#pursue prey for longer

[druidfolk]

shadowzel AU — medusa and her blind lover

'What was it that stayed my hand then?

With dagger held unsheathed, blade pointing in its side'

Upon learning of Lae'zel, the terrible local Gorgon that occupied crumbled ancient ruins somewhere out in the country, Shadowheart had been set on killing her and turning in her head for the reward. She was blind, after all, and likely would be unaffected by the monster's terrible curse.

But when Shadowheart becomes prey herself, hunted by a band of brigands crueler and greedier than her and after the same prize, she is fated to a brutal mauling. Unknowingly she flees straight into the Gorgon's den, and when Lae'zel locks eyes with the criminals they seize, turning to stone within seconds, allowing Shadowheart the chance to slip away and hide. With Lae'zel distracted, she has the perfect opportunity to ambush the monster; what she does not expect is the sound of the tall, rippling form of Lae'zel slithering around the corner of a ruined column to confront her.

Shadowheart can hear its raspy breathing, can feel the coolness from the way its shadow blocks the sun as it towers above, only feet from her; she grips the pitiful knife in her sweaty palm and prepares to strike as close to the neck as she can get. All she needs to do is cut off its head, and then she was rich.

Her grip on the dagger tightens and her blood runs icy when the creature cornering her utters a single phrase in its gritty, underused voice.

"Are you injured?" it croaks coldly.

Shadowheart hesitates. Turns out her theory was correct; though she can feel the Gorgon's molten gold eyes bearing into her own, her body remains soft, alive. She tests her lungs, and fresh air flows in through her nose. She is alive.

'I'd been set upon by a predator

It was just looking for a meal, I saw ribs and fearful eyes'

Lae'zel is not stupid; she's been hunted day and night for years now, but nobody has ever gotten close enough to harm her.

Until Shadowheart.

She cannot immediately deduce Shadowheart's original intentions, for all she appeared to be was a helpless blind girl pursued by rapists and murderers. However, her disability proved itself a threat to Lae'zel; she can get close, too close. Close enough to land a deadly blow if Lae'zel is caught unawares.

So she decides to kill her. Eliminate such a threat once and for all, and Lae'zel can go back to her cold, isolated life in the ruins.

It had not been long since Lae'zel sent her away, letting her leave freely if she promised not to try anything stupid. That was her first mistake: showing her mercy. Shadowheart took this opportunity and fled, battered and exhausted. She'd be slow, easy prey.

She finds the girl in the evening, struggling through a waist-high grassy field. She must have lost the path at some point and failed to find it again. The tall foliage made the perfect cover for a creature like Lae'zel, who could easily weave her way through the blades and take her prey by surprise. As she draws nearer, the scent of copper fills the air. Peeking over the grass she can see that Shadowheart is struggling for a multitude of reasons; the thick grasses slow her down, yes, but she is more slowed by the deep gash in her side, blood bubbling out between her fingers as she attempts and fails to staunch the flow.

Lae'zel may be a monster, but she is more honorable than kicking a creature while it's down. She watched the ailing girl for a few moments longer, gauging how far she might make it. She only gets a few dozen more steps in before she crashes to the ground, uttering a pained groan before going still and quiet. Lae'zel quickly scans the area for any other life. Satisfied by the silence, Lae'zel darts forward and peers down at Shadowheart tangled in the grass, covered in smears of dirt and dried blood. She seems much less threatening in this state, and the Gorgon cannot help but give in to her piqued curiosity; she scoops the white-haired woman up and roughly tosses her over her shoulder, sliding effortlessly through the field once she finds a useable path that leads toward her temple.

Shadowheart is all but dumped on the dusty floor to wait there until she regains consciousness. Then, she will be Lae'zel's to do with whatever she pleases.

'What is it that stays my hand now?

With so much misery that I could mercifully put ends to

For that animal I let slink off into the undergrowth, unscathed

Do I not fear death, but just pretend to?'

Shadowheart is not a prisoner, Lae'zel insists. She is a merely a guest who is not allowed to leave until she recovers. This leaves her with plenty of time to plot and scheme, to plan the slaughter of this demon and be done with it. But night after night, she lies awake sleepless, unable to bring herself to action. She cannot bring herself to kill the creature who likely saved her life, who continues to let her stay in its home and asks nothing in return.

Maybe she plans to wait until Shadowheart is healthy again to kill and eat her. She doesn't know. Instead of worrying over it, she talks.

She mostly talks to herself for the first few days. When Lae'zel is around—usually only to check that Shadowheart had not tried escaping for the third time—she says little to nothing; her vocabulary seems to consist primarily of grunts and sighs and hissing. A lot of hissing, especially when Shadowheart accidentally shifts too close.

She comments on the Gorgon's collection of swords one night as she is slithering away into the darkness. It's a desperate grab at any kind of communication, and Shadowheart knows she's struck gold when she hears Lae'zel halt, then turn a fraction in the dirt.

"You wish to know of my swords?" she whispers, her tone suspicious with the barest hint of surprise.

Shadowheart nods all too eagerly, and she spends the rest of the night listening to Lae'zel tell the stories of nearly each and every one. Some she left out; whether they were too painful a memory or an insignificant one, Shadowheart did not know. But she listened.

And then the person behind the monster began to show through. Shadowheart would garner little bits and pieces of her history throughout the stories. She pointed to the jagged scar running down her right shoulder blade and told the tale of a clever thief who used mirrors to try and outsmart her. He'd managed to sneak up behind her and land a brutal slash down her back, but it wasn't enough to kill her. She puffed with pride as she regaled how she twisted and snapped him up by the throat with her injured arm, and grinned wickedly as his face froze in terror, the expression forever carved into stone.

She also tells stories of recent onslaughts of attacks, some by targeted monster hunters and others who happened to wander into her domain and wanted what she had for themselves, and what she had admittedly wasn't much. Shadowheart learns, through glimpses into Lae'zel's past, what a tortured life she's lived. She almost wonders if killing her would be a mercy, but shakes the thought away as Lae'zel dives into another tale centered around a bejeweled dagger. Then another, this time a hunter's bow.

By the time she is telling the story of the ogre and his crystalline club, Shadowheart is drifting into sleep.

'For it was starving, it was hungry

But had eyes too close to let me'

For a very long time, Lae'zel killed anyone that walked into her temple, whether she meant to or not. Innocent, curious children and poor lost elders were not even spared, and over time her heart grew cold and hardened from it. She learned to accept that she would be alone until her final day, and made surprisingly easy peace with that fact.

But then Shadowheart came into the picture; an equally as lonely annoying little farm girl with an overambitious sense of adventure, given her particular limitations. She intrigued and infuriated Lae'zel to no end. Why did she keep her up into the late hours of the night, when her time could be better spent curled into some cold corner, fighting for any scrap of rest? Why did she return day after day, sometimes staying away for as long as a week at a time, yet always comes back? It distressed Lae'zel greatly how empty and chilled the temple felt without Shadowheart's presence when only a month ago it would not have bothered her. She may have even preferred it. But now the wind whistles too loudly as it tears through the columns, the echoes of crumbling structures startle her when she is too deep in her head. It is driving her mad.

She watches the sun during the day and the moon during her sleepless nights, both in an endless rotation but never touching. How she longs for them to touch. The thought disgusts her, but she dimly wonders when Shadowheart will come back anyway.

'If you were easy to kill, I would have done it already'

Some days, when thoughts of Shadowheart torment Lae'zel to no end, she once more considers killing the girl. Out of sight, out of mind. But the image of Shadowheart bleeding, choking, dying by her hand tortures her far worse than even the tenderest of desires.

'Plagued by phantom noises

That that skeletal beast was haunting all my steps'

During the first few nights of Shadowheart's recovery, when she was delirious with pain and sweating with fever, she thought she could hear the heavy drag of a serpentine body around every wall and column. Her heart would race with panic while her body remained sluggish and weak, trapping her in place. If she were to be Lae'zel's prey, there was nothing she could have done to stop it.

Even after some flimsy semblance of trust had been established, both women slept with daggers under their bedding for some time.

'Questioning all my choices

With that dagger held unsheathed, I felt sick at my contempt'

Even after her body recovered, Shadowheart suffered. She struggled with the guilt of her choices; she could have killed Lae'zel as she intended to and save hundreds of travelers from a stony demise. But as she comes to learn, it is not Lae'zel who is the monster. It is instead those who seek to harm her.

For as long as Lae'zel has existed in her current form, she's been hunted. A target was planted firmly on her back the moment this terrible curse was inflicted upon her. She refuses to share her origin story, how she came to be this way, and Shadowheart does not press. Instead, a thick, sickening lump of empathy, remorse and fury lodges itself in her throat and sticks fast.

Every time she sees Lae'zel, with every new bit of information she learns, the lump grows and it chokes her further.

'For you were lonely, you were like me

Like some outside force had sent me

If I was easy to kill, you would have done it already'

Lae'zel's loneliness is not as apparent as Shadowheart's. She hides hers well, whereas Shadowheart's desperation for connection shows more plainly, and that scared Lae'zel. She kept her distance, only checking on the girl once a day at first, but over time Shadowheart's tendency to chatter away in that clipped, sarcastic tone of hers wore down Lae'zel's walls. The way she asked questions drew her in. Unbeknownst to Shadowheart, the monster's heart ached in very much the same way as her human one did.

Shadowheart gave up on killing Lae'zel a long while ago. She kept their visits a tightly bound secret; it wasn't as if anyone would notice she was missing anyway. Even without her eyesight, by now her feet carried her to the temple through memory alone.

'You are at my feet, we're by the fire

You're a gentle beast and I'm alive

You are at my feet, we're by the fire

You're a gentle, purring beast and I'm alive

You are at my feet, we're by the fire

You're a healthy, gentle, purring beast and I'm alive'

As Shadowheart slowly peels back Lae'zel's layers, she finds something she doesn't expect: a highly intelligent, fiercely loyal and passionate companion. She became somewhat protective over Shadowheart in the weeks they grew closer, threatening to hunt down and slay anyone who even mildly inconvenienced her. Underneath Lae'zel's pointed scales, sharp teeth and head full of writhing snakes is a women starved of loved yet too prideful to admit it.

One night, as Shadowheart reclined by the fire with Lae'zel curled next to her, she studied the beastly woman she harbored a thinly-veiled affection for. The serpents sprouting from the Gorgon's scalp formed a languid pile of warm bodies in Shadowheart's lap while her head rested atop a pillowy thigh. She found it interesting and endearing how the snakes mirrored Lae'zel's condition. When she slept, they slept. When she was ill or injured, so were they. They showed excitement and thrill in their own way when Lae'zel discussed a topic she was passionate about. They even seemed to like Shadowheart.

Past her broad shoulders, the wiry expanse of her body was cradled comfortably by her serpent half, and Shadowheart wondered with some shame whether she could fit in there next to her. She stroked a finger along the length of a dozing snake's head and smiled to herself when its strange reptilian eyelids fluttered. Lae'zel twitched and muttered in her sleep, and Shadowheart's heart clenched painfully at the implications of this kind of trust. She couldn't hope for something more than this.

She brushed her fingers along Lae'zel's long bony ones where they rested palm down against her thigh, and froze when she shifted. Groaning softly, Lae'zel's clawed fingers unconsciously wrapped themselves around Shadowheart's smaller, chubbier ones, gentle with her even in sleep.

Shadowheart's breath staggered and caught in her chest, and considered letting herself hope after all.

[writers-potion]

Let's Talk About Pacing Our Fight Scenes.

For Fast-Paced Parts:

Short words with single syllables. Immediately > at once/ endeavour > try/ indicate > point at/ investigate > check out.

Short sentences, the shorter the better.

Partial sentences to blaze through multiple senses and actions within a few lines.

Short paragraphs

Lots of verbs.

Few adjectives and adverbs.

Cut down on -ing form of verbs, as it can make words longer

Use simple past tense

Avoid conjunctions and link words.

Avoid internal thought - your characters are irrational, ruthless and in the flow of pure action.

For Slow-Paced Parts:

Use medium/long sentences

the paragraphs are longer: three lines minimum

Include longer words with more syllables

Use adjectives and maybe a couple of adverbs.

Insert the thoughts of the PoV character.

Words for Action Scenes

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[pluckyredhead]

Do you think Dick has a favourite brother?

I LOVE THIS QUESTION. I'M GOING TO ANSWER IT AT UNNECESSARY LENGTH.

But for the tl;dr crowd: yes, 1000000%. It's Damian. Dick would not admit this under pain of death, even to himself, but it's Damian.

THE LONG VERSION:

So Dick and Jason are not close and never have been. I always sort of blink in bewilderment when people say they are, or were when Jason was Robin, because they are demonstrably not, and that's what's interesting and tragic about them.

The fact of the matter is that Dick simply wasn't around very much when Jason was Robin. The Doyleist reason for this is that he wasn't really being treated like a Bat character: he was a Titans character, appearing in Titans books, with only the occasional cameo in Batbooks. He and Jason get along very well in Jason's first origin story (when Jason was a circus acrobat and his parents were eaten by crocodiles); in fact, Dick tells Bruce he wants to adopt Jason and Bruce is like "Not if I adopt him first!" But after that, Dick simply...wasn't there very often.

If you need a Watsonian reason for this, it's pretty easy to extrapolate one. Dick and Bruce were not getting along well during this period, so of course Dick would avoid Bruce and Gotham. And yeah, I think it's fair to assume Dick felt some kind of complicated feelings about Bruce having a new Robin, especially post-Crisis when Bruce made Jason Robin without Dick having any say or even a warning that it was going to happen. I tend to headcanon that he resented Jason a little, but was mature enough to know that it wasn't actually Jason's fault, and partially decided to stay away so that he didn't take that out on Jason. But Jason, a smart and sensitive kid, interpreted this as Dick avoiding him because he didn't like him.

And then Jason died.

Dick took that hard, and I think it was less "my brother who I had a close relationship with died" and more "this child followed in my footsteps and it killed him and I wasn't even there for him when I had the chance." To me, that absolutely forms the subtext of the relationship he develops with Tim.

Not at the start. At the start, once "A Lonely Place of Dying" is over, he's as checked out with Tim as he was with Jason. The Doyleist reason is the same - Dick literally just wasn't supposed to be in Batbooks too much - but the way it plays out is sometimes really funny in an awful way. Like in and just after Knightfall, when Bruce gets his back broken by Bane and is like "I've known Jean-Paul Valley for two weeks and he barely has any training, most of it done by my extremely new 13-year-old Robin...I think I'll make him Batman." And then Tim's dad and Tim's dad's doctor, Shondra Kinsolving, get kidnapped, and since Bruce has been aggressively romantically pursuing Shondra to the point of it being uncomfortable and inappropriate, he's like "Okay going to rescue Shondra! I mean, your dad! I'm taking Alfred with me! Tim, you're in charge of Gotham and Jean-Paul byeeeeee!" And then JPV immediately gets unhinged and violent and tries to kill Tim and Tim keeps calling Alfred like "Um can you please come back and help" and Alfred's like "No" and Tim's like "Okay well did you at least rescue my dad?" and Alfred's like "Also no." Anyway Dick finally comes to Gotham and Tim is like "THANK GOD, HELP, BRUCE MADE AZRAEL BATMAN AND HE'S TRYING TO KILL EVERYONE, I NEED AN ADULT" and Dick is like "He made someone who isn't me Batman??? 😡😡😡" and then just...fucks off back to New York and leaves Tim to deal with it. Very out of character, VERY funny.

BUT ANYWAY. Then we get to around 1996 and 1. Dick is no longer on the Titans which has a whole new lineup and 2. there's an editorial shift emphasizing the Batfamily. This is where the line really expands: Robin (started in 1993, but still pretty new), Nightwing, Birds of Prey, Azrael, eventually Gotham Knights in 1999 and Batgirl in 2000. Dick moves to Bludhaven and spends way more time in Gotham.

This is when Dick looks at Tim, says "Is anyone gonna big brother that?" and doesn't wait for an answer. All of a sudden he's behaving in a way that suddenly feels in character for him (although the idea of Dick as a big brother/mentor...really wasn't a thing for him prior to this era, so it's more of a new development that feels correct in retrospect). He's training Tim, he's giving him advice, he's teasing him about girls, he's coming up with inside jokes, he's giving him noogies. It's like he watched a bunch of 80s sitcoms to learn how to be a big brother and applied his research accordingly.

And Tim? Tim absolutely blossoms under the attention. Tim, who has been adultified by every other adult in his life since he was, like, eight, is getting treated like a kid. Tim, whose parents are never around, and don't pay attention when they are around, has an adult he looks up to who wants to spend time with him, for fun. Tim, who has hero worshipped Dick Grayson since he was...well, according to the math, he was one (1) year old so let's ignore the math, but he was small, is now basking in the full force of Dick Grayson's off-the-charts charisma. This is the best thing that has ever happened to Tim. This is the dream.

