#toh x reader fanfiction

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💙 Hot & Flirty 💙 (Beardo Philip x Lovestruck Witch! Reader)

Summary: You (the reader) are being hardcore flirted with by Beardo Philip. But... are you really?

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"So, how often do you come here?" the bearded brunette with a bushy ponytail had inquired to you, his right hand pressed against the side as his feet were crossed.

The two of you were inside the Bonesborough Library, you standing in front of the entrance while he stood in front of you.

From where he sat, he saw your divine beauty, it rivaling that of an angel, and decided to send you a flirtatious wink, winking out a small star before he approached you.

Even though you weren't familiar with this human, you had already fallen deeply in love with him.

Was it the stache?

His blue coat?

The soft glow of his eyes when they gazed at you?

Maybe a combination of the three?

You weren't entirely sure, but before you could answer his question, the man took the initiative to take hold of your chin with careful fingers.

"You're so cute," he purred, his voice low and just flirty enough to bring color to your cheeks.

"Thank you," you giggled out.

His touch and tender voice made you melt right away.

"Kiss me?" the human asked.

His eyes were closed, and his voice was so soft and needy.

He needed you.

You were quick to respond to his request with a smile.

As the two of you kissed and soaked in each other's affection, you could already see how bright your future would be with this man.

Sadly, this wasn't reality.

...

"Move," Philip had ordered with a no-nonsense grumble.

His expression was visibly sour as his annoyed frown was hidden beneath his scruffy beard.

The two of you were inside the Bonesborough Library, you standing in front of the entrance while he stood in front of you.

He had noticed you staring at him for quite some time from where he was sitting, and just when he was about to leave, you decide to block his way.

Really?

"Of course," you giggle with a dopey smile as you take a small sidestep, still stuck in your lovey-dovey daydream.

The hearts that were floating in your eyes made Philip grimace.

"Allow me." You quickly pushed the door open for Philip before he could do it himself.

Your kind gesture, while surprising him, only caused him to huff as he walked past you.

"You're not getting a thank you, by the way, witch," he told you harshly before leaving.

You only sighed a love-struck sigh as you watched the man walk off.

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✦ Hunter X Collector!Reader ✦

[Chapter One: It Takes Time]

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[a/n: reader is the older sister to the collector, hunter maybe out of character but even if he is it makes for great moments here]

Everyone is seated at the dining room table, and Camila looks at everyone as she takes in everything she's just heard. "Okay, so in the Demon Realm, you fought the evil Emperor Belos who turned into a monster..." She says, looking at everyone.

"Well, he started out human." Gus added, "Right, but he was defeated by a newer, smaller bad guy?" She asked, still taking it all in. She never expected such a world and things to actually exist.

"The Collector." Willow said, and [Y/n] could feel everyone looking at her when she said that, so she brought her knees to her chest. Placing the hood on her robe over her head, hiding her face from everyone.

"We don't know what he is or how Belos found him," Willow added, looking over at Camila. Luz looked up panicked, "Who knows if we'll ever figure that out?! But they're creating a lot of chaos." Luz says, panicked. "We have to do whatever it takes to get back," Amity says, placing her hand on Luz's shoulder.

Camila looks at them, "And you will. But for now, you should all rest. You're all safe here." She says, to them and [Y/n] just keeps her head down. She felt unease in the house as if she didn't belong like no one wanted her here knowing she too is a collector.

It was while everyone was settling down, she went outside and to the side of the house. She sniffled, as hugged her knees to her chest. She didn’t blame them for not trusting her. Why should they? She’s a collector they’ve seen firsthand what her younger sibling is capable of, what they’re capable of being collectors, yet, why does it hurt so much? Is she trying too hard? Not trying hard enough? What is she doing wrong? Is she the problem?

Tears brimmed her eyes, as she stared at the ground. Hugging her knees tighter as her mind wandered. “Maybe, I don’t deserve their trust.” She mumbled, sniffling as she stared at the ground. Watching, as a single butterfly landed on the grass in front of her.

“You okay?” A voice asked, from around the corner of the house. She quickly, wiped away her tears and turned towards the voice, Hunter. She stayed silent, hugging her knees to her chest and turning her head away from him.

He sat down next to her, “Having, trouble making friends Huh?” He asked, and stayed quiet but he could hear her faintly mumble something into her knees.

“I had trouble too.” He said, looking at the ground he could’ve sworn he noticed her looking at him then, looking back towards the ground.

“At the time I never interacted with anyone the same age as me.” He said, and she slowly turned to look at him. “Making, I struggled a lot it took time for me to let them in and open up.” He said, just as a little cardinal landed on his lap.

She turned to look towards the bird, “But, if it wasn’t for Flapjack here.” He said, gently petting the bird. “I wouldn’t have the friends I have now.” He said, and she looked at him slowly lifting her head.

“Even with Flapjack, it still took time and even still I messed up sometimes. But eventually,” He said, as Flapjack flew towards her and landed on her lap.

Chirping at her she smiled, and gently petted the small bird. “You’ll have friends that’ll stick with you forever.” He said, and she turned towards him smiling softly.

“So, it just takes time?” She asked, and he nodded she smiled softly looking at him.

“Time..” She whispered, she’s been around for centuries probably even longer. Leaning her head against the side of the house, “I’ve been around for centuries, and yet not once, has anyone wanted to be my friend.” She said, looking at him and he looks at her sadly.

She turned her head towards him and smiled, "Thanks, Hunter." She said, and he smiled back at her. She watched as he got onto his feet and reached out his hand for her to take. She bit the corner of her lip and took his hand. Standing to her feet, tripping slightly but being caught by Hunter. Her heart skipped, a beat as she looked up at him her cheeks turning a slight tint of red. Before standing back up and smiling, he leads her back inside the Noceda household.

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For [Y/n], it took her a while to finally befriend everyone. But eventually, they trusted her and realized she was different than her younger sibling. When that day came [Y/n] smiled.

[Y/n]'s eyes widened as she stared at herself in the mirror. Her hands gripped the new clothes on her body, every bit of it an extension of herself and a hint towards her title as a collector. the mixture of light and dark purples, with hints of white, and black.

She opened the door, smiling cheerfully, with a toothy grin. Camila smiled softly, seeing everyone in clothes that suited them. [Y/n] noticed, Hunter wearing a costume matching Flapjack and she couldn't help but smile. Seeing how adorable he looked in the costume.

wait? did she just call Hunter adorable?! her cheeks turned a slight tint of red.

[Y/n] was walking down the hallway toward Luz's bedroom, when she walked passed the bathroom. Looked down, and noticed strands of blonde hair on the ground. Curious she opened the door, wondering what was going on. She froze for a moment seeing a flustered Hunter, struggling to cut his hair.

