one thought you’d make it.” The villain wiped away the tears. “I lost you. I’m not gonna lose you again.”

“Baby…that was months ago,” the hero said carefully.

“Two months, baby. Two. You still have problems with breathing. I know the drone and the software…I know that was too much. I’m sorry, I’m trying to kill old habits. I’m just so scared.”

“I’m scared too,” the hero confessed. “But I know together we’ll be fine, okay?”

The villain sniffled, managed a nod and eventually planted a kiss on their hero’s forehead.

And they were, in fact, both fine.

[istumpysk]

Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ACOK: Arya II (Chapter 5)

Arya noticed the first grave that same day; a small mound beside the road, dug for a child. A crystal had been set in the soft earth, and Lommy wanted to take it until the Bull told him he'd better leave the dead alone.

Gendry, you're addressing the wrong kid.

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A boy called Tarber tossed a handful of acorns on top of Praed's body, so an oak might grow to mark his place.

Arya’s companions plant trees!

Is this common practice in Westeros? I’m just saying, it might explain a few things if all weirwoods are planted over dead bodies.

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Her father sometimes let them have a cup of beer, she remembered. Sansa used to make a face at the taste and say that wine was ever so much finer, but Arya had liked it well enough.

source.

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"It's been a bad year for wolves," volunteered a sallow man in a travel-stained green cloak. "Around the Gods Eye, the packs have grown bolder'n anyone can remember. Sheep, cows, dogs, makes no matter, they kill as they like, and they got no fear of men. It's worth your life to go into those woods by night."

"Ah, that's more tales, and no more true than the other."         

"I heard the same thing from my cousin, and she's not the sort to lie," an old woman said. "She says there's this great pack, hundreds of them, mankillers. The one that leads them is a she-wolf, a bitch from the seventh hell."    

Oh no, sounds like there’s a monster tearing through the riverlands that needs to be stopped!

All his life Tyrion had prided himself on his cunning, the only gift the gods had seen fit to give him, and yet this seven-times-damned she-wolf Catelyn Stark had outwitted him at every turn. - Tyrion IV, AGOT

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The man in the green cloak said, "I heard how this hellbitch walked into a village one day . . . a market day, people everywhere, and she walks in bold as you please and tears a baby from his mother's arms. When the tale reached Lord Mooton, him and his sons swore they'd put an end to her. They tracked her to her lair with a pack of wolfhounds, and barely escaped with their skins. Not one of those dogs came back, not one."

"That's just a story," Arya blurted out before she could stop herself. "Wolves don't eat babies."    

Yes they do, Arya. Yes they do.

His one-eyed brother knocked the tooth-thrower back into a snowdrift and tore his throat out as he struggled. His sister slipped behind the other male and took him from the rear. That left the female and her pup for him.

She had a tooth too, a little one made of bone, but she dropped it when the warg's jaws closed around her leg. As she fell, she wrapped both arms around her noisy pup. Underneath her furs the female was just skin and bones, but her dugs were full of milk. The sweetest meat was on the pup. The wolf saved the choicest parts for his brother. All around the carcasses, the frozen snow turned pink and red as the pack filled its bellies. - Prologue, ADWD

x

The wolves were as famished as he was, gaunt and cold and hungry, and the prey … two men and a woman, a babe in arms, fleeing from defeat to death. They would have perished soon in any case, from exposure or starvation. This way was better, quicker. A mercy. - Prologue, ADWD

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He was squat and thick, with huge hands. Black hair covered his arms and legs and chest, even his back. He reminded Arya of a drawing she had once seen in a book, of an ape from the Summer Isles. The hole in his face made it hard to look at him for long.    

Damn Arya, how can you be so superficial?

Now you have to marry him.

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"Come closer," Rorge said, "and I'll shove that stick up your bunghole and fuck you bloody."                 

Fear cuts deeper than swords. Arya made herself approach the wagon. Every step was harder than the one before. Fierce as a wolverine, calm as still water. The words sang in her head. Syrio would not have been afraid. She was almost close enough to touch the wheel when Biter lurched to his feet and grabbed for her, his irons clanking and rattling. The manacles brought his hands up short, half a foot from her face. He hissed.

She hit him. Hard, right between his little eyes.                 

Screaming, Biter reeled back, and then threw all his weight against his chains. The links slithered and turned and grew taut, and Arya heard the creak of old dry wood as the great iron rings strained against the floorboards of the wagon. Huge pale hands groped for her while veins bulged along Biter's arms, but the bonds held, and finally the man collapsed backward.

The little girl is a little too foolishly reckless for her own good.

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"A boy has more courage than sense," the one who had named himself Jaqen H'ghar observed.

x

"They don't scare me," Arya said.

"Then you're stupid. They scare me." The Bull's hand fell to the hilt of his sword, and Rorge began to laugh.

Thank you.

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The officer looked her up and down. "Put the blade away, little girl, no one wants to hurt you."                 

"I'm not a girl!" she yelled, furious. What was wrong with them? They rode all this way for her and here she was and they were just smiling at her. "I'm the one you want."

Sansa isn’t the only baby Starkling with Ned parallels.

Both Ned and Arya demonstrate a similar desire to die.

+.+

"Queen wants you bad, boy."

Arya was lost. "Why should she want him?"

The Bull scowled at her. "Why should she want you? You're nothing but a little gutter rat!"    

Rat! Rat rat rat.

Why do you keep calling her a rat? Tell me George.

+.+

"Well, you're nothing but a bastard boy!" Or maybe he was only pretending to be a bastard boy. "What's your true name?"    

Aemon. It’s Aemon. We’ve been through this. A-e-m-o-n.

Final thoughts:

How does Cersei know who Gendry is?

If Varys helped Gendry safely escape the city, how did Cersei know where to find him?

Fuck you, Littlefinger.

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A Short One Shot for MGI: Civil War 2022, Dead Hood Society.

After a long day at work, all Marinette wanted to do was lay on her couch and wait for Jay to call her. She wished he was home to cuddle up with, he was the best at making her feel better, but he wasn’t due back from his business trip for three days. So, she would settle for a glass of wine and a bad romcom instead. Approaching her door, she realized something was off.

Marinette slowly opened the door, taking note that it was unlocked but also undamaged, as she entered her apartment. Only one other person had the key and he was supposed to be on another continent. Entering, she grabbed the gun that Jason kept hidden in the umbrella holder beside the door. He probably thought she didn’t know about it but when you have 19 mini gods that share the same space, you learn there are no secrets, especially from the Guardian of said gods.

She could hear someone around the corner, in the kitchen, so she followed the noise. She wasn’t prepared to see her lovely boyfriend, who was supposed to be in New Jersey, with a child.

“Mari,” he exclaimed, going to pull her into his arms, before he noticed the gun. “What’s that for? Where’d you even get it?”

“Where’d I- Jason, it’s yours. I got it out of the stand by the door because the door was unlocked and you are not supposed to be here until Monday. Yet here you stand, without telling me you were coming home early. What was I supposed to think, babe?”

Jason rubbed his hand through his hair, nodding as she spoke. “Yeah, that makes sense. Sorry, darlin’.”

Marinette rolled her eyes a bit but refocused on the child. “Jay, honey, when I asked you to bring me something home, I didn’t mean a child. Who’s this?”

Jason whips his head around as if just remembering the boy he had brought with him. Looking at him, Marinette thought he looked a bit familiar. Almost too familiar. “Jason. You didn’t.”

“Didn’t what, darlin’? I’ve got no clue what you could be implying of your dear boyfriend.”

“Of course not. Sweetie, what’s your name,” she asks, turning to the boy. He was at least old enough to know his name and age. Kidnapping. Just another thing to add to the long list of things she had done over the course of her life, she supposed. Hopefully, Jason had a good reason for bringing him home.

The boy looked up, as if just realizing they were speaking. “Damian Wayne. Who are you?”

The name alone gave away just how much trouble she was planted in. “Jason! You didn’t!” A string of Mandarin curses followed her words, and, though he couldn’t translate them exactly, Jason had been around both Marinette and her mother to know they were not nice words. Jason winced as she began pacing the room.

“Damian, this is my girlfriend, Mari. Mari, this is Damian, my brother, but you knew that, huh?”

“Yes, i guessed from the fact that he is a carbon copy of your father with Talia fucking Al Ghul’s eyes. Merci, Jay, we’re gonna die. If Bruce doesn’t track us down to take him back, Talia is gonna murder us and burn the bodies.”

The boy-Damian-seemed surprised that she knew of Talia, but as Guardian of the Miracle Box, knowing of the League of Shadows was one of the more unfortunate duties Marinette held.

“Relax, Mari. Who do you think sent me on the trip?”

Marinette stopped moving at his words and quickly turned to face him. “You want to take a child from the richest man in the world and return him to the League of Assassins? Yes, that is just a wonderful idea. Let’s get in between the lover’s spat of the man you refuse to speak to and the woman who manipulated you and sicced you on a child.”

“No, we’re not giving him back.”

“What,” Damian asked, quietly.

“I- uh. Your mom asked me to bring you here and keep you. Until you graduate, at least. She’s worried about you, Baby Bat. Do you know how difficult it is to get Talia worried? Something had to be up.”

Damian appeared to be thinking, as he went quiet at that. “Yes, I suppose. She is my mother after all.”

Jason looked relieved he hadn’t accidentally turned the child on his mom of all people. Merde, Marinette thought. This man will be the death of me.

“I don’t suppose you would like to stress bake with me while your brother cleans out the spare room and puts new sheets on the bed?”

The boy looked at her inquisitively, as if her offer was a trap but followed her into the kitchen regardless.

Baby Steps

tagged: @illiteratefucks @mgi-events

[cloud9in]

Promises (Poppy x MC) Part (2/?)

Read Part ONE (summary for fic is there)

ITS BEEN A MINUTE. @iamsimpforpoppy I hope you’re still around to read :P I love this story lol. Hope you guys do too!!!

Word Count (2.8k)

Bea and Poppy’s relationship became official a month after their initial meeting. One would say they moved quickly, too quickly. But every love story is different. This one in particular seemed to have little to none flaws, if you ignored the fact that Bea was promoted to Carter’s right hand woman in the Southside Spades.

 They did end up having that conversation after all.

 “…Are you sure Carter? I mean this is a huge deal and a special role-“

 “If I didn’t think you were capable you wouldn’t be here right now Goldilocks.”

 Carter winked and clinked his half empty beer bottle against Bea’s, who surprisingly had a nearly full bottle. He took note of the abnormality. 

 The blonde instinctively rolled her eyes at the nickname, “Okay but that name has to go. We need codenames……ooooh how about bimbo and himbo.” 

 “I’m guessing…..no, hoping I’m the himbo?!” Carter comments as he promptly tries to stop the laugh escaping from his lips.

 “Mmmmmmm, I’ll get back to you on that.”

 They share a laugh and Bea feels Carter’s gaze latch onto her in her peripherals. She could sense the shift of energy in the space between them, it almost felt uncomfortable, and that was something she never felt with Carter. “I never asked you if you were okay with such a role. If you aren't, I understand completely, I just want the best for you.”

 The blonde eyes soften at his comment and she looks at him, “never doubted that, where is this going though because you never express your feelings like a normal human being.”

 He pulls on the strings of her hoodie until it completely caves around her face, burying her whole.

 “Hey asshole!” 

 “That’s for talking too much.”

 Bea yanks her hoodie open and sticks her tongue out in a mock expression. “Oh boohoo. Poppy literally says the same thing, I don’t get it. I talk, it’s a problem. I don’t talk, it’s an even BIGGER problem. Damn a girl can’t ever exist in peace.”

 Carter places his bottle flat on the table and studies the blonde’s face. 