I want to be clear here: I think Dick's extreme reversal here is a delayed reaction to Jason's death, but I don't want to imply that he doesn't care about Tim as an individual. He loves Tim as much as Tim loves him. Tim's good opinion is incredibly important to him. This relationship goes both ways.

Annnnd then both of their lives fall apart extremely rapidly, and Damian shows up, and Bruce dies. And Dick tries to get out of it, but ultimately it ends how it has to: with him accepting the mantle of Batman, and responsibility for Damian.

The relationship Dick has with Damian is nothing like the relationship Dick has with Tim. Tim is his little bro. Damian is his baby. He's fourteen years older than Damian and as much of a parent figure as a sibling figure. And Damian is difficult and exhausting but Dick slowly, slowly coaxes a degree of trust and affection out of him that even Bruce will never achieve. And he can only do that by making Damian Robin, which means Tim has to stop being Robin.

This is where Dick and Tim fall apart, because what they need in this very vulnerable moment is so diametrically opposed, and neither of them are wrong. To Dick, asking Tim to step down - or up, from Dick's perspective - from being Robin is a compliment. Dick fought to free himself from Bruce, to become his own man with his own name, and so asking Tim to do the same thing is a show of faith in Tim, in his skills and experience.

Whereas Tim's hero-worship has always been for Robin, not Batman, and every glimpse he has had of a future beyond Robin has always been a dystopia. But more importantly, Tim has just lost his father, his stepmother, his mentor, his girlfriend, and his two best friends. He desperately needs to be able to lean on Dick, the grown-up he admires the most, and instead, Dick is kicking him out of the nest.

In other words: Dick is saying, with all the love and trust in his heart, "I need you to help me by being a fellow adult." And Tim is saying, with all the love and trust in his heart, "But I need you to be my adult." And they both get a no.

This is water under the bridge now, and they've healed even though they've never really talked it through because Bats don't do that (although what I wouldn't give for a Nightwing/Red Robin miniseries where they do everything but talk about it). But I do think Tim looks at the closeness and affection between Dick and Damian and feels some kind of way about it to this day, because it's so clear to everyone that Damian is Dick's favorite...but Tim remembers when he was Dick's favorite. And what Tim doesn't see is that Dick values him as a genuine partner in a way he will never quite achieve with Damian, because to him, Damian will always be his baby, even more so than he is Bruce's. (Dick is Bruce's baby, actually, not Damian. In this essay I will...)

(I could see a really interesting dynamic developing between Jason and Tim here, as the ones on the outside of that mutual appreciation society, but sadly the comics have never gone there. Alas.)

Finally, I think the relationship between Dick and Duke is very much "I just work here." Like, Dick is grown, he's out of the house, he's largely matured past the Bat-drama. He likes Duke but he doesn't feel the compulsion to brother him the way he did with Tim, and Duke doesn't need the mother henning Damian did.

IN CONCLUSION, and hooboy, sorry anon, most of this wasn't at all the question you asked:

Duke and Dick get along fine but aren't particularly close.

Damian is Dick's precious baby and always will be, even when Damian is an adult and annoyed by this treatment (but privately kind of loves it because he is a princess at heart).

Tim is Dick's buddy, his pal, his equal. If Dick were ever going to talk something through with a sibling, it would be Tim. (But that would require Dick admitting that everything isn't perfect or asking for help, so it'll never happen.)

Jason and Dick can't be in a room together for five minutes without fighting and Dick finds him wildly frustrating, but they will throw down for each other. When they aren't punching each other.

(And to answer the corollary: Damian's favorite brother is Dick. Tim's favorite brother is also Dick. Duke's favorite brother is Tim by default, since he doesn't know Dick very well and Jason and Damian are both too annoying, but really he's closest with Cass. Jason's favorite brother is Ace and he has communicated that often and loudly (but really it's probably also Dick).)

[fyuyushia]

Capture Target: You!

You reminisce the first time you met him. It's chaotic, and hardly a fond memory, but he made it one you could remember without a frown.

Masterlist for the series

Hahohuheho holy crap I forgot the tags

The first time you met Sung Jinwoo was hardly a fond memory.

Walking home no longer felt as easy as it did before. After the gates were discovered, and people awakened at random, chaos encapsulated the events that occured after.

As more and more people received power that far surpassed human standards, more and more people fed on the disorder and abused their newfound abilities. In these trying times when everyone was still adjusting to the sudden shift in balance, more and more evildoers made themselves known, awakened or not.

You cursed your teachers for sending you off late, shivers running down your spine at the thought of walking alone at night. It wasn't the most ideal, considering how many crimes have happened recently.

Still, what choice did you have? You could only complain about the fact but you couldn't change anything about it.

The cold night air bit your skin, making you shiver in response. For a while now, you noticed three shady figures following you around, keeping a few steps away. You kept alert, tightening your hold on the slings of your backpack as you kept your ear peeled for any signs of their footsteps hastening.

Your legs trembled with every step you took, terror making itself known as you fought back the urge to look back. You can't look back-the moment you do, it's over.

You bit your lip, incapable of masking the terror you felt. The streets were quiet, it's usual hustle and bustle gone as crime rates rose and people became reluctant to stay outside at such a late time.

"Hey, sweet stuff."

Your heart sank when one of them finally spoke out, no doubt referring to you. You freeze for a moment, heart ramming against your rib cage as you hear their jeers growing louder.

You swallow thickly, risking a glance, but stopped midway. No, no, no. If you look back-if you look at them, the horror would be all too real.

They're not really calling out to you, right?

Hopefully that isn't the case.

You prayed the hardest you ever did, begging the gods above to not let you be a victim of whatever plans they had.

Walking faster, you ignore their coos, hoping desperately they'd let you go. In the first place, why were they pursuing you? You weren't even attractive anyways. Then again, they probably couldn't care less, they could just cover up your-you stop your thoughts real quick before they could delve in anything darker.

Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, this is fine. I'm fine I'm totally fine. You bit your lip, knuckles turning white from the sheer force of your grip.

"Hey hey, why in a rush?"

They keep up with you in a matter of moments. Appearing in your forefront, they block the space you walk in with their bodies. You froze, body trembling as your eyes met theirs.

Menacing, disgusting, your breath stilled the moment they came in front of you. There was no escaping it now, wasn't it?

"B-back off." You cringed at the way you stuttered, nearing a whimper with your attempts to act strong.

The three threats laughed, amusement evident in their eyes as they eyed their prey. You take a step back, they take one forward. It was a repeating motion, until one of them got impatient and just straight up grabbed your wrist.

You winced, hastily pulling back your arm from his hold. He didn't relent, only exert a bit more force when you resisted his tug. Your heart sank, and you become petrified at the thought of not being able to do anything.

"Let go."

The man laughs, "come on, just for a bit. We're really interested in you."

They take another step closer, you take another back. He tugs your wrist, undoing your prior action and pulling you closer despite your wish for distance.

"Well I'm not-please let me go home."

"That's what everyone says at first! We're really good people, don't worry." He brushes off every rejection with ease, a disgusting grin on his lips, barely masking the monstrosity he really was.

Your heartbeat quickens, you didn't like where this was going. You hated this, loathed this, despised this, you wanted out right now-you can't bear any more seconds that you're stuck in this position.

Somebody, anybody, please!

"Let go of her!"

Your prayer comes in the form of a boy. Eyes snapping open, you immediately follow the direction of where the sound comes from.

Your breath hitched, eyes widening once you take in the new person. The other men turn to look at him as well, obviously pissed by the interruption.

He looked like he didn't belong in this type of scenario. Slender, average height, black hair mussed up from what seemed like sleep-he looked too meek to actually do any saving done.

Sung Jinwoo, in the midst of your frayed nerves you recognized him. You shared the same class, were seatmates during one semester. He was meek, and though weak willed in nature, you took any chance you could get at escaping this nightmare.

Ignoring the gnawing doubt, still, you pinned all your prayers unto him.

"Who's this punk?" One of the men smirks. He spits onto the gravel and wipes his lips. "Mind your own business, kid."

Jinwoo flinched, terrified by the threat. But he doesn't let up, determination gleaming in his grey eyes. He swallowed thickly, taking a step closer.

His hands formed into a tightly curled fist, trembling ever so slightly as he pushed through the fear. You watched the exchange, fearing for the boy and hopeful he'd somehow manage to save you even if it seemed nigh impossible.

"Let them go." His voice quivered, but he doesn't look away.

The man closest to him chortles, amused by the guts of this nobody. "Or what?"

He rests a hand on his shoulder, pushing him with every slap of his hand. "What you gonna do, huh?" Jinwoo stumbles back a couple steps with every push.

"Trying to play hero? That's fucking stupid. Don't go sticking your nose where you don't belong, twat!"

Underestimating the boy, he approaches him with a loosely clenched fist. Your shoulders stiffen as you watch the spectactle play out. Reaching out your free arm, you try to stop them.

Wham!

You gasped, surprised. To your, and everyone's surprise, the one who fell wasn't Jinwoo, but the buddy of the man currently keeping you in place.

Jinwoo's fist connected to the other man's face, hitting him square in the nose. His punch wasn't clean, nor was it flashy, but he had put everything he could into that one punch, and it was enough to do the job.

His eyes were wide, as if he was just as surprised as everyone by his own body. Jaw clenched and eyes wide in a panicked frenzy, he doesn't stop moving and quickly retracts his hand.

He grabs ahold of your wrist and pulls, the other man, in a fit of shock, loosened his grip for a split second. That split second was enough to get you away from him entirely.

By the time you slipped away from the second man's hold, he snapped back. He blinks, surprised to find that he was no longer grabbing onto something. He looks up, and then scowls when he sees you running.

"You brat-!"

"Run!"

Taking off, he drags you behind him in a mad dash, bolting through streets at full speed. Adrenaline filled your limbs, enabling them to push through the laborious activity and run the fastest you ever did.

The two remaining harassers gave chase, anger written plainly in their features. Offended by the fact that they had been bested by what seemed like a wimp, they hurriedly attempted to close the distance between you and then, eager to teach a lesson.

Your steps stuttered as you looked back, hearing the loud threats they made. A part of you wanted to just shrivel up to the ground and wake up from this nightmare, but you knew you couldn't let the dangerous thought fester and slow down your pace.

"Don't look back!" Jinwoo huffs in between desperate pants, "just keep running!"

You ran for who knows how long, making sharp twists and turns every now and then in an attempt to lose them. They were persistent, refusing to just give up and let you go—did he wound their egos that much?

Your legs screamed for rest, barely keeping up with this lanky man(who's surprisingly a good runner). But even as the pain burned through your muscles and made your eyes grow glossy with tears, this was better than crying because of what could have happened had you not been able to run away. Holding onto his hand tightly, you allow him to navigate the streets and hopefully guide you back to safety.

Making another sharp twist, you hide behind the narrow alley of a closed restaurant. Covered by old stacks of crates. He presses a finger to his lip, urging you to stay quiet.

You nod eagerly, covering your mouth with both hands to prevent any sound from leaking out. Jinwoo peeks at the outside, keeping his ears peeled for any signs of them.

Hast footsteps echo throughout the dimly lit streets. "Damn it-where did those brats go?"

You flinch when you hear the grating voice, what once sounded easy going now pissed and eager for violence. Shrinking in on yourself, you held your breath, heart thumping against your rib cage.

A few seconds pass, and you could faintly make out the silhouette of the three figures, the other nursing a broken nose. They argued for a bit, bickering like children before finally settling in a path to follow.

You hear them leave the vicinity in quick steps, unaware of the fact that the very people they were searching for laid hidden just a few spaces behind them.

As the footsteps fade into a distant sound, your shoulders sag and a shaky sigh escapes you almost immediately. It's safe to assume that you got away now, right?

Your eyes flick up, Jinwoo finally relaxed as well, resting against the boxes as he sat on the cold gravel. His shoulders move up and down, mouth agape as he suckles in air greedily.

Neither of you speak, too busy calming down from the high of running away from the danger that followed in the form of three men.

You clutch your chest, relief flooding your senses the moment they're out of earshot. You wheeze, wiping the sweat that formed on top of your brow after the impromptu marathon you just participated in.

"You okay?"

You nodded, chest still heaving. "You... I—thank you."

Silence.

"You... You punched that guy. Hard." You gulp, feeling the silence. "You saved me, thanks."

He smiles, it's tired but still genuine. "I'm happy I could help." He scratches his cheek sheepishly.

You reciprocate the smile, exhaustion creeping in. You stay still for a few more minutes, taking the time to recover your composure.

"Come on, let's get you home."

You didn't argue, too tired to say anything, and also longing to get back home as fast as possible too. As Jinwoo stands up from his hiding place, he offers you his hand to take. You graciously accept it, albeit, not without reluctance.

You exert force into your legs, trying to stand up. Just a small movement, but the moment you lean your weight against your legs, your knees buckle and lose its balance. Your body swayed, as if the ground was shaking beneath you.

As you try to take a step forward, you lose all sense of balance. Unable to keep yourself still, your knees gave way. You could feel yourself falling forward, and a rush of panic overtakes you at the thought.

Fortunately, before you could even hit the ground, Jinwoo was already there. His hands caught your shoulders, his grip firm and immediate.

"Hey, it's okay," he murmured, pulling you back up, supporting you with his body. "I've got you."

His voice was gentle, if not a bit frazzled. He seemed unsure of what to do, carefully holding you up, hands on your waist.

His voice was gentle, but you could hear the underlying urgency. He wasn't just helping you because you needed it; he was making sure you didn't fall apart entirely. You didn't know if that was more comforting or terrifying.

But you couldn't stop the tremors in your legs. They were too shaky, too weak. You tried again, trying to plant your feet on solid ground, but it was hopeless. Your legs buckled again, and this time you couldn't even catch yourself.

"I'm sorry." You whisper out, a breathy laugh escaping you. It wasn't born out of humor, but more so out of shame. "Sorry, I'm a bit clumsy."

Jinwoo's expression softens, readjusting his stance to help you find steady ground. He wraps an arm around your waist, the other resting on your shoulder. He doesn't say anything, only keeps his arms around you as you pick yourself up.

"Sorry, gah, I don't know what's wrong with me."

You try again, but you're ashamed to admit that you genuinely couldn't bring yourself to stand up straight. Your legs quivered, shaking from both the adrenaline, exhaustion, and the fear that remained inside your skin. Even if the threat had gone and disappeared, you still couldn't help but reel from the thought of what could have happened had Jinwoo not arrived.

"I'm sorry, this is pathetic." You say as you try to stand up, only to fail again for the nth time. "Sorry—really, I, I don't know what's gotten into me I—"

"It's fine, stop that." Jinwoo shushes your apologies, voice steady-as steady as it could be, as steady as he could make it sound. "There's no need to apologize."

You break down at his words. You don't know why, you thought you were stronger than this. It starts out with a shaky breath, then comes the tears, and then you're sliding down the ground, bawling your eyes out.

Falling knees first against the cold pavement, your fingers grasp the fabric of Jinwoo's blouse. Tears blur your vision, and sobs wrack your chest, each one heavier than the last as the weight of what happened and what could have happened crashes over you.

Tears fall one after the other, you can't bring yourself to stop them, heart heavy with the events that played out tonight.

"I'm sorry I-it's just that..." You sniffle, "I can't help but-it was scary. They were scary I can't help but-" you were all over the place, mind wracked with several things all at once. "Even if I got away I can't help but think-sorry this is pathetic."

You bury your face against Jinwoo's chest without thinking, he was the closest to a haven for you at the moment, and you couldn't help but lean onto the closest source of comfort you had at the moment.

Jinwoo flinches, unsure what to do, but not unwilling to help. His hands raise up awkwardly, unsure where to be placed. He listens to your sobs, his awkward smile quickly wiped away and turned into a frown as he hears you try to reason yourself to him.

"Hey, hey, it's fine..." He places a hand on the back of your head, patting it softly as you cry in his arms.

The other is on your back, rubbing comforting figures against it as he urges you to let everything in your system out. "It's alright to be scared, that's normal. It's okay, it's fine."

He's awkward with his words, and his hands tremble as he goes through the motion of caressing you. He's clearly confused about what to do, but he's also so undeniably sincere in his words you can't help but crumble. You listen to his words of comfort, allowing yourself to cry openly in front of him.

His words break the remaining walls you have left. Wetting his uniform with your tears, you squeeze his attire tightly, knuckles turning white from your sheer grip.

You don't know how long you stay there like that-only that you stayed there until you ran out of tears to cry. Eventually, your breathing began to even out, tears ebbing into small hiccups.