Sweat ran down his cheeks as he turned to look at her. His eyes widened when seeing her standing in the doorframe. She smiled, at him and told him to sit on the toilet so she could help him. She picked up the scissors and took a few strands of hair, and started cutting. Hunter, had a blush on his face the entire time as she helped him cut his hair.

Hunter placed the jumper cable onto the door knob of the abandoned house. He turned back towards his friends, giving them the thumbs up. While, Gus, Amity, Willow, and Hunter's palismen. Where hamster wheels help charge, and hopefully create a portal to get back home.

Once, the signal was given they started running except Gus' palisman. Everyone watched as a portal began to form at the door but eventually exploded and turned into fire completely disintegrating the door. Everyone stared at it in shock and sadness. Gus ran over waving a fire extinguisher but Vee came up behind him. Taking it out of his hand, squeezing the nozzle aiming it at the fire, and extinguishing it. Luz looked down devastated that it didn't work.

[Y/n] eyes sparkled with wonder as she stared at the rain. Reaching her hand out to touch the droplets that fell from the sky, she chuckled softly, feeling one land in the palm of her hand. She had seen rain before but it was always deadly kind. Just as she was about to step outside. Hunter appeared beside her shaking his head, as he looked outside at the rain curiously.

Until Gus appeared behind knocking him down into the mud. [Y/n] had fallen as well landing on Hunter's waist, her cheeks turned red. As she looked towards him, but snickered seeing his entire head covered in mud the snail added an extra touch.

Willow smiled, seeing her friends having fun for once finally able to have a breather, despite the situation they were in. Camila stood beside her and handed her a Polaroid camera to take a picture of the moment, and she did.

. °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° .* Next Night . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° .*

[Y/n] brought her knees to her chest, as she looked up at the stars in the sky. She missed, her home among the stars. She couldn't stand her younger sibling and what he was doing to the Boiling Isle. All because he wanted to play a game? But she'll never forgive their older siblings the archivists for what they did to her.

"I'll never forgive them for what they did?" She mumbled, into her knees. "Aren't you cold?" a voice asked, and she turned around and noticed, Hunter, walking out with a blanket and holding two cups of hot chocolate.

"Camila, saw you sitting outside and wondered if you were cold." He said, and she smiled softly as he walked over towards her. Handing her the mug, and her eyes sparkled looking at the warm contents in the mug. Seeing, the white marshmallows floating at the top.

"Thanks," She said, and he looked away slightly his cheeks turning red. He then placed, the blanket down beside her and was about to walk back inside, before she stopped him. "Hey, wanna stargaze with me?" She asked, sheepishly she could've sworn her voice cracked slightly. Why is her heart racing all of a sudden? Why did it feel like butterflies were in her stomach?

"U-um, sure." He said, cheeks bright red as he turned and walked back towards her, sitting down beside her. Taking a sip of the hot chocolate. "Surprisingly, your constellations in the Boiling Isles, are quite the same as the ones in the human realm." She said, smiling looking at him. Despite the fact that her heart was pounding against her chest rapidly.

She brought the mug to her lips, took a sip and her eyes sparkled. At how delicious it tasted, Hunter couldn't help but smile seeing this. "Oh, see that one ursa major and ursa minor?" she asked, looking at him as she pointed up at the night sky. "That's in the boiling isles as well," she said, smiling.

Her cheeks, went red revealing she accidentally placed her hand over his hand. She wanted to disappear back into the stars at this moment, both hunter and her locked eyes for a moment. Before looking away from each other embarrassed. "Um, so ah, whats It like being a collector?" He asked, and she looked at him and shrugged her shoulders.

"It's ah, okay, i guess. If you like being alone forever not having any friends and if you do, watchingthemdiecauseyourbasicallyan immortalbeing." She rambled, and he looked at her and she stopped for a moment and looked at him. "Sorry, that's the one thing I know I'll have to live with." She said, looking down.

"Watching the ones you love fade away with time?" He asked, and she nodded sadly. "Well, that's a long way away so you don't have to worry about that." He said, and she shook her head, "100 years is a blink in an eye for me." She said, looking into the cup of hot chocolate.

"I don't wanna be alone again," She said, tears brimming her eyes, and he knew that one day she'd still be alive and he, Luz, Willow, will all be gone. She wouldn't have anyone else to call her friend. Hunter placed the mug onto the grass and held up his pinkie finger. "What're you doing?" She asked, and he smiled looking at her, "I promise, that I'll stay with you for as long as I can." He said, blushing as he looked at her and she stared at him in shock.

"You making a promise with a collector huh?" She said, smiling mischievously, "I accept," She said, blushing as she wrapped her pinkie around his. Pulling away, she wrapped the blanket around them both blushing profusely, as they looked up at the stars. Hunter hesitantly leans his head onto her shoulder and her heart skips a beat. She smiles, and continues to tell him about the stars, and what it was like for her living amongst them.

End Chapter [Part One]

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Harsh awakenings

Pairing: Hunter x Gender neutral!reader

A/N: There are a huge lack of fics where Hunter comforts the reader. As a creator, I felt it was my duty to fulfill that. We need comfort too!

TW: Light gore, pursuit

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It was dark. You were cold and wet. That was the first thing you registered. There was a dim light not far from you, it appeared to be a streetlight. Your body felt fatigued. You forced yourself to practically crawl towards it.

A flash of grey darted in your peripherals in the forest beside you. You froze and slowly looked over. Nothing was there.

But something felt incredibly wrong.

You couldn't shake the feeling as you finally stood under the streetlight. It illuminated you like a spotlight. You shivered. You weren't sure if it was from the cold, or fear. You were just grateful for the light.

"All by your lonesome?" A voice growled menacingly in your left ear.

You gasped and turned towards the threat. There was nothing there. You panted and furrowed your brows in confusion. You heard a twig snap in front of you. You turned blindly to the noise. The cracks got louder. The earth seemed to shake. A pair of red eyes glowed from the brush.

You froze.

A figure emerged from the forest. But it wasn't someone to fear. It was Hunter. You felt confused with mixed emotions but lightened up. Something still felt wrong.

"Hunter.." You said in relief.

He slowly but silently walked towards you. A chill ran up your spine. Why did this feel wrong.

"..Hunter?" You asked uncertainly.

"If that's what you want to call me, sure." His voice became garbled with another familiar voice you couldn't quite place.

It felt cold and lifeless. Your adrenaline started kicking in. But you couldn't move. He appeared into the light that cast upon you. His skin was all slashed and his check was mangled with a black goo. Your eyes widened in both shock, worry, and fear.

"What, cat got your tongue?" He chuckled darkly.

Your heart was pounding in your ears, tears threatened to spill as you saw the one you loved mangled in front of you. What could you even say?

"No matter, it'll be easier this way." He said.

"What?" You squeaked out.

