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The strength of the Hero's Spirit, part 1 of 2

Whumptober 2024, number 10: Blow To The Head, "I can't think straight."

CW: Blow to the head, blood, bleeding wounds, cursing, lack of trust, nightmare, danger of drowning, animal traps (snare and bear trap), sickness, snapped spine, mauling monsters, left for dead, kidnapping, attempt at poisoning, emotional breakdown, beating up bad guy, sentenced to death

Notion: Name idea of Kismet comes from Kara_Eclipse! ^.^ It’s Turkish / Arabic for Fate / Destiny. Sounds pretty good considering the guy it goes for. ;)

Originally named as “Impostor” but I’ll probably use that for some other story. This also had different summary to begin with but that’s something I’ll use for some other story too. ;)

Time with the next boys of his: Legend, Hyrule, Twilight and Sky

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The Chain of eight Heroes of Hyrule groaned when they came through the portal and realized that their beloved leader had been separated from them. The moment the realization hit them, five pairs of gazes were going between Warriors, Twilight and Hyrule. “So, which one of you three is going to lead us to him?” Legend queried with a slight grin.

The trio glanced at each other before bit groaning and rolling their eyes. It was no surprise they’d be the best ones to know what direction to choose. The Captain was the one eyed male’s older brother from the war. The Traveler shared Fairy Magic with the oldest Link. The Rancher was the Old Man’s blood relative far into the future. Each of them had very close bond with Time.

The three of them shared a gaze before unconsciously choosing the same road. The rest of the brothers simply nodded and followed. Some of the five did also have quite good hunch of the correct road but they still, whenever possible, rather relied on any of these three. The feeling they followed was much stronger for them than to the rest of the Chain. And yet, there were Links each of them could find easily while others were still needing time to gain the right feeling to follow. But, in the end of the day, the group’s oldest member was the one whom could find any of them at anytime.

Hyrule’s legendary Heroes were calmly heading towards the way their feeling was leading them when suddenly something caught their notion. The war Hero gave out mark to stop while already reaching towards his sword. The eight Links stood alert and ready to defend themselves and their brothers from any possible threats. “Who’s there?” Warriors called while searching for the creator of the sound of steps.

“Just me!” Time’s voice replied and the Chain calmed down. They let go of their weapons without having drawn them out and just waited for their leader to come into sight. The moment they actually saw him, they already were shocked of the sight and swiftly surrounded him.

“Time!”

“The hell’s happened!?”

“Are you all right?”

“Can I heal the wounds, please?”

“Where’s your armor?”

“Let alone your weapons!”

“What the fuck have you faced?”

“Sit down, please, you look bit wobbly.”

The Chain fussed over the Old Man while taking in the condition he was in. The armor was gone. He was covered in both normal blood as well that of the monsters. He was having still bleeding wound in the side of his head. He seemed quite disorientated at the moment and bit confused of the eight Links around him. The only weapon he was carrying was a knife. Warriors noticed it being different than what he knew his little brother to have but he pushed the thought out of his head for now.

The eight Heroes wanted answers but at the moment it was far more important to heal the wounds and make sure their oldest brother would stay alive. The three Heroes felt bit uncertain of the situation as the feeling they wanted to follow hadn’t stopped even though Time was right here with them. Yet, they decided to find answers first and figure things out bit later. At least the feeling wasn’t urgent to be followed even if they’d be with the wrong version of their oldest brother, the real deal didn’t seem to be in any of danger at the moment.

The one eyed male watched the situation unfold around him before closing his eye as the half-fairy began to heal the wounds. He felt his mind get cleared from the fog the blow to his head had caused. That gave him more information than he had thought to be possible and he bit flinched as the knowledge rushed in. These weren’t people he knew and yet they were.

The Hero of Time held back his smirk and decided to play along. If anything, these eight were his ticket out of his old life and he wasn’t going to hesitate taking that chance. Even with the knowledge his counterpart was giving, there was something he was missing but he couldn’t figure out what that was.

“Sorry, guys, but it seems like I can’t think straight at the moment.” The currently being Chain’s leader half apologized. “Faced several Dark Nuts there and one of them had a club.” He explained and shrugged. “I’m just glad I got them dealt with without worse damage.”

“We could go and check if we find your weapons.” Sky offered kindly while getting up.

“N-no… Not yet.” The oldest Link declined while grimacing and bit holding his head. “I, uh… There might be more of those beasts around. Might be best if I was along before going that way.” He offered and felt tad relieved when the group around him nodded.

“Alright. Let’s set a camp then. That hit clearly has messed with your head quite roughly.” Four commented while glancing around his brothers. He noticed the same worry in the others as what he was feeling. Their leader was acting bit off from his normal self. Time just nodded and stood up with bit of help.

The eight kept close eye on their leader and kept him in middle as they searched for a place to camp. Three out of eight kept glancing towards a different road every now and then while feeling confused of the situation. “Your era, Sprite?” Warriors eventually asked before frowning and returning his notion back into the older male when he didn’t get a reply. “Sprite?” He called but his little brother didn’t react or reply. He glanced around and noticed the growing worry and uncertainty in the others.

The Captain carefully placed his hand onto the taller male’s shoulder but he recoiled nearly instantly away. Time had gasped and turned around swiftly with a knife already in his hold. “Whoa! Easy!” The war Hero gasped while raising his hands up in calming manner.

The Chain’s leader blinked once in start before already feeling uncertain and bit fearful. He glanced around the shocked team while bit shakily putting the knife away. “S-sorry…” He stammered while averting his gaze from everyone.

“You okay, Time?” Wind asked in full concern.

“Um… N-not exactly, I think…” Time replied and gave a weak lopsided smile. “I think, um…. M-my counterpart… I think….” He continued with a frown while searching for the answers from the mind of the guy whom should’ve been in his place at the moment. He knew the names and he knew what the nine had gone through so far but he didn’t know how to act with these guys. And clearly, his current way was not one on one with his doppelganger.

Eventually they set a camp and the one eyed male bit unwillingly let the eight help him around. He wasn’t fond of the closeness but he let it slide while trying to keep in mind that the more there was people, the better protected he’d be. Besides, that closeness clearly meant something to his counterpart’s group so he tried to calm down and accept it. At least, for now, he felt at safe. But, that only lasted for few hours….

“Boys, get the hell away from him.”

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Time growled when he realize he was alone after having gotten through the portal. He looked around to make sure he wasn’t in the vicinity of monsters and once he was certain of safety, he closed his eye while taking a deep breath. He let it out slowly while catching the feeling of what direction to pick. He grinned slightly as he could feel the Chain being together and not scattered around as he had bit feared of. With that knowledge, he started to walk as he could feel them heading towards him too.

The one eyed male didn’t get far before he gasped in pain and fell to one knee. He brought his hand up bit tentatively while knowing he hadn’t just been struck. Yet, that was when the flashes, memories and knowledge came crashing in. He gasped again and shut his eye tightly while trying to ease the flood of information. He growled a bit while knowing his counterpart was getting equally roughly the knowledge he carried.

The Chain’s leader concentrated into his breathing as he had learned it to help in this kind of situations. Sadly, the more he found out, the clearer it was that he was very close to this era’s Hero of Time. It wasn’t good thing and he just hoped he’d get to his boys before they’d crash with the wrong one.

The oldest Link shook his head and shakily stood up. He took few deep breaths to calm down and forced himself to move again. He knew his counterpart was closer to his boys but he hoped they’d go past each other. Yet, when did he ever have that much luck? Nonetheless, he hoped that Warriors, Twilight and Hyrule would have enough of understanding of the situation and not trust the wrong one. Sadly, that still left five of his boys without full knowledge and the fact of similarity in outlook…

Time sped up his going while flinching every now and then as the images and conversations popped into his mind. Most of those were rough and he slowly gathered full knowledge of what his counterpart’s life had been. Things clearly weren’t good for him and lot of mistakes had been done. Yet, any of those didn’t give rights to any of the things he was shown to have been done.

The Hero titled in two quests while going for fourth, slowed down when he saw the camp’s fire. He was ready to give out a signal whistle when the latest information struck him. He growled and fisted his hands while realizing that he had been too slow. He took a deep breath to calm down and started to walk as calmly as he could.

The one eyed male ignored the fact of the Chain having turned towards the sound of him approaching while being ready to draw their weapons. “Boys, get the hell away from him.” He commanded while locking his gaze into his counterpart. “You’ve overstayed already.” He snarled while taking a swift check on the eight Heroes that had traveled with him for quite a while now. He felt bit relieved to notice that each of them seemed to be unharmed as well as safe and sound.

The era’s real Hero of Time gasped a bit and scrambled up to his feet. He glanced around while noticing the shock and confusion in the eight, four on both sides of the fire, between him and the group’s real leader. He forced himself to calm down and answer into the rough gaze with same strength. “And you should you be more aware of the fact that the counterparts should never meet.” He countered as calmly as he could. “This is a bad thing. For both of us. The memories and knowledge… They don’t belong to you.”

“I’m well aware of that.” The Chain’s real leader stated out. “And that’s why I’m taking the eight along. You can keep the camp but nothing else.”

The counterpart grinned and shrugged. “I think the eight should decide on that.” He commented while knowing he could answer correctly to any given question.

Time chuckled and shook his head. “Oh, don’t try playing the game of questions. They know from few eras already that you and I already have shared the knowledge. You know what I know and vice versa. There’s no question they could ask to confirm the correct one of us.” He stated out before grinning. “Though, there are some things that you’re unable to give proper answer to.”

The one eyed male the Chain had found snorted and crossed his arms over. “Oh, what those would be?” He queried while feeling confident enough in his current knowledge.

Time smirked while feeling surprisingly victorious. “Alright, let’s start with easy one.” He started and turned his fond gaze into Hyrule. “Pixie, go ahead and ask him in Fairy Language whatever you wish.” He suggested in Fairy Language before turning his gaze back into his counterpart.

The era’s Hero gulped once while clearly looking confused of what had been said. “Time?” The Traveler called in Fairy Language but the one whom he had turned his notion into didn’t reply. “Time? Hey, please, look at me.” He requested but the other one just glanced at him. “Do you understand me?” He continued while getting bit worried instead of confused. “Did that hit you got from the Dark Nut with a club knock your Fairy Language off of usage?” He asked and finally snapped the one eyed male’s notion into him.

Yet, before he could reply, the Chain’s real leader already spoke on his place. “He can’t understand Fairy Language as it was never taught to him.” He stated out firmly and got the Chain to gasp in start and snap their notion into their oldest brother. “He never aided the Biggoron at the top of the Death Mountain and hence he doesn’t have the Biggoron Sword. He never were to Termina and hence he doesn’t have the Gilded Sword.”

The counterpart slowly began to glare at the one from different era. He fisted his hands “Who do you think you are to claim things like that?!” He barked out fiercely. “Those are just lies!”

Time took out his Biggoron Sword and struck into the ground. “The Chain knows how important this sword is to me. Even Wild keeps his hands off of it unless needed for a reason or another.” He started and drew out the Gilded Sword. “They know the story behind this one and hence they know how much I appreciate Four’s skills as a smith.” He sheathed both of his swords in calm moves. “They all know how it would affect me if I lost either of them. Not to mention this one.” He told and drew out the knife. “This one’s special in both craftsmanship as well as emotionally.” He turned a fond look into Warriors. “The blade my own older brother gave me during the war.” From there his gaze hardened as it returned into the counterpart. “There’s no chance in heaven or hell that I’d let anything to happen to this knife.”

The Chain stood up and moved to round Time while getting away from the one they had picked along on the road. “You…” The counterpart started with a growl. “It’s easy for you to tell all that! You’re not the one who took a blow to the head!” He snapped while feeling like losing. “It… It fucks up everything in my mind. It’s foggy and disorientated in there. How am I supposed to counter things when I can’t think straight?” He continued almost desperately and slumped back down onto the log.

“There was a wound on his head.” Sky confirmed with a slight shrug.

“He was pretty bloodied when we found him.” Wind told bit uncertainly.

Time sighed heavily and bit slumped. “Damn it…” He mumbled while knowing it hadn’t been a Dark Nut that had struck his counterpart. Yet, a foolish idea struck into his head and he first forced it out of there. But the thought was persistent and part of him felt like it would be the only right thing to do. “I’m going to be a total idiot and suggest something very outrageous.” He started while still feeling like he should back off from it. The Chain was looking at him bit worriedly while his counterpart had raised his confused gaze into him. “How about we swap? I’ll see what I can do here in your era and you travel with the Chain for a while. Maybe they can teach you what friendship and unconditional love means.” He suggested as calmly as he could.

“Sprite!”

“The hell?”

“Not a fucking chance!”

“Guys! Cool it!” The Chain’s real leader snapped a bit. “He’s had it rough.” He started bit uncertainly. “I know there is the danger that the portal doesn’t come back to here but….” He confirmed unwillingly before trailing off and sighing heavily. “I feel like this should be done.”

“Time? Are you sure?” Twilight queried tentatively. He still glanced between the two uncertainly but his heart was at ease with the male he was standing next to at the moment. Part of him didn’t want to go anywhere with a fake version of his mentor. And yet, part of him understood the one eyed male’s reasons.

“Honestly?” Time half queried before already shaking his head. “No, I’m not.” He confessed and shrugged. “But, the way things are currently won’t change things for better. A change of scenery and the company of a trustworthy group… I think that’s what’s needed in here.”

“How dangerous will it be to you?” Wild asked worriedly while feeling like they’d need far more information about the guy they’d be traveling with.

“I don’t know.” Time answered sorrowfully. “But, we’re Heroes. Danger’s part of the job description.” He offered with a weak grin which fell very swiftly. “But, I admit, changing things in here won’t be easy. I won’t be only facing monsters in here.”

“Yiga or such?” Four more of hoped than questioned. His oldest brother sighed heavily and shook his head. The Smithy grimaced at that while recalling Legend’s explanations. That got him to glance at the said brother.

“Mind control, I hope.” The Veteran whispered before nearly groaning and slumping as Time shook his head as an answer. “Fuck, you’re not staying in here.” He growled and snapped his bit rough gaze into his leader.

“That depends.” The Chain’s Old Man replied with a shrug. “I feel like only one Hero of Time can follow you eight through a portal. Me or him.”

“Then it’s you and no-one else.” Hyrule stated out firmly while latching himself into Time’s arm. The others followed suit and quite well glued themselves against him.

The counterpart of the Chain’s Hero of Time snorted and shook his head. “No second chance for the damned.” He partly growled while feeling his last piece of hope being ripped away. He stood up and started to head into the forest and back into the life he had lived so far.

“Wait!” Time screamed after him and his counterpart turned around. “It’s up to you, really.” He told with a slight shrug.

“Time?” Sky called worriedly.

“Please, give him a chance.” Time nearly begged while pulling free so he could turn around look all eight boys of his. “If I’m supposed to be with you guys, the portal will return to here eventually. I’ll survive. I always have. And I can do that now too.” He assured as well as he could. “Just show him what he’s capable of gaining if he gives it a try.”

“This isn’t a good idea.” Warriors commented while keeping check on his little brother’s counterpart.

“It’s not a good idea but you all know it’s the right idea.” Time answered with a mischievous grin. He bit chuckled as the eight groaned slightly. “Anyway…” He started but trailed off while switching into signing. “He’s fast to learn but currently Fairy Language and Sign Language are out of his knowledge. He’s not yet entirely aware of the right whistles but that’s being given to him whether or not I want to. This change of knowledge is not something either of us accept but neither of us can stop. It just happens.” He explained as swiftly as he could. “One night at here and then searching for the portal. Just do this for me, okay?”

The Chain sighed heavily but they nodded in acceptance. The eight returned back to the campfire while Time started to take off his gear. He felt tad uncertain of leaving his weapons, armor and things there but as long as he could keep eye on his counterpart, he was certain those were safe. Wild started to handle evening meal while keeping in mind that there were ten mouths to feed and not nine. Time chose the first shift, Legend took the second and Wild asked for third. Yet, they all were quite certain that the Chain’s real leader wasn’t going to sleep at that night. There was clear mistrust going on between the two whom both were tilted as the Hero of Time.

During that night Time did wake both Legend and Wild to their own shifts but he didn’t go to sleep. Instead, he was more grateful of the extra eyes on keeping everyone safe and sound. He had had the whole night to think his suggestion through and figure out if it was wise at all. Part of him wanted to back off from the situation and separate ways with his counterpart. Yet, bigger part of him felt like it was needed to be done. Sadly, he wasn’t certain if that was fueled by his counterpart’s feelings or his own.

After the breakfast the Chain of ten Heroes got ready and headed forward. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long before they found a portal forward. Time watched his boys leave with his counterpart while feeling like he was doing the biggest mistake of his life. Yet, it was too late now to change his mind and cancel the whole thing as the swirly thing vanished from his sight.

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“That was one of the most hardest thing in my life.” Warriors grumbled while feeling tad angry at his little brother for having forced this to happen.

“Yeah, we’re aware.” Twilight replied with a heavy sigh. He glanced behind to see the portal vanish. After that his gaze went through his brothers before stopping at the counterpart. For a moment he hoped but then the reality struck.

The one eyed male was looking around curiously. He didn’t wear armor nor did he have either Biggoron Sword or Gilded Sword. He didn’t seem like he was listening to the group he was with. “So… This is somewhere entirely different, huh?” He half whispered while being clearly ready to go around and explore.

“Yep.” Wind answered while seeing the differences and yet already missing their leader that of much that he was ready to give this guy a chance.

“Anyone recognizing the era?” The Captain queried while looking around. He desperately tried to ignore the similarities and concentrate into differences. He was certain this was going to be rough road as he listened to the denials from the others. Even Wild’s Slate wasn’t giving any map for the area. “What about you, new guy?” He continued and nodded at the Time-lookalike.

The oldest member of the group shook his head slowly before shrugging and grinning. “I’m quite certain you’d know if I recognized the era.”

“Any flashes or lines of conversations?” The war Hero continued while not wanting to give the guy a chance to get off easy.

The newest Link in the Chain snorted and shook his head. “I’m sure any of you would notice such.” He grumbled while trying to ignore the stares.

“You need a nickname.” Sky said calmly while trying to soothe the situation. “We know your title but, I’m sorry, the nickname from that is already taken.” He continued and gave bit of a sorrowful smile.

“Yeah, yeah…” The guy partly growled while crossing his arms over his chest. “Survivalist.” He stated out after a short moment of thinking.

Wild snorted and shook his head. “Nope. We’re all that so I don’t think it’s a good one for a name.” He commented while fully wanting Time back. Time’s counterpart gave him bit of a glare before turning his gaze off.

“I might have an idea.” Four called while thinking back to the Minish. “There’s a word in Minish that stands for Fate.” He started while his eye color settled more towards violet than any other color. “Kismet. How about that one?”

The seven brothers of the Smithy nodded in acceptance but the one the offered name would come snorted. “I would’ve rather taken Fate but I guess even that’s too shared.” He stated out before sighing heavily. “Fine. Let’s go with Kismet then. At least until better idea comes up.”

With this settled, the nine Heroes chose a direction and started to walk. After a while the just named Kismet looked around the group with slight frown and crossed his arms over his chest. “Shouldn’t I be leading?” He challenged Warriors with a slight lopsided smirk and tilt of a head.

The Captain didn’t even glance behind him. “You might be Time’s counterpart and know us but you are still new to us. I’m Time’s second-in-command and hence in the lead at the moment.” He explained calmly until finally looking at the guy. “We’ll see how things go when we learn to know you.”

Kismet scowled before already huffing. “Fine. Whatever.” He nearly grumbled while not liking at all to be kept very close eye on by the rest of the team he was with at the moment. Some of the group certainly was curious but most seemed bit suspicious of him. He knew he wasn’t giving the best of impression but this was first time he was traveling with this many people.

When the Chain of nine Heroes set for a camp, the new guy wasn’t yet given a night shift. And even then, for the time being, it was two in guard instead of one. The eight stayed up until their newest member had gone to sleep.

“I don’t trust that guy.” Legend straight off signed while glancing at Kismet’s back every now and then to know he wasn’t checking on them.

“Neither do I. Time wasn’t reacting too well to him so he needs to earn the trust if he wishes us to accept him.” Warriors agreed firmly.

“Guys, we need to give him a chance. That’s what Time requested for.” Sky reminded while trying to keep things calm.

“I don’t feel calm around him. There’s something sinister within him.” Hyrule told with a slight shiver.

“It might be just the life he’s lived through.” Four commented while going through his emotions and thoughts. The color of his eyes changed considering what he was feeling and thinking. His uncertainty was red. His anger was blue. His curiosity was green. His analytical mind was violet. Together with all these he was slowly trying to make up his mind about the guy. Then again, they hadn’t yet traveled with him than for bit over a day now. It was too early to make any decisions about the new member of their Chain.

“We just need to get him to open up. The more we know of him, the better we can understand and maybe even help.” Wind partly suggested with a shrug.

“Let’s try and hit some conversation with him tomorrow.” Twilight nodded while bit agreeing with the youngest Hero.

“I could try and bond with him while I make breakfast?” Wild offered while checking his Slate to know what he’d be capable of making in the morning.

“I don’t want anyone to be alone with that guy for now.” The Captain stated out firmly. “Once we know him better… Maybe at then.” He continued while feeling contradicted about the situation. In one hand he wanted to follow his little brother’s idea but on the other… The way Time had reacted didn’t really increase one’s trust in the guy they now traveled with.

At the next day the Chain tried to act all normal and include Kismet into the conversations and joking. The Time-lookalike rather just listened and followed. Yet, he never was the last one nor was he alone. It was clear the eight with him weren’t going to leave him out of their sight.

“So, where exactly are we going?” Kismet asked after a short break to get something eaten and regaining both stamina and strength.

“To the closest village, town or city.” Sky answered kindly. “We need information as we’re entirely unaware of where we are.”

“Plus, we’re hunting black bloodied monsters which are far stronger and wiser than the creatures we’ve learned to face.” Wind told almost excitedly even though such fights were far more dangerous than what he had so far gone through.

“What are you so excited about? That kind of beasts are deadly.” The one eyed male almost growled. The Sailor bit flinched and took few steps away from him.

“That’s the reason we’re all here.” Twilight pointed out. “We’re all accomplished fighters and Heroes of our own accord. Together we can take any of them down.”

“Not me.” Kismet grumbled beneath his breath.

“You say something?” Four queried while looking upwards while tilting his head.

“No, nothing. Didn’t say a word.” The tallest member of the group growled. He avoided eye contact with any of the eight Heroes with him. He already knew their stories and he was certain he’d get even less of acceptance and trust if he shared his own past. It was too different from them to give him anything of worth to use. In all seriousness he just wanted to get away from these people and start a new life away from his own era. But that certainly would be denied from him.

Few days later the Chain still didn’t know much about the Link they traveled with. Yet, they had let him take a night shift too but he wasn’t allowed to do that guarding alone. They kept up on keeping watch over everyone’s safe sleeping in pairs even though they were certain that Kismet already knew it wasn’t the normal procedure.

At the moment Warriors was in night shift with the one eyed male. Part of him kept thinking it was Time but whenever he glanced at the guy, he knew the truth. There was suspicion, fear and uncertainty within the Hero of Time’s gaze but it was well hidden beneath anger and despise. It was clear he didn’t want to be there but he didn’t have a chance to leave either.

Suddenly the duo’s notion fell into Legend whom had started to whimper in his sleep. When the Captain stood up to go and soothe his brother down, Kismet spoke firmly. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He stated out and caught the war Hero’s notion. “As far as I’m aware, we all sleep with a knife close by. You wake him up he’ll kill you.”

Warriors chuckled a bit. “That might’ve been at the beginning. In these days we know ways to aid each other.” He told and narrowed his gaze. “You should be well aware of this.” He stated out bit roughly before sighing. “Do you know the song called Serenade of Water? It soothes Legend down. Time figured it out after several failed attempts of helping.”

Kismet snorted and turned his gaze into the fire. “Nope. Never learned the song he got.” He almost growled.

“A shame. It’s beautiful and soothing song.” The Captain commented before going over to his brother. He wasn’t fully able to hum the song correctly but he did gently run his fingers trough the younger male’s hair.

“Why are you petting him?” The one eyed male queried almost disgusted.

Warriors rolled his eyes while feeling grateful the other guy didn’t see that. “I’m not. I’m just running my fingers through his hair. That’s soothing action.”

Kismet shuddered and shook his head. “Not for me.” He growled before frowning. “You hear that?” He queried while looking around into the dark forest. He trembled a bit as the gentle and repetitive music was heard.

“Serenade of Water.” The war Hero smiled and bit relaxed. Slowly he stopped running his fingers through the Veteran’s hair as the calming melody was played by the gentle wind and rustling of the leaves. He stood up and returned to the fire. “Nothing to worry. It’s just wind.” He told firmly while holding back his slight grin at Kismet’s unease.

The one eyed male shot him a glare. “It’s haunting. Nature shouldn’t be capable of something like this.” He growled while running his hands up and down at his arms.

“We hear what we want to hear.” Warriors replied nonchalantly and shrugged. “At least it helps Legend. That’s all that really matters.” He mused fondly while glancing at the Chain’s Weapon Specialist.

The song ended only when the sun started to rise and the Chain began to get up for breakfast and continuing forward. Wild and Wind had heard the song too. “Time’s looking after us.” The Sailor had signed when Kismet hadn’t looked at their way as he headed off to get some sleep. The Captain had only nodded in agreement and with a slight smile before going to get few hours more of rest.

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Time sighed heavily and slumped against the closest tree after the portal had closed. He felt like just staying put and waiting for the thing to reappear but he knew he couldn’t do that. He closed his eye and concentrated into the information his counterpart had unintentionally given.

The Hyrule, even though with the knowledge of the era’s Hero, was still entirely unknown to the one eyed male. He knew there were several Temples that needed to be cleared. He knew he needed to stay away from the knights and guards as most certainly had the command to kill the Hero on sight. He knew there were several things that claimed him different from his counterpart but in the heat of the situation those certainly would be overlooked or even entirely ignored.

The Chain’s leader turned around and touched the tree while leaning his forehead against it. He needed to pinpoint his place but, obviously, the nature did not know the names people gave places. They were unable to aid him forward by giving him the location but the nature did give him something else: A road to higher ground to get a check of where he was.

Time thanked the tree for its aid before pushing himself off and starting to walk. The nature knew he was different. It could feel it and gain the needed answers when he connected with it. This was the reason he knew he’d be perfectly safe in any of the forests around this era’s Hyrule. Yet, he knew there’d be times he couldn’t stay in the forests and hence he’d be out of the reach of the nature’s aid.

It took several days of walking before the one eyed male reached the mountain. The forest had made him choose quite a few detours due to wanting to keep him from crashing with other people. Currently it was safer to stay out of sight and get to know the full state of the situation Hyrule was in.

It was already late evening so the Hero trapped into wrong era had no intentions of doing any climbing. Instead, he searched out the cave the nature so kindly let him be aware of. It was safe and out of sight. And, even more so, when the nature itself provided the needed protection to him.

Time had been worried for his boys whole time but there wasn’t any of way he could keep contact to them or know how they were doing. He didn’t have any of other way than to trust in his feelings and count on those to tell him if something happened to the eight Links. And, even at then, he was entirely out of being capable to help or protect them.

Yet, unknown to the Chain’s true leader, Fierce Deity had tapped into his dear friend’s counterpart’s markings. Even though the God of Protection was gone from this era, part of him still lingered within the era’s own Hero. Now, while desperately wanting to help his own mask’s wielder, he kept notion of the counterpart. He couldn’t follow the eight Heroes but he could aid their oldest brother to keep the ones with his counterpart safe and sound…

The oldest Link stranded into era that wasn’t his woke up with a gasp. He looked around in slight fright but saw no monsters or threat. As he slowly calmed down, the area outside the cave was quiet and calm. He frowned while wondering what had actually awakened him. Suddenly he jerked a bit and brought his left hand up.

The Triforce of Courage was glowing. Yet, there was slight pinkish hue to it which got Time to frown for a while. Without thinking, he closed his eye and concentrated into the Hero’s Spirit he shared with the eight Links. Only a moment later he gasped and jerked again. After that, though, he took out his normal Ocarina he had gained from Saria and began to play Serenade of Water. He hoped the Triforce piece and Hero’s Spirit would be enough to reach his restlessly sleeping boy. Yet, even though he wouldn’t find out, Fierce was in bigger role for those calming notes to find their way into the forest around the Chain’s camp. And as he played the song over and over again, he could feel the worry dissipate as the restless sleep calmed down. Even the golden triangle in his hand lost the pink hue and dimmed out. Yet, he didn’t stop playing until the night was over and he knew it would be time for his boys to get up.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“Oh, stop whining! He’s a Hero as much as any of us.” The new guy tried his best to hold back his snarl from his voice. They had gone through a new portal and into a new era. He hated how much the group talked about the guy that wasn’t traveling with them anymore. He felt like being watched whole time and even now he was alone with the one the others called as Hyrule. He took slight satisfaction from the youngster’s flinch.

