#protective Dark go brrr

[funtimegarbage11]

Chapter 1: The void.

Oc is a minor. Please no shipping. But found family type schtuff. Angst/Comfort.

Warnings: cursing, cold, mentions of death and murder, slight violence?, umm if I missed any let me know. (This is my first time)

The void is an interesting place to visit. It's the most empty and creative universe I’ve ever been to. It's completely dark, and you get to choose what’s in the darkness, whether it be a tennis court or just a swirl of colors. What could be a floor could be stairs. You can lower the floor or make all of it air. I once laid on it and used it as a blanket snuggling under it; it was quite relaxing. Another interesting thing is you can bring visions to life and create melodies simply by thinking about it. You can create stories or scenarios by simply dreaming it exists.

However, the void is a… restricted zone. Very few are allowed to enter. There’s a being, a demon more specifically. He looks like a human man in his 30s except for his pitch-black eyes and the strange fuzzy feeling you get when you’re around him. It's like static on a T.V. Although he may not live there, the void is his domain. He does what he pleases with it. However, just because only a handful of people are allowed to be there, doesn’t mean that there are no unwanted guests. I can always tell when the demon has discovered an intruder. A freezing chill stretches across the zone and the pitch black of the void becomes, darker? It’s a difficult thing to explain to someone who hasn’t been there. I’ve been there long enough to recognize which common trespassers get which degree of cold.

There’s a man who dresses like it’s the 1980s and is always covered head to toe in pink. He gets like a cold wind at the beach. I’ve met him a few times, he's eccentric but quite funny. I'm pretty sure he only comes here to annoy the demon. Whenever he gets kicked you can always hear him shouting something about the lack of color, despite it being a void. The next intruder is this space camp-looking man. He gets an “I opened the freezer and have been standing in front of it too long” cold. He accidentally gets in every blue moon so the shiver is brief. And then there’s the man in a red robe cold. That cold is the bone-chilling “I’ve been sitting in the snow for hours in just my tank top and shorts”. After that man leaves I always have to ask the demon to make it warmer in here just to stop feeling numb. I’ve seen him but it was always from a distance.

I’m a universe hopper and met the demon by accident in the universe he resides in. He lives in a big mansion, it’s quite a nice house. Although initially aggressive, he grew fond of me? I don’t quite know what happened but he showed me the void and said I’m allowed in whenever I want. It’s hard to tell why he allowed me into the void, he’s very stoic so it’s hard to tell what he’s thinking. It’s quite nice being on a demon's good side. It means you are less likely to get into trouble, although… I can’t say the same for the guy in the red robe.

I am sitting here in the void chilling to some music, more specifically Meteor Shower by Cavetown. And then there is this weird noise, like a warping sound, and the void becomes more fluent or liquidy. Less solid mass. I stand up and look around the void, confused. I start walking, my red fuzzy socks sticking to the ground like I was trudging through mud. My plaid pajama pants sway with every step toward the center. The void is a vast place with no end, but at the center of it all, is a dark oakwood desk. I always position myself barely within sight of it, just so I don’t get lost.

I am about 70 ft from the center when I see the sheen of that red silk robe. As if he knew I saw him, the man turned around and made eye contact with me. He smiles devilishly and then I fall. The floor beneath me turns to air and I am falling, in a continuous matter without any sign stop. My oversized t-shirt sticks close to my body as the darkness envelops me more and more.

To be forever falling is strange. It's like there’s no gravity at all while simultaneously gravity is pushing you down like a hydraulic press. This paired with the fact that the void is black with no dimension meant that if I hadn’t maintained upright and known where up is, I’d think I am floating. Then all of a sudden, I’m frozen in mid-air. I’m so cold it feels like my bones are made of ice. I curl up in a ball trying to keep warm, tucking my knees into my shirt the soft fabric hitting my skin. My teeth chatter and I rub my hands together. I feel my body be pulled up slowly and carefully. Soon enough I can see the outline of the demon in his wine-colored sweater and black jeans in the distance. I uncurl myself slowly to be ready to stand. I can’t see the rich man who caused my fall in the first place but I’m sure he’s around. I’m nearly to the demon's signature black leather oxford shoes when I see the man restrained by the abyss from his extremities about 10 ft from the demon.

I’m finally level with my friend about 2 ft away from him and my feet hit the ground, the void now fully solid below me. Since I’ve been falling for about 20 minutes my legs aren’t used to carrying my weight and I immediately stumble forward. The demon takes a step and catches me by my sides and pulls me toward him. He gets down on one knee so he can make eye contact with me. Considering I’m 5 ft and he’s 6’7 it’s expected. He puts his hands firmly on my shoulders to keep me upright and with a trained eye, you can tell he is observing my body for injuries.

“You okay? Are you injured?” he asks, concerned.

“Mostly. I’m a little shaken up and absolutely freezing but other than that I’m good.” I respond.

He gives me a nod and stands fully upright, towering over me. He drops his hand on my left shoulder and pushes me to his right side, a little ways behind him, his right hand coming around my back and resting on my arm. His sweater is warm and soft beneath my skin and I unconsciously rest my cheek on him, aching for relief from the bitter cold he creates.

The man's body who has been floating by his midnight chains for a little while now is brought down, limbs still partially swallowed by darkness, and is now at eye level with the demon.

“What are you doing here, I warned you never to come here.”

“Well, I was hoping to pop in and use the void for my own devices, considering it was originally my discovery but apparently that’s not possible.”

“It stopped becoming yours when you killed me and took my body, leaving the void for me.”

“But you won’t even let an old friend use it? Instead, you let this child use it without a babysitter? And I thought you were smarter than this being mayor and all.”

“You’re a mayor? I didn’t know that.” I ask surprised.

“Used to be mayor. I lost my title when I lost my life. Not the point. Mark, you need to get out of here before you lose the life you stole. And LEAVE THEM ALONE. They’re more trustworthy and responsible than you ever were.”

“HOW THEY’RE ONLY 17? WE’VE BEEN THE BEST OF FRIENDS SINCE CHILDHOOD!”

“AND YOU BROKE THAT TRUST. GET OUT OF HERE AND NEVER RETURN!”

“Spoilsport.” The man I now know as Mark mumbled. A bright blue light flashes and he is gone.

“You good, friend of mine? I know that for a place I told you was peaceful, this must have been scary.”

“Yeah, it was. I honestly didn’t know how to get out of the situation. Also, could you make it warmer in here? It feels like a level 5 blizzard in here and not the type you get at Dairy Queen.”

“Apologies. He is my arch-enemy and he threatened my friend in my domain of all places.”

“Arch-enemy? Do people even have arch-enemies?”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not a person any longer.”

That gives you both a good and needed laugh. The atmosphere has warmed now that he is gone and the situation has dissipated. I sit on the black of the void, initially hesitant considering the last time I trusted it to carry my weight it betrayed me. After being comfortably seated the demon does the same resting his hands on his lap.

“How’d you know I was in trouble anyway?”

“The void is more of an entity than an object. I knew you were relaxing here so when the ‘void vibes’ as you like to call it,” he says rolling his eyes and raising his hands in air quotes.

“were tense I knew something was wrong. And then I saw you in the distance, stopped your falling, and restrained the only person a tad bit too close to the crime scene. And you know the rest from there.”

“Well, it’s good to know that I’m not crazy about the void having its own emotional atmosphere.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. You know now that I think about it, I don’t know your name. I’ve just been referring to you as my tiny friend or the small adventurer. I don’t think in the one and a half years we’ve known each other we have ever properly introduced ourselves.”

I ponder about it for a moment. When we first met I had hopped into his office, coming from escaping a near-death experience, and he proceeded to threaten me before I had asked if he was a demon and how demons work in this universe. That was the first conversation and since then I’ve just been calling him “the demon.”

“You’re right. When referring to you I’ve just been calling you ‘the demon’ or to my other verse-hopping friends, ‘the void demon.’ We’ve never told each other our proper names. So what’s your name, demon?”

He thinks for a moment as if he is deciding what to say. It’s quite possible he has two names now that I’m thinking about it. It’s likely that he had his name in life changed to a different name in death. I hear a weary sigh across from me, which breaks me away from my thoughts and I turn my full attention to him.

“My name is… Damion.”

“I quite like that name,” I say softly. “I think it suits you. Plus it’s not too far off from demon so it should be easy to remember.”

The-- Damion chuckles a little. He turns to me with what I can imagine is the closest thing to a look of kindness in his eyes.

“And yours?”

I take a deep breath and smile.

“Aspen. My name’s Aspen.”

[cptnhngjng]

my starlight

“you are so beautiful,” he uttered quietly, looking at you as if you were his whole entire universe.

-soft!seonghwa x virgin f!reader -2k words -soft smut, mdni, 18+ only -c/w: fingering, oral (f receiving), protected sex, soft boyfriend seonghwa, inexperienced virgin reader, seonghwa uses pet names a lot (my love, darling, baby/good girl, my starlight), praise lots of praise (praise kink go brrr)

not proofread, may be typos and mistakes 🫶🏻

this was a typical date for you and seonghwa—you’d visit him at the dorm and you two would hang out in his room, either building a lego set together, playing animal crossing, or watching a movie. tonight the two of you were working on a new lego set that seonghwa had bought when he was away for tour. he had you sitting on his lap, his chin resting on your shoulder, as he watched you sort out the small lego pieces. it was the first time that you had gotten to see seonghwa in well over a month.

his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, rubbing his fingers up and down your tummy. he missed being able to just hold you close to him, missed your soft skin, and your sweet scent. you hummed quietly as you felt seonghwa place a kiss against your exposed shoulder, your loose tank top leaving very little to the imagination. as you continued to go through the small colorful blocks in front of you, you could feel seonghwa’s fingers moving lower. he started to rub circles on your bare thighs.

seonghwa continued to kiss your shoulder, slowly moving up your neck until he reached your ear. he nipped at your lobe before whispering, “i’ve missed you so much, my love.” his hands were still on your thighs, massaging them softly.

“i’ve missed you, too, hwa,” you say back to him, while you pick up a green lego brick.

seonghwa’s hands are slowly moving their way up your thighs, closer and closer to your core. you nervously shuffle in his lap, which causes you to accidentally grind against seonghwa’s crotch. he lets out a low groan, and leans his head against your shoulder.

“y/n, please,” seonghwa breathes out. now it’s seonghwa who is shifting around underneath you. as he moves around, you can feel his erection forming against your backside. he starts to kiss along your neck and shoulder again. “i need you so bad, love.”

you and seonghwa have never gone any further than steamy make out sessions with some slight dry humping. every time things would start to go past that, you would stop him, nervous to go any further. it wasn’t because you didn’t want to. god, no, you wanted him more than anything else in this world. but at the same time, you were beyond scared to be so open and vulnerable with him. you had never been intimate with anyone before.

“seonghwa,” you start, turning slightly to look at him. the way he was looking you, his eyes dark and pupils blown— you shuddered, he looked possessed, full of desire.

seonghwa moves you from his lap and kisses you harshly, his soft plump lips devouring yours. you kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. he pulls you close to his body, holding your hips tightly, as if he would lose you if he let go. with a few clumsy steps, the two of you fall back into his bed. your head on his pillow while seonghwa leaned above you, wavy hair falling into his face.

he leaned down to give you quick kisses all over your face. your forehead. your eyelids. your nose. your cheeks. finally reaching your lips. you run your fingers through his long, dark strands, lightly scratching his scalp with your nails. he gasps against your lips, feeling a shudder run down his body like an electrical current.

“y/n,” he whispers as he moves towards your neck to suck on the soft, sensitive skin. his long fingers find their way under your top, lightly caressing your soft stomach. “please let me make you feel good. i want to show you how much i love you. how much i need you.”

goosebumps flood your skin. you push seonghwa back away from you, allowing yourself to sit up, leaning back against the headboard. “hwa, you know i’ve nev—“ you start to say but get cut off by seonghwa kissing you softly, his palm cradling your cheek.

“i know, my love, i know.” he nuzzles his nose into your neck, inhaling your scent, becoming intoxicated. “i won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

you grab his hand and entangle your fingers together. he brings your hand to his lips and presses light kisses to your knuckles. “tell me to stop, and i will.” he stares right into your eyes.

“show me. teach me, seonghwa. make me yours.” your voice was quiet, but you were sure of this. you wanted seonghwa more than anything. you ached for him.

seonghwa nodded before going back to your lips and kissing you deeply, as if you were his oxygen. you leaned back onto the soft mattress, while seonghwa moved from your lips to your jawline, sprinkling your smooth skin with kisses. he makes his way down your neck to your shoulder, before stopping and marking eye contact with you. “i’m going to take your shirt off now, love.”

as he slid the loose fabric up over your torso, you lifted your arms to help him remove the tank top. your breasts were still contained by the simple, white bra you wore. nothing fancy or sexy, which made you embarrassed. you were not prepared to expose yourself to seonghwa. he worked his fingers behind you to undo your bra. the plain garment slid off, allowing your chest to be free. you crossed your arms in attempt to hide yourself.

seonghwa gently held your arms and moved them away from your chest. “you are so beautiful,” he uttered quietly, looking at you as if you were his whole entire universe.

he moves closer to you, fingers brushing softly against your nipples. his lips attach to your right nipple, sucking tenderly, while he pinches your left between his fingers. the feeling was electrifying. a gasp escaped from you as your hands made way to his hair, gripping it tightly. he hummed against your chest satisfyingly, sending vibrations through your body.

he breaks away from your nipple before making his way to the valley between your tits. he places a quick kiss before moving down your stomach, stopping right at the waistband of your shorts. he looks up at you, his eyes dark, full of lust, wanting your consent to continue. you give him a quick nod, and he smiles softly.

before you know it, seonghwa had pulled your shorts down, along with your panties, leaving you to be completely exposed. your thighs squeezed together subconsciously, wanting to hide from his hungry gaze. seonghwa leans back up towards you and kisses you softly. “let me take care of you, darling.”

you sigh into the kiss, “please.” seonghwa’s hands start caressing your thighs, slowly pulling them apart, gaining access to your cunt. he breaks the kiss and moves back down your body. soft kisses were placed on the plush skin of your thighs, making way up to your hot core.

slender fingers find their way to your slick folds. a shiver makes way through your body, as you feel him prod at your entrance. “tell me if you need me to stop,” seonghwa says before plunging two fingers into your waiting cunt. a quiet moan emits from you, causing you to be embarrassed. you felt your cheeks heating up and you try to close your thighs. but seonghwa’s hands were strong and kept them spread.

he leans into your pussy, placing a kiss on your mound before find way to your clit. his tongue rolls against the sensitive bud before sucking lightly on it, causing you to curl your toes. fingers pump into your wet hole, while he lapped up your sweet juices. the feeling was too much for you and desperate whines escape.

“ahh, seonghwa,” you moan out, hand reaching out to his hair, gripping hard while you press his face closer into your cunt. you could feel him smirk again your folds.

“good girl,” seonghwa laughed lightly, before pulling away. “feels good, doesn’t it? your pussy is so pretty and sweet tasting, i’m obsessed.”

a few more pumps from his fingers and you could feel yourself going over the edge. your thighs squeezed around seonghwa as you hit your climax, body shaking and your heart rate increasing. you fall back into the pillows, trying to catch your breath.

“my sweet girl, you are doing so good,” seonghwa whispers as he sat up, watching your chest rise and fall. “do you want to keep going?” he didn’t want to push you too far. this was all new to you and he wanted you as comfortable as possible. your eyes found way to his, and you nodded meekly, still coming down from your high.

“okay, baby girl,” he says with a slight smirk. “i got you.”

you sit up and kiss him, struggling to find words but wanting to show him how much you needed him. he was very much overdressed, still wearing all of his clothing. you tugged on the hem of his tshirt, hoping that seonghwa understands what you are trying to communicate. he chuckled softly, pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the side.

he kissed you again and you ran your hands down his toned abdomen, feeling the hard muscles under his warm skin. his honey skin. you reached the button of his jeans and you fumbled to undo it, fingers shaky with anticipation. seonghwa help you out, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers, before completely taking them off. he stood in front of you completely naked now. his cock was hard and already leaking with precum. you reached out towards him, wanting to touch him.

“go ahead,” he said, watching as your finally wrap your small hand around him. “i’ll lead you, my love.”

he lets out a low moan as you slowly start to pump your hand up and down his shaft. “there you go, keep going,” he encourages you. seonghwa places his larger hand on yours and guided your movements, setting the right pace. a few more moans escape as you continue to stroke his cock with his help.

he stopped you before he got too close to cumming. his eyes were hooded and lust filled. he needed to be inside of you now. he kissed you hard and with much need, laying you back down on the bed.