 She kept rambling on about her new girlfriend and the gang leader didn’t know it was possible to feel happy yet anxious at the same time. He was aware of when they entered the talking stage, went on their first date, and finally became official, because Bea told him everything. As much as the experience of being in a real relationship was new to her, Bea looked up to him and somehow she knew Carter would give her the best guidance possible. 

 It didn’t stop him from worrying. Like an older brother would. He feared the two would mix, and everyone knows that love and crime will eventually combust. He is no stranger to it.  

 “Bea.”

 “Did you know she stole one of my hoodies and actually won’t give it back?? What am I supposed to do, just take it? No she’d murder me.”

 “Jackson.”

 Her voice slowly dies down after sensing the seriousness in his tone. She takes a sip of her beer to ease the silence that sat in the air, and Carter responds shortly after.

 “You know I trust you with my life right? You’re very important to me, kid.” 

 “I know.”

 Guilt was a feeling he chose to lock away in an unbreakable box and bury six feet deep. There couldn’t be guilt in a lifestyle like this. But Bea was his only exception. And she was slowly bringing that box back up to the surface. 

 “I need you to promise me that you won’t let these two worlds collide.”

 “Carter….”

 “One of you will get hurt. And I won’t forgive myself if it’s you.”

 He leaves Bea at the table, the remnants of his comment still replaying in her head. She pulls out her phone and sees a text from Poppy on her lockscreen. 

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- Can’t wait to see you tomorrow 😘 

 The blonde smiles unconsciously and opens the message to respond.

 I’m missing you like crazy. I have a special surprise for you.

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- You know I highly dislike surprises, just tell me. 

 And ruin the surprise? You must be crazier than I thought. 

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- Jackson.

 Patience babe…tomorrow it is. 

 Bea clicks her phone shut and slips it back into her pocket before downing the rest of the beer. 

***

“You know your hand on my ass only makes them stare even more Jackson?”

 Bea bites her lips and gropes the blonde’s plump backside shamelessly while slowly whispering into her ear.

 “That’s the point, princess.”

 Poppy shivers almost instantly at the boldness. “Is this the surprise you were talking about?” Bea doesn’t answer, instead trailing her hand up Poppy’s skirt. This was definitely not the time and place for such behavior but she was clearly still learning everything about her girlfriend. 

 And it definitely felt good to call her that.

 “Since when did you get so brazen? You know you’re exactly the type of person my daddy told me to stay away from.”

 Bea laughs at that statement and wraps her arm around the blonde’s waist, “yeah? And why’s that?”

 “Well I can’t ask him now, he might rough you up and that’s my job.” 

 Poppy could feel the stares of everyone burning into them, but she could only focus on the blonde cuddled up against her. The shorter girl wouldn’t call herself an attention whore, but she sure loved the PDA that Bea projected without a care. It felt nice to be genuinely admired in public rather than putting on a mask everyday. 

 But it’s safe to say that Poppy preferred all the handsy stuff to happen in private. 

 “Do you want to grab dinner with me tonight Pops?”

 “Am I picking the place?”

 “…Yes.”

 “Then yes.”

 Bea rolls her eyes at the blonde’s downright shady self but smiles nevertheless. 

 “Now don’t cancel on me out of the blue. I will not be thrilled about it.”

 “Shouldn’t I be telling you this? Your dad always has something going on in his business that somehow has to involve you too.”

 Poppy sighs and glances over at Bea, “well you know I’ll have to take over eventually. Especially since I’m legally allowed to handle deals now.”

 “I hate that word. Legal. Ugh.” 

 The shorter girl scoffs and plants her hands on her hips, “yeah I bet you do.”

***

Bea dragged open her closet in search of clothes for dinner tonight but the dinging noise of a text distracts her. 

 C-Dog🖤- Need you tonight. Something came up, meet us at the garage.

Bea wanted to thank the gods up above that she didn’t promise Poppy that she’d show up for dinner. But that wasn’t going to save her from the fury of the blonde. Good thing it can’t get worse than that, right….?

Only it was. And Poppy will probably beat her up herself, if she wasn’t dead by the next day. 

Bea’s mind and heart races as she digs her brain for a proper excuse to tell her girlfriend, but is very unsuccessful. She’s good at drug dealing though. 

 Going with the good ole truth never really hurt right?

 Baby I’m so sorry I won’t be able to make it tonight. Got held up with the gang. I know I’m an asshole, I’ll keep in touch I swear. 

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- What else could I expect from my gang banger girlfriend 🙄 please stay safe..

 You know I always do.

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- Do I? We need to talk about this tomorrow.

 Of course Pops.

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- Call me every chance you get or I swear I’ll track you and trust me you do not want me to do that.

 Yeah she definitely doesn’t. Especially since Carter sounded frantic over the phone. The last thing Bea needed was a paranoid girlfriend, so she played it cool like always. 

 Just simple stuff baby girl, talk soon.

 ***

“…What do you mean it’s gone?! So where is it? Do you know what this means Carter??”

 The gang leader sighs frustratingly, rubbing his eyes in efforts to gain some stability. “The product was here, and now it is not. Which can only mean it was stolen. And when I find out which son of a bitch did it, they’re dead.”

 “In the meantime, we are dead”, Bea emphasizes wildly. “This is the Red Raven gang we’re talking about. If they get any inclination that we lost their drugs, they’ll kill and replace us. No mercy. None.”

The blonde paces back and forth trying not to think about buying a plane ticket to Timbuktu. 

Carter approaches Bea and plants his hands on her shoulder, “breathe Jackson. You are my partner. The leader of this gang. So get it out of your system and start being rational.”

 The blonde lets her shoulders sag as she inhales and exhales in place for a while. The minute she’s grounded she catches Carter’s gaze and her eyes light up. “List. I need a list of whoever went in the room with all of the product. We need to narrow it down.”

***

“Jackson you’re a fucking genius.”

 “It’s called having common sense but I’ll take the praise. It’s the only one I’m getting from you anyways.”

 Carter resisted the urge to pick a fight with the younger girl, because finding stolen drugs and not getting killed seemed like a much better idea. 

 Bea figured out that Henry, one of the newly recruited members of SS was a thief, or maybe just a crackhead. Same thing. He was the last to be in that room so all eyes were on him, and guns.

 “Heyyy buddy. Henry right?”

 The shorter man trembled at the sight of a gun lodged right into his mouth. “Mmmm!”

 “Oh I’m sorry, did you want to say something? Here let me just”, Bea clicks the gun which only causes the thief to panic even more. It was almost pitiful. 

 “Alright lay off the poor sucker.” 

 Bea pulls the gun out of his mouth and sits down on a stool in front of Henry with a grin. “So…where is the stash darling?” 

 He points almost immediately to a built in storage locker with a shaky finger. 

 “Ohhh well that was so easy Henry! Glad you could comply. You should tell your friends to be more like you. But…between me and you, they might already be dead”, Bea whispers that last part slowly, smirking when Henry’s lip quivers violently. 

 “Please just do it already! Why are you guys waiting?”

 Bea raised an eyebrow in surprise and glanced over at Carter who scanned the man’s face intensely. “I guess he wants to die? Talk about kinks I mean come on”

 “No.”

 Carter reaches his arm out towards Bea but never takes his eyes off Henry. The blonde watches in confusion until she realizes the thief is looking behind her, and so is Carter.

 “It’s a setup Bea, duck!”

 She dived for the ground quicker than lightning as a bullet flies through the air, leaving a trail of dust behind. Carter ducks for cover as well and starts firing rounds towards the men who snuck up on them. He managed to hit three of them but one grabs Bea by the leg and drags her against the rough concrete. 

 “Son of a- get your dirty hands off of my Dr. Martens. My girlfriend bought me these!”

 A swift kick to the face shut the blonde up real quick but she manages to recoil and send the man sprawling backwards into a row of barrels. 

 Carter guns him down and Bea finds her footing, pistol in hand and a thirst for revenge. But they never stopped coming. 

 Her and Carter were left battered and bruised, but alive. Their product was gone again though. But atleast they were alive. Carter told her that it was a theft mission primarily and neither of them were meant to die. But it only made Bea wonder who those people were.

 And why were they kept alive?

***

“Beatriz Naomi Jackson what the actual fuck?!”

 “Oh not the middle name…”

 Bea tries to avoid Poppy’s killer gaze as she surveys the damage that had been done to her girlfriend’s torso, legs, and face. 

 The strawberry blonde could barely mutter a word. Her mouth opened and closed in brief shock before collapsing next to the injured girl. 

 Bea could see the tears flowing down her rosy cheeks, which contrasted her porcelain skin. “Poppy…are you crying? I..please don’t..”

 “What do you expect me to do Bea? It kills me to see you hurt like this. Who did it? Tell me!” The blonde chokes on her own words as her hands hovers cautiously over Bea’s wounds, afraid to make her feel pain.

 “No I can’t tell you. I mean…I didn’t expect this to happen. It was a setup and we were outnumbered-“

 “We need to get you to a hospital Bea oh my god.”

 The blonde knew that she couldn’t go there. Not with the cops on the scene of the shootout, and actively looking for the people involved. Aka her and Carter. He told her to lay low and heal up, but she didn’t expect Poppy to be sitting on her bed waiting for her when she got home. The initial look on her face made Bea regret ever choosing this life. 

 She regrets it ever since being with Poppy. But it’s like a drug, once you start it’s hard to stop. 

 “I’ll call my father, he has the best doctors available and we’re gonna get your the right treatment and-“ 

 Poppy immediately cuts off, her eyebrows scrunching up until she realizes something. “Wait…what do you mean you were outnumbered Bea?” 

 Bea swallows heavily, praying that this conversation couldn’t escalate further, but that isn’t the case. 

 “Bea, answer me”

 “It..it was just me and Carter. We didn’t think there would be an ambush. We had just gone there to get goods we lost.”

 “And where is Carter? Does he know you’re like this right now? Did he leave you, I swear to god Bea if he left you…” Poppy’s voice cracks as her whole body shivers in violent waves. 

 Bea pulls her girlfriend in for a hug even though it causes every inch of her body to sting harshly. It was the comfort that she needed though. Watching Poppy breakdown over the sight of her was too much, and she began to contemplate everything. 

 “Pops listen to me, I cannot go to the hospital right now. There are cops looking for us.” The strawberry blonde stares at her until she understands the velocity of Bea’s words. 

 “Fine. But there will be a doctor that will come to treat you at my house. And you’re coming, I don’t want to hear it.” 

 Bea knew not to protest that. It was quite obvious this whole incident has left both parties distraught and she didn’t want to try and tell Poppy how to feel. 

 “Just tell me something. Are you in immediate danger? Is someone trying to harm you right now.”

 The blonde chose her words carefully. Because even after coming home beaten to a pulp, she still couldn’t tell the love of her life the full truth. 

 “No Poppy, they just wanted the drugs. They got what they wanted. I’m not in danger.”

 For now.

 “I will be okay.”

 I hope.

 “Don’t lie to me Jackson. I can’t do this if you lie. You promised me you wouldn’t get to the point where you’d have to choose between me and the gang.”

 “I know Poppy…I-“

 “You promised.”

 “And I’m going to keep that promise-“

 “Yeah the hell you are. And you’re going to promise me that you won’t ever come home like this again. You’re going to get yourself killed before we even start our life together. Our future.”

 Bea sucks in a breath which punctures her chest. She couldn’t tell if the injuries or Poppy’s words had caused that terrible ache. “Our…Wait I..”

 “I love you Jackson. I…don’t care if you think it’s too early to say that. I don’t care if I sound too cheesy for a mean girl. I love kissing you and feeling the laughter run through your body when we hug. I love being the reason you smile. I love you. And you don’t have to say it back. I just..I needed you to know-“

 “I love you too. Probably maybe from the moment I met you.”