"Don't you know? You're next on the list.." He said in an almost sing-song voice.

"List? ..What list?" You sputtered.

"What is this, Taxi Driver? Yes witchling, you're chosen."

"Chosen for what?"

"Me."

His limbs elongated with a series of sickening cracks, antlers sprouting from his head as he roared loudly. His form turned into a mangled mixed of Hunter and Belos' true form you both had fought off not long ago. Your legs finally found the will to move again. You ran. Harder and faster than you ever have in your life. Your feet hurt as you hit the pavement rhythmically.

You heard a series of crashes behind you before a blur of black jumped in front of you. He slowly inched towards you as you began to back away slowly.

"You can't run from me, (Y/N). I'll always be here. Lurking, from the shadows." Belos growled, Hunter's voice mostly drowned out.

"Hunter, please!" You cried out, tripping on your own feet to the asphalt below.

His face turned back to the boy you loved, mockingly. "Hunter is no more." He said cooly.

He moved to strike with one of his giant claws, you shielded your face and scrunched your eyes shut before hearing his voice again.

"(Y/N), (Y/N)!" Hunter said worriedly.

You opened your eyes to your bedroom, panting in the dimly lit room. You registered something touching your face, you jerked away instinctively, still cloudy from before.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay. It was just a nightmare." You heard Hunter say beside you.

His voice made you whip your head tearfully. He was okay. You stared at him taking in every feature, even in the dark. Your face was wet with tears, you wiped them as you furrowed your brow, looking down at his hands. His normal, scarred hands. You swallowed roughly in between gasping breaths and blinked. Looking back at him and around your shared bedroom, you realized he was right. It was just a bad dream. A horrible, bad dream. It wasn't real.

You practically cried in relief, rushing into his arms.

"Oh thank god." You cried softly.

Hunter was taken aback by the sudden rush of movement, but rubbed circles into your back and lightly shushing you.

"It's alright, you're safe. You're safe." He reassured softly.

You weren't sure how long you held him for. You didn't care. He was here and he was okay, and you didn't want to let him out of your sight. You began to calm down after a bit, despite your shuddering breaths and hiccups. Hunter put a hand in the back of your hair and gently pulled you from him for a moment so he could look into your eyes.

"You okay?" He asked, thumbing his hand through your locks.

"I... I think so." You said shakily, sniffling and wiping one of your eyes.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked, wiping the other side of your face gently with your other hand.

You leaned into his touch and shrugged. He caressed your cheek and kissed your forehead.

"You don't have to if that'll make you uncomfortable. Here, lay back down with me." Hunter said, gently guiding you down with him.

You nestled into his side and he held you. You both stayed this way for a few minutes before you began to open up.

"You weren't... you." You croaked.

You felt Hunter stiffen at this, you looked up at him and saw worry etched into his face. You continued.

"You were... that

A flash of grey darted in your peripherals in the forest beside you. You froze and slowly looked over. Nothing was there.

But something felt incredibly wrong.

You couldn't shake the feeling as you finally stood under the streetlight. It illuminated you like a spotlight. You shivered. You weren't sure if it was from the cold, or fear. You were just grateful for the light.

"All by your lonesome?" A voice growled menacingly in your left ear.

You gasped and turned towards the threat. There was nothing there. You panted and furrowed your brows in confusion. You heard a twig snap in front of you. You turned blindly to the noise. The cracks got louder. The earth seemed to shake. A pair of red eyes glowed from the brush.

You froze.

A figure emerged from the forest. But it wasn't someone to fear. It was Hunter. You felt confused with mixed emotions but lightened up. Something still felt wrong.

"Hunter.." You said in relief.

He slowly but silently walked towards you. A chill ran up your spine. Why did this feel wrong.

"..Hunter?" You asked uncertainly.

"If that's what you want to call me, sure." His voice became garbled with another familiar voice you couldn't quite place.

It felt cold and lifeless. Your adrenaline started kicking in. But you couldn't move. He appeared into the light that cast upon you. His skin was all slashed and his cheek was mangled in with a black goo. Your eyes widened in both shock, worry, and fear.

"What, cat got your tongue?" He chuckled darkly.

Your heart was pounding in your ears, tears threatened to spill as you saw the one you loved mangled in front of you. What could you even say?

"No matter, it'll be easier this way." He said.

"What?" You squeaked out.

"Don't you know? You're next on the list.." He said in an almost sing-song voice.

"List? ..What list?" You sputtered.

"What is this, Taxi Driver? Yes witching. You're chosen."

"Chosen for what?"

"Me."

His limbs elongated with a series of sickening cracks, antlers sprouting from his head as he roared loudly. His form turned into a mangled mixed of Hunter and Belos' true form you both had fought off not long ago. Your legs finally found the will to move again. You ran. Harder and faster than you ever have in your life. Your feet hurt as you hit the pavement rhythmically.

You heard crashes behind you before a blur of black jumped in front of you. He slowly inched towards you as you began to back away slowly.

"You can't run from me, (Y/N). I'll always be here. Lurking, from the shadows." Belos growled, Hunter's voice mostly drowned out.

"Hunter please!" You cried out, tripping on your own feet to the asphalt below.

His face turned back to the boy you loved, mockingly. "Hunter is no more." He said cooly.

He moved to strike with one of his giant claws, you shielded your face and scrunched your eyes shut before hearing his voice again.

"(Y/N), (Y/N)!" He said worriedly.

You opened your eyes to your bedroom, panting in the dimly lit room. You registered something touching your face, you jerked away instinctively, still cloudy from before.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay. It was just a nightmare." You heard Hunter say neside you.

His voice made you whip your head tearfully. He was okay. You stared at him, taking in every feature even in the dark. Your face was wet with tears, you wiped them as you furrowed your brow, looking down at his hands. His normal, scarred hands. You swallowed roughly in between gasping breaths and blinked. Looking back at him and around your shared bedroom, you realized he was right. It was just a bad dream. A horrible, bad dream. It wasn't real.

You practically cried in relief, rushing into his arms.

"Oh thank god." You cried softly.

Hunter was taken aback by the sudden rush of movement, but rubbed circles into your back and lightly shushing you.

"It's alright, you're safe. You're safe." He reassured softly.

You weren't sure how long you held him for. You didn't care. He was here and he was okay, and you didn't want to let him out of your sight. You began to calm down after a bit, despite your shuddering breaths and hiccups. Hunter put a hand in the back of your hair and gently pulled you from him for a moment so he could look into your eyes.

"You okay?" He asked, thumbing his hand through your locks.

"I.... I think so." You said shakily, sniffling and wiping one of your eyes.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked, wiping the other side of your face gently with your other hand.

You leaned into his touch and shrugged. He caressed your cheek and kissed your forehead.

"You don't have to if that'll make you uncomfortable. Here, lay back down with me." Hunter said, gently guiding you down with him.