“i need you so bad,” seonghwa said, desperation filling his voice. “i need to feel you on my cock so bad.”

you finally find our voice. “seonghwa, fuck me, please,” you beg of him.

he clenches his jaw, nodding. he leaned over towards the drawer next to his bed and fishes out a condom. the wrapper is torn off in a hurry and the rubber is rolled onto his waiting cock. your knees are bent and they fall to the side as seonghwa lines his dick up with your entrance. he slowly pushes in, watching your face as you try to adjust to him. he rubs soothing circles on your hip and discomfort soon becomes pleasure.

he starts to thrust slowly, making sure to hit every inch of you. he wraps your legs around his waist as he goes deeper. moans from the both of you are filling the room. you could feel the pressure filling up in your stomach, you were close to your second orgasm.

“hwa, please,” you whine out, “touch me!”

seonghwa smirked and brought his fingers to your clit and started rubbing harshly, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. your walls squeezed tightly around his cock as you finally came again. seonghwa grunted as his climax hit, filling up the condom with his cum. he pulls out and falls next to you on the bed.

the two of you were breathing heavily. your eyes were closed as you tried to come down from your high. meanwhile, seonghwa was watching you, admiring the flush that covered your chest and cheeks. he brushed your hair out of your face and placed a gentle kiss on your nose.

“you did so well, y/n,” he whispered to you. “i love you so much, my starlight.”

[lemonvic]

Wow! ^^ How gorgeous the Baker looks in these beautiful clothes! Is it possible the relationship between the Dark Enchantress and the Baker y/n? Even the leader of darkness needs gentle attention and care! 😊

Tabak... You are one of my client now, ahem ANYWAYS.. I have drop something for you..

BAM! Here you go, the interaction between Y/N Cookie (The Baker) and Dark Enchantress Cookie! :D

And i have to admit, Dark Enchantress Cookie will be gentle cookie when Y/N is around (even tho she is a known for a darkness cookie) but sometimes she also has a feeling of suspicious towards Y/N.. It's like a mix feeling between tension and the feelings of platonic towards them, you see Dark Enchantress Cookie has a beef with Witch so that's why there is bit of a complex feeling in her.. But she knew there is something bad happend to her in the future.. If she ever tries to make a madness again while Y/N is around. (and what should she do with them, if she finally found out that Y/N is actually a witch..?)

- btw, thick eyebrows of Dark Enchantress go brrr -

BUT YEA! She will indeed going to protect them in all cost and maybe she try her best to not make any chaos again... For now.

That's all for today! Now im actually kinda surprise that my inbox began to have a request from others too, Thank you! And don't worry I will going to post it maybe need some time like 2/3 days!

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Blizzard

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Dark Donna

Word count: 4,808

Summary: You shouldn't have walked in the middle of a blizzard

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open, I'm waiting for yours!!! I love you all!!!

“Uh, oh...” You whispered as a cold current ran through your body. You knew it wasn't the best day for hiking, but you couldn't miss the opportunity that this snowy landscape offered you. You had already been to many places, but none like that strange village. The mystery that seemed to surround those villagers... As sullen and mysterious as the snowy landscape that surrounded them.

It was a perfect place to walk through the snow, if it weren't for the fact that a blizzard seemed to be coming.

“I should have listened to that old woman...” You sighed when the snow began to hurt your eyes. “Well, it would be better to turn around and go back to the… Oh, shit…”

You turned around, being completely sure that you had followed that path, the one that led directly to a beautiful waterfall that was dying to be captured by your camera.

You didn't want to admit it. No matter how hard you looked at the trees, you couldn't tell if you had passed by them or not.

The blizzard raged mercilessly, the wind buffeting your body as you made your way through the snow. And yes, it could be worse. It seemed there was no better time for your little adventure than a few hours before nightfall. Your determination to photograph a beautiful sunset in the mountains was going to be your downfall.

“Okay… Okay… (Y/N), you screwed it up,” you said while trying in vain to make a call on your cell phone. Useless. You had been without signal since you arrived in the village. You didn't know why you thought it would be different in the middle of that frozen wasteland.

The light was becoming less intense and your steps were increasingly erratic. You could be walking in circles and not even realize it.

The snow cut your face like blades. You didn't want to despair, it wasn't the first time you got lost, but certainly, you started to give up.

“Come on, come on...” You said to yourself, continuing to walk awkwardly. Noises similar to the howls of a wolf made you not want to stop. “No… I don’t… Want…To be… Your food…”

You walked a few more steps until the ground gave way under your feet. It was your end.

You slid down some rocks, hitting yourself several times in the process until the fluffy snow cushioned your fall.

“Oh...” You gasped, checking that you hadn't broken anything. “Shit, shit, shit…”

The darkness limited your field of vision, but you could hear the water from that waterfall. You clumsily stood up, brushing the snow off your clothes, preventing your body from freezing early.

“Well, that was close,” you murmured when you realized you were near to a cliff. When you looked up, you could make out something in the middle of that landscape.

It looked like a house, or rather, a mansion, you couldn't tell, the night was darkening. The snow continued to cut your face mercilessly and, although you couldn't see where you were, you thought that that building was your best option.

“Wow... Who lives here? It's impressive,” you sighed when you were close enough for the snow to stop being a hindrance to your vision. “Hello?” You asked out loud, opening the metal fence that delimited the property.

Nothing, the sound of the wind was the only thing that predominated in that place. It would be better to get a little closer.

“Brrr” You shook your body when the small roof protected you from the cold. It looked like an old, abandoned house, but you had no choice but to knock on the door. “Hello?! Anyone there?! Hello!?”

You called out quite loudly and yelled loud enough so that the wind didn't drown out your voice.

“Maybe there's no one here...” You said trembling, with your body freezing little by little.

Behind a window you could see a halo of light, similar to what fire makes when it reflects on glass. You were not alone. Someone lived in that house.

“Hey! Hey! Hello!? Please!” You shouted, hitting the door even harder. “I'm lost and I think, I think I'm going to freeze to death! Hello?!”

Nothing

You were about to give up, looking around for alternative shelter when an ominous creak reached your ears.

One of the old doors opened little by little, letting out the dim light from a candle. The person holding it made you gulp.

It looked like a woman, dressed entirely in black. The light of the candle danced on her face, or rather, on the black veil that covered it. But there was no time to study that woman. You were about to turn into an icicle.

“He, hello...” You stammered, noticing that woman's gaze on you. “Sorry to bothering but… I, I got lost in the mountains. I fell down a small ravine and… Well, the blizzard caught me and…”

For some reason, that almost ghostly presence gave you a certain feeling of discomfort.

“Ahem,” you cleared your throat. The mysterious woman said nothing. You started to get a bit nervous. “I… I, I was wondering if…”

“Who are you? Stupid stranger!” A shrill voice made you take a step back. It had not come from the woman with the veil, but rather came from a strange and disturbing doll that she woman was holding with her other hand.

“What?” You asked confused. Maybe you were already freezing and starting to get delirious. “Please, please, let me take shelter from the storm, I... I think, I think I'm going to freeze.”

Doll and woman looked at each other in a disturbing scene. It was very strange, but you weren't ready to choose another option. The night was already closed and that was your only ticket to not freeze to death.

Luckily, after a few seconds of strange tension, the lady in black moved away from the door, giving a slight nod for you to enter.

“Oh, thank you, thank you very much,” you said, clasping your hands and quickly fleeing the cold.

The house was gloomy, dark, barely illuminated by a couple of candles on a table. It was a majestic house, which surely belonged to a majestic woman. When you finished studying your surroundings, you looked at the lady, who closed the door with a bang that disturbed the strange tranquility of that place.

“Oh, is that a ventriloquist doll?” You asked curiously, looking at that strange puppet. The lady didn't seem to want to move, you could only see that she was breathing like any mortal. That was a good sign, you supposed.

“My name is Angie, you stupid meddler,” the doll protested, making a fuss over her owner. You laughed, thinking this was some kind of joke from that strange woman.

“Hey, you're very good...” You said amused, cautiously approaching the doll. “Hello, Angie, I'm (Y/N)” you said in a childish voice, shaking the puppet's hand, a hand that it immediately moved away.

“But what are you doing, stupid?” The doll protested, making its owner to look at it.

Well, at least you weren't freezing to death, and that you weren't going to get bored.

“I... I appreciate you letting me in, um... Can you tell me your name?” You asked after a few more moments of tense silence.

There was no response, the lady simply walked past you while that puppet turned its head to keep looking at you.

“Donna,” a hoarse voice murmured, this time, coming from the mourning lady. You sighed in relief knowing that you weren't going to have to communicate with that doll.

“Donna, oh, okay, what, it’s a pretty name,” you said nervously, following closely the lady, who opened the door into the house, towards a living room that had a lit fireplace.

“Oh, fire...” You said, eager for any source of heat, approaching that fireplace and extending your arms towards it, letting the heat soothe your almost blue hands. “Wow, I thought my hands were going to freeze.”

“I don't like her, Donna...” You heard the doll whisper, or, well, you thought it was the doll. You couldn't help but frown.

“Leave her be, Angie. She seems harmless,” the lady murmured, leaving the doll on an armchair.

What kind of woman was that? Did she talk to herself? Would it have been better to freeze?

“Excuse me, did you say something?” You asked confused.

 That woman, Donna turned to you and shook her head, leaving the candle along with others on a table.

“Okay... I, I'll leave right away, as soon as the storm stops,” you said, starting to feel too trapped in those rickety walls. Donna nodded.

“I don't think it’s going to stop soon,” she whispered, approaching the fireplace and removing a pot of boiling water from it.

“I won't be a bother, I promise,” you said, stopping shivering from the cold and enjoying the pleasant warmth of the fire.

“Of course you won’t be!” A shrill voice, coming from the armchair where the doll rested shouted. It couldn't have been Angie, no way.

“Angie...” The lady sighed, approaching the chair. “Behave”.

You swallowed again, not knowing if the heat of the fire was enough to make you want to stay.

“Excuse her, she doesn't like strangers,” the woman told you in a soft but hoarse tone, as if she wasn't used to talking to anyone. Living in a place like this, it didn't seem strange to you. “Sit down.”

You obeyed without saying anything, going towards the chair she had indicated and exploring that house with your eyes.

“Oh, thank you,” you said, taking off your backpack.

“Tea?” She offered you, with a voice that betrayed a certain nervousness. Although she seemed kind, something gave you a bad feeling.

“Oh, of course, if it's hot...” You said, hiding the fear you started to feel.

“Of course it's hot,” she responded sharply, making you shift in your chair. “Tea has to be hot.”

“Yes, yes, of course...” You murmured, bowing your head in an apologetic gesture, gratefully taking the cup she offered you.

The lady in black sat in front of you, watching you. You didn't know what she was looking for in your gaze exactly, but the feeling of not being able to see her face was starting to make you uncomfortable.

“I... Well...” You said nervous because of the silence, because of the sound of the wind being the protagonist in that dark room. “Your house is impressive, Donna.”

“Thank you,” she responded, nodding pleased at the compliment.

“It must be quite calm. To live here, I mean,” you commented curiously, bringing up the most absurd topic of conversation you could think of.

“I like the tranquility,” Donna stated, drinking from her cup, slightly moving the veil away from her face. You had to make a superhuman effort not to look.

“I see... It's, it's all quite dark.”

“There is no electric power. The storm broke it” the woman explained, to which you nodded. Thank goodness, you thought you had entered the tunnel of horror.

“Oh, wow,” you said, feigning empathy. You couldn't help but feel very curious about this woman, but also a bit afraid of her.

“I'm sure you're hungry. I can't offer you anything to eat. The elevator that goes to the kitchen doesn't work,” she said passively, as if your presence was not pleasant for her, but nevertheless, trying to sound… Kind.

“Do you have an elevator in your house? Wow, what a luxury,” you said amused, in a pathetic attempt at joking.

“My parents built it like that,” Donna explained, getting nervous for some reason you didn't know.

“Oh, sure... Where are they?” You asked with good intentions.

“They're dead,” Donna said, slamming the cup on the table hard, making you panic.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... Oh, well,” you said embarrassed. You couldn't have a worse day. “I better keep quiet.”

“Yeah, shut up!” Angie screamed.

When you looked at the couch, the doll was still as limp as it seemed.

“Angie...” Donna whispered, with a severe, reprimanding tone. Time to change the subject. You didn't want to think that the doll had spoken for itself.

“I have energetic bars in my backpack. They're not a big deal, but at least it's something... Do you want one?” You asked, using your well-known people skills, that ability of yours to talk to anyone, no matter how strange.

“Energetic what?” She asked, curious.

You took two out of your backpack and offered her one, which she examined carefully.

“Yes, well... It's like eating newspaper but on the label it says that they are apple flavour...”  You said amused, devouring yours.

She hesitated, but she tried out of curiosity.

“The one who made this has not tasted an apple in his life,” the lady said disgusted, but with a funny tone. “But thank you… (Y/N)?”

“Oh yeah, (Y/N), that’s my name,” you said, covering your filled mouth with your hand. “And don't thank me, thank you for let me in.”

“Normally I would let you freeze to death, but I was in a good mood today,” she said passively. You laughed, thinking it was a joke, although it definitely didn't sound like one. You didn't want to ask if it was a joke either, you were a bit scared.

“Well...” You murmured, after a few minutes of horrible silence. “How's that storm going?” You asked, looking towards one of the windows. You wanted to think that you could get out of there, that the blizzard had subsided, but it wasn't true.

“You can stay the night if you want,” Donna offered, getting up from her chair.

“No, it's not necessary,” you said, perhaps too hastily. “I don't want to abuse your kindness.”

“Well, if you prefer to freeze to death...” She said with a low, almost threatening tone.

You looked at the window again. The blizzard seemed unbeatable, tireless. That house, that woman. It was all disturbing, but it was better than freezing to death.

“I... I... It's okay,” you said, sighing defeated. “The truth is that I’m tired.”

“Follow me,” she said dryly, picking up the candle from the table again.

You obeyed, putting the backpack on your shoulder.

Walking slowly, you reached the hall again and began to climb the stairs, trying not to lose the light of the candle that Donna was carrying.

As you went up, a portrait of a woman caught your attention. She was beautiful, so beautiful. So much for an irreverent and shameless girl like you.

“Wow, she is... Don't tell me that you’re that beautiful woman,”  you said jokingly, but at the same time, seriously.

Donna paused, slowly turning her head to look at you. She didn't respond, she continued walking.

You better shut up, (Y/N)

“Here. You can stay here,” she said dryly, as if she were annoyed by something. Had that comment offended her? She must have been flattered by your compliment.

“Thank you, Donna,” you sighed, leaving the backpack on the bed in that small room.

“Good night,” she said, lighting a candle with hers and disappearing like a ghost.

“Good...” You said, before the door closed with a loud bang. “…Night…”

You sighed and shrugged, digging through your backpack, locating your diary. Just a few things that worth writing in that small notebook happened in your adventures but this was one of them.

“Who are you?” You asked the quick sketch you made of the lady and her doll. “The truth is that I am curious…”

Even though your journey through the mountains had left you completely exhausted, you couldn't sleep a wink. The sound of the storm shook the window panes and the surrounding trees cast dark shadows on the wall.

“There were no houses in the village... I had to find the one with the cursed doll,” you huffed, covering yourself with the sheets and squeezing your eyes tightly.

You immediately regretted eating that stupid energetic bar. Your mouth was crying out for some water. You couldn't sleep with that infernal thirst. You had two options: let your throat go dry, or get up.

“Okay... Tunnel of horror, here I come,” you whispered, making the most rational decision.

You took the small candle that Donna lit and opened the door as discreetly as possible. It was in vain, as an ominous creak gave you away.

“Water... Water...” You murmured, illuminating the dark hallway.

Luckily, there was a bathroom right in front of the room.

“That's better,” you said satisfied, having quenched your thirst.

The most logical and normal thing would have been to return to your room, but of course, you were not a normal person, much a less logical one.

Curious, you looked over the railing, hoping, you didn't know what, to see something. The small glow of the fireplace could be distinguished in the distance. Slowly, you approached the stairs.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Slowly, extinguishing the candle, you went down a couple of steps, stopping at that portrait.

“Surely if I had you in front of me right now I would already be trying to flirt with you...” You whispered seductively. “And if that doll wasn't there...” You said later, making a disgusted face at the puppet.

Without taking your eyes off the portrait, you continued down until you reached the hall again. There, you walked slowly to the door, peeking out.