 Poppy’s eyes seemed to glisten once again and this time there was no sadness etched into the shape. She smiled a pure smile and wrapped her arms around Bea in a tight hug. 

 She captures her lips in a searing kiss that leads to a trail of kisses down the strawberry blonde’s neck, dip of her collarbone, and chest. Bea kisses her until her chest gives out from exhaustion and pain.

 “Then you have to promise that this won’t happen again.” 

 “I promise.”

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NOTES: They’re gonna be fineeeee, right guys??? Graduation next chapter woooo.

Tags: @samanthadalton @somewillwin @clowneryme  @baexpoppy @poppysmc @doey-eyes8 @veenast @straightlikewetspaghetti @phoennixxsblog

[ktheist]

in another life (i would be your man)

muses. hero!yoongi / assassin!yoongi / father!yoongi / lawyer!yoongi

word. 2.5k

genre. reincarnation au

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time and time again, you find yourselves in the other’s absolute mercy.

mercy, which both of you know, the other will not grant.

“have you any last words, hero?” the grass shrivels up around yoongi all because hot air wilts the greenest of life.

a single bead of sweat trickles down the side of yoongi’s face as he looks at you without a shred of fear in the face of death.

“all the gold you’re hoarding... does it bring you happiness?” he says, as though already finding serendipity before you can even drive your talon into his chest.

“happiness!” you roar, mockery dripping off your word, “such humanly sentiments. you forgot who you’re speaking to, hero.”

“yoongi... yoongi’s my name” he sighs softly, eyelids fluttering shut, “say it.”

it is you who fall silent this time.

to say the name of the soul who’s bound to you not for love but for destruction... have you the right?

in your last life, a good few hundred years ago, he’s the one that drove the cross into your chest.

in the one before that, you burn him at the stakes for the wretched powers he held.

in this lifetime, even the armor made of the silver cannot withstand the weight of your paw, talon digging into his chest as he lays underneath you, ready to accept the heroic death.

“very well, if not in this lifetime, then perhaps the next...”

you live for three human lifetimes as the great dragon who brought the continent together. the humans, without their hero, are mere mortals. they learned better than to put their faith in one man.

in the next lifetime, you find yourself kneeling in front of a silver haired man - what a striking hair color for someone who’s supposed to be on the low.

“my hand’s gonna slip,” that gravelly voice still sends shivers down your spine.

“what-” you breathe out, eyebrows knitting together.

he takes his aim.

but there’s something wrong.

the angle he’s pointing at will graze your cheek and ear at most.

then he shoots.

when the bullet bounces against the cement somewhere a few inches away behind you, your body moves on its own. your leg sweep out to send him tumbling down onto the ground. your thighs pin his hips down so he can’t get up and you push the gun farther beyond his reach.

“why are you doing this?” you hiss, knife against his throat.

“don’t you think we owe it to ourselves to be happy?” yoongi says simply, too complacent for a man who’s about to lose yet another life to his enemy.

“that’s not how it works,” teeth gritted together, you press the dulled side of the knife harder against his snow-kissed flesh.

“then, how does it work?” he asks.

for a moment, you’re frozen in place. then you’re taken back to where it all begins.

you were a queen who poisoned her king before proceeding to ruin the kingdom until it remains but a memory to those who’ve lived through your tyrannical era. yoongi was the crown prince from a small country who enticed you into his chambers and kept you locked in a tower like a caged bird while he went to war with the neighboring kingdom with your kingdom’s army.

“i- i hated you for seducing me and locking me up in that tower,” you murmur, breath shaky, “a- and you hated me because i-i couldn’t be killed... because i was...”

“a blood sucker.” he finishes for you.

a flash of anger crosses your eyes and paint your vision red. you press the knife harder - no doubt there would be a bruise, “no matter how immortal i was... i died because of a broken heart. you killed me!”

“i was breaking my own heart for having to keep you locked in that tower but if i let you go...” he trails off, his hand coming to settle on yours.

it’s the first time you hear him choke up.

“so many died because of our love,” yoongi’s voice comes out barely above whisper.

“your sin is mistaking hate for love,” you flick your wrist, switching the side of the blade pressed against his neck to one that could cut through clean and swift.

but before you can seal yet another lifetime of your surviving, a sharp pain cuts into your arm, forcing you to release the blade, your free hand cupping the familiar circular wound that’s gushing with blood.

you push yourself off him, going over the ledge and jumping off to your safety. and yoongi’s left in the cold, night air, the coms in his ear buzzing back to life.

it’s six months later that he finds you, dressed in deep red, smiling seductively as you cling on a man twice your age. all of a sudden, he finds himself ignoring whatever his partner’s saying in the coms and approaching you and the man.

yoongi can barely remember what he said but he remembers the overwhelming feeling of relief when the man pushes you off and march out of the room, shouting russian vulgarities.

“planting a bullet hole in my arm isn’t enough, you just had to sabotage my mission, don’t you?” you’re on top of him once again but the ground isn’t cold and hard as he’s always remembered in the series of you pinning him down in differing lifetimes.

“have you thought about what i said?” he doesn’t look like he minds it anymore.

being pinned down by you, that is.

rather, yoongi quite likes the view of your cleavage when you lean down close enough to whisper into his hears, “i reflected on my past mistakes... and truly, i wish nothing more than to have you gone from my sight once and for all.”

then his index finger ghosts over the softest protrusion of the healed up scar on your arm. and you feel goosebumps on your skin.]

you leave in the morning, slipping out of the hotel room in that skin tight maroon dress, noticing the woman in the lobby, looking like what you would’ve looked like if you were waiting for your partner who went against orders and checked into a room in the very same hotel he was supposed to eliminate his target at.

sloppy. fucking sloppy.

yoongi never sees you after that. he got reprimanded and almost got eliminated by his own agency if it hadn’t been his father, the head of the extermination department who pulled some strings and buried the matter.

it’s a surprise he’s still alive at the age of of thirty-one, owning a lawfirm of his own and living the life he’s never thought he’d have.

a normal one.

then, he spots you, walking down the sidewalk holding a toddler’s hand and smiling down at him like he’s the most precious thing you’ve ever hold dear to.

“stop the car,” yoongi orders.

“s-sir?” the driver, surprised by the sudden request, hesitates.

“pull over!” it’s the first time the young man has ever hear his boss raise his voice.

so he does just that, but a block away from where yoongi last saw you.

he runs as fast as his legs could carry him. but the sidewalk is empty of a woman holding a child’s hand.

it takes another year of him searching records of faces and names. for you have many and unlike yoongi, he’s sure you have no one to pull the strings and make one blunder disappear.

then he finds you, under a pseudonym, of a certain kim hana whose child is named kim youngsoo.

“it’s me,” he announces, stepping into the light that pours past the window and over not even half of the room.

“mommy, can we order pizza?” youngsoo’s lively voice rings from outside of the room.

“yeah, why don’t you decide what toppings you want and i’ll be out there in a sec, sweetie,” your voice sounds heavenly - none of the guarded strain that he usually hears. but your eyes, they look like the eyes of a woman who would give everything to protect her most precious possession.

“so it was you... one year ago,” you say, ambling to the dresser where yoongi easily finds out your motive.

“the gun’s not there anymore, you really think i’d break into the house of an ex-assassin and not think to look for weapons tacked up somewhere out of sight?” he hears the frustrated sigh you make before you stand with your feet apart.

looks like you believe his words.

looks like you’ve got no problems taking him on with bare hands.

“he’s mine, isn’t he?”

a scoff.

“you’re pretty dumb if you think one night’s all it takes to get pregnant with your bastard child.”

“who’s the father, then? why isn’t he around?” he presses on.

and his questions have always been intrusive but you notice the weight of his every inquiry. as if he’d drop dead right this instant if you don’t answer them.

“he walked away, couldn’t accept that we had to always be on the move just because he had a baby with a wanted woman.”

and it’s not the police that wants you.

“his social security number?” yoongi shoots you another question.

“i don’t know. i don’t remember,” you say simply, a shrug accompanying your answer.

“number one rule of being an assassin: never forget anything,” yoongi recites easily, even after five years, he still recalls the drilling his mentor forced him through, “so that leaves us with one possibility: he doesn’t exist, this ex of yours.”

“mooooom.” youngsoo calls out, sounding too close for comfort.

“just a minute, sweetie. why don’t you take my phone out of my bag and get ready to dial up the number to the pizza place?” there’s a lightness in your tone.

envy wraps around yoongi’s heart before he even realizes it. how he wished you’d speak to him in that delicate, loving tone as well.

“look, i’m tired, i’m done playing games, i’ve been done since that night. i know i fucked up and i know some day i’ll pay for it but not tonight... tonight... at least let me have one last night with my kid.”

it’s the way the word ‘my’ and ‘kid’ fall naturally off your mouth that makes yoongi realize that he’s the one stuck in the beginning all along. that he’s the one who couldn’t move on from the past even though he sought to change the present and threw your world upside down when he decided not to take the shot.

before he can say anything, you’re already out of the door but he senses no rush in your footsteps.

“do you have the pizza place’s number down?” there it is again, the soft, tender tilt in your voice.

it’s a little faint but he hears it clearly.

and it may very well just be a trick to make him sympathize but what is he to sympathize with when he’s only here to ask for confirmation?

why do you treat him like death who’s finally come to take back your borrowed time?

well, the answer was simple.

“i paid off the bounty,” yoongi meets you at a cafe where he knows you’ll feel safer.

no assassin will make a move in broad daylight, in public, with his face out for the cameras to record.

“how much?” you sound like you just got another loan tying you down.

“enough that they can’t resist,” he states.

and before you can even say anything, he goes on, “i want to see him.”

“no.” you say curtly.

“he’s my child too.” he slides the white envelope he pulls out of his pocket to you.

it contains the dna results from the hair on the comb youngsoo complained he lost and yoongi’s own hair.

“he’s doesn’t need a father,” you don’t even give the envelope a second glance, “if that’s all-”

“that’s not for you to decide on your own,” he cuts you off.

it’s the firmness in his tone that makes your eyebrows rise. min yoongi has always been a gentle soul. even when he was driving a cross into your heart, he’d done it with the heaviest heart.

and for him to place his foot down like this - how very unlike him.

which is why, when he pulls, you pull harder.

“if you so much as appear in front of youngsoo, we will disappear and i’ll make sure you’ll never us again.”

and with that, you take out the blank check from your purse and slip it over to him. the check and the envelop laying side by side.

money isn’t the issue, you’ve managed to wire every single penny you have to different bank accounts before the agency could even freeze the one in seoul. it took several trips to japan, hong kong and china but you eventually got enough to start a new life with your new life.

and that new life of yours is being shaken by the presence of an entity of the past.

you begin noticing the men and women dressed in plain clothing standing a few feet away from where you and youngsoo go. they’re there, acting absolutely normal which makes it unnormal. always watching, always being on guard as if their lives depend on you and youngsoo’s security.

it goes on for another three months before you finally get tired of it and approach one of them, “call your boss over.”

youngsoo’s blowing bubbles at the park when a sleek black car pulls up at the curb and a familiar face steps out.

“you can see him every week on saturdays, one no-show and you’re out. also- i decide when he finds out,” you set the rules and yoongi looks like he a little kid who’s about to perform at his school’s talent show, “do we have a deal?”