The Traveler had unwillingly been walking close to Kismet when they had walked through the portal. They had spend few more days at the earlier era after the wind had been playing Serenade of Water for Legend to calm down. He wasn’t certain if he was the only one whom had caught the tone of an Ocarina within the nature’s own sounds. Yet, he wasn’t going to mention it, not while the Time-lookalike was within hearing range.

Now he and the other guy had been in the new era for few days. He followed the feeling that he knew to lead towards his ancestor. From there they could together gather the rest of their brothers. Yet, until then, he just had to deal with this grumpy Hero of Time that he really didn’t want to be close of. It wasn’t just because he felt like he wasn’t trustworthy but his magic wasn’t like with his brothers. It was rough and cruel while all of the others had it as calming and soothing.

And, right now the half-fairy had unintentionally thought aloud about where Time was and how he was doing. He hadn’t waited for Kismet to say anything let alone to bark at him. He also knew the very fact of starting to be bit sleep deprived since he had no intentions of letting the one eyed male keep watch over the night alone. And the fairies around them clearly avoided the guy and hence didn’t dare to approach him either. That left him no way of asking for those benevolent beings to guard them for a night or few.

Hyrule had few times tried to talk with Kismet but he didn’t really get much out of the guy. In the end of the day, it was much more comfortable to be in silence with him. Yet, there were times he just had to talk no matter how he didn’t want to.

“They’re on the other side.” The half-fairy told when they reached a ravine. The look the one eyed male gave him almost got him to jump out of his skin. “It’s a feeling. You’d have it too if you cared.” He stated out as confidently as he could but he only ended up flinching at the rougher gaze that was brought out in his traveling companion.

“That bridge doesn’t seem too sturdy.” Kismet pointed out while eyeing the thing that led from their side to the other. The ropes seemed weak and some planks were missing while others were broken. It was just barely wide enough for two persons to pass each other at there. He was grateful that he didn’t have the armor his counterpart had. That made him much lighter and giving a chance to, hopefully, cross the bridge of sorts.

“We either go through here and try to round it.” The Traveler replied while looking around. “It might take quite a few days before we find a way around this.” He told while not noticing any other bridge or the edges getting closer to one another.

The one eyed male snorted and smirked. “Scared to cross it as a Hylian?” He queried smugly.

“Not even one bit.” Hyrule snapped while standing straighter. Yet, he ended up gulping once as he glanced at the thing. He knew Time never would’ve put them to cross it. Not like he feared it would happen. Hell, The Chain’s leader would’ve told him to cross it as a fairy while taking the armor off himself. Telling that on this way the Traveler would have a better chance to help would the bridge not hold his weight.

“Which of us goes first?” Kismet queried while not minding even one bit if he’d go before or after the younger male. Either way, he was certain to get rid of the leech with him. After all, the half-fairy couldn’t swim.

“I’ll cross first.” The Traveler stated out and took a deep breath. He didn’t trust the guy to keep himself from cutting the last lines that kept the bridge where it was. He felt like he had better chances at survival if he was in front of the guy.

Kismet just shrugged but he followed Hyrule very close instead of giving the youngster the needed room to cross safely. “Aren’t you bit too close?” Hyrule queried while almost feeling the one eyed male breathing into his neck.

“Would you rather that I was too far to help if you fell?” Kismet replied with clear smirk on his face. The Traveler gulped and shook his head as an answer. “Good. Then stop whining already or I’ll nickname you as Brat.” The half-fairy flinched at the rough claim and simply nodded in understanding.

At half-way of the crossing there was a bigger gap. Hyrule gulped once and jumped over it. Yet, before he had a chance to move off the way, his traveling partner already crashed into him. The one eyed male moved swiftly to side while, unconsciously or not, pushed Hyrule backwards with his other arm. The half-fairy gasped as he stumbled few steps until there was nothing below his foot. He screamed as he fell through the gap.

Before the Traveler was too far to see Kismet well enough, he could’ve sworn that the guy smirked victoriously of the situation. And then, all of sudden, he was already submerged. Panic stuck as he never had learned to swim. He struggled and fought to stay above the surface without knowing what he was supposed to do. The stream was swiftly carrying him away and he just screamed for help whenever he had the chance.

Suddenly there was a beast in the water with him. Hyrule freaked out and stared horrified at the golden colored thing approaching him. He gasped in shock as he recognized a wolf. It wasn’t Twilight’s form due to entirely different fur and the lack of right eye but it was fully giving him the sense of safety and protection.

The canine moved behind the Traveler and tried to get a hold of his tunic but clearly that wasn’t working as well as it should. The predator wasn’t able to drag the youngster along. So, the creature moved in front of the half-fairy and got him to take a hold of the wet fur. Even though there wasn’t a chance to force the youngster towards the shore, he was still capable of keeping the boy from drowning. The Golden Wolf whined in what he hoped to be a soothing way.

“Hyrule fell! I wasn’t fast enough to catch him!” Kismet shouted and dashed to the other side of the bridge when he saw the rest of the Chain coming to there. He scowled at the clearly mistrusting looks the seven gave him. Yet, the Heroes didn’t have time to question him as they already formed pairs to get down to the stream’s side to help their brother.

Legend and Sky soon formed the first pair and jumped off from the ledge. The Chosen Hero spread the Sailcloth and got them safely to the solid ground below. Luckily their gliding had gotten them closer to the half-fairy whom was currently hanging on from a slippery rock.

The wolf the others hadn’t seen, had managed to get the Traveler to paddle in failed attempt to move towards the way the canine saw a safe place. Luckily it had been enough. Once the Golden Wolf was certain of his boy’s safety, he shot an absolute glare towards the way where Kismet stood. He knew but there was nothing he could do to stop these situations from happening. Yet, he’d do anything to keep the eight safe and sound.

“Hyrule!” Legend shouted and got the youngster to raise his gaze up. “Take hold!” He commanded while showing the Hookshot before already shooting it towards his successor. The half-fairy was bit startled of the possible danger of the situation but he trusted his brothers. The weapon did go past him but close enough for him to grab a hold of the chain. He shut his eyes and held on tightly as the weapon began to retreat.

Sky helped to keep his brother from being swept into the stream too. Slowly but certainly the Hero with healing magic in his usage was brought to safety of the hard and dry land. The moment he was standing, both the Veteran and the Chosen Hero already hugged him tightly.

The rest of the Chain had gotten themselves down safely by then. Wild already set up a blazing fire for Hyrule to dry up. Twilight gave his fur and Warriors wrapped his scarf around the trembling Traveler. While the Champion worked with food to warm his brother up more, Legend searched out some clothes for the wet half-fairy to change into.

The nine Links stayed at the given spot to make sure Hyrule was all right and getting through the shock of the situation. Yet, the Traveler requested for his brothers to stay awake a while longer and let their newest member fall asleep first. Once it was safe, he signed the situation through to them. “I think it was Time that saved me. The golden wolf just appeared out of nowhere and got the same feeling around it as Time has. I think it tried to drag me first but when that failed, he just came in front of me to keep me above the water.” He explained with a small fond smile.

The other nodded in agreement while feeling little bit safer while knowing that Time was, in a way, keeping an eye on them. They weren’t certain of how while staying away from the idea that their oldest brother would be dead and hence his ghost or Spirit would be with them. Yet, they all were quite certain they’d know if something of such would’ve happened. Either way, they were hoping Time wouldn’t need to exert himself too roughly for this kind of things. And more so, that these two cases would be the only turns they needed saving.

At the next day the nine Heroes of Hyrule continued forward. They followed the stream’s way and eventually found a small town. After bit of asking around, they found out about a monster problem. Even though they couldn’t fully trust in Kismet’s aid, they went to deal with the beasts. And yet, they couldn’t leave him out of their sight as he had no rights to stay in an era that wasn’t his. They had a quest to handle and after that they’d hopefully be returned to their own eras and timelines.

A day after having dealt with the black bloodied creatures the next portal opened up. The nine Links went through it while eight of them made sure the ninth was definitely along. It was very clear to the main Chain that Kismet wasn’t happy of being guarded like this.

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It took almost a day from Time to climb up the smallish mountain. Yet, the lighting the setting sun gave to the view was worth seeing. He didn’t think twice as he already took out his Picto-Box and took several pictures. After that he took a good look around while comparing what he saw into the knowledge he got from his counterpart.

Once having figured out his placement, the one eyed male searched out the safe place his counterpart had found. He set the camp and handled some simple meal for himself. It was far from what Wild could do but at least it was eatable and something he knew how to do. He kept close check on his Triforce of Courage while trying to stay in contact with his brothers. At least they seemed to be safe and sound at the moment which was all the reassurance he could get for now.

At the next day the Chain’s real leader searched out a way down. He had no intentions of climbing the same way he had come up. There was some kind of feeling of it not being safe enough but he wasn’t certain why. Yet, if there was something he had learned through his quests and missions, it was to trust his feelings. And right now they told to find a different path.

By the evening Time had found a thin pathway that moved at the side of the mountain and started to head down. It didn’t look safe nor wide enough for him to use but it was all he had at the moment. He nearly held his breath whenever pieces of the road fell down. Surprisingly he got safely down and back into the forest.

The Link raised by the fairies of Kokiri Forest found another safe place for the night while having been guided by the nature itself. The lack of fairies wasn’t encouraging but he knew they weren’t fond of his counterpart. Yet, he was certain they knew he was different version of him. And still, he understood and accepted their unwillingness of coming to him.

The one eyed male continued forward early at the next day. He had chosen to deal with the Temple that was several days walk to. At least it would be a start and something he knew how to handle.

The Hero trapped in wrong era suddenly stopped walking. He glanced at the Triforce marking and sighed heavily. There were extremely thin lines going all around the slightly shining triangle. “Separated…” He mumbled and gulped once. He fully wished that none of his boys were alone with his counterpart. Or at least, that the others weren’t far from them at then.

Without having anything else to do, Time continued forward. He tried to pinpoint out whom were with his counterpart but he wasn’t capable of catching on the information. Yet, each night after having found a safe place for sleeping, he did his best to unconsciously share some of his own strength and stamina to the boy of his whom was forced to travel with the newest member of the Chain. He had a feeling it had somehow worked as he didn’t feel as rested as he should’ve otherwise. He really hoped it was enough to keep his brother safe and sound until he was united with the others again.

Just when the Hero with part of Fierce Deity within him was only a day’s walk away from the Temple, he gasped in shock and stopped walking. He barely breathed as he slowly raised his hand up and turned his gaze into there. The Triforce was shining golden with green hue within it. “Pixie…” He whispered in Fairly Language before gasping again as he felt his hand get wet from water. Yet, he was not standing in rain.

Time closed his eye and put his full concentration into the feeling of panic and prayer of help. When he opened both of his eyes, he saw the bridge, the smirk on his counterpart’s face and Hyrule in the stream. He didn’t think twice as he already jumped over the railing and right into the water. His body didn’t get wet as he wasn’t exactly there. He swam as fast as he could until he caught up with the youngster. He snatched a hold of the back of the half-fairy’s tunic’s neck part. He fought to swim but his body just barely was there. He couldn’t move Hyrule into any direction. He barely could keep him above the water. He let go and moved in front of the Traveler and used as much of his magic and whatever was needed so he could turn his Spirit into much more solid form. He nearly gasped in relief as he felt the arms around him. He whispered quiet reassuring words while just concentrating into keeping the boy above the water. At least, until he saw the rock and nudged his brother’s notion into it. He stayed by him until he was certain the help was close enough to save him. He sent his best glare at his counterpart while knowing he couldn’t do anything else at the moment.

The one eyed male gasped and crashed to his knees while gulping for air. He wasn’t entirely sure what he had just done but the golden shine with green hue had dimmed out and vanished. Yet, he also had somehow gotten wet. Or at least his shoulders and head were. Nonetheless, he sighed in relief and staggered up to his feet and started to search out a safe place to regain his strength and get to dry by a campfire.

The Chain’s leader knew that Hyrule was safe. That was all that mattered to him at the moment. And as he glanced at the Triforce, he smiled a bit as the cracks of sorts were gone. The boys were back together. They all were safe and sound now. With that in his mind and heart, he just curled up beneath the huge fir tree and fell asleep.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

The portal kept them together which was a huge relief for the Chain but quite well got Kismet into bad mood. It was late when they finally found a place to set the camp into. Twilight informed he’d check around before already changing forms.

Even though the one eyed male was aware of the trick, it still took him off guard. He offered to go along and already followed the canine before anyone could object. Even though it wasn’t favorable situation, the rest of the Chain was certain that the Sacred Beast could look after himself. Besides, they had no doubt of the wolf being capable of outrunning their newest member if needed.

Wolfie kept one ear towards his mentor’s counterpart while sniffing around and listening to his surroundings with the other ear. “Hey! I think I found something!” Kismet called while having crouched down. The canine approached him warily and bit curiously.

The Time-lookalike moved swiftly once the Sacred Beast was close enough. He kicked the bear trap and smirked as the thing snapped around the wolf’s hind leg. Wolfie howled in agony and failed to notice the snare his current companion brought into full sight. Before the canine could’ve reacted, the loop made out of thin and sturdy wire was already around his paw. As he yanked on it out of reflex, the thing snapped backwards and left him sprawled between the two traps.

“Monsters!” Kismet exclaimed while standing up swiftly to hide off his cruel smirk. “I’ll deal with them and come back to help.” He told before already dashing away from his trapped teammate.

Wolfie whined in pain while desperately trying to yank himself free from the traps. Unfortunately, he only made it worse. He tried to gnaw at the wire that had cut deep into his skin but couldn’t really get a hold of it.

“Cub!” The freaked out call snapped the Sacred Beast’s gaze up. He gasped a bit when he saw the Golden Wolf. “Shh, calm down. I’m here.” Time’s voice was soothing and he licked comfortingly at the younger wolf’s head. “Stay still.” He commanded and started to work the snare into full sight.

The one eyed canine growled when he saw the thing being tied high into a tree. He wasn’t capable of climbing to there no matter how good he was in forests. He glanced at the way where the camp was but he feared for monsters to be close by. There wasn’t much of other choices than to try and bite the wire cut.

“Time?” Wolfie called as the Golden Wolf changed his side so his working eye was still checking their surroundings. After that he growled and struck his teeth hard into the wire. The darker furred wolf gasped in shock when the wire actually got cut. Yet, the sound of snapping was nearly immediately followed by a pained yelp. “TIME!” The Sacred Beast screamed in shock and terror.

The older wolf growled a bit in pain and shook his head. Wolfie whined as he saw the bleeding cut under his mentor’s jaw. He gave it a lick and bit startled the other canine. He kept whining and gave the wound another lick.

“Shh, it’s okay.” Time whispered and gave few strong and soothing licks to the younger wolf. “Let me check this.” He continued while moving over to the bear trap. He gave out mix of a whine and growl when he saw the trap. “Damn it. Can’t help with that one.” He whispered sorrowfully before carefully starting to help Wolfie into better position so his hind leg wasn’t so strained. “Call for the others.”He commanded while looking around.

“What? How?” Wolfie queried bit startled.

“Howl a song. You know which one.” The Golden Wolf replied while looking around but his gaze was more of far away than sharp. He shook his head and blinked few times to return to the present. “I can’t stay for long. I’m in a—“ He started before gasping and all of sudden the canine was gone.

“TIME!” Wolfie screamed out and looked around in shock. He whined miserably as he realized that whatever connection there had been to bring his mentor to him was now gone. Yet, very soon he shook his head and sat up bit difficulty. After that he started to howl the Song of Healing.

While the Golden Wolf had been aiding Wolfie, Kismet had returned to the camp. “Where’s Twilight?” Warriors asked straight off while already getting up.

“Who?” The one eyed male queried while tilting his head.

“You know who!” Wild barked out while standing up too from doing the evening meal. “What did you do to him?!” He straight off accused with a growl that was very close to a snarl.

“OH! The wolf!” Kismet exclaimed in surprise before already shrugging. “Beats me. He didn’t stay close to me at there.” He answered while taking a seat. “Probably chasing a rabbit or something.” He suggested while giving a knowing look and slight smirk to Legend.

Suddenly the almost haunting sound of wolf’s howl reached the camp. “Wolfie!” The Champion half shouted before giving a pleading look to the Captain. The war Hero nodded firmly in acceptance and the Chain’s cook was already dashing off towards the sound.

“Hyrule, Legend, go! I’m sure you two are needed more than the rest of us.” Warriors commanded and the duo simply nodded before running after their brother. He sat down almost unwillingly while having kept Sky, Four and Wind at the camp with him. He knew it probably was too many to keep an eye on Kismet but he also knew that if more help was needed, Wild would contact Wind.

The trio reached their wolf companion quite swiftly. Wolfie gasped a bit when he heard and eventually saw the trio coming. Without meaning to, he started to wag his tail in relief. Yet, even when he realized what he was doing, he didn’t stop.

The trio gave the gigantic wolf a hug before starting to check him. Wild worked the snare off while Legend and Hyrule carefully opened the bear trap. Once free and the trap snapped shut, the Traveler already healed the canine.

After that they returned to the camp. The trio kept close eye on their brother’s moving but the half-fairy was very good with his healing. Once with their brothers, Twilight, having changed back from the wolf, shot almost murderous glare at Kismet. The one eyed male just shrugged and clearly wasn’t fazed even one bit.

Once again the eight waited for their unwanted teammate to head to bed before starting their conversation in sign. The Rancher told the whole situation while voicing out his worry for Time’s safety. Yet, there wasn’t anything they could do to help.

“How long do you guys think we gotta continue with that SlyCoy?” Wind queried with a huff. The others were tad surprised of the given nickname but they soon grinned and nodded.

“SlyCoy works well. He tries to fake things but we know better.” Four thought out.

“Hard to say, Sailor. As long as needed, I’m afraid.” Warriors replied with a heavy sigh. “Like each of you, I’d rather have Time with us than that bastard.”

“Stay very careful with him. Keep your distance if possible.” Legend stated out while feeling bad for the fact his current situation with the guy had been easy and simple compared to his brothers. The others nodded in agreement and understanding.

“Maybe we should try harder. Time did give us a mission of sorts. Right?” Sky offered and nearly shrunk beneath the given looks. “I… I’m not calling anyone a liar or such. I just mean that we don’t know his past. We don’t know why he’s like this. Time believes there’s still something good within him. He wouldn’t have left us with him otherwise.”

The Chain averted their gazes while thinking the words through. Eventually they sighed and nodded. “You’re right. Things have been going to hell but maybe we still can help him. We just need to get him to open up. After that we can really do something.” Hyrule sighed while bit slumping. The other nodded before eventually sharing out the night shifts.

Few days later they dealt with a close by monster camp. It was mainly the eight fighting with Kismet rather watching. The guy didn’t take part into the battle unless forced. It wasn’t a good thing but luckily eight was enough to deal with the situation. The portal opened up straight off after the place was cleared.

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Time had reached the Temple at the next day and straight off entered it. There was still lot of day to spend and the quicker he’d deal with the place, the better. He hoped his boys would be okay while he dealt with the monsters and puzzles to come. Not to mention that the beasts he’d face wouldn’t be black bloodied.

The first corridor felt long but the one eyed male stayed alert while keeping a check on the ceiling too. He used the Lens of Truth every now and then in case there were hidden roads but things seemed calm and quiet. At least, all the way until he reached the room at the end of the hallway.

The huge square area was filled with monsters. There mainly was Lizalfos and Bokoblins but there were few dozen Stalfos and few Wizzrobes. The creatures didn’t seem too surprised to see him enter the room. In fact, they grinned like they knew him and were welcoming him to join them.

“Been a while since you last visited here.”

“Need a place to stay out of notion, eh?”

“Oooh! Nice~! Where’d you get those?”

“Killed a high ranked knight, I’d assume.”

“Heh, how did you get the fat-ass rock muncher to do that sword? Ya think you’d get one for me too?”

Time stared wide-eyed at the monsters as they spoke to him and moved unthreateningly towards him. He felt entirely shocked of the situation but he recovered very swiftly while deciding to use it for his advantage. “Oh, this sword?” He queried calmly while slowly drawing the Biggoron Sword out. “Come closer and take a better check of it. I just might tell the story behind it.” He told while noticing how mesmerized the creatures were of the double-handed blade.

As the monsters crowded the Chain’s actual leader, he very slowly and carefully moved the Biggoron Sword to his side. He readied himself for a swing almost unnoticeably. He didn’t like about the situation even one bit. It was dangerous and even bit freaky. Yet, he knew his skills and he knew he was going to be taking these beasts off guard so thoroughly.

Once he knew he could get quite a many down by one swing and more by second while the creatures were too shocked, he gave out his battle cry and struck. In the end, he got most of the room’s beasts by three swift and wide swings. The rest were too out of knowing what the hell just happened so they tried to avoid but they didn’t attack. That gave him a chance to finish the battle fast and efficiently.

There was only one road forward and Time took it after having cleaned his sword and sheathed it. He hadn’t seen any of the monsters having fled the scene but that didn’t mean the further being creatures wouldn’t have either heard or figured out the situation. Either way, he moved forward carefully and being ready to play along to get close just to strike fast and hard.

The Temple went downwards by swirling staircase after two rooms. The one eyed male wasn’t liking even one bit of how close his counterpart seemed to be with the monsters. Yet, this time around, that was working on his side. He got close to his enemy and took them off guard. Surprisingly many of the creatures were curious of the Biggoron Sword. It was a good thing as it was his best weapon to take down lots of enemies by one strike.

The place was too straight forward for Time to think about getting rest. He ate some dried foods he carried along for this kind of situations. Yet, sleep wasn’t an option. Just because the monsters were his counterpart’s friends he was not going to count on them to not notice the differences. Besides, he couldn’t know if there’d be beasts coming back to there which would leave him between two lines of enemies. That wasn’t something he wanted to wake up into.

Two days later the fairyless Fairy Boy of Malon’s was still heading towards the Temple’s boss room. He knew he was getting closer as he could feel the darkness of the place increasing. Yet, after clearing yet another room full of monsters that weren’t acting like a threat towards him, he gasped in shock and crashed to one knee.

Time snapped his gaze into the Triforce and saw the brown of Wolfie’s fur being as the hue around the golden shine. He stood up shakily and closed his eye while concentrating hard. When he heard the quiet whispers of the forest and panicked whining of a wolf, he finally opened his eyes. He gasped in shock when he saw the Sacred Beast trapped by a bear trap and a snare. “Cub!” He barked out and dashed over to see the full problem.

“Shh, calm down. I’m here.” The one eyed male whispered as soothingly as he could while gently moving his hand to pet the wolf. He knew it wasn’t how his Spirit was doing the action but it would work nonetheless. Once his descendant had calmed down enough to actually understand the situation, he moved a bit in the room while not seeing the area but the forest, trapped Twilight in wolf’s form and the snare.

“Stay still.” Time commanded while drawing out his Biggoron Sword. Obviously, that wasn’t what the Spirit of his did. Yet, that didn’t matter. He struck hard and fast to cut the wire off.

The thin cord snapped and flung itself into different directions. The Old Man gasped in shock and pain as the thing struck his Spirit. He heard Twilight’s freaked out call and concentrated into that while needing to stay in the different era with his boy. He could feel the blood dripping from his chin but he ignored it.

Time gasped a bit in surprise when he felt the canine lick at the wound. “Shh, it’s okay.” He promised calmly while doing his best to calm the wolf down. After a while he moved to left to check on the bear trap. “Let me check this.”

Inwardly the Chain’s oldest Link flinched a bit as he accidentally kicked at some beast’s weapon. It clanged and echoed around the room while the sound definitely going into the hallways. It wasn’t a good thing to give a heads-up to the monsters of the place but he couldn’t concentrate into that at the moment.

Time crouched down a bit in the room while seeing the forest but not the area where he really was at. “Damn it. Can’t help with that one.” He told sorrowfully before turning more towards the wolf. He took a hold of the canine and pulled him into better place so his leg wouldn’t be so strained. “Call for the others.” He commanded and looked around in the forest. He luckily couldn’t feel his counterpart anywhere near them but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t be there watching.

When Wolfie asked simple questions of how to make the call, the one eyed male almost groaned. “Howl a song. You know which one.” He stated out before the sound of the monsters approaching caught his notion. He looked around while slightly letting go of his connection between his and Twilight’s Hero’s Spirit. Yet, it was bit freaky to see the room with the forest being like a ghost all around him. He shook his head and returned to his Cub’s side. “I can’t stay for long. I’m in a—“ He started before the distinct sound of a swing snapped him right back into his own situation.

Time gasped in shock and just barely had enough of time to duck beneath the attack. He couldn’t draw the Biggoron Sword so he went for the Gilded Sword and stabbed it into the Lizalfos’ stomach. He swiftly drew it off and slashed at the beast’s throat before already moving to side from Stalfos’ stab. He quickly kicked at the bony leg to get the being downwards until stabbing his sword into the monster’s skull.

There was long enough moment after that for the Hero who’s Spirit was the Golden Wolf to switch his blades to get a better chance at fighting. He moved to the doorway that led forward and waited. Soon enough the first beasts dashed in and he got them by one swing. It took few rounds before the monsters understood to stay in the thinner area. It was bit of a standoff while the creations of Darkness were tad confused and unwilling to face him.

Yet, Time grinned and put the Biggoron Sword off. Right after that, while confusing the beasts even more, he performed the moves of Din’s Fire. Instead of spreading it off like a dome around him, he send it into the corridor. The monsters screamed and scrambled to get away but the further off being creatures weren’t aware of the danger and soon all monsters in the hallway were dealt with.

The one eyed male was gasping for air and he bit shakily took out the green potion. He still had the boss to take care of before he could leave the Temple and head forward. Once most of his strength and stamina had returned, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. After that, with full determination, he walked into the corridor he had just scorched.

The road let Time to a door while all the other rooms had been open doorways instead of any blockings. He had no idea what he’d face in there but he hoped the creature wouldn’t be aware of what had been going on in the Temple it inhabited. Hoping for the best, he entered the last area of the place.

The room was dimly lit and eerily brought the reminder of Queen Gohma’s room inside the Great Deku Tree. The Old Man shivered and bit trembled but he moved carefully forward. “Ah! Didn’t think you’d dare to come back to here after the first meeting.” The words got him to turn towards the speaker and he gasped in shock while staring wide-eyed at the gigantic spider. “At ease, Hero. We have gone through this before. I am not the one you faced when you were a child.” The creature spoke while keeping its distance. “Please, tell me, what’s going on in my Temple? I hear battle and screaming. Are the knights here? Is the Queen leading them to deal with our homes?” It queried while clearly not liking the idea.

“Y-yeah… I… I-I came to warn you.” Time stammered and glanced at the doorway. “They’re not far.” He told and forced himself to stay put and return his gaze at the one whose counterpart was at the fault of the Great Deku Tree’s death.

“I will not attack.” The Queen Gohma promised while carefully moving closer to the Hylian. “But we need to leave. We do not wish your kind to know you’ve warned me.” It reminded with urgency.

The one eyed male was almost frozen to his place as the beast came closer. He was very close of drawing any weapon and just attack. “Please, get on my back. I’ll take us both out of here. There’s a hole in the ceiling so hold on tight.” The spider spoke awfully kindly while crouching down.

Time had no idea what got him to climb on the monster’s back. Yet, even though he didn’t have the Master Sword, he got something similar enough. As the beast stood back up and had its notion elsewhere, he drew out one of his Light Arrows. Swiftly and with full strength while screaming, he stabbed the projectile into the creature’s eye. He pulled out and stabbed again fast and cruelly.

“What are you doing?! Stop! That hurts! What the hell’s gotten into you?!” The Queen Gohma screamed while writhing and staggering around. It wanted to try and force its attacker off but the suddenness and harshness of the attack had its mind clouded with agony. It begged and pleaded for him to stop.

The Link raised by the fairies of Kokiri Forest didn’t slow down even one bit. He put everything into those stabs while remembering the death of his father figure. He hadn’t been able to save him. And right now he just felt like wanting revenge on that situation.

When the arachnid finally died into the poof of black smoke, Time gave out a slight gasp as he fell to his knees. He was panting hard while trembling. He gasped when the room, and in fact whole Temple, flashed with bright light. At least he was certain that the place was cleared now and any monster in its close vicinity was gone.