Curiosity killed the... Yes, shut up now, brain

Nothing, there were no signs of life in the room. That doll wasn't even there. Well, you had free rein to explore, or so you thought.

As soon as you entered the room, you froze in place.

The fire illuminated a figure curled up on a sofa. Donna, without a doubt.

She seemed asleep and next to her, that inert puppet.

Stay away. That's what the rational side of your mind told you. Did it have to be repeated that you were not rational?

You took one step, then another, until you were close enough.

“Oh, my God,” you sighed, putting your hand over your mouth to avoid being discovered. The black veil had disappeared. That woman's face was beautiful, but a huge scar covered part of it. She was the lady in the portrait and that's why she covered herself.

That didn't make her seem any less beautiful to you. What now? Are you going to flirt with her?

The woman was sleeping peacefully with a book in her hand. You had no intention of bothering her, nor of continuing to explore. Running back to the bed to draw her beauty was your priority.

“Donna, Donna! The stranger, the stranger!” The doll screeched, causing you to fall to the ground in fright. There was no longer any doubt. The doll had a life of its own.

Of course, the lady woke up scared, looking for the source of the scandal.

“What are you doing?” Donna asked when she noticed your presence. Her single eye hardened, glowing with rage.

“No, nothing...” You said, retreating, crawling on the floor.

“She's mean, Donna! She was spying on you!” Angie accused you, which made you shake even more.

“What? I don't... why is it alive?” You stammered, overwhelmed by all those sudden emotions.

“I shouldn't have let you in,” the woman hissed, walking towards you, with the most dangerous look you've ever seen, with that beauty overshadowed by rage.

“Wait, wait...” You said, crawling on the floor.  “I didn't mean to bother you, What is this doll?”

“Shut up,” the woman said, clenching her fists on either side of her hips.

“Sorry, sorry... Don't kill me,” you begged pathetically, covering your face with your hands. “It wasn't my intention. Besides, I don't know why you even cover yourself. You are beautiful.”

You were telling the truth, but it clearly sounded like a shabby attempt to get that woman to take pity on you.

“Don't think you're going to get away by lying to me, (Y/N)...” Donna threatened, getting closer and closer to you.

“Wa, wait, wait. I'm not lying, really. You are, you are beautiful. I mean... If you didn't want to kill me I would be trying to flirt with you,” you said nervously, trying to stand up.

She stopped, looking at you with a frown.

“Are you serious?” She asked confused, blinking several times.

“Yes, yes... You're really hot, Donna,” you said, squeezing your eyes, waiting for your end.

“You're very vulgar,” she sighed, extending a hand toward you.

Had it worked? Had telling the truth done any good?

“Oh...” You sighed, taking her hand and standing up. “I… I, I'm sorry.”

“Don't you know that it is rude to spy on others?” She told you with a calmer tone.

“I guess I'm curious, that's all,” you said, relaxing your breathing. Her gaze explored your body up and down.

She nodded, looking at you in a different way, with the shadow of a smile decorating her face.

“Hey, about the doll...” You said whispering, looking out of the corner of your eye at the puppet, which, to your surprise, stood up on its own.

“Do you really think I'm beautiful?” Donna asked, with a childish smile on her face, as if you had said something strange.

“Yes,” you said, nodding, turning red with embarrassment. You couldn't deny that you were attracted to her, even if she seemed dangerous.

“You are also very beautiful, (Y/N)” she whispered, approaching, nervously playing with her hands.

“Give each other a kiss and shut up now” the doll mocked, making you look away at it.

“Oh, the doll did it again... Why is it moving?” You asked nervously, disturbed by what you were seeing. You couldn't be dreaming. Your heart was beating very fast.

“Would you like to kiss me?” Donna asked, making you almost break your neck as you looked at her, eyes wide.

“I... Um, what?” You asked confused, with a knot in your stomach, with your subconscious screaming at you to do it.

“I would like to kiss you…”

What was wrong with that woman? She wanted to kill you just a minute ago.

You were an adventurous girl and you boasted about the girls you met during your travels. Donna was the strangest of them all, but also the most beautiful.

“Well, why not?” You said, shrugging, letting yourself be carried away by her figure, by her beauty in the light of the fireplace.

You approached slowly, until you placed your lips on hers. She sighed contentedly, unable to hide a smile as she kissed you slowly, bringing her hands to your waist.

It wasn't a long kiss, but it was an intense one, one that made you forget for a moment where you were and the strange things you had experienced.

“Surely you have met many girls on your travels...” She murmured, kissing you slowly again, exploring your lips with curiosity. You were confused, but you couldn't deny that you were enjoying it.

 It wasn't how you intended to end the night.

“Yes, but...None like you...” you whispered, laughing at that situation. You weren't planning on having an affair with a woman who lived with a living doll. You began to be grateful for being lost in the blizzard.

“You can be sure of that, (Y/N)” she said amused, but with a dark tone, without stopping kissing you, caressing your body, raising the temperature of that house. “My bedroom is downstairs... But the elevator doesn't work,” Donna said, biting her lip. “Do you think that small bed of yours...?”

You, eager to get to know this woman more deeply, nodded. Your unbridled lust had made you forget everything that had happened. Someday it will take its toll on you. Maybe before you ç thought.

“The small bed will do,” you murmured, biting her earlobe. Her lavender scent was intoxicating, as were the sounds she made when you kissed her neck.

Donna pulled away from you, taking your hand eagerly, with desire, dragging you towards the stairs.

It was a night... Too good. That woman was eager, almost insatiable. You couldn't tell how long you were in that bed, naked, giving up to your passion. You moaned, she moaned. What seemed like a terrifying night turned into a series of moans, kisses, caresses… It became something unexpected and electrifying, something you didn't want to forget.

You opened your eyes as the morning light came through your window. Your whole body hurt. Because of the blizzard, and because of the night you had spent with that woman. Woman who, by the way, was not sleeping next to you, was no longer hugging you like the night before.

“Mmm, the doll lady...” You moaned, letting yourself fall on the mattress, confirming that you didn't dream of making love to her. The whole bed smelled like lavender. “Well, it seems that there is no longer a storm.”

You dressed quickly, shivering from the cold, but with your body still warm from passion.

“Good morning,” you said humming, peeking out the door that led to the living room. There she was, in her black dress, with her face uncovered, preparing a breakfast worthy of any buffet.

“Hello, tesoro, how did you sleep?” She asked kindly, walking over and kissing you quickly. You smiled.

“Not enough time...” you purred in her ear, causing her to giggle shyly.

“You scandalous...” the Angie doll said with a singing voice.

“Fuck! I had forgotten,” you said scared, running a hand over the back of your neck. “Em, Donna… What's wrong with that doll? Why is it alive?”

“Come on, come on, tesoro, calm down,” she said, taking you by the hand to the table and pushing you to sit down. She did the same in front of you.

“Seriously, why is it moving?” You asked, grabbing a croissant from a tray.

“I'll tell you another time...” the lady said, ignoring your curiosity for the umpteenth time.

“Mmm, you better hurry up, tomorrow I'm traveling to Poland” you commented, taking a sip of that delicious coffee that she had prepared for you.

“Poland?”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded, smiling but observing the confused gesture of the lady in black. “It's the end of my route. Afterwards, I will return home.”

“I thought you'd stay a bit longer...” she said, her eyes shining, as if she were pleading.

You feigned indifference and sighed.

“Well, well... Maybe I'll stay a few more days... If that's okay with you, of course...” You said amused, winking at her.

“I would love to,” Donna whispered, ending the conversation.

After filling yourself with that breakfast, you decided it was time to leave. You would have stayed longer, but at least you had to return to the hotel to extend your stay. The truth is that you wanted to know more about her, spend more time with her.

“Then I go down the elevator, follow the bridge... And I arrive at the village...” You said, repeating her instructions at the door of the house.

“That's it, tesoro... Promise me you'll see me again,” she said, hanging on your neck and kissing you quickly.

“Sure, we could have a lunch together if you want.”

You said goodbye with another kiss and started on your way back. The path was sinister, but at least there was no loss and the day seemed clear.

You got into that strange elevator and pressed the button. You frowned when you realized something was wrong. You had neither gone down nor gone up. You had felt movement, but you were in the same place.

“What the…?” You asked to yourself, studying the landscape with your eyes. No, you hadn't moved, the house was still at the end of the road. You started to shake. You pressed the button again and again. You went up the elevator again and again. Nothing, the same landscape.

You left the cabin when you had apparently managed to move around. Some red doors remained open.

“I definitely need that nap,” you said, scratching the back of your neck and pushing one of the doors.

You opened your eyes scared.

In front of you there was no forest, no snowy landscape. In front of you was the hall of that house, you were inside that house again.

“What?” You asked, trying to get out the door. It was impossible. Every time you left, you came back in. “What?”

“I'm sorry, (Y/N)” a hoarse voice startled you. The lady in black appeared out of nowhere. The black veil covered her face again.

“Donna? What's going on?” You asked scared, grabbing her black dress, mad. She didn't move. A childish laugh was filling the house. The doll laughed amused, and you suspected laughing at you.

“I like you, (Y/N). I can't let you leave.”

[themotherofhorses]

Hiiii wanted to request Dark Aemond x Mermaid reader.

Reader is from house Manderly [ their flag had a merman in it ] and Aemond finds our her secret so he blackmails her father into marrying her.

Also some smut too maybe breeding kink of sorts.

even the whales fall prey to men.

pairing: dark!aemond targaryen x fem!mermaid!reader

warnings: very much nsfw. explicit language. blackmailing on aemond's part. forced marriage. dubcon. breeding kink. allusions to violence and death. mentions of pregnancy.

notes: dark & obsessive!aemond targaryen makes my head go brrr. also this smut will totally suck and i take full responsibility for it.

masterlist

The sea is much colder than usual, and across the winter sky hangs a thick blanket of clouds, dark as smoke.

It will snow soon, your mother had said at breakfast, bundled up in all her warm furs while you broke fast together. Today may be the last day we are able to swim for a while, so do make your peace and say all your goodbyes to your grandfather.

You sit on the jagged rocks that stand strong in the waters, watching as your mother and sisters finish with their own wreaths. Yours lays draped across your lap, weaved from rosemary and sea kale and the pretty blackthorn that bloomed on the nearby cliffs. The whales were making one final visit to White Harbor before leaving for warmer waters, and it was tradition to see them goodbye, and to flower them with the newly made wreathes and long garlands. It would not be until the early summer months that they would return.

“Little fish,” your mother calls out for you, already knee-high deep in the bitter sea waters. Your sisters did not wait for neither you nor her, deciding on a small race between each other. “Lost in thought, my little love?” Her face is soft and sweet, with two dimples on both cheeks, “Come or we’ll miss them!”

You were born a Manderly, under the cold moon, on the White Knife. On your first nameday, a great storm wailed outside the New Castle, crushing your lord father’s fleet to kindle and drowning the port city. Some said it was the Stranger waging war against the Father and the Warrior, high in the heavens, while others claimed the old sea god Caraxes was celebrating the birth of a new granddaughter.

Your father claimed direct descendance from the First Men, while your mother was of the true goldenblood of Old Valyria, a daughter of Caraxes himself. His mermaids, women with silver crowns and dark violet eyes and a fish’s tail for legs. The seamen swore you existed, but the rest of Westeros refused to believe.

Perhaps that was why you never strayed far from the White Knife, and from your mother’s side too.

Then again, your lady mother never faltered in warning you and your elder sisters of the myriad of dangers that came with your blood, and of people finding out the truth of such. She was a protective woman, prideful and beautiful, and a great warrior too. The magic she practiced since girlhood allowed for her to shift her appearances, and when you grew of age, she taught you the different spells and rituals, the small incantations to mumble under your breath, and the ways of honoring your grandfather.  

“Be smart about it,” she cautioned, though not sternly. With a gentle palm resting over your cheekbone, she kissed the tip of your nose, smiling down at you, “always be mindful of one’s eyes and ears, my little one. The whales know no true safety, not even in their own home.”

Oh, how you wish to go back and believe her words a little more

It came as a great surprise that, while you were gone, your lord father had welcomed in a guest.

You had not been made aware of such, and neither was your mother, who took it as quite the insult. She immediately sent you and your sisters to your personal chambers, to wash up from the heavy sea salt that clung to your skin and hair, and to dress nicely. “The blue velvet, please,” she said, with a smile that did not reach her purple eyes. “We must look our best.” You had not the slightest clue of who the guest might be, and you ask your eldest sister if she caught a whisper. But she just shrugs. “A Stark, maybe? Or perhaps a Baratheon.”

“But what would they want with us?”

“Maybe a marriage pact is finally being proposed between our houses,” she replies with a sigh, a stupid lovesick grin twisting on her pink lips. She is a maiden of twenty and two, tall and slender and beautiful like your mother, and beyond ready to become a lord’s wife. You make a face at that but say nothing more. Would your mother even allow for that to happen? Perhaps for your sisters, but not for you.

You were still too young, a pretty daylily not yet ready for plucking.

In the Merman’s Court, you find your mother pacing by the castle’s throne, biting at her nails. She looks nervous, with eyes darting between the doors and the households that stood around the hall, cloaked in wools of blue and green. When she finally takes notice of your presence, she drops her hand and draws you into a hug. “Little fish,” and she studies you over, at how you brushed out your silver hair till it shone, and wore your nicest silks. “Very pretty, my little one. Very pretty, indeed.”

You remain by her side, clutching tightly her hand as your sisters soon step inside the hall, all clad in their prettiest gowns, in bright colors of green and navy and white, and giggling amongst themselves. Then come the court ladies and lords, the few maesters that lived in the New Castle, and your father, the Lord Manderly, followed by-

“Prince Aemond of the House Targaryen, son of King Viserys II and the Queen Alicent.”

Your eyes grow wide at the sight of Aemond One Eye, and you subtly shift closer to your mother. He was terribly handsome, you think, shrouded in black riding leather and a long cape that pooled around his dark boots. At his waist hangs a sheathed long-sword. Both his hands are tucked behind his back, shoulders straight and proud, and he wears a smirk. And his hair, every bit the same silver as yours, long and straight and neatly combed.

“Ah, Prince Aemond,” your mother greets. She curtsies, low and graceful to her knees, and you do the same. “Your visit is quite the unexpected one, but we welcome you into our home. Is White Harbor to your liking, my prince?”

He hums. “There are many seamen that dock themselves at King’s Landing, and almost all of them have spoken of the White Harbor, and the beauty that it possesses, particularly during these winter months.” His voice is deep, almost a purr, with a crownlands accent. “Although, my lady, now I cannot help but wonder if your daughters are the reason for that.”

Your mother clicks her tongue, and ever so slightly her eyes narrow. “You honor me, my prince,” she said, “and my daughters.”

Prince Aemond grins at that.

It was your father who spoke next. “My love, the Prince Aemond has arrived with a most equitable offer from the King and Queen themselves.” He sounds quite proud, and incredibly happy at whatever that offer might be. “They are asking for an alliance to be made between our house and House Targaryen,” but he pauses, holding his gaze on your mother, “-through marriage. Prince Aemond is here to choose one of our daughters to wed.”

Your face snaps to your mother, who stood speechless.

“Our eldest is twenty and two, and a fine lady,” your father adds, nodding to your sisters that stood to your left, “and our second-born daughter just celebrated her twentieth nameday. She has no current betrothed, though she is not without suitors, of course.” Your mother holds her tongue, it seemed, choosing to keep you tucked by her side.

But Prince Aemond shakes his head. “Your two daughters are very beautiful, Lord Manderly, I speak nothing but the truth with that, but I have no interest in having their hands,” he says, before focusing his one eye on you. “It is your youngest I wish to have.”

Your mind goes blank.

“My youngest?” Your father sputters. “Forgive me for my words, my prince, but we have not planned to wed her off yet.”

Aemond shrugs. “I do not care about that; it is she who I desire the most.” He looks at your father, tilting his head, sounding curious, “Did you not promise to me any choice of your daughters, for an alliance with my family?” Lord Manderly appears nervous now, and embarrassed as well, with cheeks and a forehead flushing a bright pink. “Well…I suppose so…”

“Mama?” you whisper, tucking yourself behind her. Your fingers tremble greatly, and it soon feels too difficult to breathe. You could feel your sisters’ eyes on you, along with your father’s and the eyes of the many court lords and ladies, and the household guards too. They all feel too judgemental, pitiful and sympathetic. But your mother, she fought back. “No,” she says, loudly. “No, you shall not have her.”

“You deny your own prince?” Aemond asks, incredulous. “Such boldness, my Lady Manderly. But alas, I came to retrieve my bride, and I shall leave with her, make no mistake in believing that.”