“absolutely,” he nods readily.

yoongi’s hand moves on its own and he almost hooks his index finger around your pinky finger as if asking for some kind of emotional support. but he stops himself.

he walks beside you, watching as you walk out from under the shades of the tree, your expression instantaneously brightening when the sunlight hits, “youngsoo-ah,” you wave the toddler over.

his little legs comes running towards you, curious, bright eyes staring at yoongi and right through his soul. he’s never felt so bare and defenseless.

the only thing that keeps him from running away is the fondness in your voice. and the smile on your face that he’s never seen before, “youngsoo-ah, this is uncle yoongi, he’s mommy’s friend...”

yoongi musters the best smile he can - he never needed to try. it’s the people around him that force smiles to please him. never the other way around. never him having to smile so he wouldn’t scare off his son.

he crouches in front of the child that’s partially hiding behind you, “youngsoo-ah, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

[coraskeeper]

⇝ you in blindfolds

⇝ ft: seonghwa, hongjoong, yunho

⇝ warnings: facefucking m receiving, breeding, blindfolds, unprotected seggs (wrap it before you tap it folks), spanking, dom! ateez, dirty talking, dangerous bde from these fine specimens

⇝ wc: 1k

𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘸𝘢

“ no hwa, someone’s gonna see- hn “

your skirt pushed up over your hips, lacy panties around your ankles with his slender fingers digging into the inside of your knees so hard you were sure you’d bruise.

his thrust against you hard, fucking in to you deeper and deeper each time he pushed into you on the dorm room couch.

the members supposedly sleeping soundly in their respective beds, had the whole house quieter than usual except the sounds of you and your lovers shared grunts and quiet moans,

“ hush sweetheart- ha, wish you could see how pretty you look under me “

his black slacks from today’s photoshoot unbuttoned and pulled down just enough to release himself from his boxers to thrust himself raw into your heat. his black tie wrapped around your eyes and your hands trapped between your sweaty back and the couch.

taking away your sight made you more sensitive to every little touch he made against your body, you wanted nothing more than to see his pleasure filled expressions and messy blond hair tickling your nose when he bent down to press kisses against the corners of your mouth mid moan.

“ tell me how much you want me- my cum to fill up this pretty little cunt of yours “

his thrust getting gradually deeper and his speed increasing letting you know he was close to cumming. you felt tears wetting the fabric of the tie,” please hwa, wanna see- off, off “

he knew it was a little mean on his behalf but the way you were spread out under him felt so right. you were completely at his mercy without being able to see or touch him while he pounded into you relentlessly.

pretty gasps and surprised moans when he touched you a certain way without you expecting it, you whining for him with your clothes hiked up.

your whines for him to fill you up, your breast bouncing against your flipped bra made him forget all about any of his fellow band members walking in on him pumping you full.

“ don’t worry sweetheart, im gonna give you every last drop of my cum “

𝘬𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘫𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨

his hand connecting with your ass again before kneading the fawn flesh. the side of your tear stained cheek pressed into the bed sheets your sore ass propped up into the air.

“ gonna breed you so well, love “ , his hips coming back to meet the curve of your ass with harsh thrust.

fucking into so hard you couldn’t stop screaming for him, your cum drippin down your thighs and your arms laying lifelessly beside you.

some of the tears managing to escape from under the black silk blindfold, your cunt clenching and unclenching from the overstimulation of hongjoongs constant pounding against your ass.

he thought you were so pretty like this, crying and telling him that it was too much for you yet your cunt kept sucking him back in for more.

one of his hands coming from your hip to push into the middle of your back, “ mh, he doesn’t fuck you like this does he? “, you could practically hear the snotty smirk that painted across his pretty face.

shaggy brown hair coming to tickle your ear, flinching when he stilled inside you completely to bite your earlobe, “ answer me princess “

tiredly shaking your head with a quiet no to answer him but he needed more than that, screaming when he pinched your nipple hard between his painted fingernails, “ i said answer me “

“ n-no joongie, no one fucks me as good as you “ grinding your ass back against him subconsciously to get some friction. one of his hands planting themselves beside your head for stability to pound into you.

just the sight of you could make anyone cum in their pants on the spot. you looked so fucked out, your bottom lip bleeding a little from him biting it earlier on, dark purple bruises showing themselves against your ass cheeks and hips.

your body glistening in sweet and the fluorescent lights giving you glow, desperate and pleading for him to touch you adorning nothing but a silkly black blindfold.

“ you’ll always come back to me, and everytime you do i’ll fuck you so good you’ll regret ever choosing him over me “

𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰

“ puppy you look gorgeous on your knees for me “

he smirked at you, this was all pretty entertaining to him actually. you losing a bet on whether or not wooyoung would do something as simple as asking someone out, might've been the best thing that happened to him.

your braids thrown into a lazy ponytail and a baby blue lace blindfold tied around your head and a frown etched on to your face feeling his precum smear on to your cheek.

his black hair falling over his glazed eyes as he leaned back into his computer chair with a shit eating grin on his face.

though you tried to play like you were pissed, your hard nipples through the skimpy fabric of your baby blue bra were a dead give away to how turned on you were to be sitting in between his legs with his length twitching eagerly against your cheek.

“ you know, it’s never too late to be scary and bac- ohh fuck, wait- “

his knee jumping uncontrollably when his dick hit the back of your throat, spit dribbling out of the corners of your mouth with a gag. his hand flying to the back of your head keeping you grounded there as he rutted his hips into your nose, with a few loud moans.

“ look at how pretty you are puppy “, his thumb wiping away the stray tears that fell from under the blindfold.

grabbing a handful of your braids before yanking your head back and smirking at you when you choked on your own spit.

his thumb trailing over the patterns across your eyes before stroking himself against your cheek, “ i think you deserve to be punished, what do you think? “

pushing his leaking tip harshly up against your mouth, the skin rubbing against your teeth, a deep chuckle stirring in his chest, “ riiight, you can’t talk, can you? “

he got a good kick out of your pained moans when he fucked your throat, your aching cunt grinding itself against his foot.

sticking his long finger in your mouth and pressing down hard against your tongue and pushing himself all the way to the back of your throat with glazed eyes.

“ suck it right pretty girl, daddy’ll give you a treat if you do it well “

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[thesleepy1]

Death’s Imminent Door

A/N: I need more Eskel fics. That’s all. Also, writing prompt from @whumpster-dumpster “Kiss with bruised lips”. There was also, “Dying breath kiss,” and, “Kiss with trembling lips,” but I thought we’ll go for something more light hearted today. I thought, but let this be a warning that I’m not good at fluff. Unbeta’d as always. 

 Pairings: Eskel x Reader

 Summary: You’re injured in a fight defending Eskel’s honor.

 Word count: 1651

 Warnings: Violence, blood, injury, language, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, suggestive language, whump,

 To be fair you shouldn’t have even been there. Eskel had long retired for the night and was peacefully sleeping in the room upstairs. You on the other hand wanted another drink. That was a mistake. 

 Everything was fine for the most part. You enjoyed a tankard, a drop of ale sliding down the corner of your mouth. There was a bard, not Geralt’s, singing in the tavern. Some song about sleeping with a goat or some sort of lucid dream the man had. You weren’t sure and at the time you didn’t really care. 

 “Just like that witcher!” 

 You sobered instantly at the mention of your partner in hand and trail. “What did you just say?!” you slurred, slamming your almost empty tankard down. A tremble shot up your arm but you shook it off, standing as tall as your drunk self could allow. “Say that to my face, bastard!”

 “Oh it’s the witcher’s bed warmer.”  

 “With a dick as big as his, gladly!” You took large strides to the equally drunk man who had dared to taint Eskel’s honor. To your surprise he was the same height and of a smaller build. All talk and no bite. This fight will be easy...unfortunately for you, it was not.

 “Oh, so you admit you spread your legs for that goat fucker!” the man yelled, spit flying out of his mouth. He stank of ale and week old hay, likely a local stable man. 

 “At least he’s not the one letting the horses outside fuck his ass open,” you shot back, an audience growing. The bard was strumming a tone played at debates and tense scenes in plays. He would have gotten on your nerves if you weren’t focused at the scum of the continent in front of you. 

 “What did you just call me?” 

 “Sorry, do you still have horse cu-” 

 Before you knew it a fist came in harsh contact with the side of your face. Too drunk to stay afoot you fall back onto the table behind you. A couple enjoying their date lept in surprise at your semi conscious figure on their dinner. 

 “Too busy getting fucked to learn how to fight?” 

 “No,” you stumbled out, standing on wobbling feet. “Just too busy riding your h-” Another punch came your way but this time you blocked it, twisting his arms and slamming his body on the floor. He groaned and choked out a sob, grabbing onto your unsteady leg. Pulling it forward he brought you down onto the floor with him. 

 Out of the corner of your eye as you fell, a barmaid scurries upstairs to where Eskel rests. “Already cheating on that witcher with the pretty barmaid?” the man brought your attention back to himself. 

 “I wouldn’t dream of it,” you roll yourself on top of him, straddling his torso and sending fist after fist to his face. Your knuckles were bleeding and he was screaming, bloodied face such a beautiful sight. It was a joy before someone roughly pulled you off of him. 

 “Get off of him, you bastard!” a different barmaid shouted, tugging at your arms and for some reason your clothes. 

 “Hold the fucker down,” the man on the floor ordered, slowly pulling himself together with whimpers. Blood was trickling down his neck and his clean shirt was red with it all. You couldn’t help but smirk at your handiwork.

 “What are you smirking at?” 

 “I saw a big stallion in the stable earlier. You were brushing his coat awfully well. One could only think why-” 

 With the new barmaid holding you down and the man on his feet you really should’ve shut up but you couldn’t help it. His fists were smaller than yours but packed the same amount of force. While you enjoyed watching as blood coated his face, smiling even. He was getting angrier and angrier. Each punch was worse than the one before and that was prior to when he brought his booted foot into the mix. 

 Your groans began to fill the tavern but were mostly drowned out by the cheers of the crowd. The bard began a quicker tune, leaping up onto a table to dance. He twirled and sang like you weren’t being beaten to a pulp. The couple whose date you ruined joined the man in the fun, trading hits and cheers.

 The ale in your system helped with most of the pain but you could feel your body going slack. Unconsciousness was edging it’s way into your mind. Sleep seemed like a blissful option in comparison to the beating, but waking up wasn’t guaranteed. 

 Oh wouldn’t that be a sight, Eskel waking up to take a new contract the next town over only to see your unmoving husk of a form on the floor. Dried blood coating your barely recognizable face, your clothes torn and ripped from your still body. You weren’t sure what the barmaid wanted with your clothes but she would probably take them off if given the chance. 

 He would be angry, livid really. Sobbing in the dead of night where no one could judge him. The two of you weren’t the type to constantly tell each other you loved them throughout the day. You showed that with actions. Helping him sharpen his swords, setting up camp, defending his honor in a bar fight. 

 Unable to bear to see his grief stricken face, you hesitantly opened your eyes. They were swollen, that was obvious even without a mirror. And the rest of you wasn’t fairing all that well either, but you were alive. That was something to be proud of. 

 “Oh look, the bed warmer is awake,” the man taunted, taking your tankard and pouring what remained over your head. The ale against your open wounds stung and you gasped, biting your tongue to suppress a scream. 

 “What are you stopping for? I want to mark up this pretty skin,” the barmaid snarled behind you with a grin. The tavern suddenly grew quiet. Even the bard stopped playing, stepping down from the table, his eyes never left what was behind you. 

 Your movement was limited but you managed to look over your shoulder. Eskel in all of his shirtless, disheveled glory was at the foot of the stairs, a glare and the remanence of potions evident on his face. His eyes were a dulling dark gray, the black veins faded but still present. Gods and whoever was listening you wanted him to stare you down as he took you against the wall. Unrelenting in his haste to finish and rough with need. 