Slowly a ring of light appeared into middle of the room with the color of blue. The one eyed male slowly turned his notion towards his road out of the Temple. Yet, he frowned when he saw a small child in the middle of the circle. It looked like a Kokiri but he was certain to know each of them, even in this era, and this one wasn’t familiar to him. Slowly he stood up and approached the boy.

The closer Time went, the better check of him he got. And with a gasp of shock he finally recognized the child. It was him. Or, well, rather his counterpart as a child. Yet, there was something odd in the situation.

The kid was see-through like a ghost. He didn’t see the place or the adult in the room. He wasn’t even scared of the situation. Rather, quite happy looking with a soundless laughter coming from him.

The Chain’s leader gasped and crashed to his knees as he understood what was being shown to him. This was his counterpart before his quest had started. Kind, happy and caring. Suddenly, the child vanished and he knew that the beginning of the quest was when his counterpart had lost his innocence.

With a sorrowful sigh, Time stood up and entered the blue lighted ring. He closed his eye as the crystal surrounded him and warped him out of the place. Only when he felt the ground beneath him and heard the sounds of the nature, he opened his eye. After that he searched out a safe place to make camp for few days. He needed to rest and gather his strength and stamina. Yet, he needed to gather his own mind after having faced Queen Gohma again and seen what saving the kingdom had done to his counterpart.

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Sky was contradicted when he found himself alone with Kismet. In one way, he was grateful of that as he could finally try and talk with the one eyed male. And yet, on the other hand, what had so far happened, he wasn’t feeling too safe with the guy. Nonetheless, he was ready and willing to give it a try and get their newest member to open up.

“So, since you know quite much about us, how about you tell something about yourself.” The Chosen Hero started as calmly as he could. He didn’t let the glare of his traveling companion to faze him.

“I don’t like talking.” Kismet finally replied while following the too chipper Skyloftian.

“A shame. Talking’s fun.” Sky shrugged and looked around. “This way.” He called happily while changing the road a bit while following the feeling of family and home. He wasn’t certain whom of his brothers was the closest but it didn’t really matter to him. Each of them were precious to him. “So, how about I ask question?”

“I’d rather you didn’t.” The one eyed male grumbled while knowing his wish wouldn’t be taking into hearing ears.

“How many quests you’ve gone through?” The Skyloftian Knight inquired straight off. He hoped it was simple enough question to ask.

“One.” Kismet growled out with a snort. “Done lot of missions, though.” He continued while not really knowing why he was giving answers to this youngster.

Sky nodded while not wanting to force the other male. “Companion?” He felt his heart break when the older one shook his head. “I’m sorry.” He whispered and bit hoped to put his hand on his companion’s shoulder but he hesitated and eventually left it undone.

“Why? It’s not like you’re at the fault of it.” Kismet snorted while keeping his gaze off of the current wilder of the Master Sword. Yet, he soon frowned as something caught his notion in the forest. He glanced at Hyrule’s second Hero before already smirking. He quickly gave few specific signs by his hands before turning his gaze to the way he and Sky were going.

“True but I mean that I feel sorrowful for you to have had gone through the first quest without the help and company of a companion. Most of us have had such. Or at least someone keeping eye on us. Everyone’s so far mentioned Golden Wolf.” The Link whom was always ready to help told sorrowfully. “Have you seen the Golden Wolf during your first quest or after it before traveling with us?” He asked and glanced at the one eyed male.

“Never.” Kismet answered firmly before grimacing. “Then again, that beast is supposed to be me. Right?” He continued with roughness in his voice before snorting. “Can’t really be there for myself, eh.”

Sky chuckled bit nervously and scratched the back of his head. “Y-yeah, you’re right about that.” He admitted bit unwillingly before falling silent as he thought for a new question. Yet, quite soon he raised his gaze up with a slight startle. “Hey! Where are you going?” He half shouted as he noticed the Chain’s latest member having moved away from him.

“I thought I saw something.” Kismet replied while already unnoticeably working with his fire magic. “These woods don’t feel too safe.” He commented before faking to be startled. “Behind you!” He half shouted before already striking with fire.

The Chosen Hero gasped and turned around but saw no danger. He turned back towards the one eyed male only to stare horrified at the wall of fire rushing towards him. He brought out his shield out of pure reflex just in time. The flames crashed into the metal and separated into two different ways. He sighed in relief and lowered the protective item off the way. He gasped in shock and terror as the green Lizalfos was right in front of him. He barely was capable of screaming when the spear pierced through him and struck him down into the ground.

More monsters rushed in while the lizard warriors yanked its weapon back out for another attack. Sky saw Kismet stand unharmed as the beasts ran past him. He smirked, turned away and left the scene.

Just when the beasts were going to strike at the Chosen Hero, a cruel growl was heard just seconds before the Golden Wolf attacked. It tore the Lizalfos into pieces before doing a swift circle like a wolf version of Spin Attack. That luckily struck the monsters back and the canine attacked them fast and fiercely.

Sky watched awed at the scene and very tentatively raised his hand into the wolf’s golden fur when the being finally approached him after having dealt with the monsters. The Golden Wolf whined in near panic as he saw the damage. The Chosen Hero gasped a bit at the lick before the canine already dashed out of there.

Yet, the one eyed creature returned less than couple of minutes later with some specific plants in his mouth. He dropped them down to the ground and swiftly wrote into the ground two words: munch and swallow. After that the creature already took few of the plants into his mouth and started to chew. Sky did as instructed and picked couple of the flowers and ate them. He frowned slightly at the taste that was bit of a mix of honey and strawberry.

The Skyloftian Knight hissed in pain as the wolf dropped the chewed plants into the wound. After that the canine quickly searched out the bandages from Sky’s pockets and, with odd success, bandaged the wound. Next the being began to howl the Song of Healing. Only a while later it was heard to be repeated from far away. The two wolves kept howling the song again and again while each time the other one replied, the sound came from closer.

Soon enough Wolfie came over with Hyrule riding on his head in fairy form. Yet, another round of monsters attacked and the Golden Wolf with his descendant faced them. Every now and then, though, the one eyed canine returned to Sky’s side to keep him awake while Hyrule handled the healing.

“Look out!” Wolfie’s warning and attack on the beast that had snuck quietly closer came too late. The Golden Wolf was up for turning around just when the knife was plunged into his back. The canine gave out a pained yelp before vanishing from sight. “TIME!” The dark green colored Sacred Beast howled in horror before already tearing the beast into pieces.

Just then the rest of the Chain arrived with Kismet along them. The one eyed male had claimed in near panic that Sky had gotten attacked and that he wasn’t certain of the right road due to similarity of the forest around him. Yet, the others followed the straight road of Wolfie’s and the sound of battle.

Sky sighed in relief when everyone was back together. He gave suspicious look to Kismet but stayed silent. He wasn’t entirely certain of what he had seen or what actually had happened. He didn’t want to believe the worst of the one eyed male but he couldn’t help but feel very wary of him from here on out.

Still, at the moment, the Chosen Hero closed his eyes and concentrated into the Triforce of Courage in his hand. He was the second Hero so he felt like he had the most of Hylia’s blessings. Hence, he heard the quiet whisper of Time’s reassurances of being all right.

Sky sighed in relief and opened his eyes. “Guys, Time’s okay.” He assured firmly with a fond smile. At the confused and startled looks from his brothers, he showed the Triforce mark. “Hero’s Spirit. I think that’s what Time’s using. He’s found a way to be there for us through the connection we all share.”

“Where did these plants come from?” Hyrule asked while picking one of the flowers up.

“Time brought them. I don’t know where he found them. Though, they were very close.” The Skyloftian Knight replied before already frowning at the curiosity and clear recognition in the Traveler’s gaze. “Why you asking?”

“Fairy Flower.” The half-fairy named fondly. He carefully stored the remaining flowers of golden color with pink hue in there. “They’re healing plants. They’re like red potion in candy bar form.” He explained and bit sighed. “I haven’t seen many of them.” He chuckled and shook his head with a grin. “And Time goes and finds them just like that.”

“Did you bandage the wound yourself?” Legend asked while inspecting the white covers.

“No. Oddly enough, Time did. In wolf form.” Sky answered and shrugged when the Veteran looked at him quite baffled.

“I don’t think Time’s exactly a wolf when he’s with us in his Spirit form.” Wind thought out loud. “I think the Spirit form is what we see but the reality is that he’s working things as Hylian. Like him cutting the wire with Biggoron Sword but it looks to us like he bit it instead.”

“I think that sounds plausible.” Four nodded slowly while frowning and thinking the information through.

“And I think we should find a safe place to set the camp.” Warriors stated out and nodded to Wild. The Champion took his Slate up and swiftly checked it for right direction. “Can you walk, Sky?” The war Hero inquired and the Chosen Hero nodded while carefully getting up to his feet. Hyrule and the plants had healed the snapped spine the Lizalfos’ attack had caused.

It still took several days before the next portal opened up and the Chain of nine warriors of Hyrule moved forward into the next era. None of the eight Links wanted to be anywhere near Kismet after what had happened so far. And yet, they still needed to make sure the one eyed male was along.

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Just when Time was finally ready to continue forward and start to head towards the next Temple, the Triforce piece in his hand lighted up. He scowled as he realized his boys to have been separated once again. Yet, he frowned as he noticed the white sheen within the gold. One of his boys was going to be in trouble.

The Old Man closed his eye and concentrated once again into the Hero’s Spirit he shared with the other Heroes. He quickly got the notion of Sky and followed it to be close by when and if he’d need him. He really hoped the Chosen Hero would be wise enough to keep his distance this time around but he knew better. The Skyloftian was definitely someone who’d try and help the most. And getting through the Time-lookalike certain would be something he’d do.

The sudden almost excruciating pain in his abdomen got the one eyed male to crash to all four. He gasped for air while checking the area but finding no wound or blood. “S-Sky…” He whispered painfully before forcing himself up to his feet and closing his eye. He concentrated fully into his Triforce of Courage and Heroes Spirit. He followed the connection while standing still and drawing out his Biggoron Sword. When he opened his eyes, the already swung the blade at the Lizalfos.

The beasts were closing in so Time quickly performed a Spin Attack to strike them away. After that he took them down as fast as he could. Next he checked on his boy and did his best to calm him down. The silent call of a fairy got him to dash past several trees. He sighed in relief when he found the Fairy Flowers. He thanked Navi for the blessing she had given him to find the flowers that were creators of the local fairies. Yet, each of those plants bloomed only once before dying and hence plucking them wasn’t a bad thing. In fact, the fairies whom had come from those flowers were grateful that their life-givers were useful for others and still served as healing.

The Chain’s leader knew that Sky wouldn’t understand his barks and whines while he was in his Spirit form. So, all he could do was to write the information down. Swift and easy while wishing his paws and wolf’s mind would make things right and readable. Clearly, he managed with that task. After that came the harder part.

Time put even more of his magic, strength and stamina into making his wolf form even more solid. After that he searched out Sky’s bandages as he wasn’t certain if he could really bring out his own bandages into another era through something like this. He sighed a bit in relief as his actions seemed to be working and he quickly started to bandage the wound.

Third on the list of saving the Old Man’s boy was to call the rest of the Chain over. The only problem was that he feared them to be too far. Yet, he once again sighed in relief as Twilight replied. After that he kept a check on their approaching. He growled a bit when the monsters approached and attacked. Luckily Wolfie dashed in with Hyrule and came to aid in both the battle and making sure Sky would survive.

The one eyed male checked on the Chosen Hero every now and then just to make sure he’d stay conscious and alive. He knew the healing would take a while before the danger would be behind. This worry and attempt of keeping Sky conscious and coherent was the reason he failed to notice the beast sneaking up on him.

Time screamed when the knife struck into his back. He crashed to all four before reaching out to the wound. Out of what he could feel and touch the bleeding cut, it didn’t seem too bad. He carefully took out a red potion and drank half of it.

Once the wound had healed, he concentrated back into the connection he had with his boys. He searched for the feeling of Sky’s benevolent nature and did his best to tap into it. After that, as loudly as he could, he thought out one simple line: “I’m okay.” He repeated it few times just to be certain his boy heard him.

After that the Chain’s leader decided to stay at his place until next day. He needed to gather his strength and stamina back after the freak-out and full work on upholding the connection. Yet, the longer he was away from his boys, the more he missed them. It felt like a constant pain in his chest. The short connections eased it out a bit but it also was rough on him as those were times his boys were in danger. Nonetheless, that short moment with them helped him to keep going.

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Link to first chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/theoneeyedgoldenwolf/763907408092381184/the-strength-of-the-heros-spirt-part-1-of-2

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paradisecursed · 1 year ago

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relationship tags for the swarm of infants who have decided to make themselves this guy's problem. immediately. right now.

@collectalong @fooltarot @aeinsof

#{ collectalong } ;; & tales of old bearing teeth at hearts of gold.#{ aeinsof | hunter } ;; roam the earth with me for life.#god this has been in my drafts since feb. sorryeeee #{ fooltarot } ;; if i wasn't caught in that snare... i'd kill you.

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svvordsmachine · 10 months ago

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the snare in war without reason is going to kill me. kills me dead on the spot. i ♥️ mimicries of a rhythm used for military marches

#[iz.txt]#also how it manages to like #bear resemblance to a marching snare and the sound of gunfire in the second part especially #hakita is so good at music i just feel a bit insane thinking about it

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imaginedanvrs · 10 months ago

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caught in a snare

masterlist

dark!wandanat x reader

word count: 4k

warnings: alcohol consumption, intoxication, mind reading, degrading, forced entry, mind control, bondage, non-con turned dub-con, oral (r giving), gun play, knife play, choking, threats of violence, inflicted violence, fingering (r receiving), strap on sex (r receiving), double penetration, anal

You were blissfully unaware of the forest green eyes that followed your every drunken move as you danced with your friends. If you were sober, maybe you would have caught on to the feeling of being watched by the redhead whose gaze was laid thick on you while you seemed oblivious to the world around you.

“Come on,” a brunette said to your observer as she returned to the bar. “This place is a dump and I'm not feeling it tonight,” she continued with disdain, her accent peaking through so briefly it would have been missed by anyone in the club listening in. “Nat,” she huffed when she noticed her girlfriend wasn't listening, too focused on the mass of bodies dancing in the barely lit room.

“Remember when you gave me shit for not getting you an anniversary present?” The redhead asked as she stared at the peak of skin between your jeans and shirt.

The brunette didn't answer, instead following Natasha’s gaze and swiftly finding the object of her attention. She hummed in acknowledgement, instantly becoming just as curious by you as they watched you blatantly ignore a stranger's advances so that you wouldn't miss a second of the song that was making the walls vibrate.

“The two in dresses are going to go to the toilets to fuck and the other one’s going to dance with the guy with the snake tattoo,” Natasha assessed.

“Well I'm sure she won't want to stay any longer by then,” Wanda mused as she took in your giddy smile.

As if on queue, one of your friends took the other by the hand with haste and dragged her through the club without a word to you. Meanwhile, your other friend began guiding her pursuer's hands to her hips, becoming quickly immersed in his touch. A few moments passed without you noticing your friends' engagements and Natasha tutted. Once it clicked, you looked like a deer caught in headlights.

You scanned the room as you stopped moving, wondering where best to situate yourself as you got your bearings and felt all the alcohol you had consumed that night hit you at once. You were clearly disorientated as you stumbled through the crowd.

“Reckless thing, who knows who would snatch her up if we weren't here,” Natasha chided.

“Come on, маленький, come to us,” Wanda encouraged. You couldn't hear them several metres away, nor did Wanda use her telepathic aid, yet it was the bar you found yourself clinging to a minute later.

“Water please,” you asked the bartender, your speech slightly slurred. The pair advanced.

“You alright, honey?” Wanda enquired with a concerned smile. It was exactly what you needed to see at that moment.

“Yeah,” you replied, entirely unconvincing as you smiled anxiously at the pair.

“You look ready to go home,” Wanda continued.

“My friends are here,” you informed quickly. The older woman was right, you did want to go, but you needed to wait for them.

“But they're not here,” Natasha noted. You bit your lip as you searched the crowd for them, missing the glass of water placed in front of you. It vanished a second later.

“Let us help get you home, sweetie, it's not safe to be out on your own,” Wanda said. It was hard to deny her and perhaps if the pair weren't wearing their widow veils and you knew they were Avengers, you wouldn't have objected.

“I'm not on my own,” you insisted even though your friends were nowhere to be found. “Thank you but-” Wanda didn't have the patience to spend anymore time convincing you. It wasn't conversation the pair wanted from you.

“We're taking you home,” she stated, eyes flashing red so briefly that you passed it off as the strobe lights. Just like that, everything seemed to fall into place and a stress free, though still intoxicated, beam appeared on your lips

“Thank you,” you said sincerely.

“You're something else,” Natasha muttered to her partner as she got up to lead the way. Wanda placed a gentle yet assertive hand on your waist and guided you to follow Natasha while she followed behind, her hand becoming firmer the more bodies you had to get through.

The fresh air that soon hit you did nothing to sober you up and only made you more disorientated, so much so that you were oblivious to the fact you three had left through a previously locked fire exit. You leaned back on Wanda when the alleyway you found yourself in started to spin.

“Woah,” you muttered. The two women shared a look as they helped you into their car. You didn't know you were in a flashy stingray, but when Natasha turned the car on you noticed the expensive interior and began to panic that you would throw up in it.

“Are you getting her address or shall I?” The brunette besides you asked. You frowned.

“It's twenty-”

“Shh,” Wanda assured, suddenly guiding your head into her lap. You were about to protest until you were struck with a sudden sense of peace, oblivious to the red whispered that danced around your head. You gave a contented sigh and simultaneously felt your drunken haze being lifted.

“I don't know your names,” you spoke out without alarm.

“I'm Wanda and that's Nat,” Wanda said sweetly. You really liked her.

“Like the Avengers?” You asked in awe and almost missed Nat's chuckle. “That's cool,” you muttered. The pair glanced at each other in the mirror with knowing smirks. “I'm y/n.”

“Pretty name,” Wanda commented as she tucked the hair behind your ear. “Pretty face,” she added. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks at the attention and squirmed under her gaze. Wanda returned her firm hand to your hip and you stilled.

Pretty anniversary present, Natasha input.

Belated anniversary present, Wanda corrected.

Tell me she's not worth it.

Depends how well she takes the red one, Wanda mused. She felt Natasha's excitement at the concept but kept quiet to not distract from the Friday night streets.

Once they pulled up by your apartment, Wanda prompted for you to sit up and you thankfully did so without a wave of nausea hitting you. You weren't expecting the pair to follow you inside but simply put it down to two women helping another out, even if you were considerably less drunk than when they found you.

“Lifts broken and I'm on the third floor. You don't have to follow me up,” you informed the pair as you almost tripped on a step. Wanda gave you a look that told you they weren't going so you led the way, unaware of the eyes that flickered to your ass.

It was only once you were turning the keys in the lock and thanking the pair that your sense of caution returned. You, somehow, weren't drunk anymore and yet these women you didn't know were still lingering outside of your apartment.

“Really, I'd hate to keep you from continuing your night,” you said as you stood in the open doorway that you wanted closed.

“It's barely begun,” Wanda mumbled as she brought her hand to your temple. You made to step away from her touch but your entire body was suddenly trapped in a state of paralysis. “Go to your room and strip,” she whispered, the tenderness she had earlier possessed now gone. Another difference was when your body complied with the order, your mind screamed at you not to. You were overtaken with fear as you made your way through the small apartment and heard the door close as the pair wandered in behind you.

“Oh, malysh, you should really take better care of yourself,” Wanda commented in what you now knew to be a condescending tone. You felt your anger brew as you realised she was going through your belongings while you undressed for her.

“We'll do that for you,” Natasha suddenly spoke right behind you. She undid your bra and grazed her lips over your shoulder, smirking at the goosebumps that arose. “Be a good toy for her and maybe I'll play nice,” she whispered and you could do nothing to push her away.

“Oh, Nat, you're scaring the poor thing,” Wanda chuckled as they watched you obediently take your underwear off. The moment they were discarded, you were given a heavy shove that made you lean over the side of your bed while your knees hit the floor with a painful thud. You whimpered at the pain it ignited and heard a pitiful coo from one of the women as your chin was lifted. Your eyes widened at what you took in.

The two Avengers stood before you, rid of their clothes and masks and instead holding weapons. Wanda’s eyes were glowing red as she stared at you while her magic flowed freely from her fingers. The whisps flickered momentarily as you felt an intense pressure keep you down before it was listed for you to roam freely. Yet you wouldn’t dare, not when you knew what she could do along with the sinister handgun held at the redhead’s side.

“So you do have some smarts about you,” Wanda said, confirming the rumours that had circulated in the media months ago that she could read minds.

“”Here’s the deal, приятная вещь, you can behave and do exactly what we say,” the brunette explained as she sat herself at the head of your bed while Natasha grabbed at the back of your neck and hoisted you up to the space between Wanda’s spread legs. “Or we can make you,” she said just as the unforgiving steel of Natasha’s gun pressed into your bare back. “Either way…” she snaked her hand around to the hair at the back of your head and forced you to gaze down at her wet cunt. You wondered at what point in that twisted scene she had become so aroused, and why there was a growing ache between your own legs at the sight.

You weren’t blind to the fact that god clearly hadn’t spared them any favours in looks and that you, like many, had been crushing on the female Avengers for some time, but the situation they had put you in wasn’t right, so why did Wanda look so goddamn tempting?

It was wrong, it was immoral, it was altogether fucked up, but with a sharp tug to your hair, your mouth was on the brunette. The second you tasted her, you didn’t need the threat of repercussions to keep you in place. Your tongue delved between her pussy lips and the moan you heard in response sealed your place in their arrangement and your own fate.

“Fuck, you always have a good eye for them,” Wanda gasped.

“Anything for you, моя любовь,” Natasha winked back. “I know she’s your present, but I hope you don’t mind if I just…” You heard the redhead trail off but ignored the distant alarm bells in your mind to instead give all your attention to flicking your tongue across Wanda in an effort to savour and explore her.

You were pulled from your lustful trance when you felt a cold blade press against your hip. Your eyes snapped to Wanda in a silent plea only to see her features brighten with excitement.

“Just don’t go too deep this time,” Wanda chuckled as she watched the scene unfold with anticipation and pulled you in close enough that you could no longer catch her dark eyes.

At the first cut, you inevitably jumped and scrambled to get away from the glistening blade but you were held in place by one strong hand to your back. Kept still against the already stained bedsheets, you whimpered and cried pitifully as Natasha’s skilled hands littered cuts across you, leaving scarlet streaks in place.

“Don’t stop,” Natasha warned with a deeper strike. “I’m barely touching you,” she huffed disapprovingly, pausing to let you recover and continue. You did so tentatively, waiting for the next sting to be inflicted but several minutes passed with the redhead merely tracing your skin with the back of her knife and you soon became fixated on Wanda again.

The cuts stung, but so did your scalp every time the brunette tugged and eventually those sensations entwined in the turmoil and were pushed to the background as Wanda’s pulsing clit became centre stage. The muscles of her thighs clamped around your head as her breathy moans and curses filled the room.

“Such a good fucking mouth she’s got on her,” the brunette spoke and though it wasn’t directed at you, you flushed with pride.

Wanda came with an ecstatic cry and you swore that the taste of her cum was worth every cut that had littered across you. You missed Natasha’s approving hum at the sight, too caught up in making sure you didn’t miss a drop of her girlfriend. You swirled your tongue everywhere you could reach until Wanda was pushing you away. You whined.

“Greedy thing,” Wanda tutted with amusement, gripping your chin.

“I can’t blame her,” Natasha muttered, suddenly leaning over your body to your raised chin where, instead of kissing you, she licked the wetness that had gathered just below your lips.

“Let me watch you, Nat,” Wanda said as she watched you shift uncomfortably. “Give me a show.” You frowned, not understanding what the younger Avenger meant but apparently Natasha did. She wrapped her hand around the front of your throat and pulled you back with her until your calves were by your sides and your back was flat against Natasha’s front.

“So fragile,” the redhead commented as her hand previously on your neck travelled down gradually. She nipped along your shoulder and neck as she explored your stomach and squeezed your tits. Your breath hitched and you tried to move your neck away from Natasha’s markings but she easily overpowered you.

“If you keep squirming like that you might make my finger slip,” Natasha tutted as she tapped her gun against your stomach, her finger ready on the trigger.

“Please,” you whimpered as the redhead trailed her gun across you, settling it under your chin. Your throat briefly skimmed it when you swallowed your nerves.

“Please what, malysh?” Wanda asked. You looked at her with a plea that got stuck in your mouth the moment you took in how she was touching herself. “Go on,” she encouraged as she rubbed her swollen clit.

“She wants to hear you beg,” Natasha whispered to you, her free hand settling between your legs where she found your cunt to be as wet as her partner’s. “Do it,” Natasha ordered with a firm press of her weapon, adamant on seeing her present perform as she was expected to.

“Please don’t kill me,” you rushed out. Both women chuckled, seemingly not taking your request seriously in the slightest.

“That’s not what you really want to beg for,” Wanda said, teasing her entrance with two fingers. Your own pussy throbbed as Natasha’s digits ghosted over your neglected clit. “Beg her to fuck you,” she said, eyes dangerously dark.

“I…I don’t- ah!” You exclaimed as Natasha pressed hard on your clit and rubbed tight circles. “Fuck,” you cursed as you fought against your desires, inevitably loosing when you heard the redhead cock her gun. “Please fuck me,” you whimpered.

“I didn’t catch that,” Wanda smirked.

“Please fuck me!” You begged as Natasha’s rough fingers were stripped away.

“Why?” She mused as she dragged her wet nails down your stomach.

“Because-” you hissed. “Because I need it, please!” You cried out, unable to distinguish if it was a plea for your life or for your pleasure.

“There it is,” Natasha smirked to her partner as she pushed three fingers in without warning. You were wet enough to take them, but the ache of the stretch was still very much present. “Fuck, what a tight slut,” the redhead chuckled as she thrust her fingers into your depths with persistence. You whined at the sting as Natasha scissored her digits against your soft walls, thumbing at your clit as you squirmed.

“You’re driving the pretty whore crazy, Natty,” Wanda moaned as she fingered herself steadily at the sight. “Does that feel good, detka?”

“So good!” You moaned without hesitation, resting your head back on Natasha’s shoulder. She tossed the gun to the side and picked up her knife as she thrust her fingers wildly, bringing the shining blade up to your neck. You could hardly register it. You were so intoxicated with the feeling of the woman behind you filling you up, but the hot sting across your neck was prominent.

Your hands pinned between your bodies struggled to free themselves and grab at the knife, no matter how futile, but Natasha’s body didn't budge and your hands remained trapped. Luckily, the redhead didn’t linger too long on your neck and planted small cuts back down your torso. Though at that time, they bothered you far less.

“She looks so good like that,” Wanda groaned when you winced amongst the pleasure. “More,” she demanded and suddenly the cuts were deeper. A sob was dragged from your throat and Natasha merely fingered you harder in response.

“I can feel you gripping my fingers,” Natasha husked. “Don’t you dare cum before her,” she warned as she placed her knife against your throat again. You whined desperately in protest, unsure if you were going to be able to hold off much longer, especially when the redhead deliberately pressed against the spot that made your world spin.

“I can’t…I need- please!” You exclaimed as you struggled, giving Wanda the most pleading look you could manage.

“Poor thing,” Wanda mused as she fucked herself knuckle deep, letting you glimpse how soaked she was everytime she pulled them out. “You want me to cum?” She asked with a pout.

“Please,” you sobbed.

“Please,” Natasha mocked, curling her fingers harder.

Wanda came again with a low moan, shuddering against your headboard as she thrust her digits steadily through her orgasm. You thought that you yourself were seconds away from your own relief but the sadistic redhead withdrew her fingers and forced you to continue to watch the pleasure you were deprived of. You almost protested when you saw Wanda’s blissed smile but wisely restricted it to a needy whine.

“What’s the matter, love? You wanted to cum too?” Wanda asked, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Yeah,” you said, voice hoarse.

“You think you can manage that?” Wanda questioned as her fingertips produced a red glow until a blood red dildo appeared between the Sokovian’s legs securely. Similarly, you felt something obnoxious prod into your back from Natasha. Your eyes widened as you took in the large toy, recognising that you had never taken anything nearly that big before. Most likely hearing your thoughts, Wanda stroked the toy several times, as though giving you a preview of how it was going to stretch.