“No,” your mother repeats, much louder than the first. Her voice, strong and willful, echoes across the Merman’s Court, sounding every much a crack of thunder, or perhaps even a roar of a she-dragon. “She is still too young, my prince, you must understand that. I will not be separated from my youngest, she is not ready to become a wife-”

“She has celebrated her eighteenth nameday, has she not?” Your mother stays silent, and Aemond grins. “She is well old enough to be my wife.”  

Your mother shakes her head. “Please, you can have my two other daughters, but not her. I refuse it! I refuse it!” She turns to your father, “My love, see with reason! She is not ready! The ocean still needs her, I still need her! Refuse it! I will not allow it! No, I will not-” But Prince Aemond cuts her off, “Refuse it?” He laughs, and you flinch at it.

“You have no power to do such a thing, least you wish to die of treason, a bloody traitor to your crown. To your King and Queen!”

He takes a step forwards, to you and your mother. “I know you, Lady Manderly,” he says, slowly, carefully, as if approaching a wild forest beast, “I know the sort of mother you are. It is very honorable, very admirable, and I thank you, from the bottom of my own heart, for raising my new bride well. But I also know you are very protective of them, and I understand.” Prince Aemond then leans his face close, until his lips linger over your mother’s ear, “-after all, dangers do tend to follow the daughters of Caraxes, do they not? And his granddaughters too. His pretty mermaids.”

He pulls back, a dark grin curling on his lips, his tone seeping in false concern. “What might happen if the world found out the truth of you? And your daughters? How you are not just liars, but neither full humans as well. The creatures the seamen lust after, alive and flourishing on the White Knife…”

Prince Aemond then peers at you from where you stood, his face softening. You timidly meet his eye. “Come, my lady, allow me a better look at you.” You swallow but do as he asked, moving to stand in front of him. “Look at you, a vision of pure beauty. You are so much lovelier than what I imagined when coming here,” and you could not figure out what hurts more: his grip on your upper arm, or the way your mother did nothing.

When you turn to glance back at your lady mother, she looks more a stranger than the woman you knew- weak and humiliated and defeated, almost in tears. It reminds you of something she told you, so many moons ago, back on the beachside. There was a dead whale carcass, fat and bloated, drifting back and forth in the harbor. In its side was buried a harpoon. Your mother shook her head at the sight.

“Even the whales fall prey to men.”

Five days later, Aemond One Eye claims you as his wife.

He allows the wedding to partake on the beach, alongside the ocean where you grew up and loved so dearly. Your mother had pleaded with him to agree on his part to wed you in the customs of Old Valyria, and he could not say no.

I, too, am of the blood of Old Valyria, he said, quite proudly. It will be an honor to both our ancestors, may they bear down on us as we continue our bloodline.

But afterward, he was quick to whisk you away to King’s Landing, to the Red Keep where he swore you rightfully belonged. You only caught a short glimpse of the Queen Alicent Hightower and her father, the Hand, before you were locked you in his royal chambers. And now, you lay across his bed, a flood of whimpers and moans spilling from your pink lips as he squashes his face only deeper between your thighs. “You have the sweetest cunt,” he groans, sucking on your clit as your head thrashes around, and your hips buck against his mouth.

“I knew I had to have you,” he says, while running his tongue along your wet folds. Your taste, it is like no other, and he swears himself a new and addicted man. He will spend the rest of his days worshipping you if the gods allow it. “The moment I saw you, you were mine. The gods could not even deny me of you. Your lips, my sweet girl, they looked so sweet, and I wondered if your cunt would be the same.”

Both your breasts sit in his hands, and he palms at them, sliding his face up to yours, peppering kiss after kiss across your hipbones and stomach. You are so beautiful, he thinks, while pressing his face against your belly. It should be a sin that you are not with child. “I cannot wait till our firstborn sleeps here,” he mumbles, kissing it, “I will make you the most beautiful mother known to the world, and men will envy me for the rest of their damned days.”

His words make you whimper, chewing on your bottom lip as his mouth soon hovers over yours. “Tell me you want my seed,” he demands in a whisper, gripping your chin between his fingers. “Tell me how bad you need it…and I promise you, my love, you will have it.”

“Please…”

His eyebrow raises, and he chuckles. “Please, what?”

He wishes for you to beg for him- for his seed and his love and soul, to plead with him for everything, to come undone and submit yourself- as his woman and wife and the mother of his children.

But you shy away, choosing to hide your face within the pillows, a bit too embarrassed to answer him properly. It is cute until Aemond grows too impatient. His craving for you spanned over too many moons, ever since he took first sight of you swimming in the waters of the White Knife. He toasts to both the Mother and the Maiden, perhaps even the Crone, that you never saw Vhagar flying in the sky above.

“It does not matter,” he says, kissing your forehead softly before moving to your lips. The kiss leaves you breathless, trembling and hungry for more. He flings your legs over his waist, pulling you down to where you lay completely underneath him, “I do not need your permission to seed my wife, and to make her a mother,” and against your lips, he mumbles, “you belong to me, do you understand? You are mine, from this day till the end.” And within a minute, his cock is stuffed deep inside you.

“It is too big…!” you cry, grasping onto his shoulders as he fucks you hard and deep, his thrusts seeming too unforgiving.

Perhaps he is punishing you, though you had not the smallest idea as to why.

“Please! Please, husband- please, slow down!” You bounce beneath him, fingers finding your own nipples as you twist and tweak them. It felt right in the moment, having remembered him doing it only several minutes ago.

“I do not give a shit,” he grunts, his hands resting on your hips, “you were fucking made for me. This body was made for my seed, for my children, now you will take it.” Sweat beads along his forehead as he moans and grunts some more and whines, feeling the way your cunt tightens around his cock. It is perfection, a feeling that was made just for him. “You have evaded my hands for too fucking long, now you suffer the consequences.”

You feel as if your eyes might roll to the back of your skull. Your pants are heavy and hot, and you cannot help the shriek when his fingers pinch your clit, before rubbing his thumb over it. He laughs, quickening his thrusts. “And to think, your mother would have kept this from me, kept you away from me. Ah, should I speak to you the truth, my love?” It is a cruel taunt, as you cannot answer, too overtaken by this pleasure. “I would have burned the White Harbor to the ground if I was denied you. Burned your entire fucking family to ashes if they dared keep you from me. House Strong has gone extinct because of me, maybe they will come up with a new nickname for that. Aemond Targaryen, kinslayer. Aemond Targaryen, house-destroyer.”

He shakes his head, snickering, “No, those are too silly, are they not, my love?”

Your face twists up, all in utter pleasure, and your body tightens too as you cream all over his cock. Soon after, he fills you with his cum, so much it trickles down from your cunt, staining the bedsheets along with your blood. But Aemond is quick to gather it with his fingertip, though, and shove it back in you. “Every bit of it matters, my lady, especially if we wish for you be with child by the next moon.” You try to smile, but you are so exhausted and ruined and all you yearn for is sleep.

“Did…did I do good?” you breathe.

Aemond smiles, and kisses your lips, soft and sweet and loving. He strokes your hair, twirling a silver strand around his finger. You are gorgeous, his beautiful wife, this sweet granddaughter of Caraxes. All his. You and the babe that you will carry soon.

“You did perfect, my little fish.”

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Thots go brrr so...

More medieval AU, this time with Good King John (Price).

Good King John who just wants his bratty Princess, dammit. A.K.A. - When a Good King Goes Bad

TW- MDNI 18+ Only- explicit sexual content, sexual situations and language, brief bloody violence, bit of bdsm- spanking, brat taming, mentions of bondage and impact play, my usual brand of fluffy smut

Notes - I know, I know... I've got two unfinished series and an embarrassing amount of WIPs in my drafts folder, but I can't help it. Soo... sorry, not sorry. No beta- embrace the imperfections.

warning banner by: @cafekitsune

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Good King John, who went to a lot of trouble to earn your hand in marriage, only to have his best knight, Sir Simon - the Ghost, duped into delivering a chambermaid to him, instead. Oh, how you must have laughed, wicked little Princess that you are, thinking you had got one over on him. And you did, you tricksy little minx. Your trick worked, Princess, but playtime is over, now. It's time to come home and take your rightful place by his side as his queen.

Good King John, who makes the long journey to your kingdom to fetch you home himself, only to be thwarted again when your father, the conquered king, informs John that you snuck out of the castle under cover of darkness and escaped to parts unknown. John knows this is a lie, of course, but he can't fault your father for trying to protect his only child. Still, the wedding banns have been posted throughout the realm, so he will be taking his bride-to-be home with him, whether you or your father like it or not.

Good King John, who sends his spies out into your father's kingdom to discover what they can of your where-abouts. He knows well enough that it's the servants who are privy to everything that transpires within the walls of any castle, and so directs his spies to concentrate on them, specifically. It isn't long before their inquiries are soon rewarded.

Good King John, who is informed by one of his spies that you have disguised yourself as one of the servants at the castle. You've been masquerading as a male youth, a stable hand of all things, working and sleeping in the stables with the horses. His spies also report that you have also concocted a most devious scheme to lead John on a wild goose chase. You paid a sailor in silver coin to spread the rumor that he saw you boarding a ship bound for the Silk Coast, which is many weeks and leagues away. John can't help but be impressed by your adept little mind, wicked as it is. He has to reach down and adjust himself at the thought of soon having you all to himself.

Good King John, who decides to play along with your ruse, so orders his knights to commandeer a ship and begin the preparations for the long voyage to the Silk Coast. He must make it seem like he's fallen hook, line and sinker for your devious little plot. Later that evening, while dining with your father, the conquered king, and your stepmother, his trophy queen, John reveals to them his plans to follow in your wake and bring you home. He then requests to borrow one of your father's many servants for the journey. Thinking King John has fallen for your trick, your father happily acquiesces to his request. "You may take whichever servant suits your needs best," the conquered king offers magnanimously.

Good King John, who arrives at the stables before dawn, waking the stablemaster and telling him he is there to select a 'lad' from among the stable hands present. John spots you immediately, sleeping on a pile of hay. "That one will do," he says, pointing you out. The stablemaster, no wiser to the ruse than anyone else, kicks you awake and tells you to go with King John. Unable to refuse, what else can you do but go along with him or risk exposing yourself.

Good King John, who feels near giddy with excitement, knowing he now has his princess in hand. Sure, he could forfeit the gold he spent on chartering a ship and simply take you back to his castle, but then he'd have to lock you away and keep you under constant guard even after the two of you are wed. John knows he will have to win you over to tame your shrewish heart, and so decides to allow your ruse to continue.

Good King John, who boards the ship with you, having you lug his heavy saddlebags as you follow along behind him, instructing you to ready his cabin for him while he discusses the upcoming voyage with the captain. You nod and just barely catch yourself before you curtsy before him. Stable hands don't curtsy, you silly ninny! You give a quick bow and scurry away to do his bidding, thinking you'll sneak off the ship while he's distracted with the captain.

Good King John, who is no fool when it comes to your tricks, locks you inside the cabin then orders the captain to set sail immediately, trapping you aboard the ship with him. He returns later to find you glumly staring out of the porthole. "What's the matter, lad? Already feeling seasick?" he asks you, making a valiant effort to hide his smug smirk. He then has you join him on deck to watch your home recede into the distance as the sails billow and snap before catching the wind There's no escape for you now, but as soon as you put into the next port, you'll be gone.

Good King John, who orders you about like the servant you supposedly are, telling you to help swab the decks, then puts you to work in the galley. By the time he tells you to fetch his dinner and turn down his bed for the night, you're exhausted. Nothing pleases him more than to see your pinched expression when he sends you out yet again after dinner, this time to fetch him hot water so that he can wash. Even better is your look of dismay when you return only to be ordered to help him disrobe and bathe him.

Good King John, who revels in your awkward state as you help remove his clothing, stripping him down until he proudly stands before you in all his nude glory. You've never seen a grown man naked before and struggle to keep your eyes averted from his crown jewels as he patiently waits for you to wash every bare inch of his skin. Is this thing supposed to jut out like a jousting lance, you wonder as you take him in hand and drag your soapy fingers over his length.

Good King John, who is almost cross-eyed with the pleasure of your touch. Your soft hands have already lathered him from stem to stern, but to feel them now wrapped around his cock as you bathe him is almost his undoing. "Gods above! That's good enough, lad," he rasps out in a gravelly voice, clamping a hand around your wrists to stop your hands before he paints the front of your homespun tunic with his seed. You blink up at him with a fevered gaze, breaths softly panting.

Good King John, who listens to your exhausted little snores drift up from your pallet on the floor later that night, wanting nothing more than to pull you up on the narrow bed with him and test the strength of the ropes supporting his thin mattress. It is too soon for such things, unfortunately. Your curiosity has definitely been piqued, if your wide-eyed stare and firm grip on his cock were any indication, but he'll have to win over your heart and mind, if he's going to convince you to stay of your own accord. You're a willful creature, too smart and opinionated for your own good, but that's what first attracted him to you. He knows he's playing with fire, keeping you in his quarters, but he's certain he can control his desires long enough to win you over.

Good King John, who spends a week in close quarters with you aboard the ship. During this time, the duration of his sponge baths has lengthened considerably, taking much longer than the first time. John is more than happy to allow you to take your time as you become intimately familiar with his body, relishing your touch despite how torturous it is. He groans and his head falls back as your soapy hands cup his balls and lather his cock. Forcing himself to make you stop yet again finally breaks his iron will. Something has got to give, he decides. It's time to end this ruse of yours.

Good King John, who is at his wit's end, forms a most devious scheme of his own. After encouraging you to bathe and change in his cabin, he pretends to leave, saying he needs to speak with the captain. He waits outside the door and listens until he hears the splash of water, then enters the cabin again. There he finds you in all your naked splendor, a mortified expression on your face. "Well, well, what do we have here? I leave behind a young lad and return to find a comely wench in his stead." he says with a mock frown, not bothering to hide how his eyes rake over your nude form.

Good King John, who leans against the door, blocking your only exit as he glowers down at you. You grab the nearest bit of clothing, one of his shirts it turns out, and quickly don it to hide your nakedness from his hungry gaze, but it's too little too late. His blue eyes burn you with their avid intensity. A lie is already sitting on the tip of your tongue to explain your presence in his cabin, but then he takes the wind completely out of your sails when he reveals that he's known who you are the entire time. "Come now, Princess. No need to fret. I am your betrothed, after all. You don't need to hide from me. We'll treat the rest of this voyage as a pre-honeymoon, so we can get to... know each other better." All you can do is gape at him before the reality of your situation finally sinks in. "I will never marry you," you vow.

Good King John, who chuckles at your bluster, which only incenses you more. Unlike everyone else, however, he doesn't shrink away from your viperous temper, laughing at you when you begin to hurl whatever you can get your hands on at his head. He ducks a hairbrush, a cup and a bar of soap as he stalks forward to grip your arms, yanking you into his chest. "Rage all you want, Princess. It won't change your situation. Now calm yourself before I turn you over my knee." You sputter and spit, eyes narrowed in fury. "You wouldn't dare lay a hand on me!" you hiss at him.

Good King John, who takes your words as a challenge and is having none of your sass. Pulling you over to the bed, he sits down and has you draped over his knees so fast your head spins. Your bare bottom is exposed when he rucks his shirt up your back, holding your squirming form with ease as he brings his large hand down on the globes of your ass with a loud crack! You gasp in shock at the sound before fire needles into the skin of your bum. It's not a bruising strike, but the humiliation of being spanked lights a fire in your belly. Your efforts to escape double, but it's all for naught. He holds you in place like a misbehaving toddler and smacks your ass again. "Keep it up, you little brat," he says with a dark laugh. "You're long overdue for a proper punishment, anyway, you spoiled little thing."

Good King John, who spanks you until your cheeks glow red, your bratty behavior inciting his lust like nothing else. He's already hard as granite and having you squirming and moaning on his lap is only making it worse. His large hands knead and massage your plush bottom, watching the way your hips grind against his flexed thigh. He can see your 'punishment' has affected you in much the same way when he glimpses how swollen and wet your pretty cunny has become.

Good King John, who can't resist the temptation and slides his calloused fingers along the cleft of your bum, following its path between your legs, hissing at how wet he finds you. You go still at the contact, breath hitching in your throat as your back arches to his touch. No man has ever touched you down there before, and the feeling confuses you. Though you're loathe to admit it, you like how he's touching you, and Gods help you, you want him to keep doing it!