"Calmed down now?"

You nodded, wiping the stray tears on your cheeks with your own hands.

Jinwoo pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. His gaze is soft, but serious. "We'll take it slow. You don't have to stand yet. I'll carry you if I need to."

You scoff, forcing yourself to lighten up. "Can you even carry me?"

Jinwoo gasps, as if offended by your words. He sighs, chuckles, and then flashes you a smile. "I'm sure I can. I may not look like it but I am still a hunter. Even if only an E-rank."

You blink. "You are?"

"I am." He sighs, sounding embarrassed. "Though, I may not have seemed like it."

So that's why he could punch the living daylights out of that guy-even if his punch was pathetic in its form.

You shake your head weakly, your voice raw. "I don't want to be a burden."

"You're not." The firmness in his voice takes you by surprise. "You never were."

Your lip quivers again, but the tears don't come this time. "Why did you come after me?"

He hesitates, looking away for a moment before answering. "Because... I couldn't just leave you. Not when I saw what they were doing. Not when I knew I could help, even if I was scared."

You stare at him, heart pounding for a whole new reason now. His honesty, his fear, his bravery-they were all real. Tangible. Not some fantasy version of a hero, but a real one. A scared, determined boy who still chose to act despite his reservations.

"I'm glad you did," you whisper. "Thank you, Jinwoo."

He nods, offering a shy smile. Then, without saying anything more, he sits himself beside you again, offering the quiet comfort of his presence, at least, until you're ready to face the world again.

And in that quiet little corner of the city, you finally felt safe. For the first time since the world's gone mad.

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[heliosunny]

Phainon'

♔Prince x Wizard -In a misty forest, a wizard saves the life of Phainon - the crown prince. Despite the wizard's efforts to remain hidden, Phainon becomes obsessed with finding them, eventually tracking them down.

♔No Escape -You, once a struggling student at a prestigious academy, is relentlessly pursued by Phainon. Despite the attempts to build a peaceful life in a remote village, Phainon's determination to claim you leads to destruction.

♔Distant childhood friend -Phainon, your once-close childhood friend, becomes popular due to his charming nature, prompting you to quietly step back and form new friendships. When Phainon notices you growing closer to others, he goes to extreme lengths to reclaim you back into his life.

♔Wedding disruption -“PRINCE PHAINON CHEATED ON YOU!! HE SLEPT WITH YOUR SISTER!”

♔Noble lady and her knight -An obsessive lady and her knight, what can go wrong?

♔VampireAU -In a world where Phainon, your childhood friend, hides his nature as a vampire, his obsession with you grows as he protects you from the dangers of his world.

♔The Prince and his dragon-shifter partner -A dragon kidnaps prince Phainon for ransom, only to discover he is far more dangerous and cunning than anticipated.

♔Entwined Realities -Trapped in a reality where the game’s rules bind you, you must navigate the chilling consequences of your actions while Phainon’s obsession deepens, leaving you with no clear path to freedom.

♔Secret Admirer -The kingdom’s elite hero, Phainon, becomes dangerously obsessed with you, a humble blacksmith worker, after noticing your admiration for his fellow Mydei.

♔A promise with a Fae -A childhood promise to a fae named Phainon comes back to haunt you when you return to your grandmother’s village, as he seeks to enforce the vow you made long ago.

♔Getting his own elf -A relentless warrior becomes fixated on a powerful elf, determined to harness their magic for his own ambitions.

♔Demon King -Desperate to save your dying sibling, you strike a deal with the Demon King Phainon, trading your freedom for their life.

♔Elf Phainon -You are a bounty hunter in need of money, so you take on various requests. Somehow you accidentally kidnap the wrong target, but instead of being angry, he seems intrigued by you.

♔Crown Prince -A noblewoman, the second daughter of a prestigious duke, crosses paths with Crown Prince Phainon. Intrigued by her rare perspective and presence, Phainon becomes captivated, ensuring their paths cross again.

♔His assistant -After being isekai’d into a game where players explore intergalactic civilizations and fight cosmic threats, you awaken in the city of Amphoreus as the assistant to Phainon.

♔Redemption -You once loved Phainon deeply, but his indifference led you to give up and move on, leaving him unnoticed. Now, as you no longer seek him, Phainon finds himself chasing after you.

♔Meant to be yours -Phainon, a seemingly charming individual, becomes dangerously obsessed with you, eliminating anyone he perceives as a threat to your relationship.

♔His clumsy crush -You repeatedly try to catch the attention of Phainon, but your efforts always fail due to his fanclub or your own mishaps. Unbeknownst to you, Phainon has been quietly observing your attempts with amusement and growing interest.

♔Merman Phainon -You- a humble villager, discover that Phainon, the charming and enigmatic man you’ve grown close to, is actually a merman with a dangerous, possessive side.

♔Capture the siren -A relentless monster hunter, becomes dangerously obsessed with you, a siren who initially sees him as just another human prey.

♔Just like him -Phainon, a wandering warrior, becomes the object of your obsession as you see him as a replacement for Kevin, the man you lost.

♔Prince"Charming" -A jaded prince becomes fascinated by a noblewoman who refuses to play by the rules of his courtly games. Will it simply be a love story?

♔Ctrl U -A skilled programmer meets someone who’s into them. As their coding world and romance blossom, what takes priority—love or code?

♔Coronal Radiance -Phainon is trapped in a relentless loop, forced to watch his lover die again and again. Even after escaping the cycle, the scars remain. But how far will this desperation go?

Last update: 02/07/2025

[cookiekissers]

Ok hear me out hear me out, cutie patootie male reader x Longan dragon but like it’s in the part when Longan is making everyone rocks and reader is the exception pls pls pls

ohohoh being the exception, you have excellent taste anon. right away sir o7

Inevitability

[Longan Dragon x Male Reader]

With bright flashes of light, your friends, and your family cried out as their dough was transformed into cold grey stone. Floating orbs that looked like eyes flew about throughout the village, chasing down Cookies, and wherever they gazed all that was left behind was a new statue. You scrambled behind an overturned cart, still trying to process the whirlwind of horror and panic around you. Peeking above the wagon you see another Cookie, a mother and her baby, fleeing from one of the floating orbs, only to be swiftly cornered against a wall of a building.

Without thinking, you grab the first thing closest to you and vault over the wooden wagon, your legs sprinting toward the ivory eye. It was distracted by its current prey, giving you just enough time to surprise it. The orb turned its gaze to you, and you swung your hefty makeshift club as hard as you could, striking it like a baseball. The eye-like orb was launched a few feet, but not far enough. It quickly recovered and shook itself slightly after the impact, fixing its unfeeling glare on you next. You backed away nervously tightly gripping your pitiful weapon as it slowly pursued you. The eye followed as if it wasn't in any rush like your fate was inevitable.

You saved the mother and her child, if only for a moment. The orbs threatened to petrify everyone in the village without mercy. Were you just delaying the inevitable end?

The eye had you cornered now. But for some reason, it hadn't struck yet. It had frozen your fellow Cookies without hesitation, but with you, it seemed to be examining you for far longer.

A loud shout split the tense air, and a spiky yam mace collided violently with the side of the orb, sending it flying into the distance like it was nothing. Two Cookie warriors appeared as if from nowhere, fighting off the floating eyes with ease. One of the knights ran up to you, lifting you from the ground to set you on your feet again. He dusted you off while you stared in amazement at his, and his friend's, heroics. His dough was pale and he wielded a light blue and white milk mace and a white milk shield.

"Are you alright?" The knight asked in concern.

"Y-Yeah… But who are you? What's going on!?" You exclaim. The knight patted your shoulder to calm you, his smile was gentle and held no worry.

"I'm Milk Cookie, and that's my friend Purple Yam Cookie." Milk Cookie introduced. You glance past Milk Cookie to see Purple Yam Cookie swinging his spiked mace around wildly, chasing off the eyes with glee. Like Milk Cookie, he seemed unfazed by the situation and even appeared to be enjoying himself, if his hearty laughter was any indication.

"Don't worry, everything will be ok. I'll protect you!" Milk Cookie said cheerfully.

As quickly as they came, the eyes retreated to where ever they had come from. You emerged from your shelter with a few other Cookies and looked around at the carnage that had been left behind. In the streets dozens of Cookies stood frozen in stone. Your eyes became misty at the sight of your friends, and Cookies who had once been your neighbors, turned into statues. Stuck with expressions of fear and agony etched into their faces from their final moments.

You saw Milk Cookie and Purple Yam Cookie standing by, examining a stone statue and discussing something.

"UGH! The dragon eye orbs are getting away! Milk Cookie, let's get out of here and FOLLOW them!" Purple Yam Cookie grumbled.

"We can't leave just yet! We must stay to make sure everyone is alright." Milk Cookie replied calmly. Once you heard the knights who saved you were about to leave, you ran up to Milk Cookie and tugged his muscular arm.

"Wait, are you leaving?" You said. Purple Yam Cookie looked you over for a moment before huffing in annoyance.

"What do you want!?" He demanded.

"Please, if you're leaving, you have to take me with you!" you begged. The two cookies looked at you in surprise. Purple Yam Cookie then smirked a bit, apparently pleased with your boldness.

Milk and Purple Yam Cookie clearly knew who had done this to your village, and they would lead you right to them. You were going to find them and avenge your friends.

Though Milk Cookie tried to object to you tagging along because he was worried for your safety, Purple Yam Cookie encouraged it. Though you weren't as strong as him, you were feisty. He had seen you fight against the dragon eyes despite still being so weak, so he elected to let you come. Maybe you could learn a few things from him, and of course, he wanted to fight you once you got stronger. You pouted slightly. Sure, you were just a regular Cookie and weren't very strong, but you were determined to find a way to save your village and reverse the curse.

As you were on your way, you met some of Milk Cookie and Purple Yam Cookie's friends. They all wore armour made up of blue dragon scales and caught you up on what had been happening. That is when you found out the culprit that had attacked your village was an ancient dragon. Longan Dragon Cookie.

You've always assumed dragon stories were nothing but legends until the Ivory Dragon threatened your peaceful village. And now you were thrust into the middle of a brutal conflict and the world was on the brink of destruction. This was serious. Your stomach tied itself in knots at finding yourself in what was essentially a war. Milk Cookie had seen your anxious expression and comforted you, even offering to take you back home. But now that you knew what was going on, how could you just turn your back on the Cookies everywhere who had suffered like your village had and run back home?

You had no fighting experience and weren't a warrior like Purple Yam Cookie or Milk Cookie. Your life has been very ordinary until now. However, you were determined to do everything in your power to help defeat Longan Dragon Cookie.

Like a whirlwind carrying you away, you suddenly found yourself on the Tropical Soda Islands alongside Milk Cookie, Purple Yam Cookie, Gingerbrave, and their friends. You have never ventured this far from your village, but you were mesmerized by the beauty of Pineapple Isle. The land had transformed, merging with the surrounding islands and was thrust into the past, reviving long-extinct creatures.

The massive island that had merged was teeming with dragon eye orbs. The blue dragon scale armour you received helped conceal you from the Ivory Dragon's sight, but you still had to remain in hiding while the other dragons that had joined your side recovered from their encounter with Longan Dragon Cookie. You sat outside your hideout deep in the jungle and sighed to yourself. You were advised not to wander off alone, but you needed some time by yourself to process everything that had happened. Taking a little walk through the forest ended up being a mistake.

As you were walking, lost in deep thought, you were suddenly snapped to reality by the sound of the underbrush shaking. You froze, until a Cookie you didn't recognize emerged from under the big fan-like leaves. They were dressed in elegant white robes, their long white hair tied back into a ponytail. The Cookie carried a staff, and a large hat obscured their face. You blinked, somewhat hesitant. Was this Cookie a friend of Gingerbrave's, or maybe they were from the Stock Tribe?

"Um… who are you?" You ask. The mysterious Cookie didn't reply, but they seemed to be inspecting you closely.

Before you could question them further, with a wave of their staff, the Cookie began to glow with an eerie purple light, and from a swirling vortex of magic, a fierce choco cream wyvern burst forth from the Cookie's form. You shouted in alarm as the wyvern pounced on you, pining you to the ground and trapping you under its sharp talons. You were lifted off the ground and into the air, being carried off to who knows where. From the last glimpses of the ground you caught, you saw Milk Cookie staring up at you in panic.

"Y/N Cookie!!"

You thought your life was over, that you would for sure be eaten by the wyvern that had caught you. Instead, it took you across the archipelago to a white opulent palace floating above the waves. It made its way into the palace, into a refined throne room. Strangely, the choco cream wyvern was careful not to damage you. But it still tossed you to the ground at the foot of the throne. You quickly picked yourself up and saw a majestic Cookie sitting on the throne, dressed in white robes and adorned with golden armour. You stared in disbelief as you came face to face with the Ivory Dragon themself, Longan Dragon Cookie.

"So, you've finally come." Longan Dragon said. "You are an intriguing one." They commented dryly. Four dragon eye orbs floating by their side zipped up to you, gazing at you from all angles. You scrambled to your feet, but the choco cream wyvern prevented you from backing away further, cutting off the only escape route.

"What do you want with me?" You said, trying to keep your voice from shaking. There was a tiniest hint of a smile on Longan Dragon's face.

"I have been watching you. And I have decided to show you mercy and bring you to my palace so that your weak, pitiful life may be spared." They explained.

You were stunned into silence. What about your friends, your village, and all the other Cookies?

"You should be grateful I didn't turn you into stone along with your village. Come here, now." Longan Dragon Cookie rumbled. It wasn't a request. It was an order. Not knowing what to do, the only thing you could do was comply. You prayed that your friends would be able to rescue you.

You approached the throne nervously, awaiting the Ivory Dragon's next command. You gasped suddenly as Longan Dragon Cookie grabbed you by the wrist and effortlessly picked you up and placed you on their lap.

You fidgeted as Longan Dragon Cookie's arm snaked around your waist and pulled you closer, your face suddenly grew hot.

"You will be staying by my side until I inevitably reduce all the weak, crunchy beings into crumbs, weak one. I will be needing a mate in the future." They growled softly in your ear as they stroked your hair. Longan Dragon Cookie's clawed fingers lingered on your neck and then trailed downward to your chest. You shivered and swallowed nervously.

You really hoped your friends got here soon.

[fishenjoyer1]

Fish of the Day

Today's fish of the day is the Giant isopod! 

The giant isopod, describes around 20 species in the Bathynomus genus, but most information is based on the Bathynomus giganteus, which is known for being the first giant isopod discovered, and the largest. Giant isopods, as an arthropod, have seven pairs of legs, four jaws, and compound eyes that have over 4,000 facets. The first set of legs is modified into an appendage for grabbing food and bringing it into the mouth, along with attacking prey, and all species with the  Bathynomus genus are similar, showing a lack of evolution between populations The full range of this family is unknown, but they can be found around the Indo-Pacific and the Eastern Atlantic ocean. The first time a giant isopod was found and recorded was in 1879 in the Gulf of Mexico, where the largest populations of giant isopods live, with a depth range of 310-2140 meters of depth. Outside of the Gulf of Mexico the other populations have a near identical depth range, and due to their similarity to their close land dwelling cousins, rolly pollies or woodlouse as you might know them, they are one of the textbook examples of deep sea gigantism.

Deep sea gigantism is an observed phenomena where deep sea animals have a habit of getting far larger than their more shallow relatives. Examples of this would be the giant squid, giant sea spider, deepwater stingrays, the bigfin squid,oarfish,  and many more. There is currently no encompassing explanation for why this phenomena is so prevalent, but there are multiple theories that have been proven partially correct by different genus. Food scarcity is often referenced, and often thought to be the reason for the giant isopods' large size. as without much food in the deep ocean organisms with the ability to store more food can live for longer periods without prey. Another explanation is the increase in dissolved oxygen, which is often a limiting factor in how large animals can become in their environments. A study of amphipod crustaceans in 1999 discovered their increase in size as the populations found in deeper waters directly increased with the amount of dissolved oxygen. The last and often most damning explanation for deep sea gigantism is the lowered temperature in deeper waters. This one can increase the size in animals by increasing cell size and lifespan, something that can also be found at the world's poles. Deep sea gigantism allows for the giant isopod to get anywhere between 19-36cm (7.5-14.3 inches) in length, with the largest recorded being 20 inches, about the size of a small dog. As compared to their close land relatives, which come in at less than an inch of length.