“Don’t worry, it’ll help that you’re fucking soaked,” Natasha chuckled. A red glow appeared again though that time Wanda wrapped her magic around your body as she lay on her back and draped you over her with only your ass in the air for Natasha to grab.

“Wait,” you stammered when the toy brushed past your clit and teased your hole. Feeling the wide head spread your lips apart, you looked to Wanda to plead for more preparation but you didn’t get the chance because the redhead was forcing you down.

The stretch was unforgiving in its pressure and burn, forcing your soft walls apart with every inch it took. It filled you up in its entirety as Wanda guided your open mouth to her nipples where your moans became muffled and your eyes fluttered closed dutifully.

“Almost in, you just need your slutty holes filled by us, don’t you?” Wanda asked as she stroked your hair, a stark contrast to her words and the actions of her girlfriend who was forcing her inside you. “You just have to lay pretty and take it,” she said as the rest of the toy was shoved into your cunt.

“There you go,” Natasha hummed.

“Hurts,” you wheezed before your mouth was forced back around the Sokovian’s nipples.

“But it feels so good too, doesn’t it?” Wanda cooed as she lifted you off of the strap on only to slam you back down as she began to thrust. In your position, she could only pull out half way but it meant that the stretch lingered for longer while the pleasure emerged.

Once you were all consumed in the bliss of Wanda fucking your throbbing pussy, you jumped as Natasha spit on your ass and let it dribble down until it reached your tightest hole. You whined when she grazed her thumb over your ass, letting it hover in the anticipation of what you knew she was about to do and didn’t quite want to stop.

Natasha pushed her thumb past your ring just as Wanda filled you up with her fake cock and you let her nipple go with a gasp, clawing at the bedsheets around you to help adjust to the intrusion. “Fuck!” You groaned as the redhead toyed with your ass. She flexed and pumped her thumb inside you several times before replacing it with two fingers that had you spinning.

“So fucking tight,” Natasha grunted. “Feel it, Wand.” You didn’t understand what that meant and you missed the red hues covering Wanda’s iris as she peaked into her partner’s mind to experience what she felt, cursing at the ghost sensations around her fingers.

“Ruin her for me, Natty,” Wanda encouraged with twisted adoration and began fucking your cunt with a refreshed vigour you weren’t prepared for. In that same split second, Natasha pulled her fingers out and pushed her strap against your ass, gripping your hips harshly as her cock stretched you open.

“Too much,” you protested but the redhead merely pushed your face into the bed and used it as better means to fuck you with. Suddenly, you were more full than you ever could have imagined as both your cunt and your ass were stuffed with the older women’s cocks while you lay weak against them.

Natasha spit on her dildo as she dragged the toy out of you, stroking it several times before pushing it back in entirely. Tears soaked your bedsheets at what you could’ve sworn felt like being split open to accompany the redhead’s toy down to the base with her hips flush against you.

The moment they began thrusting together, you crumbled, unable to handle the force they used to fuck you or the fact that it felt so fucking good. Your moans were incoherent against the bed but no one seemed to care when the wet sounds from your cunt spoke loud enough for you.

“Such a good fucktoy,” Natasha groaned as she snapped her hips against you. “Happy anniversary, moya lyubov,” she grinned, pushing your head down further as she leant over you to embrace her girlfriend in a heated kiss you hardly registered. Their pace didn’t falter as they made out over you, continuing to pump themselves into your holes harder.

You couldn’t even move between the pair. You were trapped between their overpowering frames as they thrust as deep as they could each time and rubbed every nerve enough to make your body weaker by the second. You were consumed by them, all together entangled in the mess of twisted pleasure you only became more lost in until you reached the point of no return. You couldn’t communicate this to the pair but luckily one of them was already in your head.

“Cum, sweet thing,” Wanda coaxed. “Show us how much of a desperate slut you really are.” With that, you tripped and stumbled over the edge in a disorientated blur, falling blissfully through the air until you were slumped right back in that bed with the two Avengers who showed no signs of stopping.

“I can’t,” you tried to tell them, yet you did just moments later.

“We’re going to have so much fun with you,” Wanda whispered against your ear as she slowed her pace for you to be able to process her words. “We’re just getting started,” she told you when an unrelenting pressure started around your neck once more.

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filibusterfrog · 1 year ago

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rabbit snare dancing bear

#my art #my ocs #blood #it is not an allegory for anything i just wanted to draw two bros in a little danse macabre

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thebenjiblackwoodexpress · 4 months ago

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Devil's Snare part.2

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Description: Having realised that he's fallen in love with his handmaiden, Aemond tries to sway her heart to him despite her shy and introverted disposition. But he quickly finds that her heart is not easily won. Can the Prince succeed in winning his Lady with an unlikely combination of books, Vhagar, and advice from his sister Helaena.

Part 1 Part 3

Writer's note: thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed part 1. Hoping this doesn't stray too far from the direction you want it to go in. I have another part planned but would also welcome suggestions :)

Warnings: female reader, dual-pov narrative, slow-burn, mention of Granny Vhagar (she deserves her own trigger warning), lots of angst and lots of fluff too, pining, potentially ooc Aemond (although our Lord and saviour Ewan Mitchell agrees he's really just a Teddy Bear). Lengthy as always because if there's one thing I can't do it's get to the point.

Y/N huffed in frustration as she tried to replicate the braided hairstyle Helaena's handmaiden had shown her to little success. She tended to wear her hair in the same practical style each day, not having much skill in this regard. But her newfound intimacy with the Princess had led her to a friendship with her maid, who had a particular skill for elaborate hairstyles. Realising she would be late to her morning duties should she restart, she tied off the braid and set off for Prince Aemond's chambers. In truth, she now preferred to arrive at the Prince's chambers early so she could greet him for the day before he headed off to the training yard and she wouldn't see him again until that evening.

They had come to form what Y/N supposed could be considered a friendship, if any such relationship could exist between a servant and a Prince. Though she could not help her natural timidity, which prevented her from ever feeling truly comfortable in his presence and often prone to stuttering over her words. Prince Aemond seemed more than willing to accommodate this facet of her personality. He always listened to her so attentively, never interrupting her when she stumbled over her words as others often did in frustration.

With the gentle encouragement of Prince Aemond and his sister the Princess Helaena, Y/N had slowly begun to come more and more out of her shell. She recalled only a few nights ago how the Prince had made her laugh so carelessly, completely forgetting her introverted tendencies. He had been kind enough to lend her books from his private collection as she became more comfortable with reading under Helaena's guidance, and he had explicitly told her to select any that should interest her. As she was dusting the upper shelves in his chambers one evening she'd reached for an ornate tome of red leather that she could now tell concerned dragons. Y/N had always been fascinated with the creatures, thinking them godlike and otherworldly and was eager to learn more about them now that this was possible. It took a few attempts of her reaching as far as she could on tiptoe for her fingertips to even graze the spine of the book, it being on the top shelf and Y/N eventually resorted to jumping for it to no avail. Giving up with a huff to blow the hair that had escaped from her braid out of her face, she startled to see a hand reach for the book she'd wanted.

It had amused Aemond no small amount to see his handmaiden's ill fated attempts to reach the book she wanted from his shelves but he'd quickly stepped towards her as she'd made a jump for it, not wishing her to do anything which might cause her injury. He felt a satisfying sense of pride at being able to be of assistance to her, extending his own arm for the red book which he easily reached with his tall stature. It gratified him to feel she might have need of him and that he could be someone she looked to. Handing it out to her, he smiled encouragingly as he saw what volume had taken her interest this time. "So it is dragons you wish to read of? Have they long held your interest Y/N?" Taking the book from him, Y/N's eyes lit with a spark of uncontained excitement Aemond had rarely seen in his handmaiden. "I have since I was a young girl, they are such magnificent creatures. So beautiful and yet so powerful."

Humming in agreement at her assessment, Aemond's smile only grew as he leaned his head closer to her. "Would you like to meet one? I should be glad to introduce you to mine own, Vhagar." Y/N's face paled slightly at his suggestion. "I think I would be terrified if I were to actually meet a dragon in the flesh, My Prince. But I thank you for your most generous offer." Aemond feigned a pensive look for a moment. "I wouldn't be so sure of that, Y/N the fierce dragon rider has a certain ring to it? Does it not?" Aemond's heart swelled at the sweet sound of her laughter, the laughter he had provoked from his shy girl. And yet, he wished her to know that she would never have been in any danger had she taken him up on his offer, Vhagar would heed his commands and surely sense the importance this girl held for her rider. Looking at her earnestly as her laughter quietened, he spoke in a tone he hoped would convey the truth of his words. "You would always be safe with me, Y/N."

Y/N felt her heart flutter at the memory of Prince Aemond's words and as she passed along the halls of the Red Keep she briefly wondered what the Prince might think of her new hairstyle. She almost scoffed at herself for the ridiculousness of the thought, unsure of where it had even come from. As if the Prince should ever think of her hair, or indeed think of her at all when she was gone from his sight. Y/N looked down to ensure she did not trip in her haste as she neared the Prince's chambers. Just as she rounded the corner to his chambers she collided with a hard figure, letting out a yelp and closing her eyes tightly as she braced for a fall. Arms quickly wrapped around her to stop her momentum, one encircling her waist, the other wrapping around her shoulders. Y/N opened her eyes to find it was the Prince Aemond himself holding her and she smiled sheepishly up at him in embarrassment at the situation they found themselves in.

"I apologise My Prince, I was not looking where I was going." Quirking his lip up at her, Aemond pulled Y/N back up but maintained a gentle hold on her elbows to steady her. "I am only glad I was here to catch you little one." Y/N blushed at that and turned away from him slightly to hide it. A second later the Prince had let go of her entirely, taking a step back.

"I will see you later, Y/N."

Y/N tried to look anywhere but at Prince Aemond's eyes as she nodded.

"Yes, My Prince. I wish you a good day."

The Prince wasted no time in turning on his heels to stalk away from her and she could not help but feel that perhaps she had made him angry.

Aemond had waited in his chambers longer than was usual that morning, hoping to catch even a brief glimpse of his pretty handmaiden before he left to spend the day training with Ser Criston. He'd noticed she had begun to arrive earlier at his chambers and he felt hope surge in him that perhaps she sought him out, that she might enjoy their conversations as he did. When she did not show and he could tarry no longer he let out a growl of frustration and practically stormed from his room. Coming round a corner at such a great speed Aemond's eyes widened in alarm as he smacked straight into the very girl who consumed his thoughts. Quickly wrapping his arms around her so she would not fall, he frantically ran his eyes down her form to reassure himself he had not hurt her.

Aemond was momentarily stunned as Y/N opened her eyes and graced him with a sweet smile that had him tightening his hold on her, relishing the feeling of holding her in his arms. He scoffed inwardly at her apology, he had been only too happy to catch her, and had hoped to amuse her with his playful response. But as her cheeks reddened to a deep scarlet and she turned her face away from him, he relented. He pulled her to stand upright, though he could not help maintaining a light hold on her elbows in case she should stumble. Aemond did so love to see her blush, having convinced himself it must mean he had some power to affect her as she did him. But he did not wish to embarass her and cause her to put any more distance between them. He felt keenly that there was a wide enough chasm already.

The Prince tried to keep his tone even and remove any hint of the frustration he felt. He had begun to fear the worst, that Y/N would never feel truly comfortable with him, and if that were the case how could she ever learn to love him? Was he truly so displeasing to her, so terrifying? Anger coursed through his veins at the blow he had been dealt by the Seven in losing his eye, a disfigurement which he feared would also cost him the love of the woman before him, which he had come to covet above all else. Not wishing to show his already timid handmaiden his anger, he took his leave quickly.

Y/N gnawed on her bottom lip in her anxiety. She'd been stewing the entire day over her brief meeting with Prince Aemond that morning and inwardly cursing herself for her reaction to his simply helping her. It had clearly angered him, though she knew not why. She found herself wishing she were not so timid, that she could meet his gaze more easily, not stutter so much when she spoke to him. But the Seven had made her so and she could not see her natural disposition disappearing anytime soon. Nevertheless, she endeavoured to present a more welcoming figure when he returned to his chambers that evening and mend any infraction she had inadvertently caused.

As Prince Aemond reentered his chambers for the evening, Y/N turned to greet him with a warm smile lighting her face. "Good evening, My Prince. I trust you had a pleasant day." Y/N often greeted him as such, and the Prince would always readily respond with details of his training with the knight Ser Criston. She had hoped that falling into their normal routine would smooth over any irritation he might still feel towards her, but the smile fell from her face as he only continued to stand in the doorway staring at her. They passed a few moments in silence before Aemond spoke, so softly she had to strain to hear him. "You've changed your hair." That had been the last thing she'd expected him to say to her and she felt her heartbeat increase at the fact that he had noticed.

"The Princess Helaena had her maid show me some braiding techniques when I expressed an interest. She is kind to me."

"It is lovely." At Prince Aemond's words Y/N felt her cheeks burn and butterflies erupt in her stomach. But she forced herself not to shy away from his complement, lest she offend him as she had that morning.

"Thank you, My Prince. I am glad you should think so." Aemond's already handsome features lit up in a genuine smile, seemingly content at her accepting his compliment.

"You are always lovely."

Y/N's mouth parted slightly in surprise. Complimenting a change in hairstyle was one thing, calling her lovely another entirely. She could not understand his motivation for such a compliment, and felt immediately suspicious of it, despite the wild beating of her treacherous heart. She was just a servant girl, and could not possibly hope to have any claim to the heart of a Prince, so what did he mean by calling her lovely? Not knowing how to respond for the best, Y/N bystepped his words altogether and cleared her throat awkwardly. "I had the wine you requested brought up, it is on the console, and the books you requested brought from the library are on your desk. Will there be anything else this evening, My Prince?"

Y/N watched with regret as the Prince visibly stiffened at her cold tone, his eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion. "That will be all, Y/N."

"My Prince", with a deferential curtsy she strode past Prince Aemond. Y/N quickly grew ashamed of her suspicion in him and her subsequent rudeness as she saw him cast his head down and shift to let her pass.

"I cannot sway her heart to me, Sister. Everytime I believe I have made progress, it is quickly followed by another mistake on my part which only seems to push her farther away from me." Aemond had sought his sister's advice, following his disastrous attempt at complimenting Y/N. He feared he had only made her uncomfortable given her cold reaction. He felt pained at the possibility it was him she found so objectionable, as opposed to an ill advised compliment.

Helaena looked thoughtful as she considered her brother's words. "What have you attempted so far to win her affections, brother?"

Aemond reccounted everything he had tried to do to make Y/N more comfortable around him. He'd hoped to build a friendship with her at first as a conduit for expressing his true romantic affections for her at a time when she would be more amenable to this.

He watched as Helaena pondered for an agonisingly long time on the correct response. But as a woman he expected she would be able to find a solution more ably than he could. "I think you should find a way to spend more time with her. You say it is normally only in the mornings and the evenings that you are together for a very brief time. Perhaps with more time spent in your company she will grow accustomed to your attentions and develop her own affections for you in turn." Aemond thought Helaena's suggestion wise and one he should have considered earlier. All this time he had been so concerned with ensuring he did not overstep any lines with Y/N, so very aware of her shy disposition, that he had not tried to orchestrate any more interactions than those she was already used to. But perhaps he needed to try a more direct approach to win his handmaiden over to him. He quickly developed a plan Helaena would have rejected out of hand had he voiced it.

For the second time that day, Y/N was frantically preparing tea in the kitchens, nestled in the lower levels of the Red Keep. Careless in her haste, she accidentally tipped some of the hot water she'd been pouring onto her hand. Letting out a string of curses, she quickly applied some cold water until she could no longer feel the sting so keenly, then hurried to set the already cooling tea on a tray, aware of the distance between the kitchens and the royal chambers where she needed to be. Prince Aemond had started to ask for tea to be brought to him twice a day about a week ago, having never expressed any inclination for it before. It did create some challenges for Y/N in trying to ensure the Prince's tea was delivered to him hot, all the while having to cross such a great distance in the Keep to do so.

And yet he always asked her to sit with him as he drank his tea, asking her various questions about herself, her childhood, her likes and dislikes. His line of questioning was often quite strange to Y/N, asking her what colours she liked best, whether she preferred the colder or warmer months, what flowers were her favourite. She had not thought any of these things about her should interest a Targaryen Prince. But she could not find it in herself to be irritated with his regular requests for tea, as she had come to look forward to these moments with Aemond. She did not know when she'd begun to think of him so informally, as Aemond rather than the Prince. It seemed to occur naturally over time as their tentative friendship grew and she spent more time in his presence. If Y/N was being completely honest with herself she'd even begun to harbour somewhat romantic feelings for the Prince. Blushing every time he met her gaze or their fingers grazed as she handed him his tea, she was sure he'd find her ridiculous if he should ever find out.

Rushing into his chambers, aware she'd taken much longer to deal with her burn, she began setting the tea before Aemond, stiffening as she heard him speak behind her.

"What is this?" His eyes had fallen on her injured hand and he spoke tensly...dangerously. "Did someone hurt you?"

Y/N quickly moved to dispell this theory as she noted how his hand clenched and jaw tightened. "No, My Prince. It is only a small burn. I was not careful enough when handling the tea this afternoon in my haste to make sure it arrived still warm." At her answer a look of pain seemed to cross the Prince's face as he stood, gently taking her hand in his to assess her injury. She realised she did not like to see him so distressed over her. "It is only a little thing. It will heal."

Gazing down at her, his own good eye boring into her own, a penitent look fell over his features. "I do not much like tea. You do not need to bring it to me any longer. I would not have you hurt yourself again on my account."

Y/N was confused for a mere moment before anger took its place. She had thought it strange when he'd begun to ask for tea so regularly, having never expressed an inclination for it before. And here she'd been running about the Keep several times a day, trying and even burning herself in the attempt to fulfill his request when the kitchens were so far from his chambers on the upper levels of the Keep. Only to find he did not even enjoy the tea. Why would he do such a thing? She roughly ripped her hand from his hold, stepping back from him even as he began to follow her. "Were you laughing at me? Was it a mere jest to watch me run about the Keep all day for no reason?" She did not know where she'd found her courage, or perhaps the audacity to address the Prince in such a manner.

He looked positively alarmed now at the fierceness of her glare, having never inspired it before.

"No, of course not."

"Then why?"

"I only wished to spend more time with you"

The unexpectedness of his answer halted Y/N where she stood, allowing Aemond to close the distance between them until they stood nearly chest to chest.

"With me. But why?"

Aemond moved slowly as if she could bolt at any second, perhaps giving her the chance to pull away from him again if she wished. Recapturing her hand in his, he raised it to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss on the palm of her hand where the burn was. Pulling away, he held her hand against his heart and Y/N couldn't fail to take his meaning even though he didn't say the words directly. He must have an affection for her, perhaps not so strong as that which she held for him, but still there. In this knowledge, she supposed his actions though misguided could be considered sweet. She found herself at a loss for words, her mind swimming with the possibilities of what this could mean, and the inherent dangers of having feelings for a Prince of the Seven Kingdoms as a lowly servant girl.

In the moment she felt unable to decide whether she wanted Aemond to reciprocate her feelings or not, and whether she was comfortable with his advances. He'd seemed to sense her indecision as he gazed down at her face. Releasing her hand and lowering it back to her side, he stepped back from her until he was leaning against a side table. He was always so respectful of her, attentively watching for any signs of her discomfort and responding in kind. She was torn, wanting to reach for him again but knowing within her heart that nothing good could come of their feelings for one another. Better to repress them now rather than let them continue to grow and inevitably lead to dissapointment when he married a courtly Lady or Dornish Princess.

"Good night Y/N."

Y/N's eyes snapped up to meet Aemond's, expecting to find irritation or perhaps disspointment with her confused state. She was startled to find only steely determination in his eyes. "Good Night, My Prince." Willing herself not to turn around and look at him, in case she did something truly reckless, she headed straight for the servant's quarters.

Aemond felt more sure of himself than he ever had that he could win Y/N's love. He felt certain she already harboured an affection for him, she was only indecisive on whether to act on it, perhaps unsure of his intentions. This was understandable and he would seek to remedy it, for he had seen how her eyes had softened as he'd kissed her hand, how she had subconsciously curled her hand around his tunic once he'd placed it against his heart, as if to pull him closer to her. But watching her inner turmoil play out in her expressions and in her silence, he resolved to be patient, stepping back from her to allow her space to think. He loved her and was now convinced she at least held some feelings for him, in the end it did not matter how long it took to convince her of the fact.

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aerynwrites · 1 year ago

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Mistaken Identity

Halsin x fem!Reader

A/N: based on this request. this was such a cute idea! I hope you all enjoy! :3

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: none - just pure fluff

The forest is peaceful today, not that it isn't usually peaceful in your little part of the woods. But today feels…different somehow.

It’s just like any other day you’ve had since you settled down in your cottage in the middle of nowhere, desperate to get away from the cities and towns and the bustle of people. You tended your garden earlier in the morning to avoid the worst of the day's heat, and now you’re checking your hunting traps, this trip already proving more fruitful than the ones in recent days.

You’re working on checking your fourth and last trap, a large rabbit caught in your snare when you hear the faint shuffling of leaves, followed by the snapping of twigs. You stand upright, rabbit in your hand as you turn in a circle, eyes trying to find the source of the sound.

You’re not an expert on the natural world just yet, but whatever is approaching sounds larger than you're ready to deal with. You quickly tuck the small animal into your pack, muttering a quick prayer for its soul before moving to go back the way you came. You’re just coming out of the small clearing when you come face to face with the largest cave bear you’ve ever seen.

It’s massive. It’s head nearly level with your own as you both freeze in your tracks. Fear courses through you, making your heart pound as blood rushes in your ears. Any and all advice on what to do when encountering a bear has left your mind frustratingly blank, only allowing you to watch the creature in wide eyed terror as you opt to stay completely still.

It doesn’t attack you immediately which you take as a good sign, but it does raise its head slightly, nose twitching as it sniffs and huffs at the air before lowering it’s head and taking a few steps towards you. You want to take a step back as it moves closer, but you find yourself rooted to the spot as the bear approaches you, nose sniffing curiously at the bag slung over your shoulder.

Your hunting bag.

“Oh…” you let out a shaky sigh, as you pull the bag off and set it on the ground slowly, revealing the contents of it to the bear. If this is what it’s after, maybe you can slip away as it eats your kills.

“It’s rabbit…a few good juicy ones,” you say, finding yourself calming ever so slightly as you speak to the bear.

He continues to sniff at the bag before letting out a disinterested huff, nosing it back towards you.

Is he…letting you have it back?

Cautiously you reach down to pick up the bag once again, slinging it over your shoulder when the bear makes no sudden moves.

“Thank you…” you trail off, feeling silly for thanking a bear who can’t understand you.

Before you can question the odd situation you find yourself in, it gets even more odd. The bear approaches you again, but this time he presses his nose into the crook of your neck, his wet nose cold against your skin and causing you to shriek as you scramble away - both from surprise and fear.

He doesn’t chase after you like you thought he would, instead the bear lets out a small huff and tilts his head to the side, as if considering you. You decide to take that moment to make your retreat, before he can consider you long enough to make you his lunch.

You back away from the creature slowly, planning to just keep going until you're out of sight. But before you can get very far the creature lets out another chuff and turns away from you to head deeper into the forest. You stop as you watch him disappear into the foliage, and can’t help the curiosity that courses through you.

What an odd bear.

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If you’d thought that would be the only encounter with the unusually docile bear, you were wrong. It seemed like almost any time you left the immediate area around your small cottage you would stumble upon the bear.

At first you were still hesitant. Still very aware that this is a wild animal very capable of killing you. But as days turned into week, and weeks turned into months…the large bear became a pleasant constant in your life. Pretty much your only friend out in this isolated part of the woods.

You’re thick as thieves, the two of you. He’d always be near when you were preparing your kills, happily eating whatever you discarded. But you noticed he had a certain fondness for the fruits in your garden and the honey from your hives rather than the meat you prepared, so you’d started to grow a little extra just for him.

You’ve started to notice he’s present in your days more often than not, lumbering beside you wherever you go and staying near if you stop. He also loves to be pet - something you find quite endearing. The day he practically rolled over when you scratched behind his ears was the day you hoped he’d never go far.

And he’s a very good listener. Even if he’s not much of a conversationalist - you can’t seem to shake the odd feeling that he understands you. You don’t ever feel like you have much to say, but your occasional trips to nearby villages offer some conversation and it’s like your bear companion would huff or growl or chortle at all the right moments. He rumbles in agreement if you ask him questions or growls if he seems upset…

In fact…the longer you spend around the unusual creature the more… human he starts to seem.

You shake your head at the thought as you weed your garden. You know it’s not possible, but the entire thing is just so out of the ordinary you suppose your mind can’t help but try to find explanations for it.

You tug at a particularly tough weed, pulling hard enough that when it comes free from the ground you fall back onto your hands.

“The weeds are particularly nasty this time of year.”

A surprised shout falls from your lips as you whip around to the source of the voice, stumbling quickly to your feet at the same moment.

You’re not used to visitors this far from the nearby towns, and you're certainly not used to large handsome eleven men looking at you from the other side of your fenced in garden.

The man holds his hands up placatingly, lips tilted up ever so slightly in a small smile.

“I’m sorry, I did not mean to frighten you.”

You can’t stop the scoff you let you, hand clutching at the fabric over your chest.

“Well, you certainly have an odd way of showing it,” you chastise lightly, still wary of the stranger.

He bows his head in apology, one hand coming up to rest over his heart. “My apologies again. I tried knocking on your door but no one answered…”

“So you came to snoop around in my backyard?” You ask, brows raised as your arms cross over your chest.

The man lets out a small laugh, and you try to ignore the fluttering feeling it produces in your belly.

“It would seem that way, yes,” he says, voice light. “But in truth I only wanted to introduce myself. My name is Halsin, I’m an archdruid in the grove just down the road from the abandoned village.”

An image flashes in your mind, of a wooden door partially hidden by foliage. You passed it when you would travel to a town several hours away. You’d once tried to investigate the area only to be warned off by a few druids at the top of the wall.

You’d made a point to stay away since then.

You shift on your feet slightly, a sudden anxiety flaring up in your chest at the presence of someone like an archdruid seeking you out. Are you on their land somehow? Have they come to run you off after you’ve just started to build a life for yourself here?

Halsin must notice your shift in demeanor, as he holds his hands out towards you in a calm manner.

“I did not come to disturb you,” he promises. “Only to open the gates of the grove to you. It has been many years since people other than ourselves have made this land home.”

You finally take a few tentative steps forward. Hands falling to your sides. “I didn’t get a very warm welcome when I stumbled upon your… grove, the first time.”

Halsin’s lips fall slightly at that. “Yes, some of the others are more wary of outsiders,” he admits. “But nature connects all living creatures. I only came to make the offer in an effort to ease your time here. The grove is much closer than the nearest town, and we most likely have what you need if you’d ever like to trade.”

You’re stunned slightly by his offer. It takes you almost an entire day to get to the closet trading town. The grove he speaks of is much closer, less than an hour's walk from your home. You'd be a fool to turn down the offer. So, with a small nod of your head you accept.

“That would be…wonderful,” you admit, noticing the smile returning to the Druid's lips. “Thank you.”

“The pleasure is mine,” Halsin says, his eyes turning to the sky. “I must be going. If you wish to enter the grove just tell them I paid you a visit and offered you sanctuary, they will let you pass.”

You nod once again, and Halsin turns wishing you farewell, your name falling sweetly from his lips.

It’s only when he’s out of sight do you realize you never gave him your name.

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The next few weeks pass in a surprisingly blissful and giddy blur.

You took Halsin up on his offer to visit the grove, and true to his word you were let in without much fuss, the arch druid himself waiting when you entered. He introduced you to one of the druids who was the main trading hub in the grove as well as the healer Nettie in case you ever needed anything in that regard.

You had expected the tour to stop there as he left you to your devices, but he continued to show you the grove, his home and his favorite things about it.

You visited often after that, always under the guise of visiting to trade or buy but secretly using the trips as an excuse to see Halsin. The man has grown on you, and more often than not, you find your thoughts drifting to him as butterflies erupt in your chest.

With each encounter you think you find him returning your small flirtations. A teasing comment here, a hand on your back there.

On your most recent trip to the grove, Halsin had shown you a secret little alcove tucked away from the more busy parts of the small colony. It overlooked the river and you could tell Halsin spent much time here by the small bedroll tucked neatly against a large rock and the small pouches of provisions.

You’d both snacked on dried meat and fresh fruit as he told you stories from his youth, laughter ringing out in the small clearing at the more mischievous adventures he’d had.

You’d just popped an apple slice drizzled in honey into your mouth when Halsin turned to look at you, eyes dipping down to your lips.