 “Lovely evening isn’t it, love,” you greeted nonchalantly, unable to feel your legs.

 “Care to tell me what happened?” Eskel asked in fake calmness. You have been with him long enough to know when he was seconds from stabbing the nearest person in the heart.  

 “Oh nothing much, love. Just some imbecile, horse fucker, baby killing, grime under my foot, bastard decided it was wise to call you some ill choice words in my presence,” you explained, your eyes drooping in an attempt to stay awake. You were alive, you told yourself. Eskel will be fine. You will be fine. Just a night’s rest and you will be as good as new the next morning. 

 “Would you like to tell me who?” his dark gaze swept across the room. Everyone was frozen in their place, smart enough to know when they were at death’s imminent door. 

 “Just her, him, and those two,” you gestured with your eyes but was unsure how much Eskel was able to catch. He could always smell the blood from their bleeding knuckles, so really you had no need to keep your eyes open. “That annoying bard had something to do with it but I can’t remember.” 

 You didn’t have the energy to keep your head on your neck and just let it fall. The barmaid dropped you immediately, but Eskel was quick enough to catch you. He grabbed onto you, his grip a little too tight in sensitive areas but he lightened his hands when he noticed the spike in your heart beat. A growl was building deep within his chest from the sight of your injured form. 

 “I recommend you run while you can,” Eskel spoke to the people in the tavern, already having memorized the faces and scents of the people you pointed out. He’ll give them mercy, a night before he ripped their spines from their backs and their egos from their groins. 

 “Can you stay awake for me, darling?” Eksel whispered to you, his arms underneath your legs and chest. 

 “Only If you’ll have me against the wall,” you mumbled, barely able to sense what was happening. Before you knew it you were in the inn room, a still warm bed underneath your aching body. 

 “Just open your eyes for me, darling,” Eskel forced out a timid chuckle. An ache grew from your chest, and not due to the beating. Your poor witcher was afraid you wouldn’t wake up when the sun came up. He had nothing to worry about. You could still feel the upper half of your body. That was something. 

  “Can’t get enough of my beautiful orbs?” you joked, your voice much weaker than you realized. Some job you did reassuring him, he sounded like he was about to cry. 

 “Never enough.” He planted a soft kiss onto your bruised lips. So caring in your injury, he made sure to not apply too much pressure onto the wounds. 

 Before you woke the next day, because you did, although a bit late into the noon, Eskel had gone out to hunt. Not for food, oh no. For sport. 

 Five bodies laid in the stables for the stable boy to see; the stable man, a couple, a barmaid and a bard with the neck of his gittern through his own neck. 

[rextasywrites]

Little Darling 3 - a Lady Dimitrescu x Mia Winters fanfiction

"Mia trashed around in her sleep, not able to find a minute of rest. ‘No...no...Rosy...Ethan…’, her whimpers were heard all over the floor, making Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters look up from their studies. The daughters shared looks while Lady Dimitrescu let out a sigh, standing up. “Let me handle this. I know how she is feeling.”, as she walked to the room Mia was staying in. Cold sweat covered the woman’s forehead, her face pulled into a grimace. ‘Oh Mia, how similar we are’, Lady Dimitrescu thought as she walked over to the woman caught in a nightmare called life."

two chapters in one day? this fic has taken over all my creative ideas atm! :D <3 <3 <3 hope you enjoy it! !!!Flashbacks are written in cursive!!!

Warnings: tw for the turning of Lady Dimitrescu and the abuse and torture she had to face before!

Part 1 Part 2

“No! No! Get away from me!”, Alcina cried out as the men stepped closer to her. Armed to the teeth and not in the mood to take prisoners. Dorina clung to her mother’s leg, not understanding what was going on. As Alcina had her back against the wall, she knew she was losing.

“Get here, witch. Go without a fight and we might let you live. But only might!”, a round of disgusting laughter spilled from the lips of the knights. In no time, they had Alcina and her children tied up, on horseback transported to the castle of the king. Once they arrived, everything went black for Alcina the moment a heavy piece of iron hit the back of her head.

The next thing she knew was darkness and pain. Alcina’s head throbbed as she looked left and right - she was the only one in a dark cell, sitting in some kind of unknown fluid that was staining her dress, leaving her shivering and feeling filthy. But at least these knights let her keep her clothes, which was an improvement to the last time she had been taken for ‘witchcraft crimes’. The only reason why she managed to walk free was because she helped the king with a serious illness. ‘Leave this kingdom and never come back’, they said to her. And that’s what she did. Barefoot and pregnant, she ran for her life and never looked back. But the past would always come to haunt her.

A small light was flickering in the hallway leading to the cell, once the candle reached a certain height, it managed to illuminate the cell a tiny bit. Mold was growing in a corner of the cell, making Alcina cough at the mere sight. Staying in here for too long would make her sick for life. How long has she already been in here?

The door to the cell was thrown open, some knights marching in. They wordlessly ripped the restraints off Alcina’s body, pushing her with them. Fighting back would get her killed, so she remained silent. Just let them do, and maybe they realize the mistakes they are making. But Alcina realized her mistakes the moment she laid eyes on the dead bodies of her children.

Mia trashed around in her sleep, not able to find a minute of rest. ‘No...no...Rosy...Ethan…’, her whimpers were heard all over the floor, making Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters look up from their studies. The daughters shared looks while Lady Dimitrescu let out a sigh, standing up. “Let me handle this. I know how she is feeling.”, as she walked to the room Mia was staying in. Cold sweat covered the woman’s forehead, her face pulled into a grimace. ‘Oh Mia, how similar we are’, Lady Dimitrescu thought as she walked over to the woman caught in a nightmare called life.

The knife was probably rusty but still good enough to cut into prisoners’ body. Alcina screamed in pain as her wrist was cut open, the blood pouring on the floor under the table she was restrained against. A man dressed like a plague doctor came up to her, pressing an unidentified ‘plant’ against the open wound. The wound sealed upon its touch, taking in the ‘plant’ under scraps of blood and regrowing skin. It felt like Alcina could feel the plant growing under her skin, sprawling through her bloodstream, burning like the fire she had used to keep herself warm just mere hours ago. Was it the mold she had seen in her cell?

And suddenly, the restraints felt like warm butter against her body, and with a quick movement, Alcina ripped them off her body. The changes were instantly present. Her muscle mass doubled in mere seconds, and any attack from the knights in the room felt like someone was brushing against her. Alcina threw the men against the walls of the mysterious room, breaking their necks with a few simple strikes. Once all the knights in the room were dead, Alcina broke free, noticing how her height was slowly increasing. Centimeter by centimeter, she felt larger and stronger than anyone or anything she had ever seen before. The feeling of power was something she could get used to.

After running amok in the castle, killing everyone and everything that came into her sight, Alcina threw all the dead bodies into the cellar to rot. Her babies got a funeral in the backyard of the castle, and word spread fast. A monster was living in the castle of Dimitrescu, ready to kill anyone that came close enough for it to smell the human. Was it a vampire? The locals tended to stay away from the castle, not in the mood to be murdered by a monster. And Alcina, now called Lady Dimitrescu in memory of the king she had slaughtered with her bare hands, only killed when she was very thirsty.

Mia gasped and sat up on her bed, shock and fear written across her face. Lady Dimitrescu was leaning against the doorframe, watching her with so much pity. She remembered the pain she had to go through hundreds of years ago as if it was yesterday. “Mia.”, Lady Dimitrescu whispered as she stepped closer to the woman in the bed, “Is there anything I can do for you?”

Tears welled up in Mia’s eyes as she thought of her dream. Ethan. Rosy. Slaughtered by the same man who slaughtered her like some pig in a den. “I-”, Mia choked out, but Lady Dimitrescu just placed a hand on her shoulder, showing her as much comfort as she could.

“You don’t have to say anything. I have been through the same pain before. It’s okay. Just let it out, Mia.”, and with those words, every dam in Mia’s body broke. Sobbing against the chest of a fucking vampire, Mia let out all the feelings she had kept hidden and locked away inside of her.

“It’s not fair! It’s not fucking fair! I just want a damn family and not deal with bio weapons!”, she cried as Lady Dimitrescu tightened her hug a little bit, staining her dress with tears and snot. “Ethan nearly died because of me before! Rosy might die because of me! What an useless bitch I am! I cannot even keep my family safe!”

Her cries of hate and sorrow filled the halls of the castle as she begged to every God out there for mercy and to let this nightmare end. But Lady Dimitrescu knew, any God had abandoned humans a long time ago. With soft ‘let it out’s, she was able to calm down Mia sooner or later, until the woman was exhausted from all the screaming and crying she had done.

“Here”, the door was suddenly opened with Cassandra standing in it. She was carrying a glass of cold water, handing it to Mia as she dried her face off the tears and snot in a handkerchief. “You must be thirsty after so much crying.”, instead of waiting for an answer, Cassandra left the room in a hurry, leaving Lady Dimitrescu and Mia alone again. Mia gladly drank some of the water, the incoming headache from crying already around the corner.

“You should try to rest now, Mia.”, Lady Dimitrescu said while she stroked over Mia’s back, giving her at least some comfort in these horrible times.

“Can you stay here? I am so scared.”, Mia asked the vampire lady to her surprise. But who was she to deny such a sweet request?

“Of course, Mia Winters.”, she chuckled. With a quick movement, she took off her heels and moved with Mia under the blanket, an arm around the woman. Lady Dimitrescu was cold all over, but this helped Mia with her incoming headache as she slowly relaxed into sleep. “Good night.”, Lady Dimitrescu said before she placed a kiss on Mia’s forehead, and for a moment, Mia could pretend she wasn’t in a castle in Romania with her family in danger.

[gyllenhaalics]

Perks of Being Good - Prologue

Pairing: Mob boss!Jake x reader, hitman!C.Evans x reader Summary: Your father died taking a bullet for one of Jake’s men. So naturally, you take your father’s place as an associate. And Jake honors your father’s last wish by protecting you. He might have gone a little too far with his protection. Disclaimer: I do not own anyone whose name appears in this story. Word count: 1500

Warning:  Innocent/corruption kink, fingering, dirty talking, daddy kink, p0rn with plot (that you can ignore).

A/N: This is for my Smut Therapy, a mini-series that’s mostly just smut, to help me (and anyone who needs it) with stress. The list of warnings will get longer as we get to the main part, as noted in this POST.

Dedicated to: @realovesthings​ my username buddy @gyll-yee-haw​ you inspired me to write this, thank you so much @angelic-holland​ & @gyllenwh0re​ I thought of you while writing this, thank you for all the smut you’ve written for all of us (I hope you’re okay with me tagging you)

You pulled yourself to the corner, shivering, trying to cover your body as much as you could. You bit your lips to block the whimper bubbling inside your throat. Your eyes couldn’t move away from the man standing in the middle of the room.

“Didn’t know the old man has such a cutie of a daughter.”

“Have some respect for the dead, Evans.”

You realized they were talking about your father as the tall, well-built man named Evans walked around with his silenced pistol, kicking the bloody bodies to make sure there was no sign of life left. Several people broke into your apartment. They would have killed you if it wasn’t for these men.  You felt a pair of blue eyes pierced through you. He dressed in an all-black suit that accented the gold chain around his neck. You almost jumped when his coat touched your shoulders, and felt his lingering body heat wrapped around you.

“Don’t worry. You’re safe now. Once you calm down, I’d like to have a few words.”

…

It’s been several months after the incident. You’ve been an associate lawyer for Maggie since then. The job was passed on to you by your late father. Maggie handles the family’s legal businesses, and that means someone has to pay taxes. That is why you’re here at one of her property, which happens to be a porn set. At least the mistress spares you a small guest room for your desk, even though the walls are not sound-proof.