You nestled into his side and he held you. You both stayed this way for a few minutes before you began to open up.

"You weren't... you." You croaked.

You felt Hunter stiffen at this, you looked up at him and saw worry etched into his face. You continued.

"You.. you were that monster again. You wanted me... you said I was chosen." You said shakily.

Hunter waited a moment before speaking.

"I'll never let anything like that happen again, you hear me? Even if it's my dying wish-"

You rushed to grab his cheeks, tears forming again.

"Don't say that! Not after.." You looked away for a moment in vulnerability.

Hunter furrowed his brows guiltily and gently guided your gaze back to him

"I know. Sorry. What I mean is it'll never happen again, ever. Belos is dead." He said gently.

He shuddered at the name but pressed on.

"You will never have to see his eyes again. You will never have to witness him... taking over my body like that. Ever. Again."

You looked at him, still teary-eyed but now for a whole different reason. Relief. He was free, you all were. You never had to be at the hands of his woes until the end of time.

You rushed to kiss him as your cheeks became wet again. It was a firm but loving, brief kiss. He slightly returned it before you broke away, staring at him with your glistening eyes.

"I never want you to leave me. Ever." You said with a wobbly tone.

"I promise, I won't." He said.

He leaned in and kissed you, you exhaled and practically melted into him. He was the one to break it this time. Again, Hunter gently guided the both of you back down, his hands not leaving your side. You continued to gaze up at him, as if he would suddenly disappear. Hunter smiled warmly and kissed your nose.

"Go back to sleep, okay? We can talk more in the morning." He said.

Despite not feeling tired, you yawned on cue, rubbing your burning eyes. This made Hunter chuckle. He began to play with your hair just the way you liked it. He hummed softly, his voice as always having that magical effect on you. You felt yourself slowly relax into him, your heart full of love. You felt a tinge of blush dust your cheeks and silently thanked whoever that it was too dark to see. Your eyes slowly threatened to close, Hunter's steady humming sensing you off into a warm, peaceful bliss.

When you finally drifted off, Hunter kissed your hairline and positioned himself to be comfortable with his arms around you. You steady breaths lulling him also to the realm of dreams.

[feasibilities]

The reader is a surface dweller and is very pregnant. Reader is craving food that isn't from Talokan and is annoyingly trying to get Namor to get it for her. She says "I don't understand why you can't just swim there, grab the food I'm craving, and come right back. Babe, it's just a continent away." We all know this man can swim fast as hell but, he wants to stay with his pregnant wife.

Embarazo ⚘

Author's Note: This is just sweet, tooth-rotting fluff. I eat a lot anyway, so I couldn't imagine my food intake during pregnancy. Enjoy, anon! ⚘ ⚘ ⚘

"I know spicy pickles aren't healthy, but I really want some. Can't you just swim up there, grab a jar, and come on back? I'm carrying your heir, don't I deserve anything my heart desires? " You quipped, feeling the baby move.

Namor smiled and put his ear to your stomach. You playfully rolled your eyes as he could hear her heartbeat from feet away. He was being dramatic--and avoiding your question.

"Namor, please!" You begged.

"It is an entire continent away, love. What if you go into labor while I'm gone? What if Talokan is attacked?" He explained, kissing your stomach gently.

"Attuma and Namora are here. If all else fails, I will grab a spear & rebreather to defend our child." You beamed, overestimating your abilities.

"I will retrieve them for you, but you have to promise you won't leave this room." He commanded. He rubbed your stomach.

"I promise. My feet and ankles are swollen. We will just be here waiting for our pickled sustenance." You retorted & kissed his cheek.

He elegantly dived into the reef below and you sat down to have your pre-snack meal.

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Fallin’ For Ya

A/N: Hi y’all!! This is my first fic I’m posting to tumblr. I have my AO3 account in my bio, and you can find all my previous fics + this one posted there. Shoutout to @dopp-likes-yanderes because one of the asks on their blog inspired this fic this past May, and it’s been sitting half finished in my google docs account from now until today. Thank you for giving me your blessing to post this!! Also note that I’m on mobile so if anything is formatted really weird that’s the culprit. Happy Valentine’s Day everybody!!

CW: female!reader, biblical references, Philip being a Puritan

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Philip Wittebane was seething.

His day had started out as it normally did these days. Go to the market, limp about, look pathetic in hopes of finding some abominable creature to trick into being his sacrifice. It had taken a turn for the worse however when the brother’s of that disappointment Blue Fang had shown up and demanded both payment and information, taking his journal and taunting him. He kept up the act, inwardly calculating whether they could be reasoned with or tricked, or whether or not he could kill them without repercussions, when he had been saved by a foolhardy young witch who was oddly eager to accompany him. Her knowledge of the Collector made her easier prey then he ever could have hoped for, and he had decided that things were finally coming up Wittebane, when suddenly.

“…and this is my Aunt uh….Dirtrude and uh-“

“(Y/N) will do just fine, Luzura.”

He felt something creep up his spine, both pleasant and unpleasant, turned his gaze slightly to the side, and felt his mouth fall open.

Caleb was laughing from beyond the grave, he knew it. In fact, if he didn’t know any better, he would say that Caleb had orchestrated this, some supernatural, eternal, annoying older brother ability to push him to his limits. Because there, in front of him, stood the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen in his life. Pure temptation, the likes of which he had only heard in sermons and in his brother’s voice when he talked about her.

Hence the seething.

He listened to ‘Luzura’ chatter on about something about crabs, or toe-gres, or something else of little consequence compared to the emotions he was trying to keep at bay. He was NOT like Caleb. Caleb had been weak, he had succumbed to temptation, fornication, and witchcraft. Philip was a good, God-fearing man, who would take a HUMAN wife, thank-you-very-much and be fruitful with HER.

His internal rant was broken up by a shriek, and he came to as someone crashed into his back. Hands clutched onto his chest and back, perfume filling the air, and he pushed down the sharp, breath-catching arousal that came with the feeling. He turned around sharply, gripping her waist with aggression, hard enough to bruise, and was stopped short before he could react in any way shape or form.

Her kerchief, the one that had been tied round her head, had slipped in her fall, and had revealed her ears.

Her round ears.

He finally allowed the attraction that he had been fighting back to flood his body, and he felt his blood coursing through his veins, warming him and turning his brain foggy as he stared at the woman, the human woman in front of him. The very sensations he had been attempting to drown out just seconds ago were allowed back. The feel of her body, warm beneath his, the scent of her. He had never been so aroused in his entire life, and all he could do was internally crow to his brother, to beyond the grave.

“See? I can only be tempted by a human woman! You who so quickly gave into a mistress of Satan, a follower of the Devil, but not me!”

His focus was returned by the sound of her voice, her face so close to his that he could feel her breath across his face and neck.