You’d paused, chewing the bite quickly before swallowing. “What? Have I got something on my face?” You ask, brows furrowed.

Halsin didn’t respond at first, and it was in that deafening silence that you realized just how close you two were sitting. At this angle, with Halsin looking down at you, your noses are mere inches from another and you can feel his breath ghosting gently over your cheek.

He slowly reached a hand up, resting it against your cheek as his thumb wiped gently at the corner of your mouth. Your lips parted slightly at the action, and Halsin leaned just that much closer, his lips just barely brushing yours when a distant call of his name snapped you both back to reality.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you flop back onto the furry heap behind you, ignoring the annoyed huff your companion lets out. “He was going to kiss me!” You say, exasperated. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. If we hadn’t been interrupted…”

You sigh as you sit up and turn to look at the bear who has become one of your closest companions. He’s been more absent as of late, and at first you had thought it was because you’ve been at the grove more often and you just haven’t been around to see him. Something that made you feel bad at first.

But even on the days you weren’t at the grove, your companion was nowhere to be found, even despite the bowls of fruit and honey you’d leave for him.

Today is the first day you’d seen him in days, and it was just in time for him to listen to you rant about the elf you’ve fallen head over heels for. Though, he doesn’t seem to mind. You move so you’re able to wrap your arms around the big bear's neck, your face resting just behind his head as you lay against him.

“I…I like him a lot,” you admit.

You know the bear can’t understand you. You know it’s foolish to talk to an animal. But you can’t help but talk to someone about how you feel. You can’t exactly talk to Halsin about this considering he’s the subject of your thoughts.

The bear seems to still beneath you as you continue, as if listening intently to your words.

“He’s so kind,” you continue. “He allowed me into his home and shared so much with me despite not knowing who I was. And he’s funny too,” you let out a small laugh at that, heat rushing to your face. “And handsome…”

You sigh and shake your head. “I feel like some people might find him intimidating or rugged in a bad way if they just saw him and never talked to him but…I think he’s beautiful. His smile is so captivating, and anytime I look at him I want to reach up and trace his scars before finally, finally kissing him…”

You huff, pulling away from your furry friend only to find bright hazel eyes already on you. “Listen to me,” you chastise. “Talking to a bear about my silly crush.” You smile and reach up to ruffle the bear's ears gently. “At least you’re a good listener.”

You move to stand, the bear doing the same, his nose nuzzling at your hand as if begging you to stay.

“I know, I know,” you say softly. “I haven’t been around as much. But I have to get ready. I…I invited Halsin over for dinner tonight,” you tell him, smiling when he gives a small groan of what you assume to be encouragement. “I promise tomorrow I will have the biggest bowl of fruit and honey you could ever eat. As a sorry gift.”

The bear huffs at this before sitting down and plopping back to the forest floor, resting his head on his paws. You smile and ruffle the fur on his head one last time before heading home.

You have a druid to impress.

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The knock to your door comes just as you’re about to finish off the meal you’ve prepared. You roasted some fish you caught in the nearby river and paired with vegetables from your garden, and even a loaf of fresh bread you managed to scrounge up.

You silently tamp down the anxiety building in your chest as you rush to the door, wiping your hands on your apron before opening it to greet the tall druid on the other side.

Halsin smiles down at you from the threshold, eyes twinkling as he gazes at you. “Hard at work, I see.”

You furrow your brows at his greeting, and Halsin takes the moment of confusion to reach up and wipe a thumb gently across your cheek. It’s then that you register the flour on your cheeks, heat rushing to your face as you reach up to try and wipe away any excess when he drops his hand.

“Oh that,” you laugh. “It’s probably from the bread. I just finished getting everything ready if you want to come in,” you say, stepping aside and gesturing for him to enter.

He smiles warmly at you, accepting your invitation before closing the door behind him. He then reveals a wine bottle he’s had in his hand, offering it out to you.

“A gift for a most gracious host,” he says in a way of explanation. “Though I must admit it is nothing as elaborate as you’d find in the cities…It’s still better than nothing.”

Your lips tilt upward at the kind gesture, and you reach out to take the bottle. “I’m sure it’s lovely, oh-” your eyes widen as you take in the pale color of the wine inside. “And it’s a white wine…That’s perfect for the meal, white always pairs wonderfully with fish.”

You let out a soft laugh as you turn the bottle in your hands before looking up at Halsin once more. “It’s like you read my mind.”

A flash of… something flickers in his eyes at your words, his lips twitching downwards ever so slightly. “Something of that nature, I suppose.”

You quickly shrug off your momentary observation, moving instead to take off your apron and wash your hands before serving dinner. You also take this moment to run a damp rag over your face when Halsin isn’t looking, clearing away any more unwanted blemishes.

Once you’re through, Halsin helps you carry the various plates and bowls to the table, eyes widening slightly when they land on the flaky fish steaming on one of the large plates.

You set a plate in front of him as he takes his seat, speaking before you can stop yourself. “I chose fish because I wasn’t sure if you ate… meat,” you scrunch your nose. “Although now that feels silly considering fish is a type of meat-”

Halsin cuts off your worried rambling by reaching out to place his hand over your own where it rests on the table, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s wonderful,” he assures you, withdrawing his hand with an amused sparkle in his eye. “And I can assure you that meat is a part of our diet,” he teases. “Though I could see why one may think it would not be. Death is a part of life in nature, creatures passing in order to provide for another.”

You nod, relief washing over your anxiety. “Yes, of course. That makes more sense I suppose,” you say before gesturing to the food steaming before you. “Well, help yourself. We don’t want it to get cold.”

Halsin smiles and obliges your invitation, but instead of serving himself he moves to serve you first.

“Oh!” You say, instantly reaching out to stop him. “You don’t have to do that, you’re the guest you should eat first-“

“I insist,” Halsin interrupts, already moving to place a piece of fish onto your plate. “You took the time to cook and invite me into your home. The least I can do is serve you before myself.”

After a moment of hesitation you acquiesce, smiling as you sit back in your chair while he finishes dishing out your meal to you and then himself.

Once the food is plated, the night moves much quicker than you would have liked, conversation flowing easier than you ever anticipated. Talks of what’s been happening in the grove to what you’ve recently planted in your garden to everything in between.

Halsin tells you of his childhood and the adventures he’s been on and you tell him of your life growing up in the city to what led you here to your own little slice of wilderness. It’s only when your plates are empty, bellies are full and the mess cleaned up does Halsin suggest a walk.

You eagerly agree, following his lead out of your small home and into the forest now blanketed in faint orange light due to the setting sun. Halsin seems to have a specific place in mind, taking your hand in his own as he leads you through the woods.

You can’t stop the smile as he laces his fingers with yours.

“So, do you have a specific place in mind?” you ask.

Halsin smiles. “I do, it’s a place of great importance to me, and one of my favorite places of solace in the forest.”

Your brows wing up in surprise as you look up at him. “What makes this place so important?”

“I…” he trails off for a moment, “I met someone very special to me there.”

You nod, your curiosity piqued even more at this information. Who could he have met there? And why was he sharing it with you?

You don’t have time to voice your questions though, as Halsin’s steps start to slow just as you enter an all too familiar clearing off the bank of the river. It’s the very same clearing where you met your bear friend, and where you often come to sit with the large creature. You were here just this morning.

Halsin must sense your familiarity with the space, because he gives your hand a small squeeze. “You know this place?”

You nod, lips tilting upwards fondly. “Yeah I…” you feel heat rush to your cheeks. “You’re going to think I'm crazy but…I’ve actually befriended a bear that I think lives in the woods. This is where we end up a lot of the time.”

“A bear, you say?” he asks, voice lacking the surprise you expected to hear.

You turn to face Halsin, that feeling of familiarity that you had when you first met him tugging at your mind. “Halsin…why did you bring me here?”

The druid lets out a small sigh. “I will be honest that I had a plan in mind when I brought you here,” he begins, turning to face you as he takes both of your hands in his own.

“My life has been a long one, and I have taken many lovers. My heart does not stir lightly, especially as the years pass me by…” slowly, he reaches up to cup your cheek. “But it does now. I feel more for you than I have in centuries. But there is something I must tell you.”

Your heart is pounding in your chest, blood rushing in your ears as Halsin speaks. He’s confessing to you, telling you the one thing you;ve yearned to hear for weeks now. Yet, you can’t help the anxiety that roils in your belly. What could he possibly have to tell you?

“I…I feel the same way,” you tell him, swallowing thickly. “You can tell me anything.”

Halsin smiles, but you can’t help but notice the slightly guilty look on his face as he does so. “I only hope you feel the same after I reveal what I must. I’ve come to care for you, deeply - but even I know no relationship can be built on lies.”

Halsin pulls away from you then, and your anxiety skyrockets. But before you can question him, a burst of light blinds you, leaves and grass exploding in the space where Halsin was and leaving behind a -

Bear?

It takes your eyes a moment to adjust, but when they do, your heart leaps into your throat. Halsin just turned into a bear - something you knew was possible among druids but…

He didn’t just turn into a bear. He turned into your bear. The bear you’ve spent months feeding and befriending. The bear you’ve spent nights talking to about anything and everything.

Including Halsin.

You’ve been talking to Halsin about Halsin. About your feeling for him, about that day he almost kissed you before getting interrupted.

“Oh my gods… ” You gasp, one hand coming up to cover your mouth. “You - You’re the bear. The bear I've been - that means…” you let out an embarrassed groan, covering your eyes as you hope for the earth to open up and swallow you whole.

“You heard me this morning! ”

You hear another burst of magic, and then two warm calloused hands are wrapping around your wrists, pulling your hands from your burning face as you look up at Halsin in his human form once more.

“It was not my intention to deceive you,” he says softly, eyes full of regret. “When I first stumbled upon you that day all those months ago it was my intention to avoid this area of the forest after that, but…” he sighs. “Something about you called to me. Your kindness, your lack of fear around the bear of whom so many are afraid. It is…rare for me to be able to be my full self around others. Most people want the man and tremble at the bear, but it is just as a part of me as this is.”

He sighs again, eyes falling away from yours as he takes a step back from you, dropping your hands. “I…understand if this turns you away. It was a deception, despite my intentions never being malicious.”

You watch him silently for a moment, letting the information sink in. despite what most people may feel, you find yourself lacking any of the anger you expected. Instead all that comes out of you is a laugh, a laugh that turns into a long string of bubbling laughter.

Halsin seems surprised by your reaction, and when you finally manage to compose yourself you step forward and take his hands in yours again, lips split into a smile.

“So, that means you heard what I said this morning? About the day you almost kissed me?” you ask, voice soft.

At the reminder of your earlier conversation, Halsin smiles again, cheeks tinged with a barely there blush. “I do.”

“Will you kiss me now?” you ask boldly.

Halsin chuckles, eyes sparkling with delight. “It would be my pleasure.”

Then his lips are on yours.

It’s just as you imagined it, his lips soft and gentle against your own despite his size. His hands move to rest against your hips, squeezing as he moves to deepen the kiss. You feel his tongue run along the seam of your lips, and you eagerly let him in, unable to stop a whimper as he enters your mouth.

He tastes like the tart wine you had with dinner and something you can only identify as him. It's heady and soft all at the same time, and you find yourself craving more of it, more of him.

Your arms slide up to wrap around his neck, pulling his body closer to yours just as he pulls away from your lips. His chest heaves, his breaths puffing against your cheek as he looks down at you.

“You truly are beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning down to brush a kiss against your cheek. “Inside and out. Silvanus has blessed me, this day.”

You smile. “And hopefully for more days to come.”

Pressing a quick kiss to your lips, Halsin wraps his arms around your waist. “I would have you for as many days as you’d allow. Man or bear.”

You giggle at that. “Why not both?”

A deep laugh escapes the man before you and he spins you happily in the air before taking you both gently to the forest floor, the grass blessedly cool through your clothes as he comes to hover over you.

“You shall have me however you desire, my heart,” he says, before leaning down to kiss you once more.

You happily reciprocate, hands reaching up to thread through his hair. And as you lay amongst the grass beneath the setting sun…you couldn’t be happier you’d met a bear.

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Viper's snare

naga!Lloyd Hansen x female reader

summary: You doubted any of the people visiting Scaretale did it because of their anxiety. There was therapeutic exposition and then there was this mad stupidity to serve yourself on a platter for brutal monsters to consume.

warnings: naga!Lloyd; dark!Lloyd; monsterfucking, but no bestiality; heavy dub-con; bondage (of snake tail sorts); constriction; snake venom causing paralysis; oral (f receiving); two cocks; double penetration; cockwarming; unprotected sex; smidge of degradation; praise; symptoms of anxiety;

word count: 4.3k

Author’s Note: I thought I wouldn't write anything more hot and monstrous than Ari or Steve in the Scaretale universe, but Lloyd took me by complete surprise 😳I was not prepared for him. And you are definitely not prepared for him, either. Rip all our holes.

You paused right on the steps of the Scaretale. Breathe in. One, two, three, four. Hold it. One, two, three, four. Breathe out. One, two, three, four. Hold it. One, two, three, four.

Feeling a little bit anxious before entering a club full of various monsters was completely normal and understandable, you told yourself. You had no idea what exactly awaited, how many there would be, how big and scary.

It was a success you made it this far without cowering and running back home. But you were determined. Scared, but determined.

Or maybe you were just fed up with the constant disappointment and judgment you got from most human men. You didn’t want to generalize, your dad was good and understanding, but the guys you dated (so definitely your father didn’t count in that pool) let you down in that one, vulnerable aspect.

You would maybe get it, if you had some hardcore kinks they were too scared to fulfill. That wasn’t the case, however.

Honestly, you were pretty boring and average in that department. You liked missionary. You liked cockwarming; oh, did that count as kink? You didn’t think so. Prone bone was great, too.

Any position where the partner would crush you down.

If it was limited only to sex, maybe your exes would roll with it and never withdraw. The thing was, that need stretched beyond only sexual encounters.

Your therapist said that you had the mental brain part of anxiety reined in - you learned and used all the techniques, you bravely disconnected from using cognitive avoidance strategies, you understood your anxiety and even chilled out with the bitch. However, there was also the biochemical part of the brain responsible for that reaction.

It was that messy chemistry in your brain, which sometimes made your body shake and feel too tense. Being tightly held was the instant relief.

Which is why you loved your weighted blanket; why you slept wrapped in a duvet like a burrito; why you wanted your partners to hold you so tight they could suffocate you. That exact part appeared to be a burden worse to bear than if you asked them to slap you around. Because you didn’t just need a sweet cuddle. You wanted that hold to be really, really tight.

Despair, or maybe it was logical thinking, led you to the Scaretale. If human men couldn’t provide you what you needed, maybe a huge, muscly monster would. With the size and mass of some of them, perhaps their regular hug was the vice you needed to feel.

But it was still scary, entering the mysterious club. Would you find yourself disappointed, if only some gentle fae was interested in you? Then again, maybe they had better drugs, which would help instead of deadly cuddling.

The composition of softest sounds that greeted you upon entering, was a surprise. A combination of very hushed tones, melodic tinkling of glasses, an echo of Pan’s flute hanging in the air. It reminded you of the ambient music you often listened to.

The club was filled with dimmed, glowing light. Jewel tones on the walls, floor and ceiling felt like an expensive, cozy duvet. It would appear one of the most comforting of spaces, if not for the chill that crept beneath your skin. Usually you’d blame it on your anxiety, but there was something more to the sensation now. As if your instincts weren’t just exaggerating, instead awakening a very primal self-preservation mode.

The space felt safe, but what awaited you wasn’t.

Swallowing nervously, you wrapped your arms around yourself and looked around. A few curious gazes were taking in your form, but they weren’t the ones who tickled your survival instinct.

You’d still be wary around that charmingly smiling merman - who had his human form on, but you recognized his species by the pointy ears, a shimmer of delicate scales framing his cheekbones, and a necklace of seashells and amber. He had the looks of a handsome, sweet guy you’d meet-cute in a grocery store, or a library, but who’d sweep you into the depths of his secluded cave and devour you. Maybe even literally.

Though his gaze followed you as you stepped through the club, it wasn’t his attention that started that quivering in your fingers. To be honest, you were becoming really scared of finding out who caused that.

There was therapeutic exposition and then there was this mad stupidity to serve yourself on a platter for brutal monsters to consume.

Deciding it was the peak of your bravery, you promptly turned on your heel to run away from this place. But there was no door to exit through.

Or maybe they moved somewhere, because all you had in front of you was a round alcove lit up with drops of glowing light so unlike the rest of the lamps in the Scaretale. Not a soft yellow, but almost red. Like heating lamps.

There was no booth, or a sofa, or chairs, but pillows upon pillows upon pillows. On which rested a shimmering black coil of enormous reptilian tale.

Its very tip was easily the size of your forearm. As it stretched upwards the size of it thickened, surpassing the size of human hips. Where said hips should be, the curve of the snake’s tale gradually transformed into a male’s belly and chest. His abdominal muscles were so well defined; his biceps were thick and big, too, even as he had his arms lazily spread on the pile of pillows.

He was a naga, you realized.

While most naga were said to have green or gold coloring of their tails, this one had black. Though each scale seemed to have an iridescent effect, fascinating the gaze with a dark rainbow of colors catching light.

Your eyes slowly moved over his terrifying form. You were so damn scared of snakes!

It was that fear freezing you in place that held you captive. At least at first, before your eyes finally reached the monster’s face.

He was handsome. In a lethal kind of way. Mustache was never a feature you found attractive, but on him it looked good. Sinister, but good. Hair on the sides of his head were cropped short, but the middle part was a coif of silky dark strands.

Then there were his eyes. An opalescent kind of dark blue. With the black pupil in a reptilian vertical shape.

That pupil seemed to widen for a split of a second, before narrowing and your own gaze felt somehow caught by it. You were unable to move your gaze away. Time seemed to slow down, reality around you melted away. But it was still just a second. One that stretched into eternity as you stayed mesmerized by the naga, but which was enough for his ultra fast moves.

His tail snapped towards you, coiling around your legs and snatching you forward to him.

A scream left your lips, but no one in the club reacted.

He drew you into the alcove, weaving his thick tail around your body; including trapping your arms at your sides. You felt warmth seeping into your skin, relaxing and comforting your muscles. Was it from the heating lamps glowing above, or from his proximity, you weren’t sure.

“Please, let me go.” Your voice wavered on a hushed whisper.

“Shh.” He cooed, tightening his snare. “It’s okay, little mouse. I saw you trembling with fear and just wanted to help. Give you a reassuring hug, you see.”

His sympathy was a wicked mockery, but there was something more terrifying to it - the unexpected realization that his hold around your body was actually providing said reassurance.

You were scared of him, of how he could hurt you, but that shivering your brain tended to induce was subsiding faster than when you snuggled under your weighted blanket.

“Such a pretty thing.” He mused, tightening and releasing the muscles in his tail which gave you a sensation of it rubbing against your body. “What’s your name, Mousekin?”

You answered, looking up at him with teary eyes; pleading for him to release you. He didn’t seem to be interested in even acknowledging that issue. Holding you still in his crushing grip, he reached his hand to caress your cheek.

“Lovely. I’m Lloyd.” He introduced himself. “Seems to me like you’re a woman who enjoys a good cuddle.” As if to emphasize that, he squeezed you tighter, almost constricting your lungs for a brief moment. “Ain’t that just perfect that I enjoy it, too?”

His eyes sparked with dark mischief, his lips curving in a sinister smirk.

Your cuddling preferences and his weren’t on the same spectrum, far from it. Yet the strength with which he crushed your fragile body gave you that sense of safety and comfort, after which your body so often longed like a drug addict in withdrawal.

“I don’t-” you wanted to politely excuse yourself from the situation, because as much as your body liked the feeling of being held tightly, you knew it wasn’t safe for you to let it unfold further.

“Why don’t I help you relax more, huh?” Lloyd spoke, as if you didn’t utter a single word.

His hand, which stroked your cheek, moved to cup your chin. His grip tightened, rending your face immobile. With his thumb and forefinger he pressed on a particular spot in your jaw, forcing you to open your mouth.

With eyes widening in fear, you watched him lean closer. His lips parted and white, shiny teeth appeared. One of his teeth elongated and a drop of shiny, golden liquid gathered on its tip.

Some snakes were venomous. Was he going to kill you?

Lloyd pressed his lips to yours; not kissing you. Your mouth tingled where his touched it, but otherwise there was no sensation. Until that drop from his fang fell down onto your tongue. The substance coated your appendage with burning sweetness. That sensation spread rapidly, taking over your whole body from the inside.

He pulled back, with a grin observing as realization dawned on you. It wasn’t visible on your face alone, since all your muscles deliciously relaxed, but your beautiful, big eyes shone in fear.

His venom paralyzed you. Only the muscles which could get in his way, before he managed to break you into sweetly compliant. Some day in the future he won’t need to drug you to have you boneless and accepting of whatever he did to your body.

“There you go,�� he cooed, running his hands down your limp arms. “All soft and lax. And so warm from within, ain’t you, my cute Mousekin?”

You felt that burning effect of venom melt into heat that spread through each of your limbs, filling your abdomen with tingling warmth. Your pussy fluttered, wetting slightly as the neurotoxin messed with your brain.

“Let’s help you out of those unnecessary constrictions.” Lloyd hummed so sweetly, turning his actions into more sick and twisted as he started unbuttoning your flowery dress.

You wanted to protest, but your throat was able to produce only a tiny, barely audible whimper. Your tongue laid unmoving. You couldn’t move a single part of your body, though you felt it responding to Lloyd’s ministrations.

Your nipples hardened when he exposed your breasts and a gust of air grazed them. The way his eyes were greedily mapping out every inch of your body pooled more wetness between your thighs.

He eased the grip of his tail only enough to peel your dress away. Then the scales brushed against your naked skin, evoking a completely new sensation that zapped through your pliant body; straight to your clit.

“What a stunning, sweet Mousekin I have caught.” Lloyd sighed in not-entirely-fake admiration, as he took your naked form in.

“Let me take a good look all over.” Something darker flashed in his eyes and his tail coiled around you tighter. Then your body was being lifted off the floor.

Holding you in the air, Lloyd drew your body closer to his torso. His tail shifted, more of it winding around your upper body, while leaving your bottom half exposed. Your legs were limp, they parted so easily when he used his hands to grip below your knees and spread them wide.

“Ohh,” he licked his lips hungrily, “such a moist, tasty snack.”

He brought his mouth near your center, scenting along the juncture of your thigh first. Then his tongue flicked out; longer than human and forked at the end.

A cry wanted to rip out of your lungs, but stayed buried within, when Lloyd swiped his tongue between your folds. If not for the paralysis, your entire body would violently shake in response to the surge of pleasure.

When he flicked the tip of his tongue against your clit, you felt the jolt bring tears to your eyes. Most overwhelming, happy tears. Because his forked tongue teased both sides of your swollen pearl at once, providing a stimulation nothing else ever came close to.

Slick poured out of you in a thankful gush. Which Lloyd greeted with a chuckle, then smashed your brain into a pulp slithering his tongue into your dripping hole.

It was softer than any toy, or finger, but moved with a maddening wiggle.

Your pussy spasmed. Perhaps, it was for the best that your vocal cords were switched off for the moment, because the sounds you would make from that stimulation had to be inhuman.

“Delicious.” Lloyd licked his lips lewdly as he slowly lowered your body down.

Inwardly, you felt as if your body was twitching, edged with unbearable pleasure; though you were aware not a single finger of yours moved, still under the influence of his venom.

Holding your legs wide apart, Lloyd moved your pelvis back and forth against the thickest part of his tail. Right where you’d expect…

Air stuck in your lungs, a strangled sound bubbling out of your open mouth when you felt a defined hardness slipping between your folds. You haven’t seen his cock before when you looked over his body, but the shape of it pressing into your most intimate part was unmistakable.

There was just one thing not right about it.

Because you felt the thick, veiny length spreading your folds to rub against your clit, but also felt the same shape nudged between your buttocks.

“Ah!” Lloyd tutted, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand. “You’re not familiar with naga’s anatomy, Mousekin.”

He traced the outline of your lips with his fingertips. Your tongue could now move a tiny bit, only minimally, and it responded when his fingers slid into your mouth. Just a twitch. Lloyd tugged on it gently, drawing your tongue out to rest on your bottom lip. Saliva pooled down it, slowly dripping onto your chin, then lower still: onto your chest and Lloyd’s tail.

“We-” his warm breath puffed against your open mouth- “have-” his tongue flicked against yours- “two-” he rocked you against his hardness- “cocks.”

Your pupils widened. More drool dribbled out of your mouth as garbled sounds bounced against the roof of your mouth. That’s why he was so obscenely grinding you back and forth against him, so that your slick coated two dicks.

“Exciting, right?” Lloyd chuckled; his tail increased its constricting pressure on your body.

“Two cocks for your two, tight holes.”

Slowly, he pulled you down.

The strength in his tail was beyond what you could physically fight even if you had the full mobility of your body, so it held you down easily. Lloyd’s big hands dug into the soft meat of your thighs. His own muscles constricted as he rutted up into you, forcing his cocks into your holes.

Your pussy opened easier, though it was still a stretch considering his girth. Your rim resisted, but Lloyd was merciless. A choked cry vibrated in your throat when his dick breached in.

He didn’t pause once, continuing a firm stroke. Shamelessly, Lloyd groaned out loud his pleasure as he filled you. His sounds were nearly pornographic the deeper he went and the more your walls struggled.

When he bottomed out, he moaned, tilting his head back. Veins on his neck throbbed. As did the cocks inside of you.

“So good, Mousekin.” He praised, returning his gaze to you. “You’re so hot and tight around me. Just like we both like the most.”

His tail slithered around your torso, giving you a tighter squeeze. You hated how much your body enjoyed the constriction. You were overwhelmed with being impaled, stretched and filled; being taken against your consent; but you still felt comfort and safety in the way he was holding you.

“You’re a perfect cocksleeve,” Lloyd cupped your face with both hands and leaned in.

With your tongue poking out and muscles still mostly numbed, you couldn’t respond to his obscene kiss. But you felt your lips tingling and your tongue twitching as Lloyd’s forked one swiped against it, before plunging into your mouth.

When he withdrew, more of your saliva dropped down onto your torso. Where your breasts swell with arousal, heavy roundness resting atop the snake’s tail that weaved around your ribs.

Lloyd’s fingers danced down the column of your neck and lower. He smeared around trickles of your saliva, rubbed it into your stiffened nipples, then pinched. Your walls clenched in response.

“I’m going to get addicted to the way your walls hug me.” He groaned in delight. “Will have you cockwarming me for hours, mousekin. Keep you tied to me, so that your fragile, anxious body can fully relax and focus on being filled.”

You hated how right he was. For the past long minutes not once has your mind ignited with fear of being killed, or maimed, but all the focus was on basic primal sensations. How intense, but good it was to feel him deep inside of you. How lax and lazy your usually tense body was.

“Let’s use you whole, my little cocksleeve,” Lloyd hummed and his tail brushed against your naked skin as he stretched his coil further.

His tail moved up around you, weaving around your shoulders and the back of your head. Until the very tip tapped your cheek.

Then it slid right against your open mouth.

It was too wide to force itself into your mouth, but Lloyd stroked it back and forth over your tongue that was sticking out.

At the same time, his hands slid up your thighs. With his thumbs, he brushed your parted, swollen folds. Touched you where one of his cocks speared into your cunt. Then his thumbs pressed on both sides of your clit and your insides constricted.

Garbled sounds bubbled in your throat, gaining in vibration as venom slowly lost its power. Lloyd’s tail moved vigorously, in contrast to the unmoving cocks snug deep inside you. His thumbs rolled across your clit - left, then right, then left again. When he pinched your nub, your arousal peaked and snapped.

A long, faint whine reverberated against the tail resting across your tongue. Your pussy and ass squeezed tightly, making Lloyd groan.

“ ‘Atta girl,” he praised softly, still teasing your pulsing pearl with a featherlike touch, prolonging the aftershocks.

Tip of his tail eased down, dropping across your chest where it rested between your breasts. Your mouth was wet, saliva smeared all over your cheeks and chin. But you were finally able to move your tongue, drawing it back inside your mouth. You swallowed and then let out a ragged breath, your voice croaked.

You were still unable to move, though you could curl your toes and wiggle your fingers a bit. Then again, the naga’s tail was still firmly wrapped around you, holding you in place as he filled you.

Heart pounded in your chest. Not out of fear, but from the rush of orgasm and the growing hunger for another one.

Your body, the betraying bitch, liked how Lloyd made it relax.