The diet of the deep sea isopod is remarkably similar to that of the land dwelling isopods, as the land dwelling isopods live off of dead or decomposing animals or plant materials. Which is similar to the diet of the giant isopod, which is an essential scavenger and carnivore in the deep. Once believed to be only scavengers, it is now known that giant isopods also actively pursue prey, usually fish, squid, shrimp, crabs, and other deep sea animals they can catch, as shown by a video of an isopod grabbing a dogfish shark and eating its face. These isopods can take down prey several times larger than them, but this may be only when in a confined space, as they don't swim fast and can only attack prey they can catch. But, as scavengers in the deep the giant isopod is primarily known for eating from whalefalls. A whalefall being when the carcass of a dead whale drifts to the deep seafloor, creating huge ecosystem hotspots and specialized animals in deep waters that feed almost exclusively on them. After eating from these whalefalls, giant isopods have been shown to go as long as 5 years in captivity without eating again, and for this reason when in the presence of food they eat far more than their body weight or size, willing to sacrifice locomotion in favor of excess, an easy trade considering they have no natural predators. Despite having no predators, they still have several behaviors similar to land pill bugs, as they can still roll into a ball shape, using their chitin armor to protect themselves, and burrow into the sediment to semi-hibernate.

The reproduction of the giant deep sea isopod is like that of many other arthropods, relying on eggs. In the spring and winter months the isopod females will begin brooding eggs, this is done in a pouch above the stomach and it will store anywhere between 20-30 eggs. During the brooding the female will burrow down into the sediment and refuses to leave until all eggs are hatched, at which point the juveniles are left. Captive isopods eggs measure 13mm in diameter and are thought to possibly be the largest marine invertebrate egg. Once born, these juvenile giant isopods will be as large as 4 inches in length ,and set off on their own in a stage called manca. At this stage, these are almost fully developed giant isopods, lacking only the last pair of legs. These will grow over time, and these animals gain size through molts. Their full lifespan is unknown, but estimated to be decades long, with the age of sexual maturity being unknown but estimated anywhere from 15-18 months.

Have a good day, everybody!

[autumndragon]

god!hiccup au where he created the dragon eye as a gift to a friend of his, who was as drawn to and fascinated by dragons as hiccup was, who had studied them for years and seemed to understand their worth as hiccup did. hiccup made for them a tool to store his knowledge, to pass it down for many generations, to share with others.

but that friend betrayed him.

when hiccup returned to the human realm, he discovered the corpses of his brethren, stripped and sold for worthless currency. his friend was using the dragon eye to hunt them down.

the rules of gods dictate that they cannot harm or interfere with humankind. hiccup can't burn down his "friend's" village, can't even harm the man himself for his betrayal. but he can curse them, he can vow that no member of their family, not a single descendant, will be free, not as long as they continue to hunt and harm dragons.

hiccup vows never to let the house of grimborn know peace.

.

viggo grimborn has a peculiar birthmark, like his older brother, their father, and his father before him. it is the mark of grimborn, they say with pride, for every member of their family carries it. all except one of viggo's cousins, who left the family young and pursued a life of literature, who was shamed for never having killed even one dragon in his life.

some say the mark is a curse, for the direct descendants of grimborn are destined to die by a dragon. every single one of them. only those who die young by illness or accident seem to escape it. ryker thinks it's but superstitious nonsense, they are hunters who take risks, and they who take risks can fall prey to what they hunt. viggo doesn't feel much for either side, whether mark of pride or brand of death. it's there, just beneath the crook of his elbow, and he doesn't think much of it.

the ancient dragon artifact was lost on a hunt of his great-uncle, going down with the ship. some say a mighty sea dragon swallowed the ship whole in its pursuit of the grimborn curse, since great-uncle lars fit the age, but nothing was certain. not too long after, his grandfather was killed by a monstrous nightmare, and viggo nearly bled out from the claw marks in his neck.

he doesn't think the curse is real, but fourteen year old viggo still doesn't understand how the dragon had managed to appear out of nowhere.

years later, their father dies as well. he was out on a hunt, and something got the better of him. specifically him. cousin lars thinks it was the curse. ryker shoved him for it. viggo didn't say anything. he never liked his father anyway.

one day, he meets a clever young man with gold green eyes, who rides a night fury and treats it like a companion, who found the artifact and is using it to help dragons. it's almost endearing how naive it is. viggo manages to get the upper hand and demands it back. the boy seems furious about giving up his new toy, stating it isn't his, and it almost makes viggo laugh. the artifact, the dragon eye, has belonged to his family for generations! he doesn't deign the boy with an answer—he simply takes what's his.

later, when he's rubbing absent-mindedly at the birthmark that almost feels like it's burning, he thinks a bit about the boy's expression, and wonders what else had been hidden in those eyes he hadn't seen.

.

the boy, hiccup haddock, is peculiar. he flies on dragons and treats them as equals, he has startling green eyes that in some lights almost seem to glow, and when he opens his mouth there is a flash of sharpened canines, longer than viggo has seen them before. he is smart, resourceful, and determined to take back the dragon eye. viggo doesn't let him, of course.

another member of the grimborn household finds his death by a dragon, months later. viggo doesn't believe in the curse, but he wonders if he might have set ryker up for this when he decided to chain the shellfire.

.

the day before his brother died, viggo stood with hiccup at the cliff's edge and mentioned his family's bane. hiccup, uncharacteristically, hadn't replied at all.

.

if krogan and johann had taught him anything, it was that standing beneath a ruthless leader only inspired contempt, and not an ounce of loyalty. he should have known that. maybe if he had realized that sooner he wouldn't have been in this situation. maybe he would've still had his brother.

the second thing is that dragons, truly, were magnificent creatures capable of surprising him again and again. the monstrous nightmare saved his life, and viggo didn't expect how guilty he felt knowing he wouldn't have done the same if the roles were reversed.

he would now.

he looked the creature in the eye and realized they were truly not so different.

and, it seemed, as he felt the arrows pierce his back, that the grimborn curse wasn't real after all, unless his sacrifice for a boy and his dragon counted as death by a dragon.

then he doesn't die. hiccup saves his life in turn, in a way viggo isn't able to comprehend, but has come to expect from the enigma named hiccup haddock. on their way back, as his thoughts start to float from whatever pain medication he was given, he says that perhaps it was the curse that saved his life, not allowing him to die unless it is by dragon. hiccup, again, for some reason, doesn't say anything.

it's fine. viggo has long learned that nothing about hiccup haddock is even remotely normal.

.

viggo is allowed to recuperate at dragon's edge, as hiccup argued his knowledge of the dragon flyers is invaluable. viggo knows as well as hiccup that there is nothing he can give that would be of any real worth.

days later, when viggo is finally well enough to walk, he meets hiccup at the cliff, the same one they had stood at the night before the shellfire battle. some of the cliffs have crumbled under the assault of the dragon flyers. they stand in silence for a while. hiccup seems to be deep in thought, quiet, before seemingly coming to a decision and turning his green-golden eyes on viggo.

hiccup looks young, but his eyes are beyond age, as vast and ancient as olden oceans.

"i was betrayed, once," hiccup says then, "and i vowed not to rest until i felt the debt had been repaid."

revenge. it doesn't sound like something hiccup would do—but then again, when has viggo ever known what to expect from the extraordinary?

hiccup exhales, deeply, as if there was a burden on his shoulders he carried for too long, finally lifted from him. hiccup looks at him again. "you saved me in those caves, saved toothless. your loyalty to the skrill astounded me. perhaps it is time for me to let go of the past."

it doesn't sound like hiccup at all. viggo opens his mouth to ask, but then hiccup reaches out and takes his wrists, holding it lightly. it only lasts seconds, then hiccup releases him, his smile woeful in the last light.

"don't make me regret it," he says, before he turns and walks back to the base.

.

that night, as viggo readies himself for bed, he looks at his arm and halts.

his birthmark is gone.

.

[cherie-doll]

Could we please have a part 2 on the vampire cod men + victorian era + vampires.

Maybe with reader moving to the countryside abd being the towns new school teacher instead?

yep! link to first part is here for anyone who hasn't read it

i rlly wanna write a whole fic off of this plot i've built up bc i have SO MUCH LORE but idk how it'll fare

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: Them As Vampires #2

 ๋࣭♱ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

Price

The ripples of hysteria that had been caused by what the people believed were vampires preying on vulnerable people could barely be felt in the countryside, he had resided here for some time, surely there was no need for caution here

He was respected among neighbors, honored for his service in the past and now lived rather peacefully under protection of the wealth he had acquired in his youth

You had become an interesting individual who had dismantled his idyllic life, you were youthful, so full of vigor and life being around the children and instructing them

He sensed maturity and sagacity from you, and you revived what he thought had been dormant for a long time; lust and violent devotion, the need to possess and protect you

And passing through the final threshold you'll see he is actually the gentlest, using his many years of wisdom to guide you, convincing you to settle with him and despite the tumult you've found yourself in by being the muse of multiple vampires, he'll provide all the support and help you need to pursue your passion of teaching

Now, when accepting a vampire's offer, you must be very careful, for you may end up indebted with them and their requests may seem unreasonable, but he is not cruel, he only requires you to lend him your love for one lifetime, to save him from his many long years of solitude, that's all he asks of you

Ghost

Here was the worst of the unsalvageable, the damned, the condemned and the poor, forgotten souls of the departed beings trapped on earth, he was barely a person; a remnant and a corpse

He despises himself due to the curse he was to live with for eternity lest something put him out of his misery, the cycle of turning others into that he was; a monster, a corpse, a despicable creature

Yet the first moment he saw you, he knew he needed you, that overpowering sense of going after what called for him, he wanted you to understand his pain, of being different from everyone else because of an ugly past

It's not like you to be frightened but the scare he gave you on the first encounter was one that could have had you turning away from him had you not seen him in a moment of weakness, him doubled over, pain overtaking him, in his wild and crazed state you saw how forlorn his eyes were, half-starved was he and all you could do was observe his erratic breathing

you want to know his thoughts, you don't want him to hide any longer and to live as he's never lived before

He too, is drawn in by your soft nature, in this isolated pocket of earth, hidden from the bustling of crowds in town, you have all the time in the world to heal him, all you did was show sympathy and he took and he learned to not seize it as if you were to never offer it again but ask for it in return

Soap

He considers his bloodline irrelevant to his value, disregarding the riches his family has wanted to hand down for him to manage but he knows that as the eldest and with an eternity ahead of him, he'll be held down by earthly possessions from doing what he truly desires

He'll be more than pleased to donate some of that money to you without his family's knowledge so you can use it to give the poor children an opportunity to study without their having to pay, he knows a good natured person when he sees one, you're more good than all those bloody guilty and deceitful men who can walk by a starving child and only tip their hat in greeting

Just as he spends a great amount of time studying plants he finds himself wanting to learn more about you, observing every detail and habit of yours as if another species to learn about, he wishes he could take you home like he has done with many of his plants and keep you under his watchful eyes constantly

Stepping into his rather large estate can prove difficult due to the overgrown plants stretching and overtaking the place, they have crawled up the walls and creep into cracks which can easily get you lost if you were to enter alone

He'll give over any amount of money if you agree to have dinner with him as he gets rather lonely in his grand place he's inherited, he was to get a wife along with the passing down of the estate but he declined saying he already had his eye set on someone

Gaz

He's the most passion driven soul you've come across, his entire being emits warmth and sincerity, never would you have guessed he was half cold had he not told you so

His douceur nature is what attracts you to him, more tightly bound is this simple gesture than honeyed words of seduction which are commonly used by vampires for their victims, but his human half does not allow him to be completely consumed by carnal desire

Despite his better judgement he spends many evenings with you past what is proper of "good company" only, knowing sooner or later you'll grow curious at the mask he wears to hide what truly pains his soul, you seem to so easily read his emotions from his work as an artist

It captivates you how beautifully he can compose a dulcet song or write the pains of his melancholy on bloodstained paper, you want to mend the anguished heart within him before his sanity deteriorates and the madness awakes and takes away the human in him struggling to live with this feeling of alienation from being different from both halves

The only solace he knew before you was getting lost in the hills of this quiet countryside scenery and taking in all of what is good for the tortured senses, standing in silence to marvel at the moving clouds and sky, but now he is glad to find someone who is not only passionate about learning but also teaches the young children

Roach

How cruel had fate been to thrust him into this unchangeable course for the remainder of his days, it is terrible knowing there is something sinister living inside of you just waiting to claw out and shed your old skin, when he just wishes to live his idyllic life which is why he's even moved out to the countryside in the first place, town is no place for him, especially not a vampire

He wishes for a somewhat normal life, he sees you can your ability to be loving without being afraid of of the repercussions, he seeks the very things that may destroy him in the end if he does not learn to proceed with discretion

He is a fledgling; his lack of expertise and experience prevent him from going on with his life normally, finding it extremely hard to find the rhythm of this merry go round without the help of the sire who turned him this beast of blood

The fear upsets his heart as he ruminates on it but with time and your showing him how to prevent it from getting to him release his mind from the prison he's set for himself, he devotes his care to helping as best as he can to others

He finds a lively imagination that he can use to his benefit and it is this animated spirit that demonstrates how much he wants to live despite the cold in his body

Alejandro

He's felt a growing need to seek sanctuary in things that other vampires are unlikely to show an interest in, while others may seek riches and wealth he seeks power through ways people may be less heedful of

Just like him, humans will seek the approval of something, someone greater than their kind, and no matter how many times he is thrown away into the abyss to be forgotten he will dig through and find a way to live and make something out of himself

He just wants to avoid being forgotten about, and he is especially interested in how you are able to so easily make a place for yourself in this little countryside small town without making so much of a commotion, you quietly slipped and fell into a constant pace without clawing at anyone or having to bare your teeth

But for him to know this he must first step down from the podium he's positioned himself upon and learn to live in control of his sinful nature, the recollection of his nature and controlling it is still something he must come to terms with, especially if he's outside of the strict environment he's hidden away in for years

In time he learns to treasure those moments that will wither away with the people if he does not let them sink into his mind as he cradles your reassuring hand in his palm, enveloping your hand to remember the everlasting feeling of what amity must feel like

Rudy

He'll gently hold and savor every moment with you in his hands because chances like these only come once in an eternity, with a life like yours which is so fleeting you must allow him to admire and keep this to himself, it is not jealousy if he worries about you

Your unchanging smile that beams a little brighter for him than the others is more than enough to prove to him that there is light in the world he has seen so enclosed in darkness and seclusion, that there is no reason to hide away like all his other companions do

It is like a new world unfolding in his mind as he gets to know you, how marvelous it feels when you allow him to gaze into your eyes full of liveliness unlike the dimmed eyes he's been accustomed to seeing, you are alleviating to him like the cool shade on an overbearing summer's day

To him, it is such a beautiful thing to witness life from a human's perspective, because life for them is so fleeting and fast anything that happens is worth waiting for, unlike the same routine based lifestyle he's had to put up with for he doesn't even know how long, he only wishes to know simplicity

He is glad to finally have found someone as deserving of love to value nurturing he had kept within him for years

Phillip Graves

Will you choose the man everyone advises you not to go with? Even the undead seem to avoid him and he has few who outright declare to know him, obviously against your better judgement you will because you know no better, he has that tantalizing manner of luring you in

In a moment where you are alone, he finds you, soon as your eyes meet there already is a whole evening's worth of conversing said between the both of you and it's as if he is able to easily control your inquisitiveness to lead you astray from everyone who wishes to protect you and walk right into his arms

"It's all lies, darling" he whispers into your ear when you express worry of what others may think, truly you mustn't believe them, they just don't like outsiders, and he's been one in every place he's been to, seemingly hated or disliked by everyone except you, you make him feel welcome in your home, or so he says

There is now a tether between you and him, a bond unable to be broken so you may never want to be apart from him, why when he has everything you need in this life and the next?