“Oh, Mr. Wittebane, are you alright? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to grab you like that, I-“

“Don’t trouble yourself for one second Miss (Y/N), I assure you, I am not in the least bit angry.”

She seemed taken aback at this, and tilted her head to the side.

“….You’re not?”

He grinned, giddier than he ever had as a boy, and wound his arms tighter around her waist, pulling her close to him and delighting in the way her face flushed and breath quickened.

“On the contrary! My dear Miss (Y/N), I have but one question; why didn’t you tell me that you too were human?”

She paled, one hand darting up to cover her ear, and he found that he quite preferred her flustered to frightened.

“I’m terribly sorry for deceiving you Mr. Wittebane but, well…you know better than anyone how hard it can be for a human on the Boiling Isles. Besides, we didn’t know whether you would take kindly to another human…so we elected that it was best to hide it.”

We…we? Oh! Right. He’d been so enraptured that he’d forgotten that they had company. He looked over to their other traveling companions and found that they had reassured themselves of her well-being when he had caught her and had begun to amble ahead, moving slowly so as not to leave them behind.

“I understand Miss (Y/N). You’re quite right of course; I know the trials a human on the Boiling Isles faces all too well. I must confess to being a tad offended that you could think me hostile towards other humans, however the logical side of me understands your caution and finds it prudent.”

She turned her face up to him, her chin resting on his chest as she faced him fully, and he felt something within his chest clench. Dear God…

“Your forgiveness is deeply appreciated Mr. Wittebane.”

“Philip. Please.”

He spoke before he could stop himself, words spilling over his lips, which he clamped shut before any more of the contents of his heart and mind could be revealed.

He saw a flush rise up her cheeks, and felt one of his own creep up to match, heart pounding desperately in his chest she had to have felt it given her proximity.

“Alright Mr.- Philip. Then you must call me (Y/N). No ‘Miss’ in front of it. Just (Y/N).”

He grabbed her hand and raised it to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles and lingering, savoring the moment as if it was the last meal he would ever receive.

“(Y/N)….it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

She exhaled shakily, eyes wide and lips parted, and Philip Wittebane swore he’d never seen a more beautiful sight. Like Adam before Eve, he had never felt such an assured sense of belonging to someone in his whole life.

“Hey, are you guys alright back there? You’ve been standing still for like, 10 minutes.”

He turned his head to look behind him, and saw Luzura staring at them with an expression of concern on her face, Dirtrude next to her still scribbling away in her little notebook and muttering something about ‘Deadwardian Balustrades’.

“We’re just fine Luz,”

(Y/N) called out, and he took a great deal of satisfaction in the breathiness of her voice.

That satisfaction was quickly replaced by disappointment and annoyance as she left his hold and his arms, though he was reassured slightly by her catching his arm as she walked past, holding onto the sleeve of his coat as they walked side by side.

“So…Philip. How much longer until we get to where we’re headed?”

Luzura’s voice piped up. For a moment Philip prepared to create the transportation circle of glyphs, body several steps ahead of him, when suddenly, he did what he was best at; he thought. And in this brief moment of thought, his mind stalling his body before he could move to scratch a single glyph into the dirt beneath his feet, he came up with a plan. It was a little rushed admittedly, and less a full fledged plan as much as it was a little subterfuge that he would use to shape the rest of the events that followed into the result he desired, but still. When the result would be marrying the woman he was increasingly sure was the yoke mate that William Whately had described in his sermon The Bride Bush, how could he resist enacting it?

“Oh dear! The time we spent lingering back there has cost us. I’m afraid we won’t make it before nightfall.”

Everyone’s faces morphed into varying degrees of horror and dismay.

“But it’s not safe to travel during the night! And we’re too far from Bonesborrough to head back now!”

Dirtrude’s voice was shrill with panic, eyes darting around as if she could see imaginary creatures swooping in and carrying them off as they attempted to travel safely. Perfect.

“Thankfully, I’ve explored these stretches of woods many times before. I know a safe place to spend the night nearby. I often find I’d rather risk the cruelty of nature as opposed to that of the townspeople.”

The whole party looked at him in pity, and he felt a thrill as (Y/N) laid her other hand on his shoulder, drawing his attention to her as she gazed up at him.

“How far away is this place?”

“Not far. A little ways behind us, but not enough that we shan’t reach it before the sun sets, and not so out of the way that it will inconvenience us when we get our start tomorrow.”

(Y/N) looked around at her companions, conferring silently with them until she nodded and turned her attention back to him.

“Lead the way then Philip.”

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Philip wrote in his journal, his work illuminated by the fire they had set for warmth. His description of (Y/N) was coming along nicely, her temperament and mannerisms unfolding easily beneath his pen.

He looked over to his side, and saw her face illuminated by the fire, resting and peaceful.

“Soon neither of us shall have to worry about any danger the Boiling Isles have to offer.”

He muttered, as he began a few detailed sketches of her. Her as she lay beside him now, her blushing as she looked up at him, her face broken out into a smile.

“Bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh.”

Never before had the meaning of the Word of God seemed so clear to him. William Whately’s words rang through his head once again, his teachings on the virtues necessary for marriage striking a chord beyond the academic and theological interest he had once observed the sermon with.

“We’ll find our way home (Y/N), don’t fret. Once I’ve rid this world of evil, I’ll be able to take you home to Gravesfield and marry you.”

He blew gently on the ink to dry it, observing her likeness fondly as he turned to gaze upon the real thing. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Sweet dreams my love.”

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💛 Dovely 💛 (Caleb Wittebane x Adorable! Dove! Palisman Reader)

Summary: You (the reader) gain an instant crush on the adorable blonde with thick brows who whistles to you and your friends.

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It was just another warm and pleasant day on the Boiling Isles, the daytime sky rich with orange and purples, as you and a group of your bird friends were joyfully chirping in a towering, leafy tree together.

You were a plump dove with fluttering eyelashes and the preenest of white feathers.

Suddenly, the bright conversation about which breads on the Isles were the tastiest began to die down when non-bird whistles were heard by you and your friends.

Shifting your gaze downward from the shared branch, you and your friends observed a fine young man with cropped golden hair.

The thickness of his black brows made him look extremely handsome, and his big and lively smile had a gentle excitement to it.

Your bird buddies were silent and unable to respond to the man's sweet whistles due to their inability to socialize with non-witches.

However, you didn't shy away from responding back.

"Coo, coo, coo!" you cooed, curling your slim and small beak into a smile.

Noticing that you were the only bird who responded back to his whistles, the man laughed and sent you another whistle, this one soft, which you found to be quite flirtatious as you felt your auriculars heat up a bit.

"Coo!" you cooed again as you watched the man offer you his index finger to land on.

With excitement, you accepted his offer, fluttering down gently as you perched on his finger with your little feet.