Through heavy eyelids, you peeked at Lloyd. He eased his upper body back, resting against the pile of soft pillows. Arms once again thrown broadly to the sides, a nonchalant prick. With a smug smirk curving beneath his mustache, he watched your body straddling him. He enjoyed every fucking detail about the display - his black tail around you, slivers of your skin peeking between the coils, your breasts shiny with your drool, your thighs spread so wide that your pussy was fully exposed and he could see his cock disappear into your tight hole.

You stayed like that for long minutes: your body still fully at his mercy, slowly regaining the ability to move and speak. There was no further stimulation as Lloyd simply stared at you and basked in the way your walls enveloped him in your heat.

Cockwarming for hours, he said. It appeared he meant that literally.

A part of you melted into the idea. There was something comforting, completely void of anxiety, to be filled and held and not caring about anything else.

There was another part, too. A primal, needy part, as overactive as your anxiety-prone brain parts. It grew a little restless, itching to be brought to that edge again and promptly tipped over.

Dam it, you wanted another orgasm.

“P-please,” your voice was still weak, but you managed to whisper.

“What do you need, mousekin?” Lloyd asked, though the way his smirk broadened into a grin, he knew damn well what your body craved.

You wanted to blurt out that you needed him to let you go, that you wanted to go home. You came to the Scaretale with some not well thought through fantasies of finding a nice monster, who would hug you tight and could become a future partner. You weren’t prepared for the evil turn of events and being ensnared by a deviant naga.

Who hugged your body better than any weighted blanket, but breached any boundary and used you for his pleasure.

“Home-” you dared to beg, hoping to hear (even if he laughed first) that you would be allowed to return home after he was satisfied with your holes warming him.

“Aww, sunshine.” Lloyd cooed, resting his hands on your knees and giving a soothing squeeze. “We’ll go home soon enough.”

You jerked in his hold as a terrifying realization dawned on you. He would never let you back to your own place. He wanted to keep you. You shook your head as much as you could, which wasn’t much.

“You’ll like it, mousekin.” He continued. “It’s so warm. In a very sunny area. A classy stone finish, so that so many surfaces gather heat and are pleasant to rest on. And I own the lands around it, so it’s quiet and void of any unnecessary stimuli.”

He let out a dark chuckle, drawing his hands higher up your thighs.

“But you’ll get all the stimulation from me, mousekin.”

His tail gripped you tighter anew, making your breath hitch in your lungs as he constricted your ribs. He pulled you up slightly; his cocks dragging along your fluttering walls. Then he pushed you back down, bottoming out again.

He grinned as you mewled.

“That’s a good cocksleeve.” He gradually increased the pace. “Sheathing my cocks so perfectly. So warm and wet and fucking tight.”

“You’ll take my cum so well, too.” Lloyd’s voice turned raspy, his own need growing urgent as he fucked you harder. “You’ll love it, mousekin. It will feel so burning hot and tingling.”

“When I fuck you on our stone patio, you’ll be warmed by the sun and by my cum filling your belly.”

He laughed when your body responded with an unexpected orgasm. It was building from the friction and his dirty words, but the way it suddenly burst was a screaming surprise, which you couldn’t fight off.

One more orgasm rocked your body (which finally got to twitch and jerk in its full capacity; well, as much of it as the naga’s tail wrapped around you allowed), before Lloyd shamelessly shouted out his own release and spilled inside you.

He held you still as his cocks throbbed, pumping spurt after spurt of cum. Your gasp transformed into an almost pained moan as you felt that burning hot sensation fill your orifices. Just like he mentioned, his cum was hot and carried that tingling, almost numbing feature his venom had.

You didn’t feel any paralysis, even partial, taking over. Yet your body sagged in most pleasant comfort; like when after a long, exhausting day you got to take a hot shower and then snuggle under fresh, clean sheets.

Though this was more lewd and soiled.

Your breath was heavy. Every few seconds your lips parted on a short moan as you felt that pulsing heat flooding your belly.

The tail around you loosened its grip, slowly weaving down. He let go of you fully, resting the heavy, lower half of his body on the pillows below. Still, you didn’t move from where you were straddling his hips. You didn’t even attempt to.

Because it felt too fucking good, how completely boneless and brain-dead you were.

“Good girl, mousekin.” Lloyd praised as you braced your hands on his chest and leaned down to rest your cheek against his sternum.

You didn’t move your hips, keeping his cocks nestled in your pussy and ass.

“What a perfect, sweet cocksleeve,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around your back and simply holding your spent body to him. Tightly, just as you liked.

“Don’t worry,” he kissed the top of your head, “we’ll get rid of those anxious thoughts of your silly human life when they resurface. I’ll fuck it right out of you. Until you fully settle in your role as my heated sheath. My little cockwarmer.”

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Parádeisos

Miyeon X Male Reader

(Wrote this one based on the tale of Calypso in the Odyssey, bear with my obsession of mythologies)

People call Helen of Troy the face that launched a thousand ships.

That's because they have never seen Miyeon.

Not like you have any idea what Helen looks like. But if a hundred thousand people go to war for her, she must have been a pretty big deal. You would do the same thing for Miyeon. But there isn't anyone who will steal her to start a war or rather, no one can't. That's her problem.

As you stared at her amidst the lush grass under the shade of the trees, you couldn't help but admire how she looked so ethereal, almost inhuman. The way her hair fluttered in the breeze, the delicate fabric of her dress hugging her frame, her eyes that reflected the color of the summer sky. All seemed perfectly orchestrated to capture your attention like a snare and pulled you in deeper like a vortex.

She plucked a flower with her slender fingers and a faint smile crept across her face. You were glad because she rarely smiled, always foreboding with a mysterious expression with her brows furrowed. You wanted to help her except that when you tried to talk to her, she became silent. A few words here, a few words there. Never enough to make a conversation. At this point, you are certain she hated you.

As if to prove your point, she met your gaze with a scowl and tured her attention back towards another organism that wouldn't bother her unlike you. You sighed, shifting your body to turn towards the wide blue sea that seemed to stretch endlessly. The occasional waves rising and falling, sweeping away the white sand of the beach, glittering in the sunlight like diamonds. The crest of the hill surrounding the slopy geography of the island on either sides slithered down smoothly to encircle the beach at either sides.

It's an absolutely panoramic view and you could stare at it for hours. But that's what you had been doing for god knows how long. "Time flows differently here" Miyeon had said. For the love of god, you could have been stranded on this island for a millennia. Everyone in the outside world you know gone forever.

Considering, they even remember you exist. You have never been much of a social type. You were sitting in a corner at prom, sipping on coke when others danced around with their dates. That doesn't mean you are a nerd either. Sure, you studied and your grades weren't bad but not enough to be considered a geek.

You grew up, graduated with a major in Classics and through highs and lows became a professor at a relatively young age. Things were starting to look good when you got a call from a University in another city, telling you you have been chosen. You got on a plane a week later, headed to a new start. Nothing could go wrong, right?

Except that everything did. The first thing you remember is the way the plane suddenly jerked. Then came the sound of the air hostess on the intercom and the flashing emergency lights. You held on to your oxygen mask and prayed to whatever god is out there as the jet spiralled to a free fall. Your internal organs felt like they were on fire.

The sound of the aircraft colliding to a surface of water is the last thing on your mind before you passed out.

Dead would have been a luxury compared to the agonizing pain that accompanied your wake. The first thing on your mind, of course, I'm alive. Then you opened your eyes and started doubting.

The warm glow of the fire in the hearth and the crackling firewood sent a wave of relief over your psyche. You were lying in a bed so fluffy it could have been a cloud. Pulling down the sheets, you sat up.

The faint smell of a stew brewing greets your nostrils, churning your stomach. How long have you been out without food or water? You were clueless.

The rest of the room is circular, the walls solid rock. Countless little crystals the size of your fist glowing like fireflies were embedded in the ceiling, casting an eerie gloom over the cave, making the shadows dance. You have watched in a tv show that Heaven is where you stay in your happiest moments forever. This was not so far from it.

You have always imagined living in a little house by the ocean, free from the hustle of the outside world. Just reading a good book and basking under the sun everyday. Is that it? Have you achieved that?

Out of the corner of your eyes, a shadow slithered across the wall, making you jerk your head to the other side.

And god, you finally believed you are in Heaven. Because there was an angel.

Near the foot of your bed stood a girl. Her doe eyes slowly studying you like an interesting specimen. She blinked and her eyelids flattered gracefully. The smell of the stew got stronger and you realized she is holding a tray with a bowl in it, which, no doubt, contained the stew. She held it far enough not to stain her white column dress, which accentuated her curves in the most elegant way possible. Her long blonde hair was swept to one side of her shoulder, up to her collar bones. Her rosy lips unfolded.

"You are awake"

Just three words but melodic enough to pull you back into reality.

"Yeah...where am I?" You uttered, hoping the answer is Heaven.

"Ogygia" she mused.

"Ogygia? Like the one where Odysseus..?"

"Yes" she nodded.

"But it's not real" You protested.

"It is" she retorted with an expression like she was offended. "You are at the heart of it"

"So...that means you are...?"

"Enough questions" she snapped, placing a bow on a low stool that had somehow magically appeared.

"Have some. It will heal you" she said, though her tone didn't sound so enthusiastic. "I will check on you later" And just like that she walked out from an opening at the corner.

You might as well have been dreaming. You are in Ogygia? That's impossible. It doesn't really exist. Or does it?

The story from the Odyssey, an extremely long poem by Homer that you learned back in university rushed back to you. So basically, there's a hero name Odysseus and he went on quests and all. Then at some point, he got stranded on an island called Ogygia where he met a nymph named Calypso, who was punished by the gods for a reason(it will be too long to explain so let's just skip it) and damned to stay there forever. Immortal but unable to leave.

Calypso kept Odysseus on the island for seven years, trying to win his heart but he was either faithful to his wife or just in general hate nymphs. He rejected her everytime until he was finally able to leave the island.

A tragic tale. But that's all to it. It's a tale. If this island is Ogygia, does it mean the girl is Calypso? She doesn't look much like a nymph but god, she is beautiful. Maybe Odysseus was stupid enough to turn down such a beauty.

But that's a matter to deal with later. Currently, your stomach was growling like a wild beast and the smell of the stew is the only thing on your mind. You picked up the bowl and took a spoonful. A warm feeling spread through your core, easing the pain earlier. It tasted a bit like chicken but you couldn't be sure. You dug in, until the bowl left no evidence of the stew and your hunger was qenched.

Calypso or whoever the girl is didn't seem too happy with your arrival but you felt thankful. She took you in afterall, though you were not sure how you ended up here in the first place. You doubt you were worthy like Odysseus to be saved by the gods.

The stew seemed to be working its magic because you started to feel drowsy. Your eyelids felt weighted down by hundred pounds of iron. You set the bowl back on the stool and submerged yourself back in the warm embrace of the sheets.

You didn't know how long you slept but when you open your eyes again, the fire in the hearth had been put out and the crystals in the ceiling have sheathed their glow. A ray of sunlight poured through a hatch in the ceiling.

All your fatigue had been replaced by a new kind of energy. You felt like you could outrun a stallion. (Well, not literally) You got up and stretched. To your surprise, you were wearing the same clothes before your plane crashed. They looked no different from before, cleaner even.

Maybe the girl have washed them? A tinge of excitement ran through your spine. But it quickly disappeared when you remembered she didn't even seem to want to be near you, much less took off your clothes.

You walked through the opening through which the girl had went out before you fell asleep. It opened up into another part of the cave. This one much wider.

A small bed almost identical to the one you slept in lied on one side and a loom on the other. On its side laid stacks of fabrics of different textures and colors. So she's a weaver, you thought.

There was an opening at the end of the cave, giving way to an endless plane of green. You emerged, and the view left you breathless.

As far as your eyes could see, the ocean stretched all around the island. The cave was on a hill, which descended to another hill then to a beach of sparkling white sand.

The most intriguing of all, however, was the garden which stood atop a nearby hill. Filled with vegtation, orchards and endless variety of flowers you had never seen before, it looked like something straight out a fairytale.

You walked down the hill, breathing in the fresh breeze blowing from the sea. You were thinking things couldn't get any better when your eyes caught sight of a slice of heaven.

The girl was on the beach, laying on a blanket, her eyes closed. The two piece swimsuit woven of velvet hugged her body perfectly, outlining every trace of her curves. Her bosoms rised and fell with each breath she took, her flawless skin glowing luminously in the sunlight.

Did she weave that swimsuit herself? You would never know. But you are enjoying the view too much to care. Each breath of hers seemed to fuel your impulse just to walk to her, rip off that swimsuit and-

"Men are all the same"

The words snapped you out of your fantasies. She sat up and turned her head slowly to you, her brows creased.

"Stop staring" she snapped.

"Ehh....I wasn't..."

"Save it" she cut you off. "You slept like a baby"

Was that a compliment? You doubted it.

"Yeah..thanks for you know...saving me"

"I didn't have a choice" her expression turned gloomy. "Sometimes, I don't understand the gods"

"Eh...yes..." you muttered, suddenly remembering the question that has been on your mind. "So you are Calypso..?" you finally dropped it.

She scowled. "God...they still called me that" she picked up a seashell from the sand and twisted it in her fingers. "I grew tired of that name long ago"

"What should I call you then?"

"Miyeon" she answered, throwing the seashell away into the waves. "And you?"

"Gabriel" you answered. "Well, my friends call me Gabie though"

"Gabriel it is then" Miyeon said. A drop of sweat rolled down her temple and god you just wanted to-

"How do you know about me?" Miyeon asked again, crossing her legs smooth as silk.

"Someone named Homer wrote this really long poem and you are featured, you are pretty popular"

"Popular?" she scoffed. "Not for good reasons, I'm sure"

"You did keep Odysseus all to yourself for like seven years so-"

"Oh, shut up" her expression darkened on the mention of her old flame and you knew you had hit a sore spot. "That was like....three thousand years ago, I'm amazed people still talk about it"

"Well, actually I studied all about it"

Her eyebrows raised, like your words made no sense.

"You are a fool" she said. "And a pervert"

"What?"

She rolled her eyes. "Look, I know you have been staring at me, just because my eyes are closed doesn't mean I can't sense you"

"Can you blame me?" you asked, and now you did sound like a pervert.

She let out a chuckle. "You do have your way with words, Gabriel. However, I won't yield" She stood up, brushing off the sand from her thighs. "I guess you are stuck here with me, feel free to explore this dump. If you are hungry, there's something I made" She pointed to a wooden table in the garden. As she bent over to pick up her blanket, you were blessed with the sight of her toned ass.

"So, I can't leave....?" you asked.

"Well, you might...but it's never sure" she replied. "Enjoy doing nothing everyday"

As she walked back up the hill, your mind was left in a state of disbelief and awe.

So, your days on the island of Ogygia begun. And just like Miyeon said, you did almost nothing. Well, it's hard to do anything else except nothing when you were stranded on an island with no electricity or internet. If you were Miyeon, you would have died of boredom long ago even if you were immortal.

Your daily routine consisted primarily of naps and more naps. Whenever you went to your room in the cave to sleep, you never saw Miyeon in her bed. Even when it's nighttime. When you woke up in the morning, she's already in the garden or sometimes at the loom, weaving different dresses of every color. You had to admit her handiwork was impressive but you wondered what's the point of making such dresses if there's no one to show it off to. Well, there's you but it's highly unlikely.

You didn't need to worry about food. They were always on the table in the garden when you needed them. Or you could pluck a fruit from the orchard. Miyeon didn't mind.

You had gone around the island in circles. Mostly, it's hills, trees and grasses. There's a small forest at the east end but you didn't explore it just in case something dangerous lurk there. You have never been much of a fan of dark, secluded places anyway.

That left you with only one option. The beach. You would either sunbathe or just walk around idly, picking up seashells sometimes (which you threw away back into the sand later). The ocean is not bad either. The water is always the right temperature, not too hot or cold. But even swimming, one of your hobbies, become another another gruesome task to get the day by when you did it every single day.

The only silver lining is the ocassional views you get of Miyeon. When she was either sunbathing or swimming, you would sit in a shade and watched her like a film. Maybe she didn't know or she just didn't care because she never gave you a single glance.

Once, the wind blew strong, lifting her skirt up just enough for you to see her cheeks and you praised the gods.

But that's it. You just get to watch. Until now, you had never realized how internet porn is one of the greatest inventions made by humans. Jerking off to your thoughts all the time isn't really doing the job.Thankfully, you have an active imagination. Sometimes, you imagined Miyeon, riding you, sucking you off.

That lead you to wonder, does Miyeon have those urges too? Probably, seeing how she was head over heels for that Odysseus dude. So maybe, she did find a way to relieve them.

You didn't know if someone who have been imprisoned since the dawn of time knew how to masturbuate. Maybe you could teach her. If she didn't turn you into guinea pig first.

You try ticking a mark on a tree nearby with a gardening knife for each day that pass but it got hard when you sometimes fell asleep on the sand under the morning sun and woke up to be greeted by the same warm rays, feeling like you had been out for at least a week.

All this time, Miyeon and you barely interacted. You tried to start conversations, asking her if she needs help in the garden or trying to get her to teach you weaving. But of course, she simply shaked her head, not bothering to waste a word on you.

Apart from being in the middle of nowhere, you thought being ignored by the only person accompanying you is bad enough. Until the events of one night changed it all.

- × - × - ×-

The wind whistled in your ears. The pressure of the air so strong you felt like you are gonna be crashed flat. Darkness ruled every corner of your vision. You were falling, deeper and deeper into the eternal abyss. The growls of beasts echoed from the depths.

You thought you would never stop falling, until something sharp speared your chest.

You woke up with a start. You were sweating like crazy despite the breeze blowing through the hatch in the ceiling. The first dream you had had since you were here. Or rather, the first nightmare.

Feeling thirsty, you looked around for water but had no luck. Usually, Miyeon left a jug on the bedisde table but there wasn't one that night. So you got out of the bed, wiping away the sweat on your forehead.

You found your way out of the room from the glow casted by the crystals. As usual, Miyeon wasn't in bed. You looked around. No water here either. As if to mock you, an unfinished shawl in the loom depicted the shapes of blue waves.

You walked out of the cave, maybe there was some on the garden table. The night was quiet other than the chirps of cicadas. The full moon shone brilliantly on the canvas of the night sky.

Was the moon always full here? You couldn't remember. The distant sound of waves crashing and falling pierced the night.

You headed towards the garden, which beauty never ceased to amaze you. Certain types of flowers bloomed and glowed silver and gold along the path that lead straight across the place. Trees that don't exist in the outer world cast shadows across the shorter plants. It would always be a mystery how Miyeon managed to took care of all of them without fail. You were near the vineyard when you heard a faint sound from the center of the garden.

Beneath the willow tree in the heart of the garden sat a humanoid figure. Your heart skipped a beat. The fear that the nightmare earlier gave birth to still clouded your mind. You never believed such absurdities like ghosts exist but if Ogygia is real, what else could be?

Taking careful steps, you slowly approached to the source of the sound. The moonlight casted a faint glow and the scene in front of you unfolded clearly.

The person beneath the willow tree was no other than Miyeon. But a different version you have never seen before. She sat there, laying against the trunk of the old tree. Her whole body bare. Her legs spread out so obscenely yet so ethereal. The depths of her pink cavern being sown by her middle and ring fingers. She lets out a moan as equally melodic as a sonata with each thrust of fingers into her pussy. Her tits rock hard and heaving with each breath. Those doe eyes of hers that were filled with elegance were now rolled back with pure lust. Her fingers that brought life to her loom now became nothing but a mere tool for her pleasure.

As if under a spell, your gaze was rooted to the scene before you, your heart racing faster with each passing second. If someone came and make you and offer to trade immortality for this moment, you would have rejected it.

Miyeon's body started to shake violently, her toes curling and uncurling. The dripping juice from her pussy start forming a puddle on the grass. Finally, her body jerked, spraying her sweet nectar all over the green plane. She panted softly, sweat trickling down her temple, her blonde hair a messy nest.

That was when you knew you were fucked. Even if you tried to turn now, you would be in her range of sight. If you tried to hide, she could sense you. So you just stood there like a statue, not daring to breath.

Miyeon's eyes slowly opened then focused on you. An expression of pure awe formed on her face which quickly turned into one of disgust and fury.

"You!" she yelled, her voice still hoarse from the moaning earlier. "How long have you been here?"

"Don't get me wrong! I was just trying to-"

"You fucking pervert" she yelled, trying to cover up her assets with her hands. Her brows furrowed and If looks could kill, you would have been dead a thousand times.

"It was an accident, ok? I'm not trying to peek on you. I was justrying to get some water"

"That's your excuse!?" she shriek, her tone no longer mellow. "I should have left you to die on the beach if I have known you are a creep"

"Look, Miyeon. I swear I wasn't trying to-"

"Oh, then what's that?" she pointed below your waist.

You looked down and notice the bulge. Your cock so hard it feels like it's gonna pierce your trousers. You shouldn't have but you blushed.

"Look, I can explain"

"You don't need to explain, get out of here. Leave my island!"

"Wait but how-"

"Leave me alone!" she yelled so loud you thought the ground is going to crack open.

"Fine fine" you replied in a rush and walked out of the garden as swift as you could.

However, the scene you witnessed was embedded in your memory for as long as you live. The way the moonlight showered on her skin, the pure baloney of the hidden side of Miyeon that you never knew exist. The way she reacted was totally opposite from her graceful and tranquil manner. She looked like she was about to kill you and you believed she could.

The silver lining? You knew she did masturbuate now, which meaned she has sexual urges just like anyone. This would have made you hopeful but after what happened, it didn't seem to matter. She hated you now. If you were to wake up as a guinea pig the next day, it wouldn't be a surprise.

With a heavy burden on your mind, you sighed and headed back to the cave.

- × - × - ×-

Your train of thoughts were cut off by a melody that graced your ears. Miyeon was singing. You had heard her sweet voice many times but it never failed to grip your heart. It was just the perfect balance of harmony and rhythm. Most of the times, you don't understand a word she is singing. But you can swear you heard her sang Love Story by Taylor Swift once. You have no clue how she even knew the song.

Miyeon continued her song while she picked flowers of various colors from the garden. A tulip here, a lily there. And another one you don't know the name of. Regardless, her movement were as poised as ever, which brought back the memory of that night.

Since the day of the incident, Miyeon have not uttered a single word to you. She still made you food and occasionally weaved new clothes for you but whenever your gazes met, she would either avert her eyes or scowled.

As the time went on, the silence became unbearable. Sure, she didn't speak to you much before. But it wasn't total silence. Now, you felt like she had ignored your existence which she probably did. It's true that you had been staring but it wasn't intentional (though it was a nice surprise). She was too consumed with rage to hear you out. At least she didn't burn you or turn you into an animal.

You thought of attempting to clear the air between you but you are worried it would push her away even further. You sometimes felt homesick, wanting to return back into the human world. But no one could help you with that, not even Miyeon. According to the myth, the gods had saved Odysseus from this island by sending Hermes, the messenger god, asking Calypso(or Miyeon, whatever) to free him. But Miyeon isn't obsessed with you like she was with Odysseus to even keep you captive. So, there isn't a need to free you. Maybe you can try building a raft and sail away. But staying here seems better instead of dying of hunger and thirst in the middle of the ocean. This island was made by the gods themselves and it can't be escaped in an ordinary way.

You are not so happy with the idea that this island made its inhabitants immortal. What's the join of being immortal if all you do is sleep, eat and swim everyday? You are stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Miyeon's singing had stopped and now her gazes were back on yours. She scowled again but this time her eyes didn't waver. She beckon you with her hand to the cave. A jolt of excitement run through your body. Is she finally forgiving you? Or she's planning to kill you in the cave.

Nevertheless, you sat up and followed her across the hills, her shapely hips swaying with every step. You entered the cave after Miyeon and found her sitting on her bed. The expression in her eyes was unreadablele.

"Look" she spoke the first words in a long time. "Maybe I overreacted"

You wanted to say "Of course, you did" but you forgot about it. "Yeah, I'm sorry too" you apologized, though a part of you didn't want to.

"I was just...you know..." A faint blush appeared on her cheeks. "Trying to...eh..."

"I get it" you said. "That's a very normal thing, humans do it too"

"I know.." she said in a low tone. "But being seemed by someone else, it's embarrassing....and..." she paused and bit her lower lips.

"And?" you asked. You expected another word of resentment but what she said surprise you.

"Hot" she replied and looked down.

You can't believe your ears. She thinks being watched is hot? Her mask of innocence was starting to unravel slowly.

"Hot...?" you mused. "So you like me watching you?"

"In a way, yes" her fingers ran along the bedsheets. "You don't know how it feels to be alone for so long without anyone. Anyone who can satisfy my urges. I try to do it myself but I'm never satisfied. I need something else.....I need...."

'A cock' you thought. All these times, she had never been anything but a cockhungry slut. You shouldn't have been intimidated by her right from the start. Afterall, you are the only one who can give her what she needs.

"I know what you need" you said. "And I have it, don't I?"

Miyeon swallowed and nodded. You had never seen her so vulnerable it give you a sense of superiority. The tables have turned.

"Look, I'm desperate. I'm sorry for the way I acted. But I can't help thinking about your....cock. Since I saw that bulge, I have been in heat" As those filthy words left her mouth, her face turns so red it could have been a tomato. "So, you know, can you...?"

"Eh....I see..." you said with a hint of mockery. "I thought you think I'm a pervert"

"That was long ago!" she quickly retorted. She's that desperate, huh? "And I apologize for it, so if you can just give me...your cock..."

"It's not something that I can just give easily. I have my pride too, you know" That's bullshit. You were just as desperate as her. But you masked it better.

"Please, I will do anything" she begged again.

"Anything?" you started imagining scenarios.

"Yes"

"Like what?"

"I...I can suck you off..." she murmured quietly.

"What was that, Miyeon?"

"I will give you a blowjob" she said, much louder this time.

The corners of your mouth twitched into a wicked smile.

"Hmm, I don't know....is it really worth it?" you pushed her even farther.

"Please, I will make sure you are satisfied. You can cum wherever you want"

The idea of her perfect body covered in cum finally lead you to your decision.

"Alright but I will leave if you are not good"

"I promise!"

"Fine..."

"Please lay on the bed" she said, gesturing towards her bed.

You follow her orders, sinking into the feather bed. Miyeon slowly crawled up your legs until she reached your crotch area. She traced her fingers along your already bulging cock like it's something delicate.

"Finally..." she murmured dreamily as she slowly pulled down your pants and it sprung up to hit her in the nose.

"This smell..." she brushed her nose against the underside of your shaft. Then she pressed it to her cheeks, making her head look so much smaller. "So big..."

Finally, she started planting wet kisses along the side of your cock, sending a jolt to your spine each time. Those rosy lips of hers brushing against your unholiest place. After she pestered your shaft with kisses, she moved to the tip, where she trailed her tongue slowly across the sensitive slit then swirling her tongue.

"God, Miyeon, don't stop..." you tried not to sound desperate but it gets harder with each dance of her tongue.

She slowly started to take your tip into the warm embrace of her mouth, moving her head in a constant pace. Her fingers stroke from the base to her lips, then back again. The way her fingers move is just as masterful as the time she weaved, tracing every pulsing vein.

Her lips opened up to take more of your cock, half of it now being licked and gobbled in her warm cavern. Her pace increased, matching the rhythm of her fingers. The sound of spit squelching echo around the room. Each time your cock disappeared into her mouth, she would hum, sending vibrations across your shaft.

With each twirl and twist of her tongue, her pace increased even more. She had swallowed most of your cock now and her hands were on your thigh, holding on for support.

"Mmmphh" she mewled as your whole manhood disappeared into her mouth and her nose pressed right against your pelvis. She held you in her throat for a moment before she comes up for air, gagging and spilling spit. After a second of rest, she went down again, swallowing you like a vulture. Her blonde hair bobbed with each movement of her head. You realize her mouth does more than just sing. Her tongue is no less masterful as it traced along the underside and dance on your tip.

You fetl like your body is floating. The pleasure of her mouth made you yearn for it more and more. You didn't want this feeling of pure bliss to stop.

Her cheeks hollowed, sucking the life right out of you as her tongue greedily lapped up your precum. You were not a virgin and you had had your fair share of experience but the way her mouth worked is out of this world. (It literally is) She came up for air again, her chin dripping with her spit mixed with your precum.

"Ugh......so... juicy....." she panted s she looked at you with eyes full of ecstasy. And that look reminded you, you need her mouth back on your cock right now.

Without warning, you grabbed her hair and impale her mouth on your cock, stuffing her throat with your length. She struggled at first then calms down, as you hold her there, your fingers tangled in her locks. Her throat pulsed against your own pulsing cock, squeezing your tip.