Makarov

It seems death itself follows you no matter where you go, once someone in the family has been in close contact with a vampire, it is hard for the vampire to leave the members of the family alone, for it hopes to find another impressionable heart to overpower and you have been the one with the susceptible heart

He asks you to ignore all the ignorant fools, they're far too brash to bask in your kindness that you give too easily, he is by far the one you are scolded at for even thinking of going near, there have been many rumors of what he does to those who are too naive, those poor victims who have been discarded, their veins sucked dry

He could easily make you surrender completely to him, but you have placed yourself under his care so benevolently that he has felt no need to forcefully subject you to him, with your gentle caress you have made him tremble and quiver out of what can be the closest thing to love as a vampire can experience

And it is with this fragility that you have found in his heart, that you now are in control of him, what happens next is determined whether you will let it taint you by reciprocating the manner in which he has approached you or will you show it purely

Keegan

He has no interest in what humans have got to offer, he finds their existence pitiful if all their efforts are in vain for they do not live very long, he holds a certain hatred for those who are greedy and succumb to every want of theirs

Yet, you arrive without any evil in your heart and you present yourself without filter to hide your intentions, he is curious of this when most of what he's known is greed from others, he keeps mostly to himself and is rarely involved in the affair of others

Still, curiosity is a vampire's greatest weakness, he stalks you nightly to know your persona, he is there to see your disposition in helping others, your kind heart when helping the children, you've displayed more fondness than a mother

In the light of the moon he becomes aware of his senses, the turmoil soon to brew under the stars that will watch as he divulges under susurrus that catch softly in the wind and drift into your room at night through the window; the whispers of confession that you don't quite catch while awake but rather find a way to manifest in your dreams, not sure if they are a nightmare or of a terrifying reality

His deep eyes that catch the light from the candles illuminating the room as he silently observes you

König

Despite the relationship between their countries, there still seems to be some sort of tension between König and the other vampires, the alliance they once had had begun weakening and he is distrusted, just when he is ready to completely untangle himself from this mess you drew him in

Gathering all the violent tension within him and burning it away, letting his rage dwindle and water it down to nothing in the pure night where no one can observe and reprove of him

You soak him in unfathomable amounts of amour and he does not find it within him to bite back, his breath catches in his throat at this feeling he cannot name, he can barely imitate you as a meager way of loving back

You sacrifice all the love you can give for him and he marvels at how you are able with so little you have received in life to give it up to an immortal being who's lived for so long yet received so little

He holds your hand to his face, closing his eyes to remember these moments of a mortal and to not let them be erased by the wind which can so easily take

Horangi

Your curiosity shall surely be the end of you, you spoke to a gentleman at a function for one night and now he's always lurking around you whether you like it or not, you don't even know of it

A vampire's adoration can go to great lengths when they find a human they are infatuated with, other than this he has no reasonable motives, he wishes you would accept his advances, only a vampire can love you forever, he has no difficulty entertaining you with promises exchanged at midnight

This nocturnal romance which tarnishes you, whether it destroys you for nothing or everything you are worth, leaving a deep scar within your heart which you can trace with your fingertips as your ache for him to return

You venture the uneven terrain where angels fear to tread, along the long desolate hallways of an uninhabited home where no other dares to enter, you maintain there waiting and trusting that he'll return every so often to adore you like always, you may go mad but it is something you look forward in the cycle of everyday life

Nikto

In order to escape deep solitude that has turned into loneliness he takes to watching over you like a butterfly on your shoulder when he cannot be there during the day, he seeks the pulsating of your heart, the tremors that run through your bodies when together

You don't draw back in fear like the others do, and this was the first time he was truly loved, in all your fantasy, you always knew he wasn't a monster, he could love, he could be tender and gentle, there was no need for desire or selfishness to consume him entirely, there was a time for him to live the life he deserved, the one you showed him

Still, there is a darkness he cannot fight that comes when listening to your tranquil breaths, the temptation he feels growing and gnawing within him to drink and confine you to the grasps of everlasting immortality, because it truly is terrible to love something that death can take away from him

He can already see the image forming in his mind; the fog that comes from the shaky breaths escaping your lips, the rise and fall of your chest stained with droplets of blood, letting you go cold for a moment before you join him in eternalness

He can only contemplate this as he watches the sun rise over the hillsides through the curtains that shield him from the rays of light

[sinsofnivan]

I know you have a ton of requests, and you also just finished one for me lol. But whenever you’re up to it I think a hunter krauser chasing down his prey and “punishing” them for getting caught would be interesting hehe, something along those lines <3

F.I.A. = fucked in action?! — JACK KRAUSER x YOU — SMUT!

krauser GIF belongs to: eurodynamic. | divider GIF belongs to kdanie.

SUMMARY: "this has nothing to do with them. i'm a free man who made my choice!" leon tanks a deadly roundhouse straight on his jaw. the three of you hear an audible sickening crack! as leon was sent flying. before he could further hurt your partner, you don't hesitate, nor feel the fear; you leaped at krauser from behind, locking his head in place with a headlock. baby eagle's voice calls you both from the other side of the exit, and leon forcefully lifts himself off the ground. he's clearly torn between saving you, or keeping baby eagle safe. "y/n!" you hiss through grit teeth. "go, just go! i can take him!" he easily slams your body on the stone floor, ready to pursue leon—but you . . you just had to cut him on the side of his leg with a knife, didn't you? tilting his head down, he clicked his tongue disappointingly. “fine. i'll deal with you first.”

TAGS: fem bodied reader, yandere krauser, feral krauser, dubious consent, chasing, SLIGHTLY horror, he hasn't mutated here but he's infected, is it really public sex when no one's around, tinkering with canon a bit, breeding kink, edging, unsafe places to have sex?????, kidnapping, "bad end", sorry leon stans he gets cucked here

WORD COUNT: 3635

A/N: what if i said this was a part two of this krauser fic? :smirk_cat: p.s. this is set in the first scene where you fight krauser/where luis dies. but instead of luis, you take his place AND don't die, because plot armour.

WARNING: this fic contains dark content. viewer discretion is heavily, heavily advised.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

your ear is ringing, and your head is fucking throbbing. you feel like all of the breath in you was knocked out after krauser slammed you on the ground. he won't lie, he's very impressed, seeing you get back up like it was nothing. it was a harsh body slam, after all.

your ear is ringing, and your head is fucking throbbing. the ground is cold and rough against your skin, and it feels like all of the air in your lungs have been knocked out of you. krauser had just slammed you on the floor, but you stagger back on your feet like it was nothing. he's impressed. very impressed. 

"one hell of a reunion, huh? just like old times,"

krauser chuckled, his shadow ominously towering over you. this prick is waiting, daring for you to get back on your feet. "yeah. you weren't . . trying to kill me back then," you charge at him without warning, but krauser quickly shuts it down; every hook and jab are caught with his forearms.

"i'm not trying to kill you, sweets. you're the one coming at me," his cockiness never changed. your dynamics never changed. he was always mocking you. underestimating you. how couldn't he? you liked acting strong, and he liked putting you in your place. "i must say. i'm very proud of you. you've made it far, if you're assigned with that rookie with the bowl-cu—,"

"just shut up and fight!"

he clicked his tongue. "i won't fight you. do you wanna die?" you unsheathed your knife, and his golden brows narrowed at you. "if you won't, i will." you no longer wait or hesitate, driving forward and slashing in a lethal curve. he was quicker, however, deflecting your attack with his own blade; your daggers locked against each other with a clang, every collision of sharp ends ignited short-lived sparks.

krauser seems very hell-bent on not fighting you. every reckless, desperate swing is met with a repelling slash. it didn't take long for him to he catch your wrist and disarm you. the knife clanks somewhere, forgotten.

"get off—!"

the back of your head gratingly meets the hard surface as he pinned you. you groaned, clearly pained. his breath fans over your bleeding lips. "i said . . " he snarled. "—i don't want to fight you." reiterates the former major. clenching a fist, you pound your knuckles against his ribs. "fuck you! i said—!" krauser groaned with every blow you landed on his side. "—get the fuck off of me!"

clearly, he's made of steel, as your futile punches had zero effect on him, aside from making him scowl. grabbed by your vest, you're hurled toward the opposite exit—far from where leon had just fled. "you fucking brat!" his angry voice booms around the room. "you don't get it, do you?" it's terrifying, seeing his shadow hover you like that. he's pissed, that much was obvious.

"you wanna stall me, right? keeping me busy while leon plays hero?" 

you flinched when he reaches for you, bracing for a blow. but it never comes. instead, his hold only forces you to spring yourself back on your feet. the rest of your weapons, vest, gear—everything—are yanked off of your frame. you'd have protested, but his dagger's pressed onto your cheek. the tip threatens to sink into the soft flesh. he traces it down, down to your chin, neck. a red line follows the blade's path, but thankfully, no blood. "then stall me," he purred. "you have aaaaall my attention, sweets." the space between you narrows as krauser leans close. his warm breath tickles the skin under your ear.

"run, if that's what you need. make me work for it,"

a shudder runs through you as his tongue drags up the crook of your neck. "isn't that what you want?" krauser's not amused with your silence, a scowl contorting his scarred visage. he roughly guides—more like shoves, actually—you to the door forcefully, urging you to skitter away. "run. i'll even give you a headstart," his muscular arms cross over his chest.

"but when i catch you—when, not if—you better start praying."

⟡

it's adrenaline that pushes you to go forward. you're exhausted, clearly. there wasn't many places to hide in the ruins of this castle—especially when your footprints on the sand expose you out in the open.  the stone walls are rickety and decaying, and the dark didn't help at all. you practically throw yourself inside a crumbled archway, using the shadows to camouflage you. funny how you thought you've created distance between you, when his voice echoes not too far from you.

"run, y/n, run!"

that you did, even when you're stumbling in panic. the sand's all over your pants and sweaty skin. there's nowhere else to run to—with every turn blocked with piles of rubble, curse this fucking place!—but up, up this collapsed staircase; the first few steps have caved in, and you had to pull yourself up with all your strength. you groaned in struggle, hooking a leg up when the ledge is within reach. you hoped he wouldn't hear you. 

the breeze is a relief, almost like a reward, as it caressed your cheek. for once, you're given the chance to catch a breather. you tread higher up, only to find that the staircase leads to fucking nowhere but a leap into the abyss. the connecting ramp was clearly destroyed. "fuck."

you tread back down, scanning your surroundings. there must be another exit somewhere—a trapdoor, ladder, anything. you no longer hear the thumping of his boots, or his menacing chuckles—and you're not sure if you should be scared of that or not. squinting, you spot a small opening near the base of the wall. the area's dark, and almost concealed by debris. it's small, but should be big enough for you to squeeze in. him stripping away your gear probably increased your chances.  

"don't let me catch you, y/n!"

an instinctive jolt rushes through you. he's near. too near for your liking. "what's the plan, huh! gonna stay up there?" no, you weren't. you took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the jump. before you could hear him utter another word, you're throwing yourself off the ledge. sure, it was a little higher than you calculated in your head but—

"eugh!"

you hit the ground in a crouch. at least you heard nothing crack. pain seers in your knees and legs, but you swallow it, forcing yourself to get up. the crevice was right there. you sprinted, jumping over a broken, rusty gate, ducking under wooden beams. your frame drops to the floor, hurriefly pushing yourself into the opening. there's little room to move, but you if you just wriggled into it close enough you could—

a squeal—your squeal—echoes around the ruins, feeling a strong grip wrapping around your ankle. you're dragged out from your last chance of escape, and carelessly flipped over to your back. you're caged between krauser’s familiar, built arms, and you wanted nothing more than to punch the shit-eating grin off his face. 

"caught you." 

his knees are keeping your legs apart whilst he hovered over your body. you're just as feisty and stubborn as he expected, watching you intently as you wriggled. "let go! let me go!" his muscular chest's hammered with weak, frenzied hits. "hey, hey—hey!" he's not hurting you, but god, you were pissing him off. "stop fucking squirming, you bratty little—hey!" it all happened so fast—a palm on your cheek, and his scarred lips pressed onto yours. this fucker's kissing you—and you, you're . . 

kissing him back, of course.

it's passionate, charged with frustration. his other hand collects both your wrists, pinning them up above your head. you bite his lip, and he only growls in response. you hated how you actually missed this idiot. missed how his lips devoured yours. missed how he practically shoved his tongue into your mouth. your lungs ached, and in mere seconds, you're out of breath; it's instinct to gasp for air, but you can't exactly do that mid-liplock. canting your head to the side, it's your best attempt in breaking the kiss. but krauser, he's persistent. he's chasing your mouth. starved, deprived of your pretty lips. 

blood rushes back to your dexterity as he frees your wrists. despite this, you don't wriggle. you don't even push him off. instead, your hands are yanking off his stupid beret, frantically undoing his tactical vest. krauser's none the wiser, breaking the kiss so he could raise his arms and toss away the garment. but he can't keep his hands off of you for more than a minute, and you feel him tugging on the edges of your compression shirt. your eyes widen. 

"no, don't fucking—!"

rrrrrriiip—!

⟡

the locality's echoing with your wanton cries, paired with krauser's grunts and the harsh plap! plap! plap! of your skins slapping against each other. "yeah, baby. i warned you, didn't i?" laughed krauser. "now here you are, getting fucked like a slut," his hips snapped against you harshly and cruelly. his eyes are only glued to your pretty face. a drooling, moaning mess. your clothes—what's left of them, anyways—are crumpled in your hand as the unwantedpleasure courses through you. 

your back doesn't even feel the discomfort of the ground, or the aches in your body as krauser fucked you. he had that effect—making you fucking stupid. you hated it. hated him. "fuck you," you managed to croak out, and krauser punishing you with mean, forceful thrusts. but your words don't phase him, not one bit. if anything, it made his cock twitch as he watched you squirm; watched your pretty cunt struggle to take him. it might be lack of foreplay, or might just be your imagination, but he feels bigger. thicker. veinier.

"what was that?"

he picks up the pace of his speed. from hard and fast to brutal and ferocious. the only words—comprehensible words—you could utter out was his name. "go on. what were you saying?" "fuuuck . .  f, fuck—!" your body arched, holding onto his biceps automatically. "hate you—hate you, jack. hate you," you say as your legs wrap around him. "i know, baby. i know you do," he cooed, groping one of your tits; feeling the pink nub rouse under the pads of his fingers.

the added sensation makes you shudder, goosebumps pricking your skin. "but i don't care," you wince as his fingers dig into your waist, sheathing himself to the hilt; he's so ridiculously deep, and you forgot just how he could easily make a visible bulge swell in your lower abdomen. fuck—the way your eyes widened almost makes him bust. 

"because," a hand clamps firmly over your mouth, and he starts to rut into you again. your moans are muted by his palm. "because—," seizing one leg, he drapes it up his shoulder closed the gap between your bodies. you tried to pry his hand away, but he only continues to ram your pretty pussy in response. "i know she loves me," now that you were effectively silenced, you could both hear the squelch of your creamy cunt better. "mhhf . . hff . . !" 

he takes pleasure in breaking you, especially when you make it too fucking easy. 

"you're so fucking messy. fuck," krauser feels his eyes wanting to roll back. but he can't miss this sight of you. not again. spit is leaking, smearing all over your chin.  but you can't help it, you poor thing—it just feels too fucking good. his cock's hitting all the right spots, your cervix—stretching you out so painfully good. his stamina was unmatched, too. he's built for this. for you. built to rearrange your insides, to fuck you stupid. "you seem awfully quiet, sweets. what's the matter?" you're pelvic to pelvic, no space left between your sweaty bodies. "jack got your tongue?"

krauser laughs at your pathetic, muffled whimpers whilst he fucked you. so adorable, submissive under his mercy, branded with his canines. he missed this. missed you. "keep running—umff . . that fucking . . bratty little mouth—hngg, fuck—of yours . . " your pelvis bucks against the roll of his hips; his warning punctuated with mind-numbing slams. "see where that gets you, huh?"  you're brimming with euphoria, because of him. your cunt's fucking quivering, because of him. you're long due to show him some gratitude.

a gasp escapes you when krauser finally retreats his hand from your mouth. as expected, it's covered in your saliva. a tight coil forms in your stomach, it's coming so quickly, and krauser knew from the moment you couldn't keep your hips still. "cumming? already?" you nodded pathetically, and krauser chuckles at the stupefied look on your face. you're starting to feel lightheaded. dizzy. the pleasure is overwhelming and ridiculously addictive. your orgasm was right there, just a few more snapping of his hips and then you'll be —

your eyes—which you hadn't realized were closed—had just flashed open, as an obnoxious and familiar ring reverberates in the area. beside you, actually.

shit.

"oh?"

shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit—

clarity fills that emptying head of yours, and you slap his arm in panic. your radio was within an arm's reach. within krauser's reach, and a mischievous grin finds its way onto krauser's handsome face. your orgasm quickly dies down, and you whined, squirming yet feeling your cunt spasm. your body had a knack for bertraying you, huh? 

"let's give this rookie a little show, shall we?"

"no, no, don't—!"

you don't see where krauser positions the radio, and you don't wanna know. you needed to get your head back in the game, and get this big brute off of y—

"y/n!? y/n, are you there?!"

both your legs are now in krauser’s hold, and you tried to squirm when he pressed the second one to your chest, too. “leo—ooooh—♡!?” your voice fails you, as krauser begins to pummel into you again. “don’t you fucking dare,” krauser locks you in place, his body pinning your legs up and securing you in a mean mating press. you recognize that look on his face—angry. possessive. "jack, wait, wai—!" 

he wastes no seconds in fucking you hard, ensuring the head of his cock’s grazing over that sensitive, spongy nub again and again. your eyes are rolling back, and you just can't bring yourself to tell him to stop. "she's busy, leon. can't you hear that?" krauser gruffly coos, fucking you ferociously. the speed his hips are going—it's inhuman. you can barely stay lucid. 