You began to look at the man's face.

His eyes were warm and bright, his orbs filled with so much life, and his nose had a prominent bridge that made it look curved.

It was clear that this man was cute and extremely good looking!

You wondered if he had a wife.

While gazing at the small bird, Caleb started to stroke its feathers with his finger.

He chuckled at the sight of you nuzzling against his touch.

"My, my, aren't you just lovely?" the blonde complimented, cooing softly.

"Coo, coo!"

"Well, dovely," he corrected himself, chuckling a second time.

Caleb made cute little kissy noises at you, causing you to go pink in the face as you smile and attempt to shield your shyness with your wing.

The things you would do to those lips if you had a pair of your own rather than a beak...

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✦ Hunter X Collector!Reader ✦

[Chapter Two: You Mean a Lot To me Too

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Camila looks at the portal in shock, having seen what monster her daughter been fighting. “That's the Belos you've been fighting this whole time?!” Camila shouted, and Willow starts moving Hunter waiting for him to stir awake. “Guys, Hunter isn't moving.” Willow said, tearfully looking at the others.

“Vee, call an ambulance.” Camila says, and Vee immediately does so. Willow had tears in her eyes, “Uh, do human doctors know about possession?” Willow asks, tearing up, and Luz looks at her, “Or Grimwalkers?” Luz says, and Camila looks at Willow and shock.

“Possession?!” Camila shouts. “Grimwalkers?!” Willow shouts, in shock looking at her, “We should still call a doctor.” Camila says, and Vee looks down, “I'm not getting cell reception.” Vee says sadly, and AMity looks down at Hunter worriedly.

“What do we do?” Amity asks, suddenly, a weakened Flapjack flies out of Luz’s pocket to Hunter, chirps sadly, then settles down, sacrificing his life by giving him his palisman essence to revive Hunter. As the other watch on; He dissolves into floating balls of light at the end. Hunter groans and slowly opens his eyes, which have turned brown, “Hey, guys. Is everyone else okay?” He asks weakly, and Gus and everyone look at each other sadly.

“Actually, Flapjack…” Gus says, looking back at Hunter, and Hunter grips his shirt, “Don't. Don't.” He cries, “I already know.” He says, and the others cry as well. Hunter sits up slowly from Willow’s lap, “Sit up slowly, baby. Are you in pain anywhere?” Camila asks, looking at him.

“I'm okay.” Hunter says, sadly, and then looks around worriedly, “Where’s Y/n?” He asked, and Gus looked at him, “After, Belos left your body he um..”

“He took over Y/n’s body and left through the portal.” Willow finished, looking at him sadly. Amity looked at Luz as she walked closer towards the portal, “Um, Luz. What did Belos mean when he said you helped him meet The Collectors? I mean, that was a lie, right?” Amity asked, and Luz turned to walk away.

“No, it was true. If it weren't for me, the Day of Unity would have never happened. There was this time pool, and I met him. I met him when he was still just Philip, and I taught him the light spell. I introduced him to The Collector. I set everything in motion. I'm sorry, everyone.” Luz said, and Amity looked at her, “Why did you keep all that a secret?” Amity asked, looking at her.

“I was scared. I thought you'd all hate me for it. Which is why I've made a decision. I think it'd be in everyone's best interest if I-” Luz said, looking at the portal.

“Took your mama to the Demon Realm!” Camila shouted, wrapping her arm around Luz, “What?!” Luz said, in shock, and Amity approaches Luz and hugs her, “I couldn't hate you, Luz. The fact that you still stand up for us means enough to me.” Amity says, to her.

“Mija, now that I've seen what you're up against, there is no way I'm letting you go back there alone. It is our duty to help your friends get back to their families.” Camila says, to her daughter, and Hunter walks up to her, “But…” Luz says.

“You were tricked. That's what Belos does. He tricks people. But if it weren't you, it would have been someone else, and then there'd be no one left to fight back. So let's do that. Let's fight back. Please? For Flapjack?” He says, and Luz smiles softly, “ ...For Flapjack.” She says, and the portal starts pulsing.

“The portal's closing.” Vee says, and Luz looks at it, “Then we better head in.” Luz says, and Hunter heads for the portal first, but stops, noticing one of the wolf ear hairclips on the ground. He kneels down and picks it up, and he grasps it in his hands. Looking at the portal ‘I’m coming Y/n’ he thought in his head, Holding his hand to his chest, “Time to go home, Flap.” and phases through the portal. Gus and WIllow follow him and both saying their goodbyes to the human realm.

“Goodbye, Human Realm. Thank you for showing me your secrets. I hope to see you again.” Gus says, phasing through the portal, “Thanks for the memories. We'll be back after we get some revenge.: Willow says, phasing through the portal.

Amity looks at Luz, “Luz, I know things are scary, and I don't know what the future holds. But it would be so cool if you were a part of that. But no more hiding, okay?” She asks, and Luz looks at her, “I understand. See you on the other side. Promise.” Luz says, holding Amity’s hand, and then gives her a kiss on the cheek. They let go of each other's hand as Luz watches her walk through the portal with her staff..

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[Y/n] brought her knees to her chest hugging them as she cried. She was floating in a black void all alone; no one around to comfort her no one around for her to lean a shoulder on. Once again she was alone. “No matter what, I’ll always end up being alone.” She mumbled into her knees, lifting up her head slightly.

“Hunter’s gone,” She whimpered, tightening her grip around her legs. More tears brimmed her eyes, “I-I’ll never see him again,” She sniffled, and hid her head back into her knees. Sobbing, despite having been alone for centuries and never having any friends, at this moment she’s never felt more alone.

She knew the other’s priority lay with saving their loved ones and the Boiling Isles. She wouldn’t blame them if they forgot about her and honestly, she would understand. Why, should they save her? They’d only known her for a couple of months not long at all, they didn’t know her much and she was still a collector and could turn on them. So why should they trust her?

[Y/n] sniffled, as she unclipped the remaining wolf ear hair clip from her head. Smiling sadly, she looked at it, her heart aching as she remembered Hunter’s love for wolves. Tears trickled down her cheeks, a gasp escaped her lips. What was this pain in her chest, and why did it hurt so much? She’s never cried this much before, this pain was unbearable and unimaginable. She whimpered, hugging the ear close to her chest as she cried.

“Hunter…” She whimpered, thinking about him and the butterflies returned to her stomach as she did so. She didn’t know what those feelings were that she felt whenever she was around him, but she liked it and now, he was gone and she’ll never be able to tell him.