"You don't stop unless I tell you to, ok?" you demanded.

She nodded furiously, feeling the lack of air as your cock blocks all her pathways of oxygen. You jerked her head up from her hair, look at her ruined face, then pressed it onto your cock again. You repeated the motion rapidly, using her like a fleshlight.

As he throat constricted around your mamba, you started feeling the familiar sensation of the finale approaching to this act. There's so many ways to fill Miyeon up or paint her. Then an idea came to your mind.

You stop thrusting Miyeon's mouth on your cock and let go of her hair. Her head tilted ninety degrees, gagging loudly then coughing.

"Miyeon. lay on the bed sideways but hang your head off the sides" you ordered as you get off the bed and Miyeon complied, shifting her position so that her head now hanged loosely from the side of the bed.

"Good slut" you praised as you take your position in front of her, gripping her throat and shoving your dick all the way in. Your balls slapped her nose and her eyes widened but then relaxed. You started thrusting your cock into her wet vulgar hole, admiring how her thraot bulged from the foreign object entering it.

Miyeon let you use her hole without complaint, lying there still as you get closer to nirvana with each thrust. You pulled your cock out all the way then back in with so much force, Miyeon's body jerked.

"Miyeon. I'm gonna..."

Your flood gates broke open. You shoot load after load of thick cum into Miyeon's throat, which she gulped down eagerly. But it must have been too much, because she started to cough, which is hard to do with a cock in her throat. She could drown in your cum, she asked for it. You kept thrusting until you finally came down from your euphoric high.

You pulled out your cock and the mixture of spit and cum flowed down from her mouth to every part of her angelic face. She murmurs in a ragged voice. "Thanks..."

"You are welcome" you said, admiring the beauitful mess, which is Miyeon. Her chest heaving and her mouth gaped open like a fish. Her face covered in spit.

She started to get up from her position, her hands pressed against the bed for support, but you had other ideas. As she was just getting off the bed, you pushed her head back down into the mattress, her lower body dangling from the side of the bed.

You pushed her head deeper into the mattress muffling her scream. With the other hand, you pulled up her white dress from the hem, exposing her round ass.

"Gosh, you are already so wet"

You saidbas you collected the juice within her folds with your middle finger and shoved it into her asshole, which clenched it down in a vice grip. You pull your finger free from her grasp then shoved it into her ass again.

As you finger her asshole, her pussy dripped even more, flowing steadily down to her bedsheet, staning it with her juice.

"Are you turning on from getting your ass fingered?" you asked. She replied in something that sounded like "Mmmf....umff".

"You must be desperate, huh? How long has it been since these holes are filled?"

You pull out your finger and slaped er ass, making her cheeks jiggle. You groped her ass some more, before you shove two fingers into her wet folds, extracting another inaudible sound from Miyeon.

You started pumping your fingers, gliding them in and out of her cavern. It clenchednon you tight like it's worried your fingers will stop thrusting. But she didn't need to worry because you were not going to leave the wet goodness of her hole anytime soon.

Miyeon let out more muffled moans and her body writhed like she was being tasered. But that's not so far from the truth because your fingers are sending shockwave after shockwave of pleasure through her.

With your free hand, you slapped her ass again, the way it wriggle almost hypnotic. The white backdrop of her skin marked with your handprints. You brought your palm down again and again, until her ass becomes nothing but a crimson plane.

"Look how much you are dripping. Do you like being spanked that much? No wonder Odysseus ignored you. You are such a whore"

Miyeon is no longer protesting, not even muffled sounds escaped her mouth anymore. She just lays there, face down ass up and let you toy with her body. The movement of your fingers became swifter, spraying juice each time they collide with Miyeon's depths.

Her pussy squelched happily each time your fingers enter, as if showing its gratitude. And it should. Miyeon had called you a pervert twice. Maybe she's right. But that pervert is the only one who can save her from her eternal damnation of the denial of pleasure. She should be thankful.Her legs started to quiver and you realized she was close. But you wouldn't be too hasty in giving her release.

You stopped, pulling out your fingers. You pulled up Miyeon's head and turned it a 180 degree, looking down at her eyes, far gone.

"Why..why do you..?"

Her protested are quickly cut out by your tongue which entered her mouth, swirling and tasting every inch of her another hole, which you just filled up with your cum a while ago. But you didn't care. Her lips feel velvety, just like all those fabrics she weaves. The tenderness of it got you asking for more. Miyeon returns the action by wrapping her own tongue around yours. It took two to tango after all.

Your other hand reached for her clothed boobs, pushing out from the textile of her dress. Miyeon's bosom is not one you can call big but they are not tiny either. It's just perfect enough for you to grope and pinch her nipples, already rock hard from the stimulation.

You pulled back, a trail of saliva glistening between her lips and yours. She looked at you with those needy eyes of hers, begging you to give her the release she desperately needs.

"Please...I....I need to cum..." she mummuredm She looked so pathetic you almost felt sorry. But after the treatment she had given you all those time, why should you be?

"Look at you, begging to me" you mocked. "Miyeon, you are nothing but a cockhungry whore, admit it"

Her face flared up. Then she tried to hide it and fails.

"I'm not a whore....I just need..."

"If you keep lying to yourself, you will never get the reward you seek from me"

"But I'm not a whore..."

You chuckled. "Aren't you the one who asked me for my cock? Beg me to taste it. Hell, you have been a whore since the beginning of time, falling for every man who ends up here"

Her expression turned confused, like she's debating with herself on your words. Finally, she spoke again.

"I.....I'm not falling for you. I don't even like you"

Oh, now she wanted to play it rough.

"Is that so? Then I guess you don't need me"

You turned to leave, which is all a trap to lure Miyeon to your dungeon of lust. And she fell right into it.

"Wait!" she called. "Don't leave"

You turn your head and raised an eyebrow. She was sitting on the bed now, her fingers fidgeting nervously.

"I....I will say what you want me to, so please don't leave"

"And what will you say?"

"I...I'm a....whore" Her voice reduced to a whisper at the last word. She looked own, her face burning with shame.

"I can't quite hear you from here"

"I'm a...whore" she said again, a bit louder than the last time. But you were not satisfied.

"Still can't hear you"

"I'm a whore!" she shrieked much to your surprise. "I need your cock so please use me"

You had done something that no one had ever achieved. You had ripped Miyeon of whatever remnanta she left of her pride, dginity and grace she had feigned all this time. Now she's no different from a typical whore who will let you use her for money. In Miyeon's case, she didn't need money. She needed your cock.

"That's more like it, no need to be shy" You walked up to her and hold her chin between your thumb and index fingers, admiring the angleic features of her face, from her aquiline nose to her sharp chin. A drop of cum from earlier still hanged on one of her eyebrows.

"Show me that ass" you ordered and she doesn't complain, getting on all fours and raising her ass for your eyes, her dress becoming nothing but an added luxury for you to feast on.

You got behind her and hiked up her dress to her waist, giving you full access to her ass. You dug a finger into her pussy, retractedband licked her juice off it. Maybe it's a nymph thing or you are just overwhelmed with desire but it's the sweetest thing you have ever tasted.

"Please, I need your cock inside me" Miyeon whined again, no longer hiding her desperation.

"Patience, slut" That came out so lame you promise yourself not to say that ever again.

You lined up the tip of your cock to her pussy, which was already convulsing with anticipation. In the beginning, you just pushed in your tip, testing the waters. Her pussy was wet enough you don't need to put any extra effort. You don't know if she is a virgin with the way her walls hugged you and gripped you like they are familiar with the alien object entering it but that's a question for another time. For now, you only have a single task to complete, filling her up.

"More..." Miyeon pleaded. That breathy voice of her with a hint of melancholy is what ignited the flame inside you.

With no further words, you pushed you whole length into her opening and she letbout a guttural moan. The way her walls swallowed your manhood leaves you struggling not to make a sound.

"Fuck, Miyeon, you are so tight..."

"Yes, fuck my tight pussy, I need your cock pounding me"

With each vulgar word that left her mouth, Miyeon push her hips back, trying to fuck herself on your cock. But you were going to be the one in charge. You held her tiny waist, stopping her from going further.

"I'm gonna fuck you, not the opposite, remember?"

"Yes..yes, sorry. I just need it...Hhng!"

Her apology was cut short when you start bucking your hips slowly, getting your cock accustomed to her wet cavern. Each thrust left you feeling breathless, the friction against her slick walls like no other feeling you have experienced. At this moment, you feel like you are the luckiest (and only) person on Ogygia.

Miyeon's moans grew louder with each pump of your cock, occassionally begging you for more. But she didn't need to because you are going to give her your all, satisfying the needs of her pussy that haven't been fucked properly for eternity.

So you picked up the tempo, waves rippling across her ass each time you thrusted into her. If her pussy was wet before, now it's a river, juice flying everywhere with each thrust you gave her. And she tool it like a champ. You think you eere going fast enough but she kept begging for more, to ruin her, to pound her into oblivion.

And who are you not to comply when you were held captive in the most heavenly place of the most beautiful woman(or nymph, whatever) you have ever seen. You channeledbevery single ounce of energy into pounding Miyeon's pussy and the effort started heating your body up, your hair slick with sweat.

Miyeon's not so different. Her dress is sticking to her skin with her own bodily fluid while she closed her eyes, drinking up the ecstasy only your cock could give her.

You wrapped your arm around her waist and pulled her back against your chest, tracing your tongue across her ear while the rhythm of your cock remained unwavering. She tilted her neck to one side, beckoning you to taste her even more and you obliged, licking across her jaw up to her temple.

"Mhmm....yes, just like that....god, don't stop.."

You helpee her pull off her dress completely to have full access to her goddess like body. You cup your hands on her boobs, which are so soft they can melt from your touch. You squeezed and kneaded, adding a side dish of pleasure to the main course of your cock against her pussy.

You let a hand travel down between her legs and there you attacked her weak spot, rubbing her clit. Miyeon's eyes widened at your ambush and her body start to shake violently. You pinched her nipple and she lets out the most euphonius of squirms, which graced your ears like a melody. Miyeon was so overcome with pleasure, she no longer seem to be aware of her own actions. She bucked her hips back each time you pull back your cock, wanting to be filled up at every millisecond. Her milky white was now glistening from all the sweat dripping down from the heat of the moment.

The deadly combination of your fingers and cock finally let her to her orgasm. She moaned at the top of her lungs, juice spilling out of her holes like a dam breaking open. Through her high, you keep fucking her, bringing you closer and closer to your own climax.

"Yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me"

Miyeon cries as your cock kept burying into her to the hilt and back even after she had cummed. Her body twitched and writhed with each thrust her now sensitive pussy took. You were not so far from following Miyeon, the clench of her walls driving you to the finish line until...

"God, yes, fill me up. Cum inside me. Fill your slut with cum"

Miyeon screams as you finally deposited your load into her cunt, sending shots after shots of thick white liquid into her. Your hips bucked wildy, filling her up with each movement. The bliss that you felt is phenomenal, out of this world. Arcs of pleasure coursed through your veins like electricity. You finally come to a halt, panting. You slapped her ass one last time and pull out.

"Oh, god....." Miyeon panted as she lays there on the bed like a broken doll, her face that of pure satisfaction. Her pussy leaked a steady stream of your cum down to her sheets, which were already filthy enough with her spit and juice. But that's what she wanted. She's a slut afterall.

"You are welcome" you said as your body suddenly grew tired from the intense session you went through. You sat down at the foot of the bed, closing your eyes, steadying your breathing. Your mind was still in a state of bliss, imagining what to do with Miyeon next after you recharged again. But for now, you needed rest and you were too tired to walk back to your own bedroom. So, you rested your back against the bed, dozing off.

- × - × - ×-

"Mister?" a female voice rings in your ears.

You open your eyes, an air hostess is looking at you like a pest, unwanted.

"What..what?" you mutter drowsily.

Her eyes glitter with amusement when you yawn.

"We have landed, we have been trying to wake you for fifteen minutes. We thought something happened to you. We have even called the medics"

"Fifteen minutes?" you looked around the empty aircraft, deprived of passengers.

"And you were mummuring some words like... Ogygia and Calypso?"

Your face flushed and look down at the book on your lap, half opened. "The Odyssey" said the cover. "Odysseus and the island of Ogygia" said the title of the chapter on the right page.

It was all a dream. A product of your arousal and obsession. It felt so real, however, you start thinking maybe you really have been to Ogygia and Miyeon have somehow returned you back here.

But that's a fantasy. Just like the photos of Miyeon that filled your gallery, your obsession. Despite the madness, you grin and the air hostess stares at you, her mouth gape open.

"Sorry" you apologize, stading up. Your phone chimes and you look down, only to be greeted by your wallpaper of Miyeon, your own version of Calypso.

This is going to be a long day.

-x-x-x-

(Wrote this a bit longer than I intended to. Thanks for reading as always~)

#miyeon smut #kpop smut #gidle smut #girl group smut #male reader

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Deep Water

nix! König x fem! reader

content/warnings: 18+. minors do not interact. no.. intentional harm done to reader but there are sporadic mentions of murder (drowning), König is kind of a creep here do you guys forgive me (say yes), implied sex; dubcon everything. König is wearing a fishing net rather than the usual hood because. it made sense to me sorry.

notes: yet again, i have found that i can not manage to write anything except for silly fantasy nonsense… bear with me this will pass (it will not). if you’re uncertain of what a nix is, i recommend skimming over this (or tl;dr— a shapeshifting water spirit).

You’ve always been told to beware of the river, especially on nights like this. When the singing starts up you were to run, as far and as fast as your feet could carry you. It would be the most beautiful sound you had ever heard, as well as the last. Whatever beast lies in wait along the silt of the riverbed luring people in with its haunting song isn’t kind. The drowned bodies resurfacing bloated and paled are enough for the townsfolk to assume that assuredly, a monster lies in wait someplace within the glassy water.

For all of the fear, town myths were just that— myths.

As always, there’s no singing when you seat yourself on smooth, mossy stones by the river’s bank. The moon hangs low, casting its brilliant reflection on calm, dark water. The air is alive with the buzzing of cicadas clinging to the trees at your back and night birds calling out to the wind. Nothing is amiss; it’s only peaceful, and that’s why despite the warnings, you often find yourself here when the temperature is favorable.

There are nights when the river isn’t calm, and currents are the most reliable reasoning for the deaths from past summers. The water is full of large rocks with sharp corners, teeming with plants that could so easily snare an ankle, and when the water is frothing and cruel it’s no surprise that one could be thrashed to unconsciousness if they weren’t careful.

You didn’t come here to take your chances on swimming, anyhow.

If anything, it’s a mere reprieve from the bustle of the town. No one wanders here any more since the myths gained traction, passed from mouth to listening ears time and time again, leaving this place entirely untouched. Occasionally the obnoxious teenager would cross your path on the walk here, declaring loudly to their friends about how they supposedly saw some slimy beast, eyes like moonbeams and scales like razors lying on the bank.

During your little adventures here, you often carry a snack with you, but not for yourself. Tonight, it’s just a small package of vanilla flavored cookies. In truth, they were awful— dry and near flavorless, but you suspect your friend here wouldn’t mind too terribly much, and if it got them out of your pantry without wasting it was a win for the both of you.

When the large dorsal fin crests over the water mere meters from the bank, you gratuitously crush the treats in a closed fist and toss the crumbs into the water. Time and time again, you’ve fed the large animal, watching as it thrashes about just below the surface before disappearing back into its depths. You’ve never gotten a good look at it, either, but you imagine it must stretch out past your height or further; some sort of gar or sturgeon.

Just as many times before, it glides further in, fin entirely out of sight now. The only evidence of it ever appearing at all were the small waves rippling in its wake. All is quieted once more as you embrace the placid bliss, readying your small flashlight and losing yourself into the book perched in your lap.

The next night, you’re greeted by a large snake basking over the rock you typically sat upon. It lies still, coiled into itself as it regards you, forked tongue flicking out for several moments before it simply slithers off, hiding itself away beneath the moss and stone.

“Best to leave you alone, huh?,” you ask to it’s retreating tail, feeling a bit silly for speaking to the reptile at all. It doesn’t respond, of course, nor does it bother to come out of hiding either.

You opt to seat yourself on the hill overlooking the water instead.

You find that after a day occupied by tedious tasks, there truly was no greater place to abandon your woes than here. Everything was peaceful; wild yet simplistic. Even with all of the death that seemed to haunt this place, you never feared the thought of ghosts. You’ve even entertained your imagination a time or two, that if you ever did meet one, you would only ask it not to disturb the wildlife you have grown so fond.

There’s a freedom and a mystery to places like this, places without the foot traffic of other people. It brings with it a sense of whimsy, especially when you glance towards the water and see the surface reflecting every twinkling star above.

The fish doesn’t appear, even as you listen to the water in wait, your head tilted as you lie back on soft grass to watch for ripples, for the swell of a large fin moving beneath. Nothing. You read your book as the night progresses, nearly completing it entirely before you make your way back home.

Weeks pass by like this— work, river, home and repeat. Occasionally it’s the same large snake that greets you when you wander there, more often it’s the large fish circling about waiting for crumbs of whatever treat you choose to bring. The bank and the small hill overlooking it have become a separate home to you, one where you can be away with the fairies, talking to your animal friends that never seem to stick around for long.

When the weather grows warmer, you even dare to take a swim.

You’re stood on the slick stones of the bank, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of underwear. It’s not proper swimming attire, but you reason that you’re not at the beach, not a soul is around, and it doesn’t really matter at all that you might look a bit silly. The prospect of swimming along that behemoth below is a tad terrifying, but you wouldn’t dare to wander too far in. Maybe the fish would even be intelligent enough to not attempt to eat you after you’ve been so kind to it.

It’s hot, and with a sticky layer of sweat glossing your skin, your worries seem minuscule in light of an easy way of cooling off. You toe at the calm water for a moment, testing its temperature before willing yourself to take a step forward, then another before you seat yourself in the vibrant expanse of darkened blue. Here, you realize, is the best place to stargaze, too; they shimmer all around you, within reach as you tap at the surface of water, watching it undulate beneath the pressure of your fingertips.

You could reach the moon, too, if you swam further out. A few meters from the bank and you would be directly beneath its reflection, bathed in that ethereal glow.

You watch for your friend for a time, trying to prioritize your wariness over your whimsy. When the fish doesn’t tread by you, the water remaining calm, you rise to your feet and take slow, metered steps as the water parts and flows against your shins.

Though the river is disturbed no matter how gently you stride forward, nothing slides out from its depths in pursuit of you. Nothing happens at all when you reach out to splay your hand out against the reflection, the water now gently lapping against your stomach rather than your legs.

You hadn’t expected any sort of shift in your reality, that would be ridiculous, but perhaps some sort of clarity; a further calm for a weary mind. It doesn’t come, and with a disheartened splash you wade your way back towards the shore.

This has been your sanctuary for some time. Excusing the snake, there’s not been any sort of threat to you, not here. A safe water world all your own. Though, that peace is shattered the moment that you make it to the bank and hear the water shift some small distance behind you. Turning your head, you’re met with the sight of a man, the bulky muscular silhouette towering in the patch of moonlight you had just stood in. Bright blue eyes catch the light, reflecting like an animal’s as you scramble back to where you’ve left your shorts.

He stands there, silent and unmoving like an obelisk even as you hastily dress yourself with a thundering heart and breaths that sound more or less like gasps, senses heightened by your panic as you turn tail to run.

No one had been there. You were sure of it when you sunk into the water. There was no sound when this person had swam over to take your place. He was just there, as if he had been the entire time and you somehow failed to notice.

You make your way into the woods framing this place, hurried steps and untied shoelaces. You don’t even bother with your flashlight.

Finding your way back home with aches in every muscle, the desperate rampage you had taken to get away finally coming to a close when the door slams shut behind you, you quickly shower and mull over what’s just happened. A ghost, perhaps. It had to of been. Any other person would have made noise in their approach, especially being that big. The mind could play its tricks; what you had seen was likely not even there at all— a terrifying figment of your imagination. That sets you at ease, somewhat, but not enough.

You don’t sleep well that night, tucked beneath your blanket and staring at the filtered moonlight through your curtains. Work isn’t on your mind at all come morning until your phone chimes with a notification from your manager, questioning your tardiness. A languid crawl out of bed follows, another shower, an unsatisfying breakfast, all before you opt to send a text back to let him know you won’t be in today.

It could be excused, you’re reliable and decent enough at the job; not one to boast, but far more eager to please than the rest of your coworkers. You would be entirely useless if you went in on no sleep, you reason.

You don’t want to go back there, not under the veil of night, but you find yourself horribly curious the longer that you bide your time indoors. You had to know if the thing that you saw was really there, had to calm your nerves. What if he had always been watching each time, and you simply hadn’t noticed? The forest bordering the river is terribly dark at night, anyone could crouch behind the shield of a tree and remain undetected until they willed the courage to drag you in, cup a palm over your mouth to silence your cries.

Maybe it was the monster the people in town rumored about.

The thought of some strange, silent thing living beneath the water waiting for an opportune moment to take you by the neck and drag you down to the silty floor to watch you drown horrified you. Yet, that’s the one conclusion that sticks. Those eyes… so lurid and haunting, no human being had eyes like that.

You inhale sharply, steeling your nerves as reach for a pocket knife for defense, toss it into the bag slung over your shoulder, and storm out the door.

The trek there is nothing short of dull.

No matter where you look, what shadows rise up beneath the dim glow of a falling sun, there’s nothing out in the woods. The river is equally tame. The water babbles over rock, cicadas buzz off in the distance, and not a thing seems amiss. Your search for footprints that don’t belong to the soles of your shoes turns up empty. The only thing that suggests just maybe it wasn’t all in your head is the book you had neglected to retrieve in your fear the night before.

The cover, every page within, now warped as though it had been pulled into the water and spit out to dry. You pick it up, peeling through damp pages, running your fingertips over the smeared ink. It’s possible that a particularly aggressive splash could have sullied it, but something tells you that that isn’t the case. Either way, it’s unreadable now. You sulk a bit as you slip the ruined thing into your bag and step towards the smooth stones to watch the water instead.

Night creeps in slowly with you there, and you’re on high alert for a time before you begin to relax as usual. Even giggle to yourself at how silly it was you believed you saw a ghost at all as you entertain yourself by skipping small stones across the water.

No large snake, no massive fish, no titan of a man appears before you, only a calming crescent moon and a few wandering wood ducks, gliding down from the bank to splash about. A thought comes to mind as the calm emboldens you: what would happen if you got in just one more time?

There’s nothing to suggest that you’re playing with fire as you leave your shoes neatly in the dry sand. If the ducks could swim unbothered by fish or men, then surely you could, too. You watch the little creatures a distance away as they dip their heads beneath the surface and chitter away amongst themselves while you take your first step in.

You don’t dare to go as far this time, stopping when the water brushes over your knees. You wait there while time seems to slow to a crawl, expecting the absolute worst, glancing further down the river, dipping your hand below the glassy surface until your fingertips brush the sand beneath.

It’s horribly hot and you’re still exhausted from the sleepless night before. The water feels nice, and you feel as though you have some sort of claim to it as you’ve been here more often than anyone else would dare to. Ghosts and monsters be damned, you seat yourself and let the water lap over your shoulders, tilting your head back to watch the stars.

When the singing begins it takes a moment to register just what it is that you’re hearing. It’s not beautiful, not like the myths have said. It’s hissed, a low whisper, a mockery of what a human song would sound like. The voice is rasped, lilted yet cold. The realization that it sings words from your book of poetry is what terrifies you the most, the warped pages all making sense now.

Your eyes dart to either side of you, forward, before realizing the voice is coming from behind you. Cold spreads through your veins as you try to force yourself to stand, but in your fear you find yourself petrified, rooted in water that would surely become your grave.

You can’t bring yourself to turn around, to inevitably find your eyes locked onto the shadowy frame of a man far too large, his eyes glistening and pale like the moon hanging above.

The voice pauses when it finds you unmoving, and you can hear the rustle of the creature shifting its weight where it’s stood on the rocks lining the bank. You’ve no clue how deep the river gets, where the opposite side leads, but your only chance of escape seems to be swimming through in the hopes that this thing doesn’t choose to chase after you. A part of you knows that he would, that that is exactly what he expects you to do, goading you to flee deeper with his eerie song so that he can drown you just as he did the others.

You do the opposite as you squeeze your eyes shut and crawl back towards the bank, making sure to keep some distance despite your willful blindness. You wouldn’t look at it, wouldn’t talk to it, you would just go home and never come back.

“Best to leave you alone, hm?”

You still as your fingers brush against wet moss, the voice no longer a whisper but loud, loud as it echoes your words from days past just above you. Beating back your own curiosity proves futile, because you look up at the damned thing then, expecting to see an impossible terror before you, sharp fangs wet with blood and appendages too spindly reaching out for you. Instead, you see only a man.

He’s crouched, only a meter or so away, and you immediately recognize his broad figure. The same as the night before. From this distance you can make out the finer details, the length of net covering his face and neck, the webbing between each finger. Still a scary sight, but only in the way it’s unfamiliar and imposing rather than instilling any sort of primordial fear.

“Excuse me?” You pull yourself fully out of the water, rising to your feet and taking a tentative step back. You’re prepared to run, a coil pulled too tight on the verge of snapping.

The man, creature, whatever he may be just tilts his head, lets the silence hang in the air for a moment before he has the audacity to laugh whether to himself or at the strange, bewildered expression on your face.

His stare is assessing as he sucks in a breath, follows suit in rising to his full height. From the size of him alone, you know you’re not getting away. A mere stride for him would be two or more for you, a deliberate tug of your wrist from him could snap it in an instant.

Yet, he doesn’t reach for you, only gestures toward your bag lying on the ground with a subtle flick of a finger. You give him a quizzical glance in turn, not bothering to retrieve it. You could come back during the day with a friend, gather it and never return. Only, your knife sits somewhere inside, the only protection that you’ve got. The realization spurs you to bend over and toss the strap over your shoulder.

“I’ll… I’ll be going now.”

The stare remains fixed upon you as you take another step back, blinking slowly every now and then as you both remain in some strange stasis.

It takes you a moment to put the pieces together. The reciting of words from the book, the mimicking of the words spoken to the snake, the hint at your bag… he’s expecting something and it’s not to steal away your life, only to be fed and have your company. It’s not charming, it’s awfully strange and eerie, but you find yourself giggling at the prospect of taming some murderous, shapeshifting monster with subpar treats and poetry.

You pull open the bag, searching for anything you may have brought along that he could eat, eventually prying out a small package and offering it out to him.

“Is this what you want?,” you ask, voice hushed and trembling.

He shakes his head, rustling the net cloaking him in the process. So, he understands, he’s just been willfully ignoring every other thing you’ve said prior. You store the package away with a perturbed expression crossing over your face.

“Then what?”

Any relief you had felt seems to dwindle when the giant takes a half-step closer. His skin is cool and wet as the river as he brushes his hand over your forearm, curling a set of fingers around it. The touch is gentle, but there’s a promise of violence lurking somewhere in the depths of his eyes.

“Come with me,” he urges in that harsh whisper from before, delicately squeezing as he pulls you towards him, leading you back to the river with a tight grip and a step back over the stones. Though his touch is passive, there’s a frightening strength lurking someplace beneath his flesh, tacked to bone, and as your gaze trails lower to rest to rest at your feet, the space between you two, the evidence of a life prone to violence and strength is laid bare before you.

You don’t fight the hold as he leads you to water so deep it caresses the base of your neck, right below the milky glow of a waning moon. Deeper still, as you’re pulled below, pressed down to the very bottom with his body lain over you. You can only hold your breath so long before an involuntary gasp leaves you, and a wave is funneled straight into your lungs.

Panic is fleeting, but the adrenaline stays ever-present. You claw, push, kick, to no avail. Pinned down by a hand weighing like an anchor you feel your vision flooding and hazy as his head knocks against your jaw, mouth sealing tightly over yours. It’s not a gentle kiss, the net fashioned into a hood digs into your skin, teeth scrape over your lip until you feel the sting of blood drawn.

All at once, your vision darkens and it’s over.

You find yourself lying back on the shore as the morning sun warms your face, causes your dampened shirt to cling to your skin. Disoriented, but alive, brushing your thumb over your lower lip as you sit up to stare at the subtle waves lapping over moss and rock.

Just a dream, you tell yourself, knowing full well you hadn’t fallen asleep.

Just a dream, even though you avoid the river entirely now. Your route home from work changes too, avoiding even a glimpse of the path that leads down to that place. You don’t even replace the book, you toss what remains of it after fishing through your bag, murmuring something about it surely being cursed and entertain yourself with film at night instead.