“what’re you doing to her?! if you've hurt her, i swear to—!"

humiliation seeps through your body as you couldn't control your whimpers. leon could hear it. hell, everyone could hear it. "hurt? bitch please, rookie. listen to her," krauser shuts up for a moment, highlighting your mewls. "does she sound hurt to you? c'mon, sweets. tell him," you feel him cage your head with his arms, face buried in the crook of your neck and effectively trapping you. he's hitting deeper—you don't know how, but he does—the tip nudging at your womb again and again.

“oh god—oh god," you sobbed, holding on to the blonde; his skin decorated with your claws. "he's . . he's not hurting— not hurting me," krauser lets out a feral groan, feeling your leaking pussy twitch. "you're tightening up, babe. didn't know you were into . . ah . . hnngg—. . fuck . . something like this," krauser feels his own spit dribble down his chin. he could feel every ounce of his weariness, especially in his hips, but fuck—the pleasure that you gave him made up for all the wrong things in the world.  

"y/n, i'll be right there, i'll find you, i promise."

no . . no. he can't. leon can't take you away from him. 

the thrusts that followed became hateful. he fucked you like he hated you. "tell him—tell him to leave you," he growled. "now. or i won't make you fucking cum," you squealed when his teeth sink into your skin. it's unfair that he expects that from you! "n, no—, please . . " you managed to utter out. "just go, please . . oh, fuck—?!" you feel the exact moment when krauser finally bullies his tip past the tender barrier flesh of your cervix. krauser lets out a guttural sound, a shiver running down his back as his orgasm comes ridiculously close.

"just let her go, krauser!"

krauser only laughs in between heavy panting, tilting his head up so his voice would be more audible. "let her go?" krauser cradled your face, a thumb tracing the edges of your glistening lips. "you can't let go of someone who doesn't want to leave," 'specially when his cock's splitting you open so so good! you can't get enough of him . . god, your pussy's fuckin' clenchin' down on him so fucking nicely. 

"y/n, if you can hear me—don't let him break you!"

leon's become irrelevant to you, in your stupefied state. the only thing that mattered was krauser—this cock stretching you. krauser clicked his tongue. "did y'hear that, baby? or are you too fucking cockdrunk to even hear him?" "a, aaahn . . ♡ w, what?"  you didn't even register leon's voice, not when krauser did everything he could to successfully fuck you stupid. thinking was difficult—'specially when it's easier to just let your mouth run. when it's just easier to moan, to let your cunt take all of him as he pounded you in a crazed manner. it was so easy to slip in and slide out of you, easy to coax out such beautiful noises despite how uncouth you are.

the coil in krauser's stomach jus' keeps tightening and tightening. he's sloppier with the pistoning of his hips, but he needs to cum. needs to fucking creampie you. and he can feel it too, with how much your pretty cunt's pulsating around him. how your moans have picked up in pitch. "gonna cum, slut?" he whispered. you nodded vigorously. "do you deserve it, huh?" he whispered in your ear. 

"yes—! yes, god . . please. pleasepleaseplease—wanna cum," it was impossible to buck your hips, but if you could, you damn well would. "gonna . . argh . . gonna let me cum inside you, y/n?" sweat drips from krauser's forehead, feeling his own release creeping in. "yes! yes—yes, please. jus' need to cum. please, please,♡ . ." you dumbly plead, krauser realizes that you'll just about do anythin' as long as you get to cum—much to his glee.

"you're real nasty, sweets. askin' the enemy to fuckin' fill you up," 

just a few more thrusts and you'll be spritzin' your filthy juices on him. but his thrusts come to a complete halt, all of his girth in you and stuffing you completely full as ropes of his thick, warm cum floods your womb. it automatically spills, overflowing and leaking from your creampied cunt, droplets of white slowly oozing out and dripping to your ass.  "y/n . . y/n . . please—fuck . . love your cunt. love you . . " krauser's mindlessly babbling. "go 'head, cum for me, c'mooooon . . fuck, fuck!" 

overstimulation makes him quiver, makes him whine. but he needs you to cum, needs you to squirt for him and rub in leon's face his victory. "h, haaahh . . 'm cumming. fuckfuckfuckfuck— oh god—♡!" he feels how your cunt's spasmin' for him, how you're gushing all over him and soaking him with your juices. krauser brings his lips to yours, kissing you as he helps you ride out your high. you were barely kissing him back, the best you can do was suck on his tongue in your fucked out state. "mhff . . " he hummed, lazily devouring your mouth. 

krauser grinned against the kiss, letting your legs down and rest on his sides; and krauser chuckles when he sees how they were visibly shaking. you whine when he slowly slips out from your cunt, and he can't help but admire the mess he made out of you. your gaping hole, twitching whilst cum slowly dripped out . . it's as beautiful as he remembers it. weariness is taking a toll on you, and you can no longer control how your eyes are slowly fluttering shut. the rest is a blur, and you only hear leon's voice echo in your ears. 

"don't worry, y/n! i'm coming for you!"

wondering why it became so cold all of a sudden, you open your eyes. krauser's lifted himself away from your writhing form. you watch him crush the walkie with just his hand, a soft crunch filling the silence before he lets its pieces clatter on the floor. "rookie's wasting his time," he laments, crouching over you and stroking your cheek.

"you're not goin' anywhere. gonna take good care of you, y/n."

extended ending:

"the tracker said she should be right . . "

lifting his gaze from his watch, leon climbs over a broken, rusted gate. 

"here."

but no you. just the shredded fabric of your shirt and what remains of your walkie. "you sure? that doesn't look like our amiga," luis crouches over to pick something up. first, the shredded cloth. second, a red, blinking something. "ella no está aquí. i'm sorry, leon," leon snatches it out of luis's hand. [ she's not here. i'm sorry, leon. ] "dammit!"

in the distance is the familiar thrumming sound of a helicopter and its blades, disturbing the silence and the stillness as they both feel the rumbling in the ground. both men wordlessly and hurriedly sprint towards the direction of the chopper, jumping over collapsed beams and debris, and it didn't take long for them to spot the familiar, muscular build of the former military man. his back was adorned with red scratches and of course, you—specifically your arms—as you draped limply on his shoulder. 

"krauser!"

krauser turns, looking over his unoccupied shoulder with the most bored look on his face. "you never quit, do you?" he scoffed, observing leon's movement closely. before he could draw his gun, krauser's already tossing over a flash grenade, and its detached pin with it. leon and luis shield their eyes as the flash temporarily disorients them both.

"you won't get away with this!" 

"oh, but i will. besides, she's better off with me,"

by the time they had composed themselves, the chopper's flying off—and you with it.

end. 

dedicated to: @gremlinfuck A/N: sorry if it's not how you envisioned itfskjdskfjsdkjf . i'm sorry TT

[mint-yooxgi]

Kinktober Day 15 - Yandere!Siren!Yeosang + Predator/Prey & Body Worship

@thesafecafe Said: Hi Jackie! I'd like to request Yandere! Siren Yeosang + Consensual Predator/prey & Body worship for the kinktober prompts! A/n: *Mr. Krabs voice* DAY FIFTEEN! GIVE IT UP FOR DAY FIFTEEN! Lmaooo no, but in all seriousness, I was not expecting this one to be this long. I had a little too much fun writing it. Also, Yan!Siren!Yeosang with a breeding kink was not on my 2024 bingo card, but here we are! Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Yandere, Possession, Monstrous Features, Breeding Word Count: 2,582 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist

The cove is near silent, the only sounds heard being the gentle rush of water against the shore. It’s steady, and rhythmic, matching a particular heartbeat as eyes peer above water. Inky black surrounds the faintest glimmer of golden irises, mirroring the way the moon illuminates the surface of the sea, and blending together in perfect harmony.

Below the surface, a tail swishes languidly, keeping him afloat.

The deepest of black scales cut through the water, the richest of golds shining between the veins. His colouring has always allowed him to blend in well with his surroundings, and tonight is no excuse. It’s one of the many reasons why he’s the best hunter in his guild.

Yeosang slows his breathing even further, straining his ears to hear any discrepancies in the area. He knows you’re around here somewhere, but you’ve hidden yourself better than he ever could have imagined.

It irritates him. You should already be in his grasp, pinned beneath him on the shore as he finally claims you as his own. After all, he’s certainly waited long enough for this moment. It’s not like he’s been anticipating mating with you for months now, or anything…

Closing his eyes, Yeosang takes in a deep breath. Stilling his movements as much as he can, he focusses in on his surroundings. The sound of the tide does not change, but perhaps he’ll be able to hear your breathing-

There!

Golden eyes snap open, the faintest of vibrations felt beneath the surface of the water. His head snaps towards a small nook, hidden away behind some rocks. There, ripples dance almost inconceivably across the surface of the water.

A slip on your part may just be your one fatal mistake.

Silently, Yeosang slides beneath the water, submerging himself with the tide and inhaling deeply. The faintest bit of your intoxicating scent drifts in from that little alcove, and he swears he can hear the telltale signs of feet treading water.

He does not hesitate for a moment longer.

Like lightning, he streaks across the surface of the water. Though his movements are quick, not a sound is made, nor a shift in the tide to indicate his approaching presence. Each flick of his tail is precise, anticipation clawing at his chest and threatening to make his heart burst at any moment.

He dives deeper, ensuring that you won’t see him coming as he approaches you eagerly.

Your own movements are as minimal as can be, treading water near the edge of that little hidden alcove. Your body is nearly pressed right against the surrounding rocks, one hand gripping the surface to help keep your balance and hold yourself up. Your eyes watch the only known entrance to this little hiding place like a hawk, darting to look beneath the surface every now and again.

The erratic beating of your heart has seemed to calm for the moment thanks to some breathing exercises you’ve been using. You’ve synced each inhalation with the tide, your chest ebbing and flowing like the water around you. There’s no out-swimming or out-maneuvering the beautiful creature that pursues you while submerged beneath the waves. Your best option is to hide and hope to all hell that you can survive for as long as possible before getting caught.

Sparing another glance towards the depths below, your breath hitches in your throat. Excitement thrums through your veins as you see those all too familiar golden orbs surrounded by the deepest of blacks staring you down.

Your heart skips a beat, breath catching in your throat once more as you push yourself right up against the rocks. Your hands reach out on either side of you for a ledge, feet sliding against the cool smoothness behind you as he approaches. The fact that he purposely slows his movements the closer that he gets to you only sends a thrill shooting up your spine.

There’s no way out, and now, he’s finally found you.

A pleased, melodic hum fills the surrounding cavern.

“I told you there was no point in hiding.” His deep voice rumbles out, nothing but his eyes breaching the surface of the water.

The way you can hear every word he speaks so clearly, even with his mouth still concealed beneath the waves has a shiver caressing your spine. His piercing gaze stares you down, and you cannot help the way your whole body seems to freeze at the predatory look in his eyes.

Slowly, he begins stalking towards you.

“There’s nowhere to escape, My Precious Pearl.” Another melodic hum fills the air, the water eerily silent around you. “You’re trapped now.”

Flicking your gaze beside his head, you glance the only opening. Bending your legs, you prepare to push yourself off of the rocks, planning to rush passed him as a last ditch attempt to evade your pursuer.

Only, he’s faster.

“Ah-ah-ah,” Yeosang tuts, his arms now securely wrapped around you and pulling you flush against the smooth, sculpted planes of his chest. “You’re mine now.”

Gently, his nose traces over the side of your neck, inhaling you deeply.

A shudder wracks his spine as his eyes nearly roll to the back of his head.

“Fuck- you smell incredible.” He coos, arms tightening around your waist. “My Precious Pearl,” he nuzzles into you affectionately, “I finally found you.”

“Yeosang…” Your voice is but a whisper, attempting to free yourself from his grasp.

“You’re not getting away from me that easily.” He growls, pressing you against him ever tighter. “I caught you, fair and square. Finally, you’re mine.”

Your hands come up to settle on his upper chest, eyes nearly fluttering as you feel him beginning to trace his lips against your pulse. The moment he starts pressing kisses along your skin, your lips part, trusting him to hold you steady as he wraps you securely in his arms.

“Oh, yeah?” A shaky exhale is given, leaning the slightest bit away from him teasingly. “Just what part of me belongs to you?”

Yeosang’s eyes flash, another low growl shaking his chest.

“Everything.” His claws dig into your thighs, tracing his fingers up and down your skin. “Your everything belongs to me.”

Sliding your hands up his shoulders and around his neck, your fingers begin teasingly threading through his hair.

“Says who?” Narrowing your eyes, a knowing smirk tugs at the corner of your lips.

His tail twitches beneath the water as his eyes flash. “Me.”

Before you even have a chance to respond, Yeosang has disappeared beneath the surface of the waves. His hands never leave your body, tracing down your sides and shredding through the minuscule amount of clothing you still have on.

The way his claws feel dancing across your skin has your lips parting in a moan.

His hands encircle your ankles, and your breath hitches. Only, what you don’t expect him to do is push you against the stones, using his strength to keep you balanced and afloat.

Gently, his thumbs begin to caress the inside of your ankles.

“Such beautiful feet.” A melodic hum can be heard reverberating from beneath the water. “I would split the very earth in two should anything befall your path, Beloved.”

The feeling of him leaning in to place a tender kiss to the inside arch of either foot makes you giggle, his hair tickling your skin.

“I will lay waste to anybody at your feet whom should choose to belittle you, cheat you… hurt you.” His eyes flash, glancing up at you from below with an intensity you’ve only ever seen a few times before. “Your feet are mine to wash, and ensure no discomfort ever befalls you again.”

Your heart flutters, toes wiggling happily as Yeosang shifts up your body.

“There is nothing more satisfying than the feeling of your legs wrapped around me, My Pearl.” He continues, tracing his claws gently up your calves. “Such beautiful skin… So soft and smooth…”

Each touch is tender, Yeosang taking his time to admire you properly.

“Mine to worship.” He squeezes the flesh of your inner thighs appreciatively. “Mine to touch. Mine to make shake in uncontrollable ecstasy.”

A soft gasp of his name slips passed your lips, and you swear you can see him smirk from beneath the surface of the water.

“You do not know how beautiful you are, Beloved. I promise to spend every day of the rest of our lives together telling you just how incredible you are.” He hums, taking his time to trail kisses up your inner thighs, nipping at the skin and biting small marks for all to see. “And if anybody so much as questions that, or makes you doubt your worth, I will not hesitate to rid them of their lower halves.”

Nosing his way up your thigh, your breath hitches. You can feel yourself clench around nothing in anticipation the closer he gets to your cunt. Only, to your disappointment, or perhaps, great relief, he brushes right passed your core.

Sliding his hands up the curve of your ass, his fingers finally settle onto the skin of your lower back.

Pressing his face into your stomach, Yeosang inhales deeply. A shudder caresses his spine, his claws digging lightly into your lower back as he holds you close. Soft kisses are placed in a halo around your stomach, his tongue darting out to flick against your skin.

“There is nothing about you that I do not love.” A loving sigh accompanies his words, nuzzling his face deeper against your stomach. “Every inch of you is perfect, especially for me.”

Your hands shift back to his hair, fingers gently threading through the strands as his tail flicks languidly beneath the surface.

“I’ve always wondered…” Yeosang hums softly, peeking up at you with that familiar golden gaze. “Would you let me breed you? Would you let me fill you so full of my seed that it’d be dripping out of you for weeks?”

A whimper escapes you, clenching hard from his words.

His one hand slips between your legs, parting your folds and dragging the tips of his fingers gently over you.

“Fuck- you’re already soaked, Precious,” He shudders against you, fingers finding your clit and circling that swollen little nub slowly. “Are you this wet from the thought of me filling you with my come? Does the idea of me fucking you full of my seed, and claiming you as my own turn you on that much?”

“Yes!” A desperate whine parts your lips, tossing your head back to rest against the rocks. “Fuck- I want to feel you claiming this pussy as your own-“

A choked moan escapes you as he slides a finger into your cunt.

Yeosang chuckles, using his thumb to continue circling over your clit.

“Keep going, Beloved.” His nose nudges against your stomach as he slowly lowers himself between your legs. Golden orbs flash up at you from within the darkness. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”

Another whimper escapes you as you feel him settle your legs over his shoulders. His head nuzzles against your inner thigh, hair tickling your skin as he adds another finger. Languidly, he pumps them into you, massaging your inner walls as his thumb circles over your clit.

The way your thighs twitch has a smirk pulling at his lips.

“Fuck- Yeosang!” Your hips roll forwards, attempting to seek the most amount of pleasure that you can in this moment. Only, the way he slows the movements of his thumb, practically stalling his fingers as he buries them deep inside of you has you whining for more. 

Meeting his gaze, you understand that in order for him to give you what you want, you have to give him what he wants.