Good King John, who is hanging onto his control by a thread. Reining in his raging libido, he sits you up on his lap and brushes the last of your angry tears from your cheeks. "There now," he soothes, shushing you. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Just needed a firm hand to calm you down, aye?" He slides his hand between your legs again, the tips of his fingers grazing your wet folds. "Would you like me to make you feel better? Hmm?" What else can you do but nod vigorously, desperate to see what else he can do with those rough fingers of his.

Good King John, who brings you to the edge of bliss, sliding his fingers through your wetness, worrying the sensitive nub at the apex of your thighs. "Poor needy girl," he coos in your ear. "I'll make it all better. You'll see." And he does. Great gods above, he does. His hands work you like a piece of malleable clay, all your fury now spent, sending you to the heights of ecstasy as you wail and writhe on his lap, two of his fingers buried in your spasming cunt.

Good King John, who soon has you addicted to the things he can do with his hands and his tongue and his cock. You find yourself going out of your way to cause trouble, just so he will "punish" you again and again. The memory of his cock in your mouth makes you drool with want. The thought of his tongue slithering up your pulsing channel makes your thighs clench as you soak through your small clothes. Whether he's binding you to the bed to edge you until you're a dripping, crying mess or slapping your greedy quim for coming without permission, even when he's pounding into you from behind to "teach ya a lesson, Princess," you're more than willing to submit to his whims.

Good King John, who has no illusions about you, despite your eager participation in bed. Given the chance, he knows you'll still bolt like a scared rabbit at the first opportunity. Then the captain speaks the dreaded words. "We're coming into port, my lord." Though wary, John can see how excited you are at the prospect of being back on land again, so agrees to take you into the port city for a short walk, so long as you dress in your stableboy clothing to draw less attention.

Good King John, who warns you not to attempt an escape. "This is not your father's kingdom, Princess. There are pirates and cutthroats who wouldn't hesitate to have their way with you before slitting your throat. Do not leave my side, understood?" You eagerly agree, thinking he's simply trying to scare you. You're certain once you mention who your father is, these so-called pirates and cutthroats will be tripping over themselves to escort you home, especially when you tell them of the reward your father will pay out for your safe return.

Good King John, who allows you to lead him into a bazaar. You marvel at all the strange sights, all the exotic languages and unfamiliar smells. In truth, you lose yourself in the experience for a bit, catching yourself enjoying John's company. He is so well-traveled and knowledgeable, telling you about all the different places he has been, all the wonders he has seen. "Once we're wed, I'll set aside some time for us to travel. Would you like that?" he asks, and your current situation is once more at the fore of your mind. You can't fall weak to his charms. You must escape. He is your enemy, the man who conquered your father's kingdom and took you from your home.

Good King John, who pays no attention when you tug him into a busier section of the bazaar. There are throngs of people milling about, vendors hawking their wares, their loud cries and the bustling crowd serving as a distraction. Before he realizes what's happening, you let go of his hand and duck between two stalls, making a mad dash down a narrow alleyway. Your only thought is to evade and escape, knowing John and his men will be hot on your heels. Your path is winding and mindless, leading you further into the labyrinth of the city until you find yourself standing outside of a dingy looking tavern. Surely you can find someone inside who will be willing to help a poor damsel in distress.

Good King John, who is frantic with worry. He wasn't lying about the unsavory nature of this particular port city. Pirates and cutthroats do indeed frequent this port and would not hesitate to harm you or worse. Telling his men to fan out and find you, he takes his trusted knight Sir Kyle with him, questioning anyone who is willing to stop and listen. It's an old fishmonger who finally points him in your direction, saying a lad fitting your description nearly bowled him over.

Good King John, who slows in front of the same tavern you yourself found mere minutes before and sends Kyle in to search for you. No sooner does his knight enter the tavern when a startled cry sounds from an alleyway before being cut off. John feels his heart shoot straight up into his throat when he peers down the dark passage to see two men wrestling to subdue you. One of them snatches the cap from your head, your hair spilling out before the other one strikes you across the face. John sees red, bellowing like an enraged bull as he charges down the alley with sword unsheathed.

Good King John, who meets the blackguards head-on, his rage knowing no bounds as he hacks and stabs and slashes at the men who would dare to put their hands on you. By the time Sir Kyle finds him, John has hacked the men to death, blood flying from the tip of his sword as he draws back to strike again. "My lord!" he shouts, rushing to his king's side. "My lord, they are done for. Stop!"

Good King John, who is still seething with rage, turning a murderous eye on his own man. "My lord, 'tis I, Sir Kyle! Please, sire, we must be away. Grab the Princess and let us make haste back to the ship before you are discovered!" At the mention of his princess, John's fury evaporates as he turns his worried gaze to you. The devil who struck you has knocked you unconscious, your limp form collapsed against the wall. "My love," he whispers, gathering you into his arms before motioning for Kyle to lead the way back to the ship.

Good King John, who is beside himself with guilt and worry. He stares down at your still form, cursing himself for not keeping a closer eye on you. He knew the risks but was lulled by your sweet smiles and girlish charms, despite knowing your penchant for trickery. Now look what his failure has wrought. His beloved princess lying still as death in his bed. Even the ship's doctor cannot give him answers. "She seems hale and hearty, save for the goose egg on the back of her skull. I cannot say with any certainty when she will awaken, sire, or... even if she will awaken. I'm sorry, my lord. There is nothing more I can do."

Good King John, who sits by your bedside all through the night, rubbing warmth into your chilled fingers and stroking your brow. "Come back to me, my love, and I swear I'll return you to your home. I will leave you in peace and never plague you again if you will just open your eyes." Yet his pleas go unanswered, his bitter tears dampening the soft skin of your hand.

Good King John, who awakens to the feel of your fingers carding softly through his hair. Sitting bolt upright, he stares into your eyes, now open and alert. You frown, the prettiest pout he's ever seen on your lovely face. "My head hurts, John, and I've a powerful thirst. Is there wine in the carafe?"

Good King John, who calls the ship's doctor to his chambers to give you a thorough check-up. He pokes and prods, then calls you well and gives you a remedy for your pounding head and strict instructions to remain abed until the dizziness wears off. You lie in wait for John's return, certain you're due for a proper scolding, disappointed that it won't be one of his 'punishments' you receive, instead. However, John doesn't return. Servants do, with food and drink in hand. Hot water and soap are delivered as well, along with a lovely dressing gown and slippers. You sit on the edge of the bed and bathe, one eye on the door, expecting John to "surprise" you again, but still, he does not appear. You eventually fall asleep, head still turned towards the door in expectation.

Good King John, who honors his promise to you, even if you weren't awake to hear it at the time. His guilt knows no bounds, so he determines to deliver you safely back to your father. He tells the captain to turn the boat back towards the shores of your father's kingdom with a heavy heart. He knows he will surely pine for you the rest of his days, knowing no other woman will do now, that only you will ever hold his heart. He resigns himself to a lifetime of loneliness.

Good King John, who requests regular reports on your health and well-being, receives a request from you, delivered by the ship's doctor. "The Princess requests your presence in her chambers, sire. She's in a right fit of temper, if I do say so myself, my lord. She chucked a book at me for not answering her questions to her satisfaction." John can't help the wry smile on his face. His feisty princess doesn't put up with any guff. She's a warrior through and through, his lion-hearted minx.

Good King John, who enters his old quarters to find you pacing the worn floorboards. "Where have you been?" you demand, bottom lip jutting out as you cross your arms. "Is ignoring me my punishment for running away? If it is, it's not working. I don't care if I ever see you again!" A sad expression dims his ocean-blue eyes, but his smile is as kind and indulging as ever. "I understand your ire, my lo— ah, Princess, but fret no more. You will soon be relieved of the burden of my presence. We arrive at your kingdom on the morrow. I'm sure your father will be overjoyed to have you home again."

Good King John, who bids you a strained farewell and quickly removes himself from your cabin, leaving you to blink in shocked silence after him. He's returning you to your father? You slump on the bed, unable to process his sudden change of heart. Had your escape angered him enough that he's finally decided to wash his hands of you? Even at your worst, John withstood your tantrums and waspish words. He'd always been so kind and attentive and... loving. As realization sets in, a sadness like you've never known before settles in your breast.

Good King John, who sends his man Sir Kyle to collect you when the ship docks the next day. "Where's John?" you ask, as the knight hands you up into a waiting royal carriage. Sir Kyle avoids your sharp gaze, his mouth set in a grim line. "The king has gone ahead to meet with your father, my lady. I doubt you will see him again." Your heart constricts in your breast as the door slams shut and the carriage lurches into movement.

Good King John, who is in the throne room with your father when you arrive. The knights who guard the door deny you access, their pikes crossed to block your way. Oh, you throw a right strop until your ladies-in-waiting come to collect you, leading you down the corridor as you shriek like a harpy at the top of your lungs. They lock you in your chambers, leaving you to batter at the door with your fists until your strength is exhausted.

Good King John, who returns to his own kingdom a broken man. He spends his days staring out the windows and rubbing at the ache in his chest that has plagued him since he saw you last. He doesn't shirk his responsibilities, managing his kingdom and holdings with a firm and fair hand, but his heart is no longer in it. It has been cleaved in two and he fears it will never mend.

Good King John, who glowers down at a missive sent by your father, the conquered king. As he reads it over, a dozen carts laden with chests of gold and precious gems are delivered as well. His heart seizes in his chest as he reads the message your father has sent.

'May this find you well, Good King John. It shames me to say that since your departure, my castle has not known peace. You have surely bewitched my daughter, for nothing will soothe her anger except the promise of being reunited with you. I beg your mercy, good king. Please accept my daughter's dowry and know I fully endorse your marriage, if you are still inclined to take her as your bride. I wish you all the luck, good king, for you will surely need it.'

Good King John, who reads the missive several more times before a royal carriage with your father's crest comes clattering into the courtyard. He stares on in awe as a shrill voice erupts from the depths of the carriage. "Get this bloody door open! I want to see my husband! NOW!"

Good King John, whose smile could light up the night sky as he watches you step out of the carriage, sharp eyes searching the crowd until you spy him standing on the steps with his guards. Without a care for decorum, you snatch up your skirts and run to him, kitten heels pounding up the steps until you're standing before him, panting for breath, hair coming loose from its pins. Your eyes blaze with ire but are now tempered with an emotion much softer. "You're a fool if you think you're getting rid of me that easily, my husband."

Good King John, who roars with laughter as he catches you up in his arms and hugs you tightly to his chest. His heart is fit to burst when you cup his whiskered face in your hands and whisper, "Don't you ever leave me again, John."

Good King John, who kisses you soundly on the lips before whispering back, "Never again, my love. Never again."

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Dark Knight! Ghost drabble (prequel)

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Soulmate: Again, Death and An Angel by @littlemisspascal was an amazing fic. A totally different take on the soulmate trope that had me hooked from chapter one. I absolutely loved it!

Fluff: Let Me by @polaroidpascal is a very gentle fic about taking care of your partner and giving them a bit of extra love - especially when they need it most.

Bookshop AU: The Book of Love by @undercoverpena is still one of my favorite Bookshop AU fics to read. Full of all the feels and fluff and flirting.

Mortifying Typo: I think we've all done this before. LOL

Marcus Pike: All the Time in the World by @whataperfectwasteoftime was a beautiful one-shot about a couple's first time together. Very romantic and full of emotion and so very, very gentle. I loved it!

Angst: Emergency Contact by @javiscigarette definitely hit me right in the feels. So much emotion packed into a one-shot!

Western: There are two that stick out in my head: Palomino and Adversity. Both are so amazing!

Dave York: Just read Second Sight by @goodwithcheese and literally had to dig my own grave because I perished. PERISHED, I tell you.

Booped: Oh, you know I booped. I booped my way to the top. lmfao

Oberyn Martell: Dancing Phantoms on the Terrace by @janaispunk didn't have to come for my throat like it did... :::ugly crying:::

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Ohohohoho so u want fake fic titles????

>:)

Look who's inside again (yes its bo burnham)

Into the Unknown (Frozen)

Live, Love, Lie (yes this is cg5)

Nothing but Free (Halfy 'n Winks)

Vantage (Halfy 'n Winks, also hyperfixation go brrr)

Far Away (Hala CG another hyperfixation mmm)

Are these all songs? Yes absolutely. Enjoy :)

I might write for some of these others titles later but I wanna focus on a wip lol

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Taglist: @poprockpanda @brick-a-doodle-do @local-squishmallow @dingbatnix @data-expunged-0 @da3dm

Look Who’s Inside Again

[454 words]

The rain pummeled down without mercy. It thud rapidly against the window and a booming clap of thunder sounded far off in the distance.

It terrified George.

He was little. He was tiny. A poor regressed borrower facing the thunderstorm with a brave face, as much of a lie the bravery was.

Dream tapped away on his keyboard, minding no attention to the poor borrower shivering and terrified as a proud puffed out chest proved nothing against the terror of the thunder and heavy rain.

Another boom, and George darted underneath the blanket, yelping in fear.

Dream seemed to notice the tiny squeak, “George?” He looked around uselessly for the small creature, “Where are you?”

The borrower whined under the blanket, almost too afraid to speak. He mumbled out a plea for safety, and Dream spotted him curled up, tail wrapped sadly around his legs while he squirmed.

“Oh, are you okay?”

George sniffled, “S-small.”

“Oh,” Dream felt dumbfounded, before entering a caregiving mindset for his little one, “C’mere…”

The borrower scurried into Dream’s hands, needy and desperate for the attention.

Another clap of thunder tore through the room, it was much closer this time. George cried loudly at the sound and his tail wrapped around Dream’s fingers.

“Shh,” Dream cooed to the little one, “I’ve got you, your papa has you…”

George squeaked out meakly, not letting go of the tight grip around his caretaker’s fingertips. He was beyond anxious, fretting about the thunder striking nearer and nearer until it-

The borrower’s world was suddenly dark, dark and wet. He looked around and spotted the teeth trapping him.

Dream awkwardly opened his mouth and spoke weirdly, “Is okay, I’ll ‘otect you.”

His mouth closed again, and Dream sloshed the borrower around between his cheeks gently, covering every inch of his little one in saliva. He felt tiny hands against his teeth, then on his tongue, and felt George sit on his tongue and slowly glide down. To aid him, Dream titled his head back and gave a loud swallow.

A few gulps, and George’s body was hugged by Dream’s esophagus, being squished as he was sent down to Dream’s stomach to stay comfortable and protected inside him.

In there, the thunder sounded so far away, and nothing could get to the little. He was safe as long as his caregiver was watching out, always there to make sure George was alright and comfortable.

His eyes felt heavy, and his limbs felt tired.

George yawned, snuggling up in the small spit pool, feeling warmed by the temperature and the fleshy walls hugging him.

The little fell asleep with one last yawn, mind drifting away into a happy place far far from the scary thunder.

[infernal-general]

LOVE BOMBING CONTINUES

(ෆ ͒•∘̬• ͒)◞” + The lore and story is super detailed, well written and tells me so much about Hungarian culture. It's super intriguing and beyond amazing how well it'd written. Both educational, engaging and i always look forward to learning more

(ෆ ͒•∘̬• ͒)◞” + Bruh I adore your drabbles about the hellfire ans how Rozy copes with it. Especially when it comes to how it affects her personality, sanity, etc. A super tragic situation that you manage to portray perfectly

(ෆ ͒•∘̬• ͒)◞” + Though i think you get across well that Rozy is mostly good you also portray her other side very well, her toxic traits, her dark side and truly sadistic personality. As you said though there are good elements to her she is not a Saint and has/will do many fucked up, terrible things

(ෆ ͒•∘̬• ͒)◞” + tall buff lady go brrr

From some writing meme

1.

Thank you so much!!! And I'm really glad you feel this way as I wanted to bring something new into the rpc. But I didn't want it to be turned into a dusty history lesson, I'm happy to hear I could maintain it the way I wanted and keep it interesting, engaging and fun to learn.

2. From you, that means much more than you think. The Fire Within trilogy got a fourth loose installment which indeed shows the depths of the corruption. It is a tricky situation to write as by now she is in a constant limbo of heroic acts or ruthless torture. She both found and lost herself at the same time. And she didn't ask for any of this shit.

3. Thank you. She has a strict, strong moral code which survived centuries and demonic possession; but she was never the hero nor she thinks she is. Rozy, after breaking free from the Vatican was always and is a war general willing to do anything to protect or avenge her army. I'm glad that the actually...she's not a good person is coming across, despite the red cape often associated with heroic characters. However I'm not saying she's 100% terrible either or her actions always have a hidden motive (that's Raia). She lives by the mottos of the freedom fight she died in Freedom, Equality and Brotherhood & she's capable of being selfless. Even if it means getting injured in the process.

4.

...yes.