“Poor little collector,” Belos said, the green sludge appearing on her right arm. She looked at it in shock and tried to shake it off. But it slowly crept its way further up her arm, “Get off of me!” She screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Crying, over friends that don’t even care about you.” He says, and she looked down shuddering, “You really think they care enough to even save you?” He asked, and she kept her eyes down tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Y-You, don’t know anything about me.” She said, the sludge creeping up her arm further and further till it was at her neck, “Oh, but I do.” He said, and she looked up, his voice echoing in the dark abyss that surrounded her, “You’re scared of being alone,” He says, and she purses her lips.

“You can’t stand your little sibling,” He said, and she looked down, staring blankly at her shoes.“You hate your older siblings the archivists,” He says, and she just looked down, “Your a lonely and pathetic girl,” He says, and she sniffles and covers her ears trying to ignore him but he keeps saying it over and over.

She sobs hugging her knees, “Hunter’s dead because of you, because you were too weak.” He said, and she dug her nails into the palm of her hand as she cried, shaking her head trying to ignore him.

“Besides, even if he was you really think he’d ever reciprocate your feelings?” He said, and she gasped lifting her head up from her knees. “Why would he ever like you?” He said, and her eyes widened and her entire body started shaking. Her nails dug into the palm of her hand drawing blood, and her chest ached, as she tried to catch her breath. She couldn’t breathe, she gripped the side of her head staring into the dark abyss while crying uncontrollably.

She wrapped her arms around herself gripping, her arm tightly while sobbing. Her tear drops float around her, “No one will ever like me.” She whimpered, hugging herself. Her eyes started to glow, and tears rolled down her cheeks turning into tiny stars.

The tiny stars formed into a constellation, and she gasped looking up as if looking up at the night sky. Tears rolled down her cheeks, as she remembered when Hunter and her stargazed together while; sharing a hot chocolate the moment he leaned his head onto her shoulder. Their hands accidentally touch, and them slowly intertwining their fingers. Willow helping [Y/n] with her hair, and cutting it shorter.

Every single moment, she spent with her friends played like a slide show among the stars. It all concluded with, the promise Hunter made to [Y/n]. She sniffled, reaching out for him but pulled her hand back, he was gone forever.

Her hands clenched into fists, and she fought to control her body back. She wasn’t going to let, Belos hurt or kill any more people she loved.

She started beating the crap out of Belos, wanting control over her body again. “Get….Out!” She screamed, like banshee.

It was a brutal mental battle but finally she got rid of him, and had control over her body once again.

[Y/n] collapsed, on the ground tiredly. A scar on the left side of her fast, one around her neck, and another on her left arm. She sighed, rolling over onto her back to look up at the sky.

Her eyes slowly becoming heavy, as sleep took over. “Maybe a little nap won’t hurt.” She said, mumbling before falling asleep.

‘Y/n?’

‘Y/n?’

‘Y/n?!’

“She isn’t waking up!” A familiar voice shouted, worriedly.

“Y/n? Y/n? Can you hear me?” The voice said again, sounding a bit more frantic and worried, his voice almost cracking, as if he was holding back tears.

“Please, y/n….” the voice now crying, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her holding her close. she felt warm all of a sudden and safe too.

“You mean so much to, an-” She groaned, “Y/n?” she groggily opened her eyes, her vision blurry and she looked around.

Her eyes widened seeing everyone, smiling as they looked at her. She looked up and her eyes widened seeing Hunter. Tears brimmed her eyes as she saw him, her face contorted as emotions overcame her.

“Hunter..” She whimpered, quickly wrapping her arms around him. Almost tackling him to the ground, “I thought I lost you,” she cried, she don’t care if everyone was watching.

Hunter’s cheeks were bright red, but he wrapped his arms around her returning the hug.

She sniffled, and pulled back from the hug. Hunter looked at her and noticed the scar on her face, neck and arm. She smiled sheepishly, “I’m sorry,” she said, looking at him knowingly talking about Flapjack.

He just nodded and stayed silent, she placed her hand over his, and smiled softly. Despite, her wanting to tell her about what happened there were more pressing matters at hand.

“I’ll tell you everything later, but first.” She said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a star and enlarged it.

“We’ve gotta go talk to my little sibling.” She said, smiling and Luz frowned. “Man, I already drawn out the teleportation glyph.” She said, and [Y/n] looked at her and frowned.

“You can still do that if you want?” She said, shrinking the star with her powers.

“It’ll be better actually then, they won’t know what hit ‘em’” [Y/n] said, standing to her feet. Walking towards the glyph and standing inside, a beam surrounds them and it sends them up to the archives.

“I can't believe that actually worked!” Willow said,

“Well you really beamed us up, eh, O'Bailey?” Camila chortles, and she playfully elbows Hunter. Both Hunter and Gus gasp at Camila mention of Cosmic Frontier.

Luz stares at her palisman, which is still shrouded in a colorful mist. She then grabs her staff.

“Beam us up! Beam us up! Beam us up!” Hunter and Gus chant, and [Y/n] couldn’t help but smile. Luz stares, at the spiraling mist in awe. “Guys?” Luz says, and Gus and Hunter areaughing happily, and everyone notices what’s about to Al happen to Luz palisman. “Come meet my Palisman!” She says, and everyone approaches the staff.

“What kind of magical creature will it be? A dragon?” Camila said, excitedly.

“A bird?” Hunter said.

“Oh, an otter!” Amity said.

“A spooky bat?” Willow said.

“ A... snake?” Gus said.

“You are close.” Luz says, smiling. a serpent like creature flies out from the mist and transforms into a bat, then scorpion, then dragon, before reverting back to its true form a cat like snake.

“She's a snake shifter! Her name is Stringbean, and she's PERFECT!” Luz said, and [Y/n] smiled seeing the cute Palisman.

Stringbean flies down to Luz’s palm as she speaks. She rubs herself on Luz’s face, and then flies towards everyone else. And then the other Palisman.

“¡Pero mira que preciosos mis bebés! ¡Ven, ven! (Translation: Oh look at all of mama's precious babies. Come here, come here.)” Camila said, cooing over the palisman.

Hunter smiles as he sees this, but is surprised when someone suddenly grabs his hand. He looks to his right and sees [Y/n] standing next to him.

“Thanks for what you said back there.” She smiles at Hunter, “You mean a lot to me too.” She says, and he immediately blushes, and starts tearing up, and sniffles.

[Y/n] also blushes at Hunter and tears up a bit, as they held each other’s pinky finger. “Cool. Happy to help.” He sniffles, as they intertwined their fingers together.

[a/n; short chapter but the next one will be longer and more angsty]

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Killing him softly (with your words)

Pairing: Hunter x gender neutral!reader

Warnings: Reference to pet death

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Hunter groaned and put his hand on his head, rubbing the bags under his eyes and letting his heavy head fall to the desk in his room. You looked up from the book you were reading and chuckled at the sight.

Hunter was face down on his desk he had carved, his arms limply at his sides swinging slightly at his movement. If you were fooled, you could have thought he was asleep.