“I want you to claim me!” Your words come out rushed, attempting to grind your hips against his hand. A gasp escapes you as he curls his fingers lightly. “Want you to fill me full of your come until all I can think about is you.”

Your whole body jolts as he removes his thumb from your clit only to lean in and press a chaste kiss to that swollen little bud. The fact that you can feel his smirk against your cunt makes your thighs twitch.

“Been thinking about you so much, Baby,” You admit with a hum. “Been thinking about how good you’d feel buried deep inside of me… about the way your skin would feel pressed against my own as you make me scream your name…”

Yeosang’s pleased growl reverberates against your cunt, his tongue darting out to begin flicking at your clit. The whole while, his fingers never stop their languid pace as they curl deep inside of you.

Not even a moment later, his lips are wrapping around your clit, suckling lightly at you as he grips your ass with his free hand.

Your breath catches in your throat.

“I want you to fill me so full of your seed that I’d feel empty without you.” You pant, fingers tightening in his hair. The way you can feel him sucking harder on your clit as you speak lets you know that he’s enjoying your words as much as you were enjoying his own earlier. “Fuck! Yeosang-“ You gasp, eyes squeezing shut as you feel yourself teetering on the edge. “I want you to fuck a baby into me!”

As soon as those words fall from your lips, your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. Your body arches off of the rocks, a loud moan escaping you as you come clinging onto his hair for dear life. Your thighs shake, threatening to close around his head at any moment as he continues to suckle your clit between his lips while pumping his fingers into you, letting you ride out your high for as long as he can.

Your chest heaves as you attempt to catch your breath, whole body twitching as he finally slows his movements over you. Your eyes flutter as he slips his fingers from you, sighing blissfully as you feel him kissing his way back up your body.

Breaching the surface once more, Yeosang immediately presses his lips to yours. Your legs automatically wrap themselves around his waist as he pushes you flush against the rocks, needing to feel every inch of your bare skin against his own.

“You’re so perfect when you come for me,” He breathes, cupping your cheek gingerly with his one hand.

You smile against his lips. “You make me this way.”

Yeosang hums, nuzzling his nose affectionately against your own. “Mine.”

A soft giggle fills the air as you peck his lips. “Yours.”

You can feel his free hand caressing over your side, his claws sending a pleasant shiver up your spine. A moment later, he reaches around to squeeze your ass, pressing himself firmly against your core. You can feel two very solid and almost identical weights settled against the skin of your thighs, the gold lining his scales shimmering beneath the water.

Looking down, you cannot help the hitch in your breath, nor the way your heart jumps excitedly inside of your chest.

“I hope you’re ready, Beloved,” he hums, leaning in to rest his forehead against your own. The head of each of his cocks brushes up against your core, beginning to press the slightest bit into you and beginning to stretch you open. “Because I’m about to fuck a baby into you.”

[angies-writing-blog]

Like a predator closing in on its prey, Sūn Wùkōng rushed toward you, driven by an untamed instinct he could no longer suppress.

Fingers sinking deep into your hair, he pulled you sharply closer until the space between you vanished, your bodies nearly entwined as one.

His breath grazed your skin, and before you could react, his lips found yours—sweet with the taste of peach, an attempt to drive away the lingering bitterness of battle on his own.

A fire flared within you, its warmth unfurling from your core, rippling through every nerve, sending a shiver of delight down your spine.

Your heart thundered so violently that you feared it might tear itself free.

It felt as though Wùkōng pursued not only you, but the shadow of his own dread—the terror of losing you.

Only once he had conquered that fear did he allow you the luxury of a breath, as if for a heartbeat, he had forgotten the fragility of your mortal life.

Without uttering a word, he drew you into his arms, the hold steady and unrelenting.

In the circle of his embrace, you sensed the depth of his strength, as though the world outside had ceased to exist—his grip unyielding, as if he would never let you slip away.

[fancyfeathers]

Always Prey But Never A Bird

Based on the Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling series

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Taglist: @jsprien213 @toast-on-dandelioms @plsfckmedxddy @lilyalone @sydneyyyya @yandere-wishes @cxcilla @nemesis-writer

You are riding your bike just across the bridge, pulling into a small and long abandoned dock which was rendered unusable due to an Arkham Asylum breakout incident two months ago. You dismounted your bike, leaving it relating against a busted up fire hydrant, the motorcycle most likely enduring a scrape on the metal. You tugged at your hair, a sharp in take of the cold air of Gotham which made a noise which was reminiscent of a hiss. You felt like you were about to cry but instead you screamed, it was guttural and painful, like you had been stabbed in the gut or like when you fell of that bridge a few weeks prior to only be saved by Dick Grayson, you wanted to actually kill yourself in this moment or at least hit something.

As it could not get any worse you could hear the roar of an engine as it slowed down in the vehicle’s approach to you.

Your father.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” You heard his voice boom from behind you following the noise of the door of the Batmobile opening, his footsteps stomping towards you. He never got this level of anger at you as a child, even when you did start dating your now fiancé without his permission or when you punched a boy in your class in the face, well punch is a light word, you beat him bloody as a ten year old. “You cannot make a scene like that, you are going to put yourself in danger!”

“Wake up, I am in this world now, are you not in danger every night? What about Dick, Tim, Cassandra, what about them?” You snapped back at him, turning around at him, looking at him with that intense pain and anger that burned within them. “You all consider them your own, hell Damian is your biological child just like me and yet you treat me as if I am an incapable, helpless, broken child, a little girl who cannot do anything without her father breathing down her neck.”

“They are trained and have been doing this for a number of years-“

“So have I! I have taught myself everything over the last four years and yet you still see me as a child even now, I have done everything they have and yet you act as if I will break my leg if I even so much as trip when walking.” You scoffed, throwing your arms up in the air, you were exasperated at this point. “I am tired of being treated like a little girl, by all of you! I am exhausted trying to prove myself to you, so much so that I have only now decided to pursue my own happiness, the engagement was not to spite you or anyone else, it was for me and my own happiness for the rest of my life and unlike you I will actually be able to put the mask when the person who loves me asks me to, I won’t have them leave me when they are pregnant because they are terrified of what life their daughter will have with her father being who he is.”

“You let your emotions get the best of you, you put a target on your back because of your behavior back there.” He scolded you, his eyes narrowing at you from beneath the cowl. “You will get yourself killed by running around like this, your brothers and sisters are able to work with their heads clear but it’s clear that you let your anger control you-“

“Is that what you said when Jason came back as Red Hood, wanting to kill the Joker? Or when Dick left the manor and stopped being Robin because he couldn’t stand being in your shadow?” You rolled your eyes, walking back to your motorcycle, swinging your leg over the motorcycle, the engine purring beneath you. “Don’t try to drag me back, I don’t need your protection and I’m not yours anymore. Try anything and you’ll never see me again, trust me a lifetime is much longer than four years.”

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You say on the ledge of a building, not quite willing to go back to the penthouse where Gabriel and his parents awaited for you to return but you were not ready to patrol around the city and potentially encounter your family, not a doubt in your mind that they were out and about with the party over. You sighed, resting your head on your hands and looking out over the city as you sat on top of an apartment building downtown, you would need to get back on a daytime sleep schedule again if you wanted to move on past your vigilantism, to be able to put up your mask for good.

“I thought I told you to return to your home.” You jumped up when you heard a familiar voice speak from behind you. You turned your head around to see a figure under the dim light of Gotham streetlights, Talia Al Ghul. “And yet here you are, disobeying your father at every turn.”

“He may be my biological father, but I will not treat him as such because that is not what he deserves, and I’m not going to back down from a fight just because you asked me to.” You snapped at her, standing up from the ledge, your body tensing as your hand came to rest on your belt, more specifically on an emergency signal that would alert your team if anything remotely went south or maybe even your family depending on if Barbara got into the security system again. “What do you want? I don’t really want to see you right now.”

“It is not me who wants to speak to you this time I am afraid.” She replied, a smile playing on the corner of her lips as she takes out a piece of fabric, a scarf, a very beautiful and most likely a priceless piece, and you certainly knew fabrics and fashions, your mother had a passion for them when you were growing up with just her and she took you traveling the world, your childhood home before you two returned to Gotham was in Singapore, your mother never wanted to come back to Gotham, but that was a story for another day. Talia handed you the scarf and then guided your hand underneath the jacket you wore over your suit. “When you are willing, wear this and someone will retrieve you, do not worry you will not be harmed and you will be returned right where you were taken.”

“I don’t think I understand-“

“My own father would like to see you, nothing more than pleasant conversation, maybe a bit of tea?” Her hand trailed up your cheek, stroking it affectionately as if nothing was wrong at all. “But I would not wait forever, patience is a virtue that does not last forever, my dear.”

“Don’t call me that, and I’m not particularly fond of the idea of meeting your father, especially the idea of being kidnapped to do so.” You sighed, slipping out your hand and glancing at the scarf she gave you. “But it’s a shame really since this is a really beautiful scarf, it reminds me of the sort of thing my mother would wear back when we lived in… never mind that was a long time ago.”

“Well you can keep it, it is a gift after all. You did remind me that I should pay your mother a visit, I have a few gifts for her, such a sweet thing.”

“You know she can’t stand you, right? My father also hates the idea of you being near her especially after how you conceived Damian, I-“ You were about to finish your sentence which was already earning a scowl from her but your phone rang, tucked inside your utility belt pocket. You sighed, keeping your eyes locked on Talia as you dug out your phone from your pocket, taking a look down at the caller ID, your now fiancé. “I… I have to take this, it’s… it’s my fiancé.”

“Go ahead, I will see you soon anyway, my dearest girl.” You blinked and in a moment she was gone, disappeared out of nowhere. You only glanced around for a moment before sighing and answering the phone.

“Hey dove, are you alright? Your father ran off pretty quickly after you left, your siblings and Miss Gordon too, I think they’re worried about you… do they know you’re…”

“Yes, they do know I’m Songbird, even if I wish they didn’t.” You replied to Gabriel, assuming what he was going to ask over the phone and of course you were right. “Look I’ll be back soon, really it was just a camera malfunction in the Joker’s cell-“

“The Joker?! You were… I… this is exactly why I want you to quit, I just don’t want you hurt by crazies like him.” You heard his voice sigh from the other end of the line. “Look, just come back in one piece.”

“Don’t worry about me too much, the Batman tailed me in there and made me sit on the side lines, the man is the most paranoid person I have ever met.” You rolled your eyes at the memory of your father back there and the unsettling comments of the Joker. “Look I’ll be back before morning, don’t wait for me… I need to meet up with some people.”

“Who may that be?”

“…for lack of a better term, my aunt.”

“You have an aunt?”

“Kind of… sort of?”

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You parked your bike outback, behind a high end apartment building that was your destination. You took off your suit, leaving you in your evening gown and you tucked the pin into your small handbag, alongside your lipgloss and phone. You walked up the backstairs, avoiding the lobby and the doorman and so no one would take photos of you and the gossip headline would not be about the youngest Wayne child running about the city after you disappeared for four years, which was scandal enough.

The apartment hallway was cold, the air conditioning blasting as your heels clicked against the tile. Then eventually you reached a door at the end of the hallway and it took you a moment but you eventually mustered up the courage to knock. You could hear the sound of footsteps from behind the door and the sound of the lock and the door knob turning…

“Selina… hi…” The woman before you did not look shocked at the sight of you like you expected, instead she just smiled at you. “I’d like to talk… if you have the time-“

“I’ll get some wine.” She opened the door wide for you, allowing you to step into her apartment which was far warmer than the hallway. “Make yourself at home, Kitten.”

“Thank you, Selina.” You replied to her, walking straight into her living room and sitting down on the couch and as she walked off to the kitchen to grab two wine glasses and a bottle of chardonnay. “I… I got engaged.”

“Oh I know.” You glanced back at her in the kitchen as she poured the wine into each glass and with her free hand she held something up, your engagement ring. “Snagged your ring.”

“Selina!”

“Sorry, sorry, Kitten.” She laughed, taking both wine glasses back out to her living room where you sat. “Besides Dick came by whining about it after that party at that museum, he was practically sobbing, but so have been telling them all since you left that you have moved on with your life a long time ago, probably off traveling the world, but you stayed in Gotham of all places, after all this time.”

“Ya… I guess I just wanted to prove a point to my old man, Dick, Jason, Tim- all of them really, that I can do anything they can.” You held your hand out as Selina set the glasses of wine on the coffee table and she took your hand in hers as she sat down next to you and she slipped the ring back on your finger. “Dick didn’t tell you anything about who I am engaged to, did he?”

“Only that he hated everything about that and felt as if you were dying right before his eyes.” She grabbed the glass of wine that was hers and she took a sip before looking down at your hand and engagement ring again. “But I have to say that is one hell of a stone, how much?”

“It’s an heirloom, it was his great grandmother’s ring… or was it his great great grandmother’s ring? I wish I could remember.” You looked down at the ring and smiled wide, leaning your head back on the couch. “Two million to answer your question and his name is Gabriel Christel.”

“Two million?! Kitten, you have him wrapped around your finger and lapping at every word you say.” She giggled like a little girl, before standing up from the couch and walking back to the kitchen and grabbing her laptop from the counter while one of her many cats that she took in as strays jumped up onto your lap and curled up against you. She sat down right next to you, opening her laptop. “What are you thinking about with the wedding? Colors? Flowers? Guest list?”

“I don’t know any of that yet I’m afraid… but Selina, I need to ask you a favor.” You reached over and closed her laptop, not wanting to talk about any wedding planning at the moment. “This is Songbird business and right now Songbird needs Catwoman.”

“Of course, Kitten.” She set her laptop aside and pushed it onto the coffee table next to hers and your wine glasses. “What is it? And I promise, whatever you ask, whatever you say will never reach the ears of your father.”

“Well, it will eventually….” You sighed, squeezing your brow between your thumb and forefinger. “There are many people of different organizations who may be after me, but if something happens to me, please look after my friends, they would not be able to survive in Gotham without me and I doubt my family would be keen on lending a helping hand since they helped hide me for four years.”

“You really didn’t have to ask me that, lovely.” She smiled at you, taking your hands in her own, giving them a soft squeeze as her sharpened nails ever so slightly pressed against the skin of your knuckles, not hard enough to break skin at all, no she was always gentle with you. “I will always look after you, and that includes your friends too.”

“Thank you, Selina.”

“Now, that aside, I do want to talk about wedding dresses with you.” She reached out and grabbed her computer, quickly dropping the topic as quickly as you brought it up. She opened her computer, turning it on and her sharp nails tapped against the keyboard as she typed in her password. “What is your budget?”

“…there is none.”

“Now you’re talking my kind of language, Kitten.”

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Selina leaned back on her couch, your head resting on her lap, you were long fast asleep. Selina had gotten a makeup wipe and she took off your makeup along with practically doing a whole skincare routine on you, after all she cannot have the future bride to be breaking out. She slipped off your heels and set them next to your handbag on the coffee table, besides designer brands like that hardly get worn anyway.

“I knew you were going to show up, Brucie.” Selina commented, glancing over her shoulder at the figure that lingered in the shadows of her apartment, near her window that she accidentally left open to air out the food she accidentally burned not too long before you came. She held her finger up to her lips in a shushing motion as he stepped closer, just close enough to love over the couch and see you sleeping on her lap. “She practically passed out about an hour ago, the poor kitten is just so tired, probably all the family stress you put her through.”

“Hmm… she put herself in danger today.” Your father spoke, walking around the couch so Selina would not have to roll her neck about just to see him, his footsteps as quiet as a mouse as to not wake you, but then his eyes fell upon the empty glasses of wine. He picked up one of the glasses, your empty glass, he ran his finger along the rim, collecting the liquid that was left behind before shooting a glare at Selina. “You drugged her.”

“She was exhausted, I could hear how tired she sounded, again probably from the stress.” Selina sighed, scratching at your scalp, messaging your head as she ran her fingers and nails through your hair. “If you’ve come to take her back to the manor I won’t allow you to.”

“Not… not yet.” Selina watched as the Batman kneeled down on the ground next to you, brushing the hair out of your face. He looked down at your hand and the engagement ring upon your finger, he sighed and slid it off, but of course he had to return it under Selina’s watchful eye. He sighed and pried one of the smaller diamonds off of the ring with a batarang and before Selina could raise an objection he took something out of a small pouch on his utility belt, a fake diamond. “It’s a tracker, just to make sure she is okay.”

“And so you can spy on her at any hour of the day.” Selina snapped back at Bruce, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “You really are the most paranoid person I have ever met.”

“I am keeping my daughter safe.” She watched as Bruce slipped the engagement ring back onto your finger. “She is young and reckless.”

“Hm… well, may I have that loose diamond, that alone is worth a small fortune.”