You bury your face in mountains of tax documents and property contracts, trying to ignore the dirty talking and heavy moaning. You clip the pages neatly together in a hurry. You only have to give this to Maggie, and then maybe you can ask her to let you go home early for the day. Jake can be here to pick you up at any moment.

“Ma'am, your document.”

You lower your voice and hand the paper stack to the woman behind the camera. She smiles and crooks her finger at you, asking you to come closer. You follow, with reluctance. It seems to be a threesome scene today, the actress lies across the sofa, resting her head on one man’s lap, nibbling on his cock, while the other man is penetrating her. Their hands roam all over her skin, tugging her sensitive spots as she lets out her ecstatic moan and squirms underneath them.

You must admit, for someone who has been here for months, you still get flustered every time they shoot a film. It would be a lie to say you have never watched porn, but Maggie’s works are different, women-oriented if one may call. They are not always gentle and sensual. Some of them are pretty rough.

“That’s a wrap! Somebody give my girl a glass of water.”

Maggie exchanges a few words with the crew and dismisses them soon after. She then turns to you, who have subconsciously hugged the paper stack like a shield.

“What do you think, honey? My offer’s still on if you’re interested.”

“I don’t think I can, ma'am. I’m not uh, experienced.” Blood rushes to your cheeks. Maggie has been offering you to be in one of her works. The pay is hefty and a dozen times more than being a lawyer for the mobs. But you can never see yourself doing it. You don’t know what Maggie sees in you that makes her so determined.

“Oh, honey. Innocence is a perk.”

Maggie brushes a strain of hair to your ear. Before you can process her words, you hear heavy footsteps behind you. You turn and see a man towering over you, still with his gleaming gold chain.

“Afternoon, Mr. Gyllenhaal.”

“Told you to stop calling me that.” Jake winces at your formality. “Maggie hasn’t been too hard on you, has she?”

“Jake, that’s you.” Maggie retaliates, amused at this whole situation.

Things between you and the boss started soon after he saved your life. Your father died taking a bullet for one of Jake’s men. So naturally, you take your father’s place as an associate. And Jake honors your father’s last wish by protecting you. He might have gone a little too far with his protection.

…

On your way back, you lean on Jake’s chest as he has his arm around your back, encasing you in a half embrace. As soon as you got in the car, he couldn’t wait for a second longer to have his hands all over you.

The driver acts like he doesn’t see or hear anything. As far as anyone can tell, you have been the boss’ lover for a while now. One can guess from the way he dotes on you, how he showers you with lavish gifts, or from that one time he had you warm his cock for the entire meeting and you were on the verge of tear because you couldn’t get your release.

“Heard Maggie was pestering you about being in her film?”

He whispers in your ears as he kneads your breasts through the blouse. He isn’t that rough, but the pressure is enough to make your breathing quickened. And you always love the feeling of his beard scratching on your skin. The tickling sensation always gives you butterflies in your stomach. You return his affection by caressing his thigh, inching closer to the visible bulge on his pants.

“Maggie’s been very kind to me. She was only joking.”

“Maggie doesn’t joke about her work, princess.”

Jake grabs your face with his free hand and makes your whimper softly. His lips cover yours in a passionate kiss, almost as if he wants nothing but to devour you whole. After breaking off the kiss, Jake places his fingers on your lips. You obediently open your mouth and take his fingers in as he has taught you. Your tongue swirls around his digits, trying to get them as wet as you can.

“Now, lift your skirt.”

He removes his fingers from your mouth, leaving behind a thin trail of saliva. He looks down at your skirt, giving you the signal to not stopping. He watches in amusement as your trembling hands lift the fabric.

“No panties? And you’re so wet, princess. How filthy.”

But you were the one who told me to. You thought, but you’ve learned from your past mistakes to hold your tongue. Jake grips your neck and pins you down on the backseat. His index finger pushes its way into your bare pussy. It is so sudden you cannot hold back your whimpering.

“Hasn’t she told you? There’s a huge market for your type.”

Jake adds another finger starts pumping them in and out of you, slowly at first.

“Innocent and obedient. Look how well you’ve learned, princess. Inexperienced. Yet so sensitive that any stimulation is too much for you.”

He quickens the pace.

“Can never forget the first time I made you come. You couldn’t stop crying and shaking. Poor thing, how pathetic.”

He curls his fingers, finding your sweet spot. His thumb grazes on your clit. You shut your eyes, letting his biting words ravage your thoughts.

“So naive, you think Maggie is kind? One day, you’ll find yourself spreading your legs for a whole bunch of her goons. Or maybe that’s what you want?”

You shudder at his words. The thought is a little scary for you. That’s not a lie, but an oddly pleasant sensation builds in the pit of your stomach. You feel another wave of wetness leaks from your pussy.

“If you’d like to be a little whore, I can arrange that, princess. Maybe my next meeting, yes? You can warm my cock like the other day. Then, after we finish, I’ll let my men pass you around and use you like the fuck toy you are. And if you’re good enough, maybe they will have mercy on you and fill that little pussy up nicely. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

His voice turns deep and harsh, and his fingers are torturously fast. Your walls contract around him like crazy as you find yourself on the verge of orgasm. The filthy things he said, you know he wouldn’t let anyone touch you without your consent and his permission. But the thoughts alone are enough to bring you over the edge.

“Daddy, please let me come. I need to come. Can I-”

Jake pulls his fingers away. He brings his hand down and smacks at your clit. The combination of the sting from his strike and the sudden lack of stimulation almost drives you insane. He gathers you up into his arms and plants chaste kisses on your forehead.

“Not yet, baby girl. Once we’re home, you’ll be good for daddy and make daddy comes first. Then, and only then, you can come.”

You whine and punch at his chest. Though it probably feels like a mosquito bite to him.

“Don’t be a brat now, princess. Don’t fret. I have a surprise for you at home.”

…

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“She’s got spunk” Yu Yu Hakusho Jin X OC fanfiction (Part 2)

The next day Team Urameshi went to the stadium.  Kurama and Hiei were missing though…

“Hey, where are those guys?”  Kuwabara grumbled.  

“Probably training and lost track of time.  I’m sure they will be here.”  Yusuke said.

“Okay next up!  Team Urameshi vs team Dr. Ichigaki!  Will three fighters from each team please step forward!”  Koto announced.

Ivy, Yusuke, and Kuwabara stepped into the ring, along with three men from the other team who caused Kuwabara to gasp.  

“What’s the matter?” Ivy asked.

“I saw those guys in my dream last night…  they are being forced to fight!”  Kuwabara said.  

As it turned out the men were being controlled by a device on their backs that messed with their blood.  Which is where Ivy came in handy.  Ivy took back control of their blood and caused the device to pop off of the men.  The men then surrendered.  But then Dr. Ichigaki attacked.  

“You think you can beat me that easily?!”  He shouted as he transformed into a huge beast.  The three Urameshi fighters took him down pretty quickly after that.  Ivy delivered the killing blow using a pistol she pulled out of her purse she carries with her.  

“looks like we can...” Ivy mocked, glaring at his dead, bloody body as she stowed away her weapon.   

Kurama and Hiei then came into the stadium with an older man.  The men that had been forced to fight were incredibly happy to see him.  It turns out he was their teacher/father figure who they thought was dead.  They ended up in the tournament because Dr. Ichigaki tricked them and said he could save their teacher, despite having been the one that caused him to fall ill in the first place.  Well on the bright side, the teacher is alive.  So it looks like Ichigaki kept that promise at least.  But he is still an asshole….  I mean, didn’t he ever hear “do no harm”?  Dr. my ass…. 

“Shut up!”  Sophia yelled at the sky

“Who are you talking to?”  Asked Piper, raising an eyebrow.  

“The narrator!   She’s going on and on!  I mean come on!  We get it already!”  Sophia ranted.

Piper opened her mouths to say something but was stopped when Olivia put a hand on her shoulder.  She looked at Olivia who simply shook her head as if to say “just let it go.”

Team Urameshi then went back to the hotel to get some rest, but Ivy was feeling rather restless after the fight so she decided to go for another walk through the woods.

She walked into a clearing and there was a gentle breeze with rose petals flowing through the wind.  She looked around and saw Jin leaning against a tree with a rose in his mouth.  

“Who are you supposed to be?  Tuxedo mask?”  She asked, crossing her arms and glaring.

“I’m the man of your dreams…” He told her as he removed the rose from his mouth and held it gingerly in his hand.

“More like nightmares…” She grumbled as she turned to walk away.

“Wait!  Baby come back!”  He called out. 

“Not in this lifetime….  Not in any lifetime…. Not in any afterlife-time…” She told him.

“Lassy!  I can change!  Sweetheart please!”  He called out desperately.

“We will see about that ya douche” She said as she continued to walk away, rolling her eyes.  He watched her as she disappeared in the distance, his ears extended to a point wiggling away.  He’s determined to win her heart.

Ivy headed back to the hotel and got some rest for the night.  The next day the group headed back to the stadium for the next fight.  

“Team Urameshi Vs team Masho!  ...Um where is team Masho?”  Koto asked.

Before anything else could be said a small tornado appeared in the stadium.  Once the tornado subsided, in its place was a group of men wearing black cloaks.  

“Ah there they are!  Team Masho everyone!  Team captains, please step forward!”  Koto exclaimed.

Yusuke stepped into the ring and one of the cloaked men's cloaks blew off with a gust of wind revealing…. Jin.  Much to Ivy's dismay.

“God damn it not this asshole!”  Ivy shouted.

“Hiya lassy!  How ya doin my love?”  He asked as he winked at her in an attempt to be seductive.

“What’s this?  A forbidden romance? ….Ah…. Maybe not though...” Koto began but then rethought her statement when she saw Ivy flipping Jin the bird with an angry glare. 

Yusuke and Jin decided the rules for the match which was one on one elimination.  

The first match was Kurama Vs Gamma.  Gamma uses a special make up as a weapon.  When Ivy heard this she got hyped.  

“Ooh!  Gurl!  Me and you gotta go to sephora!”  She called but was ignored.  But she did very much irritate the make up user.

In the end Gamma died but not before sealing Kurama's spirit energy along with making him immobile.

The next fight ended up being Kurama Vs Touya.  Well that’s not fair… don’t they know he can’t move or use his energy???  What the fuck dude?

“Of course they know!  They are cheating!  God!  What kinda narrator are you?”  Sophia ranted at the sky.

Touya is an ice user.  Kurama stalled him for a while by talking and that worked as when Touya was done talking Kurama could move again.  In the end Kurama won by sewing a death plant seed in his arm and attacking Touya with it.  Kurama fell unconscious on his feet while still standing in the ring.

The next fight was Kurama…. oh you’ve gotta be kidding me…. He’s not even conscious!!! 

“We. Know.”  Sophia said, unable to look at the scene before her, holding back tears.

Sorry… the next fight is Kurama Vs Bakken…. Bakken, who is a total tool, began beating up an unconscious Kurama.  Until…

“That’s enough Bakken” said one of the members of team Masho.  Bakken looked confused.  “Well do you think you could survive a bullet to the back?”  The voice said.  And Bakken then looked over and saw Yusuke aiming his spirit gun at him.  

Bakken threw Kurama out of the ring, only to be caught by Yusuke.  Yusuke was filled with rage and was about to jump in the ring and kick some ass but Ivy beat him to the punch.  

“Ivy what are you doing?”  Yusuke said.

“Let me handle this jackass Yusuke.”  Ivy said lowly.

“Ain’t that cute…. the little girl wants to fight…”  Bakken mocked.  

“Ooh you're in for it now…” Jin thought.  

“Begin!” Koto said.