"Hey," You said softly, setting your book down on the bed.

Hunter looked up tiredly at your voice, his head still resting on the desk but now on an angle facing you.

"You okay?" You asked once you got his attention.

Hunter blinked slowly and ran a finger lazily through his hair. " 'm tired." He slurred in exhaustion.

"Then come to bed, silly." You said with a smirk.

He groaned again and rolled his eyes lightly. "I can't. I can't sleep." He said boredly.

"Sure you can! Looks like you're about to pass out now." You pointed out.

He exhaled softly in slight amusement and sat up, leaning back into his chair.

"It's just.. Every time I close my eyes-" He began.

You listened intently, even when he paused for a moment to collect himself a bit.

"...I see Flapjack." He finished.

You frowned. It had been months since it had happened, but you didn't realize it had such an affect on him still. Yet again, that little cardinal was his best friend.

"You wanna talk about it?" You asked.

He shook his head and sighed softly. "No. I just want to sleep. I want to close my eyes and just be in darkness for a while like it didn't happen."

You frowned and patted the bed beside you. "Come to bed. I think I could try something that would help."

He opened his eyes he didn't remember closing at your offer and scoffed lightly as he got up.

"Pshh, I doubt it." Hunter said.

He sat on the bed next to you until you gestured him to your lap. He blushed but obliged, desperate for an ounce of rest. You put a hand in his hair and began working your magic. Even without your bard magic, you could already feel the effects working in no time. You began to sing softly.

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly.... With his song.

Killing me... Softly... With his song...

You began to quietly hum the first verse as you felt Hunter slowly melt into your body. You could feel it within a few seconds. His body was finally beginning to relax, getting heavier on top of you.

About halfway through the song, you heard soft puffs of air escape his slightly parted lips. You smiled and blushed lightly, pausing to kiss the crown of his head. He shifted lightly as you stopped carding your hands through his hair. Not wanting to wake him, you softly began another song. Hoping he could stay in his much deserved rest.

After a few minutes, you found yourself yawning and becoming slow with your deliberate movements. You looked down and positioned the sleeping boy next to you. You shut off the light and scooted next to him. He was now on his side and completely relaxed. He leaned into your side and held onto you. His grip causing the sleep to become more prevalent in your eyes.

You softly heard him mumble something in your ear as you drifted off. You didn't quite catch it, but it didn't seem important. Your eyes closed on their own accord as you also fell into a warm deep sleep. The two of you completely still the whole night, not waking up once.

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Hunter saw a warm shaft of light behind his eyes, causing them to flutter open. He closed his mouth which had apparently been open while he slept. He moved his hand to wipe the drool off his face before he froze. His arm was over someone. And that someone was you.

When did that happen?

He didn't even recall falling asleep, let alone dreaming. It was too early to remember. You looked so peaceful in your sleep. It made his heart flutter. He wanted nothing more than to protect you from the world.

Which was funny because he never felt that urge before. You sighed in your sleep and wiggled your head closer to his chest, still deeply asleep. His face burned red. You were so warm. He hadn't slept that good probably ever. Not since he was knocked unconscious more than once over the years.

It was a foreign feeling.

But it didn't feel bad. He paused and took in the moment.

It felt nice. It felt safe. He felt loved.

He shook away tears at that thought and yawned softly, still feeling quite worn down from the night before. He laid back down and stared at your peaceful sleeping form. And yet again  he felt his body trying to avoid sleep just by watching your eyelids flutter as you dreamt.

He barely had a thought in his mind as he fell unconscious again.

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It was the first good dream you had in weeks. You were sitting with Flapjack, feeding him some of your picnic you had prepared the morning before. He twittered happily as you offered a piece of your human sandwich. You heard the grass crunch in the distance and you looked up, seeing Hunter standing there awkwardly. He looked up at you with a light blush on his cheeks.

"Can I... Join you?" He asked timidly.

You smiled warmly and nodded. Gesturing to a spot on the picnic blanket next to you as you offered him some human food. He looked at it questionably before looking at your smiling face. He smiled back and took a bite of the sandwich, his pupils dilating in pleasure. His eyes widened as he looked to the food and then back at you. Not believing his taste buds at how good it was.

You giggled as you both chuckled for a bit and chatted while sharing food. It was the happiest you both had been in ages.

It slowly faded away as you opened your eyes to Hunter's shirt in your face. He was still fast asleep, holding you as he breathed slowly. You felt his breath softly tease the top of your hair. You could relish in this moment, even if for a little longer.

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Hijo de Satanás: Part I ♱

Warnings: Dead Dove/Do Not Eat, Bisexual Dom!Namor, Possessiveness, Power Dynamic, Choking, Praise K!nk, Trauma, Insecurity, etc.

Author's Note: This is my deep dive into Dark!Namor territory. I made him the egotistical bastard he was meant to be. Such is the nature of a God. Enjoy! ♱

Ch'ah Toh Almehen.  K'uk'ulkan. Namor. All 3 of these names have special meanings to him. The first was given to him by his dear mother, Fen. The 2nd was given to him by the close-knit people of Talokan. He created the 3rd after a Spanish priest cursed him before dying. There was one name that lingered in his psyche--Hijo de Satanás. He wasn’t oblivious to the darkness that lived inside him.

Although he was a beloved leader, his ruthlessness when provoked was an open secret. He didn't take kindly to being challenged. The horrors he witnessed were inconceivable. A hardened exterior formed around the winged god. When he buried his mother on the surface world, he took the lives of Spanish conquistadors with him as payback. More recently, he destroyed a military helicopter, killing both passengers. Talokan has been forced to relocate many times due to the advancement of ocean exploration & colonization. He was willing to do anything for his nation.

On a personal level, Namor made it clear that he didn't follow the scrupulous requirements of the surface world. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t try. His sexuality was fluid. Sexual escapades with men & women (or both at once) were commonplace. As disreputable as it was, he got off on being worshipped & being able to pleasure the people of his kingdom. There was little he could do wrong in their eyes. They weren’t judgmental like the people of the surface world.

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Life as Talokanil nobility was glorious. You worked as a scientific advisor. You conversed with him every day and kept him company as he painted gorgeous murals in his temple. He’d even let you paint with him. He was wise. He was loving. He was available. He became a dear confidant of yours. As time went on, he became more & more protective of you. Your time with other nobles dwindled. His flirtations became more obvious. You felt yourself falling for him but kept it friendly as you wanted to avoid any conflict of interest.

While discussing volcanic activity with a fellow nobleman, you saw Namor sit on his jade-embellished throne in the corner of your eye. His energy was off. You could feel his gaze burning holes in the side of your head. The nobleman took your hand in his, earning a sweet smile from you. You kissed him on the cheek, which made him blush. Namor slammed his spear into the mantle. It