Sleep remains tentative, you wake with every sound, and your dreaming is filled with visions of a figure pushing you down into deep water, his weight bearing down upon you so heavily that you can not move until you wake with a start, eyes searching your bedroom.

Several weeks, and the fear does eventually fade.

The morning that the rain begins to fall, you realize you haven’t even thought about the river in days. There’s no monster prowling your nightmares anymore. You lived through what may or may not have occurred, and that was the end of it, simple as it may have been.

A late shift at work has you wandering out into the rain, umbrella in hand. You’re grateful that you live close, that you’re not entirely soaked to the bone when you step inside of the mundane building. Your coworkers notice your change in demeanor immediately, chirping about how glad they are that you’re finally feeling better, looking more yourself as the hours pass you by. It brings a smile to your face, a real one that you haven’t had in place since that last night.

Even in the summer, there’s a chill to the air in the late afternoon as you hurry home from work and make your way inside, stripping out of your wet clothes and setting your umbrella aside. It’s darker outside than it should be, even more so indoors. Reaching for the switch to turn on the lights proves useless— the power’s out.

You light your way with your phone, ignoring the way your pulse quickens and your heart flutters with the fear that something just doesn’t feel right. Your skin prickles with the thought of some unseen pair of eyes watching you, blue and cold. You only relax when you slam your bedroom door shut, locking it and pressing your forehead to the wood as you sigh. The puff of breath that escapes your lips is not the only in the room, you find out when the light of your phone illuminated your bed. Crouched beside it, a towering figure with a face veiled by fishing net. Words don’t come when you open your mouth to speak, and your heart stutters in your chest as you stand shaking but otherwise petrified.

“You didn’t come back.”

Of course you hadn’t.

Most people wouldn’t have.

“No. I’ve been… busy,” you choke out the excuse, hoping to pacify whatever emotion you imagine lurked beneath his tone, undetectable through the hiss of his voice. “I’ll visit soon, promise,” you lie, back pressed against the door as your fingers curl over the knob.

Your fear seems almost unwarranted. He doesn’t move toward you, only stands to wander back to the window where he must have broken in.

“Tonight?,” he asks in a voice so soft, the voice he must use as a lure because tugs at your heartstrings immediately, makes you want to follow despite the threat this thing poses merely by existing, despite everything.

“It’s cold— I’ll get sick,” you murmur. “How did you even find me..?”

“I will keep you warm.” The question goes unanswered.

You find yourself stifled again as he lumbers towards you, brushing cold fingers across the side of your face. It’s not a mockery of a kiss you receive next but a firm bite where your neck meets shoulder, not yet hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make you shiver, to grip at the wall of muscle that makes up his chest.

There’s a desperation to his movements as he herds you towards the window, pushes you toward the path leading back to the river. You’re soaked to the bone in seconds, hardly able to keep your eyes open past the weight of dampened eyelashes. The rain is so heavy it feels as though every step is like the first you took into cursed water, your feet sinking into the mud along the path with each tentative stride. The realization that you’re there doesn’t even hit you until you’re chest-deep in the chill, violent waves pushing against you, each carrying the threat of toppling you over entirely.

The palm splayed out against your bare back keeps you upright, leading you to a smooth rock jutting out in the midst of what seems a sea of frothing white and blue. The sea above is just as dark, angry clouds roaring as you’re pressed down onto your back, shivering terribly.

He keeps his promise though, a tight grip on each thigh as he pries your legs apart, sinks in between them and blankets you from the rain. Even with the cold pressed to your back, you feel the warmth of a summer sun above you, scorching from inside, just as blazing as the look in his wild eyes. The last of any resolve slips when you’re pulled beneath the violent waves, a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses coaxing oxygen into your lungs. Each roll and pull no less tumultuous than the waves overhead. A placid end when the rain comes to an impromptu halt, just as he stills over you. Hands rush to cup your face with one final, desperate and biting kiss.

When the morning sun pulls you from sleep, cool moss against your back and the weight of his head resting over your middle, the shallow water lapping lazily at your figure, you find that you no longer fear drowning.

#könig x reader #konig x reader #könig x you #konig x you #könig #konig #cod fanfiction #cod fanfic #konig fanfiction #i have been mulling over this for an eternity sorry it needed to be extracted from my brain #he is absolutely more lycanthrope coded to me but whoosh whatever nix König be upon ye #also apologies to everyone for not writing much lately and the fact this is hardly a real fic #cursed by the sleepy i just need a 10yr long nap #<- in my ‘in denial about burnout’ era

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frogchiro · 10 months ago

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I need to know what hybrids and monsters you think Makarov and Andrei are because I can not decide

I think Makarov would be a silver fox! The color matches, plus reboot Makarov is known to be a master manipulator and foxes are commonly associated with someone cunning, manipulative, giving false smiles (he does these eerie smiles that don't reach his eyes) and being insincere.

This is more for the farm au but I imagine his big, beautiful black-silver tail puffing up whenever he sees Kitty!Reader and tries to court/mate with her but notices that one of those ugly, brutish guard dogs saw them and are making their way over ;;

Andrei I imagine to be a be brown bear; huge man, very resilient, determined and loyal and what goes along with it, him being very territorial and aggressive if anyone tries to walk into his territory.

Forest witch!Reader who once helped a poor, injured bear who got caught in a snare and nursed him back to health in her cottage. A few days down the line where the massive animal is almost ready to go and she finds a man, a big, broad and handsome man, laying wrapped around her in her bed where she was cuddled into the warm and furry body of the bear just last night! The man- a hybrid apparently- just smirked lazily and flicked his ears before wrapping his burly arms around her and flipping her so that she's lay on his chest as he continues to doze off <3

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #I jokingly wanted to say that Makarov would be a rat man ;;#cod x reader #cod mw x reader #hybrids! au #hybrid au #vladimir makarov x reader #makarov x reader #andrei nolan x reader #vladimir makarov cod #vladimir makarov #andrei nolan

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dark-and-kawaii · 7 months ago

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Worth The Risk

Haarlep x f!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ Summary: You knew the risk of carrying Haarlep’s child, knew it could end your life, yet you still pleaded with Haarlep not to intervene. Haarlep, despite your pleas, couldn’t imagine a life without their little dove.

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: I wrote this a long time ago but decided it was time to finally post it!!!

⋆˙⟡♡ Pregnancy | Angst

As the savage agony of parturition tore through your body, your face twisted in harrowing torment, fingers digging into the flesh of your swollen belly. Beside you, Haarlep loomed, their gaze alight with an unholy blend of enthrallment and uneasiness. They found a perverse solace in witnessing the suffering of others, yet within this cruel spectacle, a sliver of apprehension flickered to life… This was you, not some brat cambion or mortal to pass the time…

You could feel yourself teeter on the brink of collapse, your screams piercing the air as your knees finally buckled. Compelled by a force they scarcely understood, Haarlep's hands reached for you before you crumpled beneath the unbearable onslaught. Their touch, paradoxically tender, cradled your quaking frame, their tail coiling around your leg, steadying you against the imminent descent onto the unforgiving ground.

It was odd. An incubus, a creature of seduction and ruin, serving as a pillar of support for another whom was trying to bear their child.

Chaos reigned, and within it, Haarlep's eyes grew round as they beheld a bloom of red seeping into the fabric of your gown. A torrent of foreign sentiment overwhelmed Haarlep, dragging down their heart, a heart once deemed impervious to the weaknesses of mortals, with a dread they had never known…

The incubus had bound themself to a code of restraint in their fervid trysts with you, vowing never to indulge, to feed, in excess so that they could keep you. Yet now, confronted with the life they had seeded within you… It would seem fate had cruelly conspired to make Haarlep the architect of your ruin.

Within the twisted catacombs of their mind, the incubus clawed through the dark recesses for an answer, a twisted salvation for you who had snared them in the most intoxicating bind. You were their prize, theirs to claim, theirs to torment, a soul ensnared by chains of a ravenous desire Haarlep would not, could not, break... A possession they refused to relinquish.

Damn the offspring, for you were the one that mattered, the beating heart the incubus was hell-bent on keeping tethered to this mortal coil.

The final vision bestowed upon you was a twisted sneer, yet the eyes of Haarlep, your beloved incubus, was filled with so much pain... pain you wished to cease, damns how you yearned to caress their face, to whisper that everything was okay. Alas, the abyss called to you, and your world dissolved into oblivion, your whisper lost in the void…

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Haarlep, an incubus known in realms for their insatiable hunger for the carnal, found themself lost in a moment so tender and new.

There, in the quiet of the room you lay upon the bed, a figure both broken and beatific, your skin a canvas painted with the sheen of exertion. Strands of hair, once perfect, now clung desperately to your damp forehead, framing your face in disarray. Your closed eyes, sunken with fatigue. The air was thick with the iron scent of birth and the unspoken fear of what had come to pass. Your chest rose and fell with labored effort, each breath a testament to the life that sprung forth from you, that had sipped greedily at your soul, leaving it frayed at the edges.

Beside you, lying on a silk pillow wrapped messily in a blanket, a newborn, an improbable result of Haarlep's latest conquest... The child, innocence incarnate, cooed and wriggled, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just transpired.

A war raged within the incubus, an inner turmoil so intense it threatened to tear him asunder. Their nature was to seduce, to corrupt, to feed on the lustful energy of others, not to nurture or to cherish. Yet, the sight of this tiny being, part of them, part of you, ignited an unfamiliar warmth that crept through them like a stray beam of sunlight piercing through a perennially dark forest, gently awakening the dormant life beneath its shadows.

Haarlep’s hand, more accustomed to leading others into sin than to acts of gentle kindness, moved on its own, as if enchanted, and wiggled it before their offspring. The newborn's tiny fingers wrapped around their larger digit, and a sensation that Haarlep could not name surged through them. It was as if the grip of this miniature hand had the power to anchor even the most chaotic of beings.

The incubus’s tail, an appendage that had tormented many, now danced softly, tickling the child, eliciting a gurgling giggle that filled the room with a purity that felt almost unpleasant. This sound, this unadulterated joy, was a melody Haarlep's ears had never known, yet it resonated within the corner of their heart that was solely meant for you.

Your eyes fluttered open, your gaze heavy with the remnants of pain and fatigue. As your eyes adjusted and focused on Haarlep, there was no fear, no judgment, only the hazy recognition of the father to your child. You caught them in this softness, this unguarded moment that was so perilously close to something like love.

With what little strength, you weakly shifted, turning to envelop your newborn in the cradle of your weary arms. Your eyelids, heavy with the weight of your ordeal, fluttered down as a sincere smile blossomed across your features, signaling a quiet triumph. Haarlep's tail came to rest gently across both you and the child, a silent but potent symbol of their unexpected guardianship.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #raphael bg3 #haarlep #tav #haarlep x tav #haarlep x reader #haarlep bg3 #little dove

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lanafofana · 23 days ago

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Temptation

Pairing: Raphael x Tav(f)

Word count: 3.6k

Summary: She won't sign another contract but she’s not opposed to a different kind of deal

Rating: Explicit [🔞MINORS DNI]

Warning: Porn! Filthy depraved devil porn! A little bit of hate sex (PnV with a little PVP), ( she throws hands twice)(but he's into it). Cunnilingus, because it wouldn't be a Lana fic if a tongue wasn't getting shoved in someone's [redacted]. A little bit of toxic relationship dynamics at play (devil gonna devil). SMUT SMUT SMUT

No beta, we die like pumpkin pie (listen, it's been a long night)

💖✨Kudos to @dr-demi-bee for the prompt✨💖

AO3 Link here for all who celebrate the time honored tradition of validating authors via kudos etc etc etc

“The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.”

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Raphael doesn't look surprised to see her anymore. Merely gives her a look when she finds him on the balcony of his Archive and snaps his fingers to conjure her a drink that appears in her hand before returning his attention back to the fiend giving him some kind of report in the guttural language of the infernal.

She slips away, perusing his collection of tomes from some kingdom long dead and sipping at her wine. It's too sweet, cherry rich and decadent but the alcohol burns pleasantly warm in her belly. Later, sprawled across a lavish settee, an open book in her lap, Tav is trying to untangle a web of mental snares that have put her in a melancholy mood of late when Raphael finds her.

He doesn't say anything for a long time but she can feel his gaze taking her in with more precision now that he can afford his full attention to the task. The predator, sizing up the prey. Her skin prickles.

She's returned to his house with more frequency of late and though he’s never brought it up she’s struck with the sudden anxiety that she is overstaying her welcome. Draining her glass of wine she swishes the liquid around her mouth while watching the crystal goblet refill in a blink. He's never asked why she’s decided to help herself to his company or tries to dissuade her attention when she comes calling. There's a mystery there she’s too afraid to pursue. She sighs and takes another drink.

Footsteps, steady and deliberately slow, approach. The predator, stalking their prey. Turning a page in the book she isn't reading Tav pretends his proximity doesn't send a bolt of heat and fear fizzling along her spine. In her peripheral he stops, a looming metaphor for the direction her choices are driving her to. A finger, warm and familiar, presses against the soft vulnerable space just past the jut of her chin and tilts her face to meet his.

“Have you come to bargain?” His dark eyes drink in her face, giving nothing away.

He already knows the answer to that question but she answers it anyway, deriving a weird sort of comfort from the repetitive nature of this exchange they've replayed so many times they might as well have memorized a script.

“No.”

His eyes narrow and she doesn't hear the snap but her wine glass and book both vanish. Standing involves significantly more motor skills than she presently possesses so, with a smirk, the devil offers her a courteous hand and hauls her up. Her breasts graze against the broad expanse of his chest before she gains her bearings and straightens. He doesn't let go of her hand.

“What then do you seek from the House of Hope?” His voice is mocking but his eyes are hungry. Tav knows the steps to this dance by heart but she’s hungry too. Famished.

Grasping the collar of his opulent coat she tugs him into her orbit, sliding a hand into his hair and pressing her lips to his. He tastes like hellfire and forbidden fruit.

The edges of her vision white out for a moment when he displaces them to his quarters, his infernal magic buzzes against her tongue pleasantly. Pressing close with nothing but fabric between them she shifts, a calculated movement to stoke the fire of his desire.

“Crawling and secret she constructs her own web, a trap for her prey, fallen into instead.” Raphael wedges his knees between her legs and, hands tight on her hips, bows her back to wrest control from her. Dizzy with drink and anxiety and lust Tav grinds against his thigh, seeking the friction that will at last unwind her mind.

“Needs work,” she critiques unnecessarily, breathless and smirking. He nips her bottom lip, pulling the plump flesh taunt in chastisement but it makes her lashes flutter, her clit throbbing against his thigh.

Huffing a laugh at his petulance she pulls away. Pulling her clothes loose and discarding them under his dark gaze while backing towards the bed. The backs of her knees hitting the edge of the mattress, she beckons and –after a moment– he follows, unbuttoning his doublet slowly.

“Go on then,” she teases, heedless of the black warning in his face, “Seduce me with your limerick.”

“A mouthwatering fruit, this human heart.” He sheds his jacket, the shirt too, preening under her appreciative stare. “Devastating, damned, and doomed from the start.”

She swallows, mouth dry as he approaches and comes to a stop close enough to feel the heat off his skin.

“Dazzling, delicious but,” he looks at her critically for a moment, “Not very rare, this cracking soul is fetid with,” Raphael leans in, to take in her scent deeply. Closing his eyes he murmurs lasciviously, breath hot against her ear, “Despair.”

She throbs with need.

Wrapping a hand around her throat he pauses only long enough to take her pulse, sneering at the staccato beat, before sliding his hand down her chest, to her breast. With both hands he gropes her roughly, squeezing and tugging at her nipples till they pucker, rosy and stiff. The expression on his face hasn't changed much, cold and disdainful but his eyes. She shivers under the blistering heat of them.

“Take what you came here for, creature.”

The words are hardly out of his mouth before her hands are on him pulling him close with a rough hand in his hair, yanking his head to the side, putting her teeth to his throat.

She bites him savagely, electric at the needy whine he tries to stifle unsuccessfully. She laves her tongue against the red teeth marks soothingly, hands on his shoulders. His hands have migrated too, palming the swell of her ass. When she runs the edge of her teeth down the column of his throat and licks the dip of his collar bone he smacks an asscheek, the crack sharp and loud in the otherwise quiet room.

In retaliation she sinks her teeth into his shoulder so hard he repeats the action on her other asscheek. She cries out, her inner walls slamming down on nothing.

“Tell me, my dear,” his voice, rough and deep, is commanding. Tav clenches her thighs together in response.

Nothing and no one comes for free in the House of Hope. Each visit to his bed, a transaction between her hunger for his body and his hunger for her pain. Their unspoken devil’s pact. She knows exactly what he wants and her stomach flips in trepidation.

Hands full of her ass he is not gentle when he pulls her against him, grinding her against the hard length of him through his trousers. She whimpers, drawing her nails across his shoulders and scoring livid marks into his skin. “Tell me,” he repeats, a furious snarl, as he shoves her to the bed.

“Then ask, you fucking monster,” she hisses, hitting the mattress with a soft ‘oof’ as the wind is briefly knocked from her lungs.

He follows her descent, aiming to cage her body with his but a spike of adrenaline has her scrambling out from under him. Awkwardly she heaves her way to the head of the bed but he’s faster – stronger– and he snatches her ankle in a fierce grip, dragging her back within range.

Wrapping himself around her, thick cock against her ass, bruising fingers holding her captive against his chest he chuckles. The sound chills her in the same way it sends another trickle of wet desire between her legs.

Close to her ear he breathes his full query at last. “What is the root of your despair?” Her stomach sinks down to her toes, the red flush of her desire doused cold.

What was your last wickedly depraved thought, he's asked her before. When did the thrill of bloodlust last blind you completely to sense; do you hate anyone more than you've hated yourself? She may have never signed another contract with him but somehow he’s found a way to drain her soul, piecemeal, all the same.

“Tell me,” he murmurs against her skin, parting her thighs to drag a finger along her slick wet slit.

The reason for the wine becomes clear to her in that moment. She’s never had inhibitions where sex is concerned. Has never considered it a trial to use her body and let it be used for its skill with a blade, on either side of the sheets.

But put enough wine down her throat and inevitably the secret hurts that haunt her begin to spill out from between her lips.

The devil growls at her hesitation, flipping her over and pinching a nipple between his teeth slightly too hard. Demanding her attention and supplication in all things.

“I–,” she gasps and leaves half moon indentations on his skin when he sticks his tongue in her belly button, swirling his tongue there lazily. “I’m sad, all the time,” she confesses in a rush like it will hurt less to say it fast. Her heart pounds. “I hide from my friends, from everyone, and suffer alone. I’ve always been alone, I’m pretty sure I'll always be alone because it’s–” her breath hitches on a strangled sob when he just barely presses his thumb to her clit and leaves it there, teasing. Torturing. She doesn't want him to ever stop. “I’m too much to be around. Too much unhappiness in one person to inflict on anyone else.”

“Self pity,” Raphael groans with relish and she bristles because of course he's right. “Never looked so lovely than on the utterly pathetic,” the words burn, as they're intended to. “Look at you, mourning yourself to the point of self destruction.”

Blood rushes to the surface of her skin, blooming red and hot across her throat and cheeks. Within her bosom she aches. Raphael hums with pleasure, as drunk on her internal agony as he is on her body.

Feeling flayed open she wails, hands scrabbling for purchase on his skin and in the rumpled bedding, when he sinks a finger fast –and hard–and deep in her dripping, aching cunt. She bites her lip and breathes through the discomfort of letting him see her. The despair and self pity on full display for his perusal. He feasts on her pain like a man deprived of fresh air, reveling in the cocktail of humiliation, fear, and miserably pathetic sorrow.

“Entrust me with your soul and you'll never be alone again, for as long as your pitiful soul flickers,” he vows, working a second digit in with the first. She’s so wet her lips squelch lewdly around his scissoring fingers to punctuate his words.

He means it too. It's far from the first –or the last– time he has promised an eternity to her. Her soul nestled within his grasp forever, damnation tempered with endless companionship. A demon’s version of love. Eternal ownership. The ache in her chest sharpens to a knife’s edge. Thrusting her hips against his hand, her breathing changes, getting deeper and faster as her orgasm inches tantalizingly closer.

Her legs are open but her heart's been closed so long the hinges squeak and grind in complaint at being disturbed. Maybe that's why his canny words rend instead of pierce, like they're claws mauling instead of hands gently stroking. Devils don't know kindness but there's a world of gentleness in the way he peels open her ribcage to curl up in her chest cavity with his insidious intent.

“Kiss me,” she begs. Begs, hoping it will be enough to stem the tide of his incendiary words. Words spoken with the intent to hurt, to disturb, to split the cobbled pieces of her being back into shattered fragments he can hold in his hands. To mold her, shaping her to his will. Without ceremony he crushes her with his mouth, his body, and his desire.

Raphael moves against her, heavy and too big, a threat and a promise that tastes like cherry wine and feels like coming home. The kiss, a miscalculation on her part, steals his voice but replaces wounding words with bruising force. Shoving his tongue into her mouth he seeks only to consume and she moans around the wet intrusion, curling a hand tightly into the hair at the nape of his neck until he hisses against her teeth.

She lets him continue only for so long before the hand she has locked in his hair tugs viscously and she gets a glimpse of his pupils blown wide before his eyes flutter closed. The Archduke Supreme would never admit to his proclivities in bed but he’s not the only one studying his prey during their encounters.

She maneuvers until he's beneath her, breath stuttering in his chest as his ardor intensifies with her forceful take over. The meticulous Archduke Supreme, Lord of the Nine Entire, Devil of False Hope, Cania’s Conquerer might have eaten her whole for the audacity of asking for control in the bedroom but when she takes it…

He groans, squirming and wanton, when she peels herself away from his lips to sink the fingers of one hand around his throat while the fingers of her other hand tug on the laces of his breeches.

“Tav,” he growls, the reverberation of his vocal chords against her hand shooting directly to the heat that burns in her core.

She pulls her hand from around his throat to pull back and strike him across the face. His hips surge up against her desperately. “Silence,” she warns, nimble fingers slipping his throbbing cock from its confines.

The fat head is wet, a glistening mess of his own precum. The smell makes her mouth water. Wrapping her hand around the shaft she pulls at him experimentally, running the calloused pad of her thumb across the leaking slit on top and along the thick vein beneath his glans until he whimpers. The sound makes her smile, the power of her unique position sending a rush of wet slick through the lips of her vulva, dripping down the inside of her thighs.

Moving the hand she just had wrapped around his erection to her own throbbing need she drinks in his expression while he watches her fuck herself on two fingers. She leans back to give him a better view while she circles her own clit, biting her lip and shifting her hips in time with the movements until she’s close, almost too close.

The devil never looks more beautiful than when he’s languishing untouched, desperate and needy and simmering with helpless fury.

“Open that pretty maw, creature,” she sneers, an echo of his earlier epithet.

Obediently his lips part and she leans forward, shoving her fingers into his mouth, pressing against the molten heat of his tongue.

“Suck.”

Tav's eyes flutter, nearly rolling to the back of her skull as the Duke follows her instruction, locking his lips around her slick coated fingers and sucking hard enough to tear her soul through her fingertips. She moans, positioning herself above his pelvis and undulating her hips to rub his delicious head through her slippery folds.

Inside his mouth his tongue swirls across the pads of her fingers and he echoed her moans; pleasing, pretty, broken little sounds that have her sinking onto his cock halfway in her excitement. He bucks, too sharp teeth grazing erotically against her fingers and she withdraws them to backhand him; whip fast and snapping his lust drunk face to the side. He gasps and she revels in the feeling of him jumping against the walls of her sex.

Pulling herself upright she arches her back, giving him a pretty view as she plays with her own breasts, running the tips of her fingers along the goose pimpled flesh of her abdomen.

“Like what you see, devil?” She taunts, sinking a little more around his girth. “Tell me, Archduke,” she smiles cruelly. “Tell me how much you want to fuck this sweet mortal cunt.” She twists her nipples and sinks a little lower on his cock, watching the expressions flit across his face faster than he probably even registers them. She smiles, all teeth. “Beg.”

“Please!” He doesn't even hesitate, voice gone tight. “Please, let me feel you sink that perfect tight cunt onto my cock.” He releases the most delicious open mouthed whine when she does, enveloping him completely. “Please!” He blurts, hands fisting in the bedding, muscles quivering with the restraint to keep from fucking into her.

The stretch is nothing short of divine. Her hips yearn to move, to rock against him, grinding his hips into the bed but she pauses, balancing on the precipice.

“Please, what?” She demands, relishing in the widening of his eyes, the way his mouth hangs open.

“Please,” his eyes close briefly and he swallows thickly, “Archduchess Supreme, My Lady Eternal.”

“Good boy,” she murmurs, warmth suffusing her entirely when he keens at the praise.

Planting her hands on his chest she wastes no more time, fucking herself on his thick cock; fast and hard and rough. Between her fingers she pinches his nipples, leaning forward to swallow his cries as she rides him to the brink. Between her thighs he cants his hips, mindlessly matching her thrust for thrust as his orgasm barrels within reach.

She slips a hand between their bodies, pinching her swollen clit and cries out his name and a litany of swearing as she crests her final peak. Her mind whites out, the walls of her cunt bearing down on his cock so tightly he spills into her with an inarticulate groan.

Their bliss reached, their movements stutter clumsily to a stop, chests heaving and breathless pants peppering the air with the soft sounds of post coital exhaustion.

Tav disengages from Raphael's body slowly, flushing at the rush of slippery fluid that leaks out of her. The devil looks at the mess between her legs, unabashed, a pleased smirk hovering in the corners of his mouth.

Running a finger through their combined spend, shivering on the cusp of overstimulation, she holds his gaze as she reaches up to paint his lips with it.

He doesn't even blink, licking the shine of his own seed from his lips and making a pleased noise, deep in his chest, that echoes in the throb of her empty cunt. Leaning into him, chest to chest, Tav chases the taste of them on his tongue with a redolent kiss, slow and tender. His hands drift along her sweat slick skin, raising goose bumps with each delicate graze of his nails.

Wrapping his arms around her Raphael flips them, startling a sound from her that he chases with teeth and an amused chuckle. Before she registers what he's doing the devil is wedged between her legs, pushing one of her legs wide, fingers sunk tightly into the plush thickness of her thigh while the fingers of his other hand part the puffy lips of her sex.

He stares, transfixed, for only a moment before he bends his head, slotting his lips against her wet, sticky heat. The predator devours the prey. The gluttonous wet sounds of him licking and suckling at her sex sends her brain rocketing away on a tidal wave of sensation. She grasps the back of his head in shock and a haze of overwhelming arousal.

“Raphael!” She cries out when he locks his lips around her clit and sucks. “Nnnggg– ahhh!!”

“Say my name again,” he growls, immediately spearing her with his tongue and twisting to lap at every drop of her slick heat. “Say it!”

“Ra– Raphael! Oh– nnngggahhh!!” If she is his Archduchess then he is her god and she cries out to him, exultantly. “Raphael! Yes! Yes! RAPH–”

He hums his pleasure and the vibration has her sinking both hands into his hair, pressing him closer– harder–

She flexes her hips, rocking against the sensation of his mouth taking her apart, heart slamming against her ribs as her mind spirals faster and faster and–

“RAPHAEL!” Tav’s mind flies apart as she screams her release, back bowed, thighs clenched tight around the Archduke’s ears.

She comes back into her body to the feeling of her fingers being disentangled from their iron grip on his hair. She releases him immediately, flexing her digits and collapsing against the bed as a wave of exhaustion slides over her.

“You,” she pants breathlessly, boneless and still buzzing for the high of her orgasm. “That was–

“Delicious,” he finishes for her with a sinful smile that does nothing to soothe the thunderous beating of her heart.

This time it is the devil who stretches himself over her body, skin against sweaty skin, and presses the taste of her arousal and his spend between their lips in a filthy kiss. When he pulls away Tav’s dazed expression pulls another smile to his face, this one different from the one he usually shows her. Her stomach clenches but in the next moment her face is split in a jaw cracking yawn and when she looks again he looks the same as he always does.

“Sleep, my dear,” he says in a tone that conveys he neither cares if she does or does not. With a snap of his finger he is dressed and polished once more. He drags his eyes down the length of her naked body with an appreciative leer. Another snap and he's gone in a flash of hellfire.

Tav forces her body to move though her limbs feel made of jelly. She crawls between the sheets, the luxurious material cold against her heated skin. Sweat on her scalp and elsewhere on her body sends a shiver down her spine. Cocooned, safe, and spent, she sleeps.

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