Bakken was about to move to attack but Ivy took control of his blood and made it boil. She made it so hot his skin began to bubble.  Steam was coming off his melting skin.  He screamed in agony, begging for mercy.  Ivy increased the temperature of his blood more and more until she was sure he was dead.  

“Ooh that’s my girl…” Jin thought as he made his way to get his ass kicked next, I mean to fight next.  

Koto started the fight and Ivy went to punch Jin.  Something she has been wanting to do again for a while.  But he flew straight up, high in the sky.  Ivy smirked, once Jin got a few miles up Ivy made his blood increasingly heavy by increasing the iron in it.  She made him too heavy to fly, which caused him to plummet to the ground.  He smashed hard into the pavement and Ivy then began to continue to beat the shit out of him. 

“The chair!  Give him the chair!”  Oliva shouted as Ivy took a chair out from under Kuwabara and whacked Jin with it.  

Ivy continued to pummel Jin until…. “You can stop now you know…   you won the fight and we need to move on.” Koto told Ivy from a distance.  

“Oh!  Sorry!”  Ivy said as she stopped her punches and then glared at Jin as if to say “this isn’t over.” 

“What a woman…” Jin muttered as he was dragged off the stage by his teammates.

“The next fight is Ivy Vs Risho!” Koto announced.

A voice then came over the loudspeaker.  “Due to the fact that Ivy continued to beat up her opponent after the ten count was over, the fight, Ivy Vs Jin is considered a tie.”

“What?!”  Ivy exclaimed, clearly very pissed.  “No!  No!  I beat him!  Fuck you guys! Who the fuck is asking to be killed?! Come on out and take your death like a man!”  Ivy raged.  

“Down girl.  I will handle the last one.  Don’t worry.”  Yusuke said, stepping into the ring as Ivy growled and walked off the stage.  Sitting down on the ground, seething with rage.

“Correction, the next fight will be Kuwabara Vs Risho” said the voice on the loudspeaker.

“What the fuck?!  Are you fucking kidding me?!  Why?!  Fuck you guys!  That is totally unfair!  Why are you deciding who fights for us?!  Assholes!”  Yusuke exclaimed.  

“Don’t worry guys!  I got this!” Kuwabara said as he hopped into the ring. 

Risho used earth attacks and also wore different kinds of clay armor.  Kuwabara however used his spirit sword to break it and then whacked Risho with it, sending him into the wall, thus defeating him. 

“Winner of the round, Team Urameshi!”  Koto announced.

The group then began to head back to the hotel to rest, about halfway to the hotel they saw a staggering red headed figure.  

“Oh no…” Ivy mumbled.

“What?”  Kuwabara asked.

“Keep quiet and keep walking.”  Ivy told them as Kuwabara looked around “Keep your head down!”  Ivy commanded.

“Oh isn’t that your boyfriend over there Ivy?!”  Yusuke yelled.

“I’m gonna kill you!”  She exclaimed, she was about to strangle Yusuke but before she could, the red headed demon was at her feet kneeling down reciting poetry.

“Roses are red, violets are blue, you kicked my ass and I love you.”  He said looking at her with puppy eyes.

“You are crazy...”  She said.

“Crazy for you.”  He replied.  

Yusuke herded the group away from Ivy and Jin.  “We will leave you two love birds alone!  Don’t have too much fun!  Wear a condom!”  Yusuke called back to them. 

“Wait don’t leave me!”  Ivy called out but it was too late.  “Bastards…”

“I really admire how strong you are.  You really kicked my ass.”  Jin told her in a serious voice.  

Ivy looked at him for a moment, surprised “um thanks?”  She said, rubbing the back of her head. 

“To tell you the truth, when we first met, I never meant to make you think that I thought women couldn’t fight.  I was just taken back by how beautiful you are, I couldn’t think of the right words to say.”  Jin explained.

Ivy blushed ever so slightly at this confession but hid it before Jin could see.  “Oh well in that case, I suppose I can give you another chance…” she told him.  

Jin grinned a huge grin and embraced Ivy in a huge bear hug.  

“What are you doing?!”  Ivy exclaimed, trying to wiggle free.

“Thank you lass!  You won’t regret this!  I’m gonna make you the happiest lassy there's ever been!”  Jin babbled on.

Ivy hit Jin over the head knocking him to the ground.  “Don’t push your luck!”  Ivy growled.  She then began to walk away but stopped and turned to look at Jin “I will see you later okay?”  She said with a smile.

“That’s my girl…” Jin thought to himself as he watched her depart.

Ivy was on her way back to the hotel when she saw her friends talking to an unfamiliar girl with blue hair and red eyes.  Olivia seemed very taken with her.  

“Hey, who’s this?”  Ivy asked.  

The girl looked at her with big doe eyes as Keiko spoke up “Hi Ivy, this is Yukina.  She is a friend of ours.”  She explained.

“Ah, nice to meet you!”  Ivy chirped, taking notice of how much she looked and smelled like Hiei…  “I wonder if they are related?  I will have to ask the group about that later…”  Ivy thought to herself.

“May I just say, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”  Olivia said, taking Yukina's hand and gently kissing it, while being glared at by Kuwabara and Hiei.  

Yukina blushed.  “Oh um, thank you.  You are also very pretty.”  She said with a shy smile.  

“I think we will get along very well.”  Olivia said with a wink as she released Yukina's hand.  

“Yukina!  I think you are even more beautiful!”  Kuwabara exclaimed.  

“She is not just beautiful in her appearance, it’s her entire essence.”  Olivia stated.  

Yukina blushed as Olivia handed her a purple rose and Kuwabara was dumbfounded, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.  The whole time Olivia could feel Hiei’s intense glare on her, burning a hole through the back of her head.

“Where the hell did you get a rose from?!”  Kuwabara asked, looking at Oliva surprised.

Shizuru punched Kuwabara, knocking him down and stepped on his back rubbing her foot on him.  “Don’t ask such stupid questiond little bro!”

“...I want her to step on me too…” Ivy muttered to herself.

“What? Did you say something Ivy? Botan asked.

“No!  Nothing!”  Ivy said quickly.

Piper quickly went over to Kuwabara after his sister removed her foot from his back.  “Are you okay?”  She asked helping him to his feet.  He looked at her and blushed.  

“Thank you, how lucky of me to be saved by a beautiful lady such as yourself”  He flirted as she giggled.  

The group soon headed back to the hotel to rest up for tomorrow.  

The next day, the team was at the arena ready to fight team Uratogi.  

“So how are we going to decide who goes first?”  Kuwabara asked.

“I have a suggestion…”  Said a fighter from the other team, Shishiwakamaru is his name.  “We will let fate decide who fights using these.”  He said as he pulled out some dice with each of the fighters names on them.  

“Sounds good to me…”  Ivy said, stepping forward, cracking her knuckles.  “Wait where’s Yusuke?” She asked looking from side to side, realizing that their team captain was not with them.

“Don’t worry about it, we don’t need him to beat these jokers.”  Kuwabara said with a smirk.

“We’ll see about that…  Now if you don’t mind, fate is calling.”  Shishiwakamaru said as he rolled the dice.  

The first roll of the dice landed on Hiei and Makintaro.  Makintaro was cocky and underestimated Hiei,  Hiei chopped one of his arms off and he didn't even notice.  Going so far as to make fun of Hiei, who was hiding the severed arm, saying he had an accident when he saw his dripping blood.  Then Hiei pulled his opponent's arm out from behind his back which caused Makintaro to freak out a bit.  Hiei began to walk away but the Makintaro regenerated his arm into an axe and ran and swung it on Hiei, who dodged at an unbelievable speed and moved to stab Makintaro through his skull and kill him.

“The winner is Hiei!”  The new announcer, Juri said into her microphone.     

“Raise your hand if you are super turned on right now…”  Ivy said, raising her hand as Kuwabara tried not to barf.  

Somewhere in the forest near the arena... “What's wrong Jin?”  Touya asked, having noticed the windmasters' sudden stop.  

“I sense a disturbance…”  Jin replied.  

“What do you mean?” Asked rinku.

“I don’t know why… but I suddenly want to kick Hiei’s butt…”  Jin explained.

“Hiei would destroy you…”  Touya grumbled.  

“Shut the fuck up!  I do what I want!”  Jin exclaimed.

“Does that include dying?”  Rinku laughed.

Before Jin could say anything else, “Quit yer yabbin!  Let's just get to the arena!  I'm almost outta booze…”  Chu scolded, muttering the last bit.  

The next fight was Hiei Vs Kuro Momotaro, Kuro used weird little smoke balls that when he breathed in the smoke it gave him different types of special armors.  In the end Hiei killed Kuro using the sword of the darkness flame attack.  

The next fight was Kurama Vs Ura Urashima.  They fought long distance for a bit until Ura surrounded the arena in a trap and used a special item to de age Kurama causing him to revert to Youko Kurama.  In the end Shishiwakamaru was the one to kill Ura by throwing his sword at him to keep him from revealing too much information.  Which meant kurama won the round.  

Sophia saw Youko and let out a wolf whistle “damn he's hot”  She said.

“Fuckin furry...”  Leon muttered.

“You're one to talk, Mr. Lola bunny body pillow!”  Sophia exclaimed.

“One time!”  Leon contoured, embarrassed.  “And don't talk about Lola that way!  You will never understand our love!” 

“The next fight is Shishiwakamaru Vs Kuwabara!”  announced Juri, distracting the two from their bickering. 

This fight went rather quickly as Shishiwakamaru sent Kuwabara away to an unknown location with the cape of no return.  

After that it was Ivy Vs Shishiwakamaru.  “Begin!” Juri said, with a wave of her hand.

Ivy ran at Shishiwakamaru at an unbelievable speed.  She stopped in front of him and kicked him hard with her stiletto shoed foot, stabbing him and then sending him flying into the wall with her pure strength.  He got up though and began to use an attack.

“Chorus of a thousand souls!”  he said as demon souls emerged from his sword and began killing everything. Everything but Ivy.  “What?!  Why?!”  He exclaimed.

“Because I'm not a weakling.  You are going to have to do better if you want to defeat me.  Which by the way won't happen.”  Ivy said as she delivered the final blow, knocking Shishiwakamaru to the ground, rendering him immobile.

“Damn...  I think I might have fallen in love.  Maybe if we had met under different circumstances, we could have had something…”  He said before falling unconscious.

“Well aren't I the lucky lady?”  Ivy said sarcastically, with a roll of her eyes.

“My Ivy senses are tingling…”  Jin said.

“Oh that's right!  Aren't you Ivy's boyfriend?”  Keiko, who had just been rescued by Jin and his friends, asked adorably 

Jin grinned.  “Why yes, yes I am.”  

“Jin are you crazy?  She will kill you if she finds out you said that!”  Touya warned only to be ignored by Jin gushing about Ivy.

   “I sense a disturbance…” said Ivy

“What are you talking about?” Hiei asked with a glare.

“I don’t know why… But I suddenly want to kick Jins butt…”  Ivy muttered

“Who?”  Hiei asked with a confused blink of his eyes.

“I believe he was the windmaster from team Masho, the ninjas.” Kurama explained.  

“Why do you want to kick his butt?  We already beat his team.”  Hiei asked.  

“I have seen them hanging out together quite a lot.”  Kurama added with a smirk.

The announcer, Koto spoke up next.  “What’s this???  Do my ears deceive me???  Do we have a forbidden romance between Ivy of team Urameshi, and Jin who she defeated, of the team Masho?” 

“Did you guys hear that???  Did you guys fucking hear that?!?”  Jin said, shaking Touya after the group walked into the stadium.  

Ivy then walked over to Koto and snatched her microphone and spoke into it.  “No. No we don’t”  she deadpanned.  