[plushcat42]

I may fill in the info boxes on the right but oh well

Apocalypse Vanessa reference go brrr

This is going to be an info dump so don’t expect it to be organized lmfao

CW: Mentions of Child Death(first paragraph only I believe), Violence

Living in a society that’s fallen isn’t exactly ideal but Vanessa makes due with what she has,png since having been desensitized to the death and violence a long time ago. Although it came at a cost. When the apocalypse first started, Vanessa lost her little sister; Sarah to a horde. Not only seeing her sister die but having to be the one to kill Sarah’s reanimated body. It was a strong and sharp blow that Vanessa never fully recovered from even multiple years into the apocalypse. She’s still haunted by nightmares and hallucinations in the dark by a twisted visage of her dead sister. Not that Vanessa recovered from a loss she suffered before the apocalypse even started either. They are two losses she never recovered from.

However, Vanessa did try to survive with the friends she had made before this ever started but slowly one by one she watched them either die or disappear. Setting into her disassociated mind that she can’t get emotionally attached to anyone very early on. Starting a strong detach from the empathy she once had that was so loosely held together that Vanessa doesn’t know when she “lost” the ability to empathize altogether.

The apocalypse teaches you to be cold and selfish. Think only for yourself and you’ll survive just fine. Something Vanessa took to heart, so when survivor groups or ‘settlements’ began to form pushing for selfishness in a society that’s fallen apart she turned her nose up at the mere idea of joining them. After all why risk being hurt by the pain of loss again when being a loner protects her from grief that can blind her judgement? It’s a risk she’d rather not take.

Wielding an assortment of weapons, Vanessa prefers melee weapons as they don’t make the noise firearms do. Although she does carry around a handgun just in case. Her main weapon of choice depends on the situation at hand but it tends to be a crowbar or pipe. Although Vanessa also uses a knife or machete if stealth grants her the opportunity of getting in close. She is only ever really seen using her axe to easily behead corpses, something that’s become second nature at this point.

Although something that followed her into her life as a survivor that’s not exactly a great habit is her insomnia and smoking. If anything they’ve gotten worse.

Since living near any densely populated area is a danger, Vanessa tends to lurk on the outskirts. Originally being more nomadic in nature until she found an empty warehouse near an old factory. The area was pretty low in the terms of undead populous and no living people seemed to be around. So she started fortifying it. Vanessa herself doesn’t really know why she decided a warehouse of all places was where she wanted to ‘base’ but it was something. If anything she spends more time in the factory itself than the warehouse, having fortified the complex and not just one building on it.

Using the skills she had on hand and learned, Vanessa did manage to keep power in a small sector of the complex, only using it for minimal lighting but mainly for heat.

Being accustomed to the dark, being in well lit areas does make Vanessa noticeably paranoid. She knows that despite having poor eyesight, the undead are attracted to light(and movement) and fears well lit areas will become a beacon for the undead. She also avoids making as much noise as possible. Hence why she doesn’t like the use of firearms even if they are effective at killing, it’s to much noise and draws too much attention. Although storms are a nice break, the loud noise all around tends to make it harder for the undead to hear you specifically.

Somehow Vanessa did find and become white attached to two animals. A cat she’s named Phantom and a dog she’s named Rookie. Neither help her survive at all but regardless she does care about them a lot. And rationalizes it by saying it’s not a person, and she promised herself she wouldn’t get attached to another person. Even if that doesn’t fully make sense when she’s afraid of loss itself. Or her mantra of being selfish for survival since she goes out of her way to make sure Phantom and Rookie can eat.

However, while she may not be as hardened as she thinks she is. Vanessa is still selfish and not to be trusted. As most survivors are really. Since she tends to not let herself bond with other people, Vanessa is usually not above sacrificing someone else’s life for her own. And has left people for dead to save herself in the past(granted it’s usually people she has beef with but still). One of the things she is known to do is cutting the hamstrings or anything that makes it harder for someone to move quickly really; especially if she’s fleeing a horde. It may be cruel but it’s kept her alive.

Naturally suspicious of people, Vanessa finds people who are naive or ignorant especially untrustworthy as it’s hard to be either of those things in an apocalypse(in her opinion) and generally believes naïveté and ignorance to be an act of manipulation to have her drop her guard. Although it does work, and when Vanessa either leaves them or in her eyes, has to do something to sacrifice them to ensure she makes it out of a situation alive; feels guilty for it. A part of her genuinely does want to help them become less naive or less ignorant but she’s become so untrusting that it’s hard to take those traits at face value. But it gets under her skin because Vanessa knew people who were genuinely naive, when ignorant about the situation at hand that she has watched die while “under her protection”. Again, the reason why she doesn’t do friends anymore. She gets protective and it always leads to loss, grief and blaming herself for the death. Energy she doesn’t have the ability to sacrifice now that every little action could mean life or death.

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Devildom Shelter and Rehabilitation Center Ch. 1

WARNINGS: (GN Dom Reader known as Dr. MC with You and They pronouns), Xenobiology/philia, Game hunting/Poaching, Angst, Gore/Body Horror, Possessiveness, Medical, Sex Toys technically, Monsterfuckery, Whump, Polyamory, Mention of fighting rings/neglect/abuse, People being shitty, World building go brrr, Other tags to be added

Similar to Pet AU by @phantasmiafxndom and The SCP Fandom (both contain dark content beware!!)

You and your friend Solomon work together at Devildom, a shelter and rehabilitation center for all sorts of Demons ranging from Little Ds/Imps to your average Demons, but now you have 7 new patients. Avatar Class Demons. These more monstrous creatures haven’t been seen in so long, that taking care of them will be an absolute priority.

Today seemed like a normal day, you got up and went through your morning routine like clockwork. Solomon was always at work before you but the two of you liked to make it a game even if you always ‘lost’, but your coworker knew not to push you too far out of his respect for your dedication to helping the Demons that inhabit your shared workplace. An old castle used to be where the large spread of buildings sit, though some argued that letting the crumbling mass be torn down instead of being preserved for historical value plagued the area around your work space despite the more than prepared guards who were suited up to handle any type of attack. Human or Demon. 

Passing by the guards with quick greetings you entered into the lobby where the hall split into two directions, to the left for visitors and to the right for staff. You waved to the barely awake Amanda before scanning your keycard and ID and standing back as the heavy steel doors whirred to life and their inner mechanisms unlocked with heavy clunking sounds. Once the light turned on you pushed your way past the parting doors and didn’t flinch as they quickly slammed shut behind you, creating a puff of air against your back. You turned to the break room and saw Solomon already sipping a cup of coffee, pointing to another one on the counter next to him. 

“You didn’t let it cool down did you?” You ask, face scrunching up at the idea as you put your belongings on the table nearby and grabbed the cup. Good, it was still warm. 

“You know I would never do something that cruel to you, my star pupil.” He smiled over the rim of his cup while you sat down in one of the chairs tucked into the table.

“Yeah yeah you old fart~” You tease back, rolling your eyes in fake annoyance. It had been so long since you joined Devildom and was tucked under the Demonologist Solomon King’s wing, it’s hard to even remember what it was like back then when you didn’t know any better about the cute and creepy hidden behind those heavy doors. 

At first you found him arrogant and unnecessarily cryptic but over time you realized that wasn’t all who was, he deserved to be confident since he was one of if not the most knowledgeable Demonologist in the country, even back in Jerusalem he was renowned for his abilities so his reputation was nothing but pure gold to work with. At least now you could appreciate your mentor’s personality, though his ability to cook would have you rather eating the bricks your joint workspace was built with. You sipped your coffee and idly played on your phone until a timer went off to alert you that it was almost time to clock in and officially start the work day. 

You stood up and walked over to your locker and kneeled, quickly unlocked it via inputting your personal keycode. Solomon chugged the last of his coffee and offered you a hand to help you up, which you took with a silly expression as you tossed your now empty coffee cup into the trashcan by the door. The two of you walked together down the hall and turned into a section of rooms where the Little Ds were kept. You handed Solomon a clipboard and free pen before you pulled on some protective gloves and shoe covers as per policy when interacting with any class of Demon. The Imps kept in their little containment units weren’t a huge risk but it was better to be safe than sorry, since it was so early for the typically nocturnal creatures you were coming in to inspect them a bit before they needed to go to bed. Solomon read over the previous inspection papers from the earlier shift as you unlocked the first door into the Yellow Unit and stepped in only to be greeted by the loud chirps and growls of the bouncy demons at your feet. 

The round shadowy demons scattered around your boots, claws yanking at the protective sleeve despite not being able to tear the industrial material. You counted all the little heads and relayed to Solomon. 

“I count 21 Yellow Imps. Can you confirm?” You ask, eyes not leaving the crowd below as Solomon counted them in record time, nodding and writing down the number. 

“I confirm 21 Yellow Imps. Do you see Number 2?” He asked as you knelt down slowly into the swarm of small creatures, hands parting the crowd in order to find the one you needed.

Number 2 let out a cackling noise as he skittered up into your hands, mouth stretched into a huge grin. You nod, “I have found Number 2, do I proceed?” 

Solomon rereads the entry from the previous sheet of paper and gives you a thumbs up without looking up from the clipboard. So you let the demon crawl up your shoulder so you can hear him better as you inspect the rest of the Greed Imps, fingers pressing into their mostly solid bodies and watching how their ombre eyes move under your practiced gaze. Number 2 happily chattered away in your ear as he updated you on what happened during the night time shift. Of course you had to double check with Solomon to make sure everything on paper was accurate to the recordings of earlier. 

You noted out loud, “Number 16 and Number 9 apparently fought over a piece of food that ended in them clawing at each other so hard that the head covers that looked similar to comically small top hats that were knocked off which resulted in a small bout of confusion in figuring out which ‘hat’ belonged to who.” 

After you felt Number 21’s fangs to make sure that they were in safe condition you let them down and let the smaller demon float away back into a small separate group amongst the room of Imps. Number 2 gripped your ear but you cooed at him and ran the pad of your thumb over his horns. 

“I know, little guy but Dr. King and I have to go inspect the other Imps okay? We’ll see you again in the middle of our shifts for your afternoon vitals check and once more for your breakfast once it’s night time. I pinky promise~” You giggle as you feel your finger get hugged and rubbed against by a chubby cheek before Number 2 let you put him back down on the ground to rejoin the rest of his friends.

You looked around before standing up fully and stepping carefully to avoid squashing any shadow demons before Solomon followed suit, shutting the door behind him and locking it and checking off the status of the Yellow Unit. The rest of inspections went as smooth as possible for having to handle 126 other Imps, especially with the more volatile natures of Envy in the Orange Unit and Wrath in the Green Unit, who always fought for your attention and each other during this time of day. 

The Sloth Imps always gave you nerves at how limp they would look when laying on the ground as if dead and deflated but with enough practice you were able to tell that all of them were simply asleep or playing dead to avoid having to do much during your inspection. Sometimes their sleep schedules would mess with the typical nocturnal activities of demons but Sloth Imps simply operated a little differently than their 6 Alternates.

Right after locking the Sloth’s Purple Unit, Solomon’s radio came to life and a voice from another employee shouted out. “ALL S RANK STAFF MEMBERS TO LOADING DOCK. I REPEAT: ALL S RANK STAFF TO LOADING DOCK! WE HAVE A CODE A-R. CODE A-R. OVER AND OUT!” 

Solomon’s calm smile broke into a near manic grin as he slipped the clipboard into the bin by the Purple Unit’s door and grabbed you by the wrist. Your memory shook as you went through all the codes in your workbook and what A-R could mean while Solomon whipped through lower ranked staff members like a bat out of Hell (heh). 

I-S meant Imps, and if they were a single color class then the first letter of their color would be listed. I-S-Y, for Yellow. For example.

L-D meant Lower Demons. Your typical run of the mill average creature without any color class, though L-D-S and L-D-I was for Succubi and Incubi and needed more specific security features in order to make sure only specialized staff members would work with the charming demons. 

H-D was for the less common Higher Demon, which was honestly just there just in case Devildom actually did somehow get a stronger demon in their facility. 

CODE KING was the reddest of red flags. There was a King Demon a very, very, very long time ago but he eventually went to Sleep and his son took over along with a servant/guardian demon but those were practically mythical demons, similar to the rusty CODE G which was reserved for High Ranking Angels. But you didn’t work with Angels so you barely knew anything about what their codes would be. 

A-R… CODE A-R… 

“Oh shit-” You mumbled out loud as Solomon slapped his clearance pass against the key reader and brought you into the giant loading dock, which could be compared to a large warehouse in regards to size and space.

A-R meant Avatar Class Demons. Not quite as powerful as those that would warrant a Code King, but those that were so beyond the strength of Higher Demons that they had to get their own category. Avatars hadn’t been sighted since The Great Depression, where the country basically became an upper level of Hell until things got back to normal. Not that you would consider nowadays to be Heavenly but it was better than back then. 

Devildom’s personal militia came into the loading dock with seven large reinforced cubes, slight dents and scratches just barely showing under the dock’s bright lights. That was definitely a concern. Those cubes weren’t cheap because they were special made for the strongest demons you had on record. That is, ever since the last sighting of any of the seven Avatars. Wait- there were seven cubes. If you didn’t count that two were connected on their own separate bed that pulled the ungodly weight inside of course. 

You looked to Solomon and he looked back to you, the expression on his face was a mixture of sheer horror and absolutely nerding out. And the noises from inside some of the cubes didn’t help with your instinctive urge to hide away… But you didn’t get this job because you were a weak willed coward, you passed all the tests and waivers with flying colors, even able to resist the charm abilities of the Succubi/Incubi in containment and back at the testing range. 

You gripped Solomon’s hand for a brief moment before letting out a sigh and stepping forward to meet up with another S Rank Scientist who was also star struck at the trembling metallic cubes.

“Dr. Smith what do you know so far, we heard you over the radio.” Solomon spoke up as you looked over your shoulder to the cubes being carted away to a different part of the dock in order to figure out the rest of the processing order. 

“We got a call from a small group of hikers who noticed that a mansion nearby that was previously in pristine condition last week was now engulfed in flame, with giant holes and what looked like bite or claw marks in the wall and surrounding vehicles. Then of course the noises of people screaming and intense violence as one demon flew out of the flames to pluck a running man up and tossed him into the air like a toy before being let to crash into the ground. No casualties from the reporting group but they just narrowly were able to escape.” Smith sighed, her lip tightening as one cube bucked on its bed as whatever was inside was beginning to wake up from the countless shots of paralytics and tranquilizers, potentially sedatives if the previous ones weren’t enough.

“Looks like someone’s waking up, we need to get these demons under control so we can safely process them. Get Rogers and Ubah and the S-Medics and we’ll meet you at the lab okay?” You say before dragging Solomon with you to the lab with a group of armored guards around you. It was best that you go into the lab protected in case those cubes didn’t hold back the rowdy demon inside. Part of you couldn’t help but be impressed by the damage the metallic walls were handling before showing any signs of violence from the inhabitants. 

After a bit of anxious waiting the lab showed a green light above the doors and a loud buzzing sound was heard. Your team slowly entered the doorway as Smith jogged up to you. 

“It’s not as bad as we thought but it’s still pretty rough. One demon has had a pair of wings cut off, another is currently regrowing severed limbs while the one that woke up early is muzzled despite being able to spit acid, but the metal is still keeping the mouth mostly shut.” She said, leading you and Solomon to the slightly smaller part of the lab where the two of you gazed through secured glass to see the creatures being carefully processed by nurses operating machines and some guards near the enter and exit ways in each section of the processing tables.

Their forms were unlike you had ever seen before, much larger than even your biggest demons in the entirety of Devildom. Since the full reveal of the unconscious bodies wasn’t completely visible you had to guess the giant insectoid centaur with double the amount of nurses and guards working on it was just one example on how large and monstrous Avatars could get. 

Smith must’ve heard you thinking and commented, “The one with a separate team has a fast metabolism so they need to work twice as fast to avoid waking it up and potentially eating someone. It was found halfway through swallowing part of a pick up truck.”

Your stomach coiled at the idea of eating metal but you were human, gifted as all get out but that was still a big leap to try and take. You made sure to balance the clinical and compassion as you were walked away into another area where you were going to observe each individual demon with assistance as others like you did the same. 

It took quite a while but soon enough you watched as the demon you were assigned was deposited into a large transparent cell kept inside a larger cube made of layered metal like the cubes back in the loading dock. It laid there limply on the ground, slowly breathing in and out as the medication was still racing through the demon’s system. 

You look to your side at the table of supplies given to you and you pressed the button on your recording equipment to begin a live documentation, as customary.