“Selina.”

“Fine.”

[jealousofmydreams]

Indulgences of the beast

Synopsis : In which Father Charlie, the symbol of faith and sacrifice, succumbs to his own temptations as the restraints of his inner beast are broken free, allowing it to roam and pursue its desired prey.

warnings : {dubcon, drowning, suffocation, forced infidelity, breathplay} NOT THIS CHAPTER

a/n : i have not watched the show, only saw one of too many clips of it and wrote this. nothing is probably accurate so read it for fun. also had to divide the story in parts because i exceeded the word count..

ACT I

"Today, under the blessing of the Lord, we appoint our brothers and sisters as priests of the Andréas Cathedral,"

Father Charlie stood on the platform, with the other clerics. He observed the crowd before him. The agitated and regid newcomers and their families overflowing the small church.

In the midst of the function, his eyes were in search of a certain woman.

His gaze landing on the small figure hidden in the shadows. Even in the sunlit room, she managed to find a way to remain hidden.

Her dark tunic was up to her neck, tight and closed around her throat. The long robe flowing by her ankles and her cincture hung loosely on her waist as if it was hastened quickly. Her veil was tightly bound to her forehead and unlike most, she wore dark gloves.

The newly appointed nun, who had gone through the same procedure many months ago, was an egnima even he could not descript.

She hid herself with the thick black and white cloth. Yet, somehow, the woman who tried so hard to remain hidden, was the foundation of his morbid interest.

She was nameless, one of many among the nuns and priests slithering the church.

Yet, she became a a vital part of his being, for reasons he himself didn't fully comprehend.

Almost as if she could feel his stare, her eyes flickered to him and her slumping back, straightened up. With a lift of his chin, he wore a gentle smile but could not find himself to let their gazes shift.

It wasn't until the faint murmurs of amen resonated, did she eventually look away. The latin word slipped past his lips, like a rite, but he remained fixated on her lips that were tightly pursed. Almost as if she was revolting to utter the word that was meant to be as scared as the vows she took.

The faint smile Father Charlie wore, grew.

ACT II

He always found her in her designed corner, by the willow tree.

In the small courtyard, where stood a tree that never grew as tall and high as the ones around the church, hid the woman he was searching for.

He could barely see a glimpse of her, the leaves quick to sway and ripple her figure.

Even so, he would recognize her form anywhere.

She was reaching up into the tree. Her legs slightly trembling from the strain as she reached up into a groove. Her fingernails dug deep into the twisted trunk. Her other hand fumbled around the roots, seemingly looking for something. Her forehead pressed against the trunk and he could hear the soft huffs she let out.

With light steps, and a quick look at the courtyard that showcased that no one else was present, he quietly entered the domain of the tree. With one finger, he lifted the long branche full of leaves, the wind muffling his presence.

"I don't believe this little shrub has anything left to give, sister," although his words were quietly spoken, she was still surprised by his presence.

With a yelp, she retracted her hand and turned around to face him. He had folded his hands behind his back and tilted his chin in wonder. The meek woman had her mouth agape and she could feel the heat rise up in the back of her neck and her ears.

"I-I," she bowed twice, "Forgive me, Father, I was merely looking for a keepsake," as she spoke, her eyes widened. It seemed lies were not her forte.

"There's nothing to be forgiven," he brushed off her worries. Although his words were kind, his eyes were ominous. With idle steps, he kept walking towards her but she could no longer look at him.

His presence always intimidated her.

She looked anywhere but him, and kept rolling and squeezing her hands together. When she finally heard his approching steps, she took one back. His scent suddenly overwhelming her senses.

However, there was no space left for her to run. The tree's trunk dug deeply into her back, as if it was seeking revenge from the way she dug into it earlier.

With a surprised and jerky movement, she accidently caught his eyes. Instinctly, she held her hands in front of herself. Afraid if she didn't, he could cross the invisible boundaries she put around herself.

At her gesture, a chuckle slipped past his lips. "I thought everyone had left to welcome the new novices,"

Even when he spoke, she could not find it in herself to look at him. Her eyes kept straying away. To the grass, to the leaves, to her hands, to her feet.

Never him.

She felt as if he was looking for her faults, any for him to correct.

"Long and boring ceremony I must say," He lightly skimmed her fingertips with his own. With a quick motion, he pressed his palm in the back of her hands, and brought both hands in one of his.

The sudden touch made her squirm, and she bit her lips in case she mumbled mindless apologizes.

"Few wandered off, I myself have, but most have retreated back to their chambers," although his words were meant to be distracting, she was still stiff under his touch.

As she looked pointly at his chest, he took his time to wander his eyes over her features. He could not remember a time he ever got close to her as he was now.

He traced her with his eyes, she could almost feel it as if he was trailing his finger along her face. She kept licking her dry lips until they had a clear sheen of gloss.

He fought the urge to lick it himself.

"Father, forgive me..." The words she tried to hold back, flew out then. However, he could not focus on the words she spoke.

Instead, his gaze lingered on a lone leaf that had fallen and rested on her hair. He carefully brushed his knuckles past her cheek, sending her shivers which he dutifully noted. Just as his fingertips closed around the stem, his attention was brought somewhere else.

To a white note flickering in the crevice of the tree.   

The features on his face stiffened. As he was reminded why this willow tree seemed to be such a scared place for her, beyond the church itself.

She became quiet then. She could almost feel the air changing too, as if he was controlling it with his mere emotions.

Or perhaps she was the one who was easily affected by him.

With the small amount of confidence she mustered, she took a side way glance at him and almost wished she hadn't. The glare that overtook his face, scared her.

Before she could do anything, he suddenly pressed himself to her. Her hands, still held between his, wegded between their bodies. Her nose pushed into the middle of his chest. She was close enough where she could feel the ridges of his body, the thick cotton almost felt thin then. Her sharp intake of breath had her swallowing his scent, involuntarily.

His scent almost choking her.

Her lips parted slightly, his fabric sticking to them as she gasped when she felt his thighs pressing against her trembling ones. She barely managed to keep her eyes open.

She tried to form words, to speak up. However, before she could voice them, he suddenly withdrew from her, just as quickly as he had pressed against her.

She looked up at him in surprise.

The glare focused on her now. Even though he had a small smile, she couldn't help but feel as if it was a facade. As if he was merely holding himself back.

"Your keepsake," He didn't say anything else. Merely let go of her hands and put the small crumpled letter in her palm.

He left before she could respond.

ACT III

The steps she took were as quiet as the night she snuck into. The dark forest hid her well from any roaming presence.

At this point, she had grown familiar with this path. The tall building that was often used as storage, dwelt empty most days.

She could feel the ruffle of her long skirt and kept tugging at her hair, fidgeting. No matter how often she snuck out, the anxiety brewed in the pit of her stomach.

The quiet crunch of the dry grass and the musty smell of the cold night embraced her as she entered the designed area. Just as she entered the empty terrain, which was behind a tower she deemed empty, a familiar face appeared out of the shadows.

She barely caught her breath before she ran in his arms. She threw her arms around his chest and his around her waist.

Both unaware of the lingering presence in the edifice, hiding and watching in the corner of the window.

Father Charlie had his own duties to attend to. Back then, he wasn't mindful of his surroundings, too conflicted of his own doings.

One night, spend in his own agony, wandering alone, he stumbled upon the scene just as the one happening before his eyes.

How many time as he seen this scene happening over and over again?

He lost count. The fist forming over his heart was never familiar. He could feel the lump in his throat, the scorching envy bleeding in his chest.

He could hear her quiet giggles, could almost feel the warmth of her body, as he had the day against the willow tree.

They would embrace as they always had, lock lips and whispers sweet nothings into the nights.

Charlie has forgotten the number of times he had dreamed of this moment as if it was his own.

Her whispers of her lover's name echoed, her pants became louder as they held each other. The unknown man had one hand lingering on her waist and the other one creeping up on her robe, always caressing yet never daring. She whimpered aimlessly, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her lips licking and sucking his as if she was in heat.

His cold hand held her covered flesh, caressing the curve of her back and trailing up to her upper back. He dragged the fabric lightly until her ankles were peeking into the cold air.

However, as he pressed light pecks to her neck, his skin pickled.

As if he was preyed on.

He opened his eyes, barely focusing on what he was seeing when he froze. He could see a small shadow in the empty room.

The woman in his arms was quick to sense his change of mood. Her heart was thrumming widely and her blood was coursing in her veins, yet she couldn't fathom why he had stopped.

Father Charlie had long lost the will to remain hidden. He wasn't her. No matter what, he wanted to be seen, and so desperately did he wish to be seen by her.

His fingers gripped the window legde, his glare evident even through the darkness.

He watched as she helplessly looked at her lover running away.

Like a coward, Father Charlie thought.

The lost woman pressed her cold hands to her chest, confusion replacing her longing. He had kissed her one last time and with an excuse on his lips, he ran away.

Surely cows and pigs held no duties this late at night? Especially so suddenly, she thought.

Lost in her thoughts, it wasn't until she heard the cry of a crow, her confusion shattered.

With a quick look around, she hurriedly pressed the back of her hand to wipe her lips, and ruffled her robe until it was neatly in place. She took one glance around and quickly left the area.

The shadow hiding, following her suit.

[rottiens]

I need to hear more about your detective sukuna thoughts pls

✮ cw. 18+, implicit violence and sensitive topics, it is implied that the reader is a foreigner, detective au. fun fact; toji is sukuna's boss in this au just because I want him to :3 | divider creds: cafekitsune.

Sukuna has a reputation for corruption, always finding excuses to shoot, harm witnesses and, of course, use handcuffs. His methods are not always orthodox, but they always pay off. That's why his boss usually turns a blind eye when Sukuna is in charge of a case, giving him the necessary immunity and resources he requests.

Murders, robberies, arms trafficking: these are just some of the cases the great Sukuna has worked on, finding solutions over a ten-year career, with all of those cases now closed… except one.

The surprise death of the president of one of Tokyo's most important companies shocked the country, filling the newspapers and front pages for months. The case was closed as a suicide, but Sukuna knew there was more to it, especially when his superiors insisted that there was nothing more to investigate and that he should no longer stick his nose where it was not called. That only made him, of course, more determined to probe where he was not called.

He has been working "undercover" for the past few weeks, though not under orders from his superiors, but under his own rules. Investigating witnesses, collecting documents, sniffing out clues like a bloodhound, and among all those things, there's always one thing in common: you.

He has been watching you. You charge and pass each object through the scanner with a neutral face and steady hands. You look like an expert in the field. The tag on your uniform says "Aiko," clearly a fake name. Sukuna had seen your name on the report now lying under his mattress. He knows your real name, age, hometown but that's all he could collect, no college record, a family to pursue, an ex-partner or any other previous job. The president's personal assistant with a blank background, living in one of the most humble areas of the city, far from magazines, newspapers, camera lenses….

Sukuna places the pack of cigarettes on the counter with more force than necessary just as the store bell chimes. It's just the two of you now.

"Just that?" you ask without looking at him. Sukuna searches your eyes silently until you hold his gaze. Exhausted eyes, painted the black of your dark circles under your eyes.

How long have you not slept? What is keeping you awake? The questions make him bite his lip, restraining himself from pulling out his notebook and starting the interrogation right there, curiosity eating him alive from the inside but he knows you still need one more push to go down. He finally gives in, shakes his head in affirmation and you tell him the price, the same one you've given him for the past few weeks with the same lifeless countenance as always.

Sukuna pulls his wallet out of his leather jacket, showing you a flash of his badge glowing in the darkness of his clothes. Sukuna sees you tense up behind the counter. You pick up your hands and hide them where he can't see them. He slides a wad of bills onto the wood along with a white card with his phone number and name in plain black letters.

You shake your head before he has a chance to say anything.

"I just want to talk," he says, still, his voice a little hoarse.

"I don't have anything to talk to you about." Your accent is good, but he can easily tell you're not from here.

"I just want to buy you a coffee."

Sukuna leans back on the counter, holding his jaw with his open hand as he examines you up and down. You lean back in the chair, almost as if you think he's going to grab you and force you to stay still. You are visibly trembling, and it all makes his adrenaline rush through his veins, he is drooling, his eyes slightly wide at the prey in front of him. What are you hiding, what do you know?

"Can you leave now?"

Sukuna realizes how easy it would be to handcuff you at this point. With a little effort, he'd leap over the counter, mount you on his broad shoulders, and haul you out the door to throw you in his truck. However, remember that it's Monday, the flow of people is higher at the beginning of the week, and it would be a hassle to have to shoot another civilian.

Sukuna stretches as he groans; all the imagination of the scene has exhausted him. So he runs a hand through his hair and shoves the cigarette box into his back pockets.

"Call me if you're bored. I promise it will be worth it," he comments with a smile that makes you visibly uncomfortable.

Then he walks towards the exit and, with a creak of the bell, the cold snowflakes that his stale presence brought to the place begin to fall on your head and arms, covered by the thin uniform shirt, making you shiver even more, causing your fingers and lips to become like ice cubes with the winter that the infamous detective leaves behind.

[cheesycatz]

THE ENTIRETY OF THE WORMTON FIC IS DRAFTED! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! Sooooo, what does that mean? I'm currently revising every chapter, leaving notes for things I want to change, move, or add, and deleting what I'm no longer happy with. I'm hoping to finish by the end of the month. After that, I have to, y'know, actually write the thing. I plan to release chapter 1 and the prologue together. I have no idea how long each chapter will take, but considering the length of each chapter and how long these updates take me, a month between chapters is likely realistic. We'll just have to wait and see.

In fact, June 5th could be a reasonable release date for the first chapter! I’m sure you don’t have any other plans that day… /j I guess

As far as actual content goes, I was having fun with the last two chapters. Most of the fic is from Spamton’s and Blue’s perspectives, but I thought it would be sweet to have one chapter from each of the addisons for the finale, each telling him that they love him in different ways, and for Spamton to take the last chapter and finally say “I love you” back. The word “love” and the weight associated with it is brought up many times throughout the story, and I’d thought it would be a good way to end it. Spamton’s life and mental health isn’t perfect by the last chapter, but the realization that he is unconditionally loved promises a bright future for him. YIPPEE found-family!!! There’s still some angst, but it’s mostly fluff now.

Because of Spamton's love of nature in this fic, I thought it would be nice if he learned to care for his own plant. As one does, I looked up flower language to find a suitable plant for him, focusing specifically on resilience, as I'd argue that's Spamton's most defining strength (this guy has been homeless for 20 years, somehow horrifically transformed into a puppet, lost everything he had, everyone hates or doesn't remember him, and was promised by the universe that he would never amount to anything but a broken toy to be discarded, and still gets out of bed everyday to pursue his goal. This man is DETERMINED). Anyways, I saw dandelions on the list as a sign of resilience, renewal, and new life, and it's the perfect flower for him. A flower that can spread at such a fast rate it's seen as a useless weed more than anything else. Yet, year after year, they persist. A field completely filled with dandelions is still a flower field, and just as beautiful if you'd give it the chance. Why the hell would someone be selling dandelions in a flower shop? Uh…they don't grow naturally in Cyber World, so maybe they'd be sold there, and the store owner didn't want to throw them away after moving to Castle Town or something… JUST LET ME HAVE THIS

Revisions are fun! Most of the changes involve Spamton's character, as I've gotten a better grasp on him over the years. Despite his drastically different biology and backstory, Wormton is meant to be as close to homeless-era Spamton as possible personality wise, and I hope I can do him justice. Overall, I've revised him to be a lot more mysterious and antagonistic. He hates addisons, and only stuck with Blue because they were easy to use. He's never been treated like a person before, and it takes him a while to come to terms with the fact that the addisons like him and he likes them back. He tries to express it too late, and it's no wonder they ran the moment they discovered the Worm In The Apple™.

One thing I’ve pondered for a while is whether Spamton will remain the only BIGSHOT malworm in existence. I’ve left it ambiguous in the fic, but I’d love for him to raise some hatchlings. His life with the addisons is infinitely better than his old life, but they’re not malworms. They can’t speak his native language, can’t hunt and eat prey together, can’t accommodate for a malworm’s near constant need for the presence of others. I think it would be the happiest ending, but that could be an entire fic on its own, especially since Queen was barely convinced to let even one malworm stay alive. I'd like to at least get something out before the heat death of the universe, so you'll just have to picture Wormton with a dozen identical clones of himself crawling after him.

I WANNA RELEASE SOMETHING SO BAAAAAAD

You know who’s excited for the fic to release? Me! I wanna read comments! I want to inspire people! I want you to cry over a bunch of advertisements and a piece of 90’s spyware! I want the thing I’ve spent 2.5 years on to finally see the light of day! I want the Spamton-shaped worms eating my brain to shut up!