Jin fell to his knees in despair as his friends tried to console him  

“It’s okay Jin! Please stop growing mushrooms in other people’s closets…”  Rinku said patting Jin on the back as Jin bawled silently.  

“Oh, ok… Are you sure???”  Koto asked, wiggling her eyebrows.  

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.  I would never date that Irish Mr. Potato Head.” Ivy stated as Jin cried.  

Jin suddenly stood up full of life again.  “She loves me!  I know she does!  She’s Just playing hard to get” Jin said optimistically.

“You keep thinking that pal.”  Touya said as he patted Jin on the shoulder and shook his head.  

“Well!  Now that that’s done!  Let’s move onto the next fight!”  Juri announced with a roll of the dice. It landed on Kuwabara and Onji.

“Well, since Your fighter is not here I guess that means I win!  Unless you wanna pick someone else?”  Onji laughed.  

“Hold it right there!  I’m here, and I’m going to kick your ass old man!”  Kuwabara shouted, marching angrily into the stadium.  

The fight did not last long as Kuwabara was again transported out of the stadium almost immediately.  

“Well, I hope your next fighter is more of a challenge!”  Onji laughed.  The dice was rolled again, this time landing on Onji and Ivy.    “Oh... Now, you will be a challenge…”  Onji muttered to himself.  

“Begin!” Juri exclaimed.

“All right, but first why don’t you take off that disguise hmm?”  Ivy told Onji, who looked rather surprised after she had said this.

Onji smiled “well, all right, I suppose that’s only fair.  After all you are almost as beautiful as myself!” Onji said as he removed his disguise to reveal… his true self… a blond clown? “It is I!  The beautiful Sazuka!”  he exclaimed dramatically as Ivy then punched him hard in the face, knocking him to the ground.

“Are you just going to stand there yapping or are you going to fight me like a man!”

“Hey! That's cheating!” whined Sazuka.  

“This is the dark tournament jackass!  Anything goes!  And besides that!  The fight already... Started!  Ivy said, picking him up as she spoke and then throwing him into the wall, making a Sazuka shaped hole in it.  

Sazuka picked himself up off the ground, angry.  He then ran at Ivy readying a punch which Ivy dodged and then kicked him over top of his head knocking him to the ground once more leaving a large dent in the arena, breaking lots of Sazuka’s bones in the process rendering him unable to move.  

“Winner of the fight!  Ivy!” Juri announced.  

“Well…  you certainly were a challenge…” said Sazuka weakly before passing out. 

Ivy hopped down out of the ring only to be greeted by a familiar Irish Demon.  

“You were amazing my love!”  He exclaimed as he went to hug her as she dodged, causing him to fall on his face.  

“Why are you so obsessed with me???”  Ivy asked in a clearly annoyed tone.  

Jin leaned his head on his hands, laying on his stomach. “Because you are amazing…” He told her, looking up at her with love struck puppy eyes.  

Ivy blushed and looked away, but quickly hid it.  “Ugh!  If I go out with you will you leave me alone?”  Ivy asked, pretending to still be annoyed.  

[langdxn]

salvation part v: doomsday | outpost!michael x witch!reader

SUMMARY: The final confrontation between good and evil comes to its end. Will Michael survive?

WARNINGS: Angst. So. Much. Angst. Deaths, meddling with original timeline, a crying baby and a sneaky Xavier reference.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

A/N: Strap yourselves in guys and dolls, the finale is here! I’ve adored this story since day one and your support has meant the absolute world to me, thank you to every single person who’s read, liked, reblogged and commented over the last few weeks. I may write an epilogue sometime but this is the end... for now.

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

Michael stood frozen to the spot beside the birthing pool, staring intently at the space where his wife stood not seconds before.

His thoughts darted around frantically, trying to piece together what he had just witnessed. Desperately searching his memories for any hints over your years together, anything that could explain how you suddenly knew how to transmute.

She was a witch all along?

He shook his head aimlessly, dismissing his thoughts. He would’ve known, he must’ve known. He could sense every witch in the world, down to their last known location. You never once let on, in fact he never searched you for any suspicious activity because he had unquestionably trusted you ever since you first met. No spells could pass anywhere near him without his express knowledge, that’s just how his powers worked.

But you. You blocked everything. You placed a shield around you, an impenetrable curtain that kept out the Antichrist himself. There was only one explanation for you being able to subvert his powers.

You were more powerful than Michael Langdon. More powerful than the Alpha. More powerful than the Supreme. 

More powerful than Satan.

———

Miriam mewled peacefully in your arms, wiping her closed eyes with her tiny balled fists. Michael would do the same thing each and every morning, particularly if his alarm summoning him to another mundane Cooperative meeting invaded his dreamscape.

You hardly had time to process her arrival, your guiding light in the darkness finally making an appearance after nine exhausting months. Your legs could barely carry you, your body aching in places you didn’t know existed, your head faint and fuzzy as you lost more blood in the last few minutes than you ever had before. 

Your transmutation landed you in another unknown room in the endless corridors of Hawthorne, no indication of how far you’d travelled or even if you’d reappeared in a safe location. You hadn’t exactly had time to practice your spells over the years, there were more pressing matters at hand - the end of the world, for instance.

Spinning around in the room bathed in ominous yellow candlelight, you spotted a cluster of precarious tall pillar candles, a dark armoire in one corner and a plush velvet king-sized bed in another; crisp and tidy as if it hadn’t been slept in. Unleashing a sigh of relief at the seemingly peaceful atmosphere here, a metallic scent scorched the back of your throat. You made your way across the room to search what you assumed was the en-suite bathroom, but your stilettos slipped ungracefully on something wet beneath your feet. Clutching onto Miriam tightly, you regained balance and your gaze shot to your feet.

A gratuitous pool of fresh blood rippled beneath your heels. Perching Miriam on your knee, you crouched to dip a finger in the crimson liquid and your eyes rolled into your skull to initiate a vision.

A blonde woman in extravagant dress entered the chamber, ushering a masked, cloaked figure behind her. The woman dropped to her knees, grappling at the figure’s clothing. The figure removed their black mask to reveal a man’s weary features.

Brock.

“I know all about you, Coco,” he commanded. Tears pricked at your tear ducts as realisation hit - the scene you were reliving was the culmination of Brock’s arrival at the Outpost, what brought him to his death mere moments ago.

“Oh my god, Brock! How the fuck did you get in here? What happened to your face?” The woman scowled, examining his features.

“Radioactive fallout, cancer, cannibal attacks, infections that never heal,” he anxiously revealed.

“Oh honey, there wasn’t a minute in a day I didn’t think about you,” she pleaded with faux innocence. Coco protested weakly, tentatively grabbing his boil-ridden hand.

“I’m so happy,” she lied. “You’re back. You’re alive... you’re so angry.”

Without a blink, Brock sank his knife directly into her forehead, snarling as blood gushed from the wound almost instantly. Coco collapsed on the floor as the blood loss claimed her life, her eyes fixed open as crimson poured down her porcelain face.

“Happy Halloween, bitch,” Brock smirked.

Miriam’s disturbed cries bolted you back into the room, initiated by what sounded like raised voices in the corridors beyond the bedroom. You shushed the baby gently, a familiar, brash voice filling the silence left behind.

“Die again, fuck face!” Coco snapped from outside the bedroom door. Again?

You stepped quietly toward the door, pressing an ear to the wood.

“Normally that’d work,” Michael seethed at her, “but I’m nothing like normal.”

Anguished yelps, obscene squelching sounds of ripping wounds and the snapping of bones indicated Michael had indeed extinguished more threats to his survival.

This is it, you warned yourself. Time to step up. You paced to the bed and wrapped Miriam in its luxurious velour throws, planting a gentle kiss on your daughter’s forehead.

“Mommy will be right back for you baby, I promise. I have to go help daddy and you really won’t want to see this,” you cooed reassuringly, trying your hardest to communicate to a minutes-old baby that crying in this situation could threaten the safety of the world as you knew it. 

Placing a tender kiss on her impossibly small forehead, you burst out of the bedroom and clicked the heavy door shut behind you. A muttered incantation and a waved hand assured you nobody could reach your baby in your absence.

———

You scanned the golden corridors pointing in every direction, desperately hoping for a sign to point you towards your husband.

Catching a glimpse of Michael’s black boots stalking around a corner ahead of you, you paced gently behind him and tucked yourself into a doorway.

“How did you think this would end?” Michael scoffed, standing his ground in a marble doorway. “Prophecy is inevitable.”

“I was always going to win, Miss Supreme.”

“Not on your own,” a female retorted. “You’ve been led by the hand, coddled the entire way. By your father, the warlocks. I look at you and I don’t see a man. I see a sad, scared little boy so pathetic he couldn’t even kill me with a thousand nuclear bombs.”

“But I never expected to,” Michael sighed. “Like a cockroach, I knew you’d survive the nuclear fallout. I wanted you to. And now I’m gonna have the satisfaction of watching you die, knowing you failed.”

“You still don’t get it, do you? Even now. You think there’s only winning and losing, success and failure. But failure is when you’ve lost any semblance of hope. You will get to watch me die, but you won’t find it satisfying.”

A knife Michael clutched tightly suddenly floated away from him towards the Supreme.

“Satan has one son, but my sisters are legion, motherfucker.”

“Yes, I suppose we are, Cordelia,” you chimed.

The clacking of your stilettos shattered the silence between them as you took your place beside your husband, his jaw dropping as you entwined your fingers with his.

“Remember me, Ms Goode? Fourteen years ago, you begged me to come to Robichaux’s with you, hone my powers, discover my gifts, harness my talents... follow your lead.”

You cocked your head sarcastically, stepping forward to shield Michael in case the caped blonde lashed out at him in a last-ditch attempt.

“You knew I had potential even then. Your powers started to fade as soon as you stepped towards my house, you felt your dominance slipping through your fingers as soon as you laid eyes on me. The only reason you haven’t dropped dead already is because I refused to conform; to follow your lead; to shape myself into a perfect Cordelia carbon copy.”

Cordelia searched your face for answers, unable to comprehend a word. She was convinced she had won the battle and the war, as if the end of the world was as straightforward as good against evil. She stared at the dagger in her hand: helpless, powerless, alone.

“Go ahead, try it,” you tempted her. “See if sacrificing yourself will help your golden girl rise up. Don’t be surprised if it doesn’t work though, we both know tempus infinituum requires a potential Supreme to even make a half-assed attempt at it.”

“It would be a shame if the rising Supreme were... oh, I don’t know. Me?”

You raised a flat palm towards Cordelia, waggled your fingers in a facetious wave and a force compelled the Supreme to raise the knife in her hand, pointing to her chest.

“Ple-please, please don’t do this,” she wailed desperately as she stared at her hand moving without her consent, molten tears scorching her cheeks as the tip of the blade edged nearer her heart.

“Your sisters showed no mercy to Brock, Ms Mead, my husband. I don’t do mercy, Cordelia. I am the next Supreme.”

The blade slowly tore its way through her chest, a blood-curdling scream pouring from her ruby lips as she stumbled backwards, her eyes widening as she lost her footing and fell backwards to her death.

The shattering thud of Cordelia’s body hitting the bottom of the spiral staircase behind her commanded a stark silence. You gasped sharply as a bolt of energy burst through your chest, the bronze lights above you flickering wildly as they witnessed a transition of powers.

Michael’s boots clacked their way towards you and his arms snaked around your waist, turning you to face him as he leaned his forehead against yours. As his bloody fingertips gripped your hips reassuringly, an overwhelming relief tinged with amazement washed over his blood-splattered, exhausted face.

“Bitchin’ kill, babe. I call next.”

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