“This is Dr. MC doing a first observation of one of the seven Avatars transported to Devildom Shelter and Rehabilitation Center as of 7:39 AM on May 8th 2022. Subject is currently unconscious from processing but vitals show no need for concern, administered medication has done its job and the demon should be waking up within the hour. While full visual of the creature’s body is impossible at the moment, what can be noted is that the full length from head to tail is approximately 2.3 meters. Height and weight to be added in later upon observation. It has gold and black feather that cover most of the body while some metallic scales appear underneath some, especially near the feet and underbelly that extends from the bottom jaw to the end of the tail.” 

The demon twitches slightly and you pause for a moment as it shifts slightly on the flat floor, a talon scratches into the stone ground. 

“7:46 AM, signs of waking up are already noticeable with sudden muscle movement. One primary talon appears to be up to 35 centimeters long… Two spiraling horns exit from the temples of the skull that end in a curved point with an estimated length of 59 centimeters. The right horn has a reforming sawline in it, but has been wrapped and braced to avoid any further damage.”

You take a sip of water and continue to watch as your assigned demon slowly begins to move, it’s wings flexing to reveal a fleshy underside that was previously covered by a  thick skin that peeked from some feathers near the first shoulder blade. You make sure to make note of the bronze colored claws at the ends of the black skinned wings as well as the strange white bones that you should be struggling to see through the dark skin but they appear to be highlighted in a luminous powder. Strange. 

Some time passes… This was always the tense part of processing new demons. The waiting… It was akin to climbing to the top of a rollercoaster but never quite reaching the top until your patient woke up with typically unhappy responses. It was a test of patience, that's for sure.

“8:14 AM, Avatar is unresponsive but does have occasional activity of the muscles and quicker breathing that lasts for fifteen seconds before calming down to a slow rhythm. The wings have attempted flapping but don’t do much before tiring out and folding back into the sides of the subject’s back, almost as if a type of camouflage as the dark skin blends in with the darker parts of the feathers coating its body. Will keep an eye on that aspect in further testing.”

A groan cuts through the air as your demon starts twitching again, the white feathers around its head puff up as the face scrunches up like someone was shining a bright light in the demon’s face. You looked up to the ceiling and personally didn’t find the lights that bright but if it was to be compared to the sun just barely being up outside the facility you would note how that might feel different for someone who was drugged out of their mind. 

“Mmmmnngff…” The demon slurs out with effort, visibly trying to shake itself awake from the heavy weight of the medication.

“8:26 AM, subject is now making noise and attempting to force the body to move…” You say quieter than before just in case the demon continues making any noise.

A few minutes of silence… You sigh under your breath and watch as it squirms weakly on the ground, the feathers at the end of the long tail fluttering slightly. You fidget in your seat, tilting your head slightly to see if there were any more of those white feathers surrounding the demon’s tanned humanoid face but only the front claws had some white on them, potentially white from the powder that made the bones of the wings’ underside stand out more against the skin. Your mind couldn’t help but think when those white feathers puffed up that your demon looked like a dandelion, which was very amusing despite how dangerous an Avatar Class Demon could get.

A few more slurred noises as the creature slowly tried shaking off the slumber, kicking out a hind leg and stretching it out so that the dark talons could fully flex. The tail flicked once more. Then the two wings fanned out at a marvelous length despite being shorter than a normal avian would need in order to carry their body length. Stunning. The gold of the feathers glimmered against the ceiling’s set of lights and you couldn’t help but stand up from your chair and walk a bit closer to the clear container. 

Suddenly two eyes popped open, a blur of blue and yellow almost made them look gray against the orange tinted sclera. The pupils widened upon seeing you on the other side of the glass before the demon bolted from you and puffed up, baring a set of large teeth that were oddly blunt versus the sets of canines that were a good 13 centimeters long each. It squawked at you and flapped the short wings, obviously showing off how big and dangerous this demon could be and you simply stood there and watched, putting a hand up to tell the guards by the door to stand down as you could hear the sound of their boots hitting the ground in order to protect you.

“Hello there,” You wave up at the demon who snarled at you and flared the few tail feathers up at you, which almost looked like a face if you looked at the arrangement at the right angle. “I’m Dr. MC and I’m not here to hurt you. You’re safe here. The rest of the demons you were found with are being taken care of too. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

The demon clawed at the wall behind it and to the side before giving up and then trying to headbutt the glass separating you and it. You ask again, keeping your voice calm but firm.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” 

A pause before the demon made a strange noise akin to clearing its throat before the guttural noises peeled back into a voice you found oddly human. It wasn’t a nice voice but you don’t blame it for being scared.

“Why should I trust what you say, puny human?” The demon spat out at you, finally deflating a little while still holding eye contact. 

You give it a shrug, “You don’t have to, I just know that some poachers saw you and your group and decided to get it on your claws and such. The carnage was reported and we safely transported you here so no one else would get hurt, including the seven of you.”

It rolled it’s eyes at you before squinting, “They tried to saw off my horn! They got what they deserved.” The creature growled, reaching up as if to make sure the horn was still there, only to pause at the brace and bandages holding the nearly severed horn in the right position. 

You smiled as the dots finally started connecting in the demon’s mind. You? A human. Or well, a set of humans. Gathered his brothers together to get away from those disgusting hunters who treated them like garbage? Why would you do something like that?

“That’d be a shame, they’re very nice horns. I don’t think I’ve ever seen horns that spiral so many times.” You say, looking up at them nonchalantly. 

“Don’t try to butter me up! You have me in a cage! Why I oughta…” The feathers began to puff up again as the demon slammed a hand down.

The guards tried to move but you turned to them and shouted, “I TOLD YOU TO STAND DOWN.” 

The demon’s eyes widened slightly as the strange humans holding guns backed away from you and went back to the area by the door. Such a soft thing like you caring so much but still having so much authority in your voice… He hated to admit it but that was impressive to see. So he wouldn’t! 

You turn back to it, “I apologize. These types of containment areas are temporary, once you’re all cleared for rehabilitation we can get you set up in ones much more comfortable and personable if that’s to you liking. We’ve never had an Avatar here, much less seven all at once! It will take a while so sorry for the inconvenience and discomfort. Speaking of which, since we’re speaking now. Do you have a name that humans can utter in order to address you?”

He stepped back slightly, what kind of trick was this? Some good cop bad cop schtick? This Avatar of Sin knew much better! Well, usually… It had been so long to have a human stay cautious but still so kind despite how easy it would be to reenact what happened back at that horrible mansion in the forest…

“You may call me The Great Mammon. And ‘m guessin you want to know my sin too? Well, it’s Greed so my new nest better be full of only the best things.” He smirked, puffing out his scaly chest so you could see how broad it was. 

“Of course Mammon, Avatar of Greed. We’ll see what we can do.” You turn to the recording equipment and speak more clearly, “8:38 AM, subject self identified as The Great Mammon, the Avatar of Greed. It has passed the observational period and soon it will be-” “It? Do I look like a lamp to ya human?! You can use He for me or nothin at all.” He huffed. Why were facing away from him now? He surely hadn’t bored you already.

You bowed in apology, “Correction: Mammon uses He/Him pronouns. Not Negotiable. He will soon enter the interview period where we can piece together the story on how Mammon and other six Avatars got into Devildom’s care. End of recording.” You press a finger down on the button to stop recording and then reach for your water, taking a few swigs before turning to speak to Mammon again.

“My name isn’t human by the way. You can call me MC although you will hear me addressed as Dr. MC with They/Them pronouns.  I will have to do stuff like record official conversations and whatnot between us for the people in charge but during times like this we can be a little more casual, but remember you’re not in charge or in danger while here. We’ll need you to work with us so we can make sure you and your group recover safely before even thinking of releasing you back into the wild, okay? We can’t promise perfection, but we can try.” You smile at Mammon as he looks down at you at his default height on all fours at 1.7 meters tall, you estimate while standing on his hind legs he’d be around double or so that. 

You’ll make sure to make note of that later. 

“So Mammon, those medications must have you feeling pretty woozy. I’m guessing you’ll want some food and water that isn’t human flesh sometime soon?” You ask, knowing the guards never fully got used to how casual your tone got when not doing Big Doctor Stuff. 

He shrugged slightly, “I’m kinda thirsty but not so hungry. But Beelzebub will definitely be hungry if he isn’t already, I’d watch your arms around him. Those are like french fries to him.”

You blink at him, “Which one’s Beelzebub?”

Mammon raised a brow at you before remembering you didn’t know his name until he told you. “The big fly guy, ya know? Honeycomb eyes, buzzes loud and was covered in blood.” He waved a claw in a vague gesture like how his brother would fly around.

You nod, “Oh right! Big guy that Beelz… I’ll make sure to pass that along-”

He interrupted you, “And when you mentioned not promising perfection! Don’t say that to Lucifer, the big black feathered mostly bird guy with the long neck. He DEMANDS perfection, stubborn asshole…” 

You were happy to learn more of the names of the Avatars at Devildom. Apparently they were all brothers who were traveling to a bigger area to spread out and hunt in until those poachers got each of them in sets of snares, traps and blowgun-like tools to give them stuff to make them unable to move. 

Poor Lucifer (Pride) was fully conscious when having his lower set of wings torn off… Beelzebub (Gluttony) would be regenerating his sliced off arms and one leg back soon but it was still gruesome. Satan’s (Wrath) metal muzzle would have to be removed while he was still under or else his acid would make whoever was operating on him turn into swiss cheese. Thankfully Belphegor (Sloth) and Asmodeus (Lust) were mostly unharmed as the hooved demon was just choking out whatever he could reach with his tail while Asmodeus the drama queen now had cuts on his smooth skin and scratches on his glistening carapace. 

Solomon was assigned Asmodeus for observational period and it became very evident that Asmo ruled over Lust via his “demonstration” of trying to charm Solomon and then throwing a tantrum before “giving him a show” so that he could see how truly beautiful The Avatar of Lust was. Cleaning crew was going to have a field day in his containment cell. 

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

Akai Shuichi Masterlist 1

You can find my second Akai Shuichi masterlist on my blog.

Detective x Family: Akai’s Version

Sitting on his lap headcanons

Aftercare Headcanons

Clingy!Reader Headcanons

v short petname post + imagine

Dating headcanons

Model!Reader Headcanons

Jealousy Headcanons, you and him

Former NOC!Reader headcanons

Reader with frequent headaches Headcanons

Pregnant Reader Headcanons

At the Gate (Angst)

Shrunken Kaito headcanons

Akai x Trans!reader headcanons

Teasing going too far Headcanons

Akai x After Dark by Mr Kitty Drabble

Akai x Dark Red by Steve Lacey Drabble

Short post (fem!reader)

Drabble size kink go brrr

Versatile s/o headcanons (clingy and loud, motherly and quiet)

Akai x With me by sum 41 Drabble (Akai finally returns to the Reader after his mission)

Akai x A Match Into Water by Pierce The Veil Drabble

Valentines Day Headcanon

Reader flinches at loud noises

Comfort (family problems) Headcanons

Confession Headcanons

Lawyer!reader being kidnapped

Bad Day comfort Headcanons

Akai x touchstarved!reader Headcanons

Reader comforting Akai after a difficult mission Headcanons

Agent!reader gets injured on a mission

Nurse!Reader Headcanons

Thinking it’s unrequited love for Akai but it isn’t Headcanons

Akai’s smell

Insecure!reader Headcanons

Red String (Multifandom)

Stealing his clothes Headcanons

Day in the life of his spouse

Soft Moments with Akai

Having a child with Akai Headcanons

Warm Days and Snow

Reader having a chronic illness Headcanons

Birthday Headcanons

Taking care of sick!Akai Headcanons

Oneshot: Akai unable to come back from a mission

Oneshot: wanting to break up with Akai for Subaru

Reader stops trying to convey their feelings for Akai

Driving with their s/o

Loosing a Pet Headcanons

Matching Hearts Drabble

Small and Pretty Drabble (male!reader)

Fighting over which Organisation Kaito will become part of drabble

Akai’s s/o having a stalker Headcanons

Being in love with a childhood friend Headcanons

Reader with arthritis/joint pain Headcanons

Proposing to his s/o Headcanons

Setting Sun: On the beach with his s/o Drabble

Trying to get shy!reader to call him by his firstname Headcanons

Setting Sun: Hiking with Akai Drabble

Children of Dawn: Meeting an old childhood friend again Headcanons

Setting Sun: Romantic Getaway Drabble

Laying on his Lap Drabble

Comforting Headcanons: waiting for exam results

Getting a kitten that looks like Akai Headcanons

Akai encouraging reader to have better eating habits

Bedridden s/o due to an injury Headcanons

Reader who enjoys debates Headcanons

Akai x reader who dissociates Headcanons

"What would you do if you caught me cheating?"

And Just by Chance We Will Meet Again

Exam comfort for the Reader Drabble

Amusement Park Date Headcanons

Insomniac/Sleepy!Reader Headcanons

Oblivious!Reader Headcanons

First Kiss Drabble

Volvariella Volvacea

Perfect for Me

The New Beginnings

Protectiveness Headcanons

Unintentional/Accidental Confession Drabble

Comforting each other after nightmares

Reader with an overactive mind and rambles a lot Headcanons

Appreciating the reader's body Drabble

Winter Event: Furuya x Reader x Akai Drabble

NOC!reader figuring out that Shuichi faked his death

Reader who can fight/knows martial arts

Sherlockian Reader

Oblivous!reader

Spring Matsuri

800 Followers Event

Reader who doesn't like yelling

Taking care of Akai because he works so hard for us 🥺

Criminal by Britney Spears x Akai

Kamisama Hajimemashita by Hanae x Furuya/Reader/Akai

Saturn by Sleeping At Last x Akai

Imagine: Reader as a sniper specialist

Quiet, easily flustered reader HC

Holmes and Adler

Sad bc of Childhood Comfort Reply

Bad period symptoms HC

[redrobin-detective]

Ben 10 lore that exists in my heart regardless of canon

- Ben’s personality in his mid-late teens is a mix of his Alien Force and Omniverse self. On the surface, he’s very cheerful and kind even if he is a bit of arrogant showoff. He makes jokes and plays around and acts as if he isn’t bothered by the things in his life. Those who know him best understand a good portion of his outward confidence and cockiness is just a facade to cover up his insecurities and to project the ideal, effortless hero. While sometimes seen as immature, most beings know Ben 10 means business as he takes his unofficial job and people’s safety very seriously. He’s clever, adaptable, charismatic and empathetic which makes him a formidable opponent and a loyal friend. Doesn’t open up easily but if you get to him, he become so dearly attached. 

- Drinks smoothies so much for several reasons. Comfort food go brrr, reminds him of the good easy times with him Gwen and Kev. It’s also a light but generally nutritous food to give him energy for heroing. Anything too heavy and he’ll be puking (both from physical and emotional stress). Though he jokes about his mom’s health foods, his are a crazy concoction of add in proteins and vitamins/minerals bc he knows he’ll out and out collapse without it. (Still has on occasion bc boy still doesn’t eat right/enough)

- While Fame is exciting for him at first he soon begins to detest it. Not the fans, no, he can’t bring himself to hate the people who look up to him. But he hates the constant attention, that he can’t walk outside without being mobbed. the only place he feels safe is his hometown where most people are so used to him and his weirdness that they don’t react much anymore. Takes to wearing a cape and face shield when going out anywhere so he can actually get things done without being recognized and mobbed.

- Part of the reason Bellwood isn’t concerned with Ben is partially because ben’s been weird and alien for as long as they can remember but also many don’t realize how famous/powerful he is. Yeah that’s just Ben Tennyson over there, sometimes he turns into funny creatures- wait what do you MEAN he’s the savior of the universe?? He cried over a spilled smoothie the other day.

- Does mostly online schooling by the time he’s 15. At first he tries to do half day things to maintain something of a normal life but it quickly becomes overwhelming and dangerous him/the school. Finishes his GED early but the Plumbers and Azmuth make him take additional college level and alien courses to prepare him for his future role. Ben gripes but really does love learning all these things, especially on his terms (ADHD and stress + the public school system do not always go hand in hand). He’s a quick learner when he deems the information important and is made accessible to his learning needs.

- Ben definitely has ADHD speaking of which, it was nearly uncontrollable as a child bc his free-spirited parents didn’t believe in medicating. Ben convinced them he needed it and after some trial and error, found meds that worked. As he became more involved in heroics/growing up he had to change his medicine regimen (resulting in him being a bit more off the rails in OV) and needed antidepressants and therapy to manage it better. As an adult he has a whole litany of coping mechanisms (good and bad yes) and regularly checks in with his therapist and doctors to keep things under control. 

- Has a complicated relationship with his necrofriggian children. Considers himself their mother and worries after them. They too feel a connection to their parent despite this being unusual for their species. A few visit (some more than others) while they grow while others maintain distance. Ben never breathes a word of them to the media for fear of them being targeted. Still he keeps an eye on them and ensures all 14 mature to adulthood (another rarity for the species). Checks in every now and again with the ones who don’t want to see him and those that do. Two join the Plumbers and Ben is both proud and worried. His youngest becomes partners with Rook Ben.

- Just in general loves kids, they’re his favorite fans and while he’ll grumble at pushy adult fans he always smiles and kneels down for the little ones. Not so secretly wanted to have children of his own but knew it was a risk overall and used a lot of that energy with mentoring and teaching. Eventually had Kenny later in life (late 30s-40s) and was over the moon, becoming such a loving and doing parent or as much as he could be with his hectic schedule. 

- Omnitrix can’t come off, never has at any point since it first latched onto Ben’s arm. Azmuth tried and failed to get the device off, doesn’t let Ben know for many years as he feared the consequences. The watch loves and protects Ben even beyond it’s programming making him much more durable to damage and releasing energy charges when he’s threatened. Not even removing Ben’s arm would separate them. They’re stuck for life.

- Ben does have Anodite heritage but the Omnitrix actively suppresses it and uses the built up energy to power the transformations which is why ben is mostly unaffected by what should cause a massive energy drain on him. Theoretically if Ben learned to harness and safely use his Mana at an early age like Gwen he would have been fine but letting it build up without safe outlet meant activation would have killed him. Omnitrix Ben, however, went his whole life not knowing of his latent abilities and how the watch saved his life.

- Ben’s eyes get more green and glowy as time passes from the Omnitrix. At first they think its a trick of the light but by the time he’s an adult his eyes are pretty much glow in the dark. His veins light up too after long stretches of using the Omnitrix. Its vaguely unsettling to people who aren’t used to Ben.

- Max and the Earth Plumbers work so, so hard to keep teen Ben on Earth when half the universe is blowing up their comm lines asking for The Ben 10 to help with whatever problem of the day. Ben himself doesn’t quite understand when he’s younger the prestige and expectations on his shoulders. Max throws up a million and one roadblocks so Ben can live as normal a life as possible while he still can. Still, while doing that he Still overloads Ben with expectations and responsibilities on earth and beyond. He becomes a soldier again with Ben as their greatest weapon. He never forgave himself of losing sight of his grandson underneath the hero esp after Ben’s breakdown. 

- Rook partnership with Ben ends not long after Omniverse with his promotion to Magister. Ben tries to play it cool but the thought of another loved one/teammate leaving his tears him apart. Max revealing that Ben most likely wouldn’t get a new Plumber assigned partner since he’s almost an adult and won’t need it and Rook accidentally missing their last smoothie run due to a scheduling mishap causes Ben to snap and have the nervous breakdown that had been building for almost a decade. He completely loses it for a little while and needs to take an extended leave of absence from school and heroics that lasts about a year. Spends time recovering both on Earth and Galvan Prime, does some diplomatic training, learns about aliens, actually confronts the stress and loneliness of his life. He comes out the other side stronger but still fragile and exhausted.

- Ben’s above mentioned breakdown brings him closer to all his friends who didn’t quite realize the extent of Ben’s burden. Rook had been under the impression Ben didn’t like him all that much so the knowledge that his departure was the final straw for friend/hero’s collapse was shocking. Ben and Azmuth also become closer, the Galvan becoming fiercely protective of the boy seeing as his Earth family didn’t do well to keep him safe. It takes years for him to get over his anger at Max for putting so much on his grandchild. Ben makes more friends, in and out of the hero business, finally gets a therapist and gets some of his burdens eased a bit. It’s not a sure fire fix and Ben has several smaller breakdowns the rest of his life but its something.

- Azmuth was straight up suicidal before he met Ben for the first time. Ben gave him back hope for the universe and his ability to create items for peace not weapons. The boy infuriates him, frightens him, frustrates him but Azmuth cannot deny in his heart of hearts that he loves Ben dearly. He’s very upset at Ben’s breakdown and doesn’t know how to handle the worst of the initail outbursts. Azmuth talks Ben down from a suicide attempt. He reaches out to Ben that he Too felt overwhelmed by pressure, thought himself only good for war. Ben’s arrival in his life saved him and now he will do the same for Ben. It’s the first positive step forward in Ben’s recovery.

- For no other reason than I like it, Azmuth primarily refers to Ben as Benjamin (mostly to annoy the kid but he likes the way it sounds too) and Ben in softer, more serious moments. 

- Professor Paradox continues to flit in and out of Ben’s life. He says its because Ben is the most equipped to handle universal peril (true) but he’s also just very fond of the boy. Ben, existing in so many forms and having such importance also exists a beat outside of normal reality which Paradox identifies with. Ben is naturally attuned to time related problems because of this (instantly IDing Spanner as from the future before being told later deducing him to be his unborn son). Plus Ben named him, way back when. He’s just drawn to Ben.

- Adult Ben, while being seen as an impressively skilled fighter and champion, really has his strength as a universal diplomat of sorts. Based out of Earth, he helps mediate and defuse conflicts, advocate against tyranny and overall preserve peace and balance. He’s not perfect, he makes mistakes and sometimes is forced to become violent (and yes kill) but overall is regarded as a peacekeeper, something younger ben simply couldn’t understand. 

- Gwen gets her degree and primarily does work with advocacy and teaching about magic/alien culture. While she and Ben are still close, there’s a bit of a frustrated divide in that she isn’t helping him share the burden of the universe. Gwen never wanted to be a hero and has enough worth to not shackle herself to a job that’ll burn her out. Ben loves heroing but gives too much of himself away trying to fix everything. They get into screaming arguments that it wouldn’t be so bad out there if she just helped him but she refuses to budge and says he shouldn’t make himself do so much. They always make up and thy still are each other’s closest relationships.

- Ben marries Kai in a political move, Kai is Asexual and Ben Aromantic. They didn’t love each other but they got on well enough and Ben was really feeling the stress of carrying the hero burden so Kai also being involved made him feel like he wasn’t alone. Both were also so tired of the universe constantly asking about their love life and said ‘fuck it we’re married leave us alone’. Gwen was always mad about it feeling Ben deserved better but the two of them were happy with it. They had separate rooms, mostly separate lives but they became strong friends and supports with their strictly platonic marriage. They had Ken via Invitro in an incubator and were loving if extremely busy parents. 

- Also from the moment he appeared, Ben knew that Spanner was his future son, Kenny. He played ignorant and then was kind of deliberately teasing him in future encounters. He knew the rules of time and didn’t want to disrupt things further even if he was angry and worried as heck about why Ken felt the need to time travel. When future Ben catches up in the timeline, Kenny gets SUCH a lecture. 

- Ben isn’t quite immortal but he’s also not entirely human anymore either. The Omnitrix not only keeps him safe from most harm but it lightens the effect of aging. Ben 10 is active many, many years when most humans would have been forced to retire. He’s not sure how long the watch will keep him alive and it terrifies him. Gwen too is functionally immortal however she ages like a normal human, then when her natural death came, shed her skin and became a fulltime Anodite. So in the end, it was her and Ben together wondering which of them will die first. Gwen has trouble retaining her humanity as pure energy and swears she’ll let herself fizzle out when Ben goes. When that’ll be however...

[itz-darktrax]

Just noticed I never made a formal introduction on this blog. So here it is. (I needed to replace my pinned post anyway)

Introduction:

Hi! I'm Itz DarkTrax. You can call me Dark or Trax, and welcome to my main blog! I'm a cybernetic murderer obsessed with Big Hero 6, Cyberpunk, and more! I'm also an incarnation of Gogo, just gender-bent and evil >:)

Pronouns and Sexuality:

My pronouns are you/better/run (He/Him/His)

I identify as a threat (Male Heteroflexible)

Fandoms:

You will see I mostly reblog Big Hero 6 content. But occasionally I'll reblog things from Star Wars, Hollow Knight, Cyberpunk 2077, Cyberpunk Edgerunners, and Ghost In The Shell. You might also see me reblogging supercars, hypercars, sportscars, and other exotic vehicles.

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I have a handful of F/Os. They include Gogo Tomago (Big Hero 6) and Momakase (Big Hero 6 The Series), Motoko Kusanagi (Ghost In The Shell) and I will protect them with my life.

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[peskywyvern]

Y'all ready for some Grian headcanons-

- watchers are shapeshifters - grian loves to use this power often, explaining his different sets of wings each season, and all his different skins.

- He shifts his wings and appearance to stay on whatever theme he's decided on that season.

- in his watcher form, he has little floating eyeballs that help him.. well, watch. They can look in whatever direction they want, and move around a little bit by themselves. They also glow, making it easy to see in dark spaces. While Grian is in another form, they take a form that stays in theme with what he's been doing - e.g. parrots in season 7, wolves in last life, etc.

more below!!

- has very very sharp teeth, and little claws. they're more noticeable in Evo and Last Life. he also has pointy ears. basically a gremlin.

- watchers tend to be very similar to dragons instincts wise. this means he can be quite protective, and also has a tendency to hoard things.... storage system go brrr.

- The reason for the dragon instincts is because they technically are dragons. ever wondered where the ender dragons came from? yeah, they're just lower level watchers. They have dragon forms, humanoid forms and their shapeshifted forms, whatever they may be. This means that, yes, for all you dragon! grian enjoyers, grian is technically a dragon.

- Much like his actual skin, his eyes are just two little voids. Completely black, no iris and no pupils.

- In his watcher form, he has six extra sets of eyes under his main ones, three on each side - kind of like a spider.

- has a sun earring. pearl has a matching moon one.

- i give him horns and a tail just because i can. makes him look more gremlin-y. there's no reasoning behind this whatsoever, i just like how it looks.

- has an ender eye pendant he wears at all times. its the symbol of dragons.

- his friends often find him up really late or really early designing things to build or gathering resources for upcoming projects.

- freckles, because everyone loves freckles.

- has a tiny evo sign on his left cheek, right next to his eye.

- found family watchers? found family watchers. they actually took care of him after evo and didn't traumatize him. he got sent to hermitcraft as a way for him to spend time with other players and make friends outside of his watcher duties. third life and last life are fun little worlds he created for a bit of an experiment, but we won't go into that just yet.

[favoriteginger]

Empires Worldbuilding

The Empires brainrot is real lately, so here, have some worldbuilding that came to me when I was trying to make angst:

The Empires world is filled with a bunch of different types of nature spirits. These spirits tend to stay in certain areas and tend to do their own thing for the most part, but they are willing to help the people living in the world with certain things if it benefits them in some way. I don't really have any specific ideas for Joel, Pearl, Joey, and Gem, but I have ideas for the rest that I'll go through in some detail. Idk much for the jungle yet, and I'll have to see how Joey's series progresses, but the jungle is full of life, full of growth and death and rebirth, which is why spawn is there, why it still has the bones of an old civilization that is once again starting to be populated by people.

(this one is kinda iffy imo but) the ocean spirits are generally happy with the ocean as it is, but they also kinda desire the ability to change and grow and adapt. When Lizzie comes along and starts setting up the beginnings of her kingdom, the ocean spirits see the opportunity available. They can use the infrastructure that Lizzie has put together to grow and change, in return offering Lizzie citizens to fill her realm and warriors to protect it (the villagers, the axolotl golem, her axolotl knights).

I'm thinking that the spirits can also change people over time too, so as the ocean spirits get closer to Lizzie and help her expand her kingdom, she begins to take on some of the same appearance as her citizens, the ocean spirits sometimes deliberately helping it happen so she can more effectively rule her realm (axolotl Lizzie go brrr). The main spirit in the flower forest is the Overgrown (or maybe it's more a collection of spirits that exists and acts as one being). Katherine settles in the area and is called by the spring, a slightly lesser spirit, to protect the Overgrown and help it prosper. in return, she is able to use some of the bountiful life that springs from the Overgrown, using it to make her kingdom look more beautiful and to forge and maintain peace with the lands around her.

As time goes on and Katherine becomes more familiar with the overgrown, the animals and plants become almost attuned to her. She tends to have flowers and vines woven through her clothes and hair, and it isn't unusual to see her surrounded by various animals while tending to her lands. (I also want to incorporate some sort of faerie type lore into Katherine's area but I'm still working on that)

(warning for mentions of death in the next paragraph or two, for any who want to avoid it. nothing specific, and it's not any of the empires members)

(adapting some ideas a friend had here) The swamp doesn't really have any major spirits inhabiting it, and I'm still figuring out what the ones that do live there are like, but it is full of the spirits of the dead. All of these spirits died at different times and for different reasons, but they were all drawn to the swamp and reside there long after any trace of their previous homes is gone. These spirits don't want much, mainly just company and peace for as much of their eternal lives as possible. When Jimmy first settles in the swamp, it seems to be empty of any sentient life, but as time goes on he begins to see the ghostly forms of people long dead and he begins to be able to hear their voices. The first spirits he's able to fully see are a group of children playing in the water with the cod. As more and more spirits appear to him and he gets to know them, he starts working to help them. He does his best to stay on peaceful or friendly terms with the other kingdoms so his land and the people in it can live in peace.

As time goes on, Jimmy starts to look like part of the swamp in a way. It isn't unusual to see him covered in slime and seaweed after playing with the children in the water, and sometimes he has vines woven into his hair, or a crown made of sticks and mud atop his head.

The spirits of the desert are quiet and unmoving, happy to stay where they are and watch the world change around them. Pix is one of these spirits, though he took a more human form long ago because he was curious about the people living in his land and watching from afar wasn't enough. Now, the people he used to be a part of are long gone, and he's left alone in the remains of their once great empire, watching over the world as it changes and keeping vigil over the other empires, still occasionally venturing out to get a closer look at the surrounding lands, and bringing goods to help them when he does.

Now, Pix is also a dragon (because dragons are fun), and though he exists in his human form more often than not now, he still occasionally stretches his wings to fly over the desert, stirring up sandstorms in his wake. He still burrows under the sand sometimes, looking to nap in the warm dunes, and he still hoards copper and emerald ore, using them to ornament his buildings when he isn't able to ornament himself with the treasures as he once did.

(I gave Scott a bit of a corruption arc because they're fun I guess idk) The mountains tend to be populated by wind spirits, forever moving and forever free. Their main desire is for more land to fly over and explore, and they see a way to achieve that though Scott. They offer him the freedom of the wild mountaintops, away from people and connections that could tie him down and cause him pain. As time goes on and Scott starts to hear them more clearly, they begin to tell him that having too many connections would be bad. According to the spirits, alliances are good, since they would mean that other empires wouldn't encroach on the mountains, but actual close friendships would just trap Scott in obligations and promises and do nothing but hurt him down the road. They tell him to expand the borders of his empire and give himself more space to roam free and do as he wished, as well as provide a buffer between him and the people who could hurt him. (I'm thinking that 3rd life ties into this, and after loosing Jimmy in that series, he's afraid of being hurt in that way again, which is why he listens to the spirits)

As time goes on, Scott becomes more cold, both in personality and physically. He extends nothing more than basic pleasantries to the people around him, maintaining alliances but that's it. His skin grows paler and cold to the touch, and his hair grows lighter, starting to look more like frosted ice than the rich cyan it had been before. His fingers and ears also grow kinda blue at the tips and he finds he's sometimes able to manipulate the flurries of snow falling around him or ride the winds across his growing empire.

Fwhip settles in a plains biome and not long after, he comes across the spirits of the stone and darkness, who tempt him with glowing redstone and promise him all the riches held underground and the power that could come with them. Fwhip, having spent most of his recent time alone in a hardcore world, is maybe a tad bit paranoid, and takes these spirits up on their offer, thinking he can use the riches underground to build himself and his people a beautiful city, and to make armor and weapons and trade offers and alliances to protect himself. However, in agreeing to the deal, he gave the spirits a connection to work with and they began corrupting him, making him treasure the dark deepslate and shining redstone even more, convincing him that the heads he mounted around his base were his citizens and friends, that he had to expand his empire and gain more power, or it would all be taken from him. Over time, the corruption starts to take a physical form, and not just in the land that grows darker as redstone-laced spires emerge from the ground, deepslate making it's way through the grass. Fwhip's eyes begin to take on a red tinge, glowing slightly like the redstone he cherishes so much, and his skin starts to appear grey in patches, matching the darkstone consuming his land.

So yeah, worldbuilding

Feel free to add on or whatever if you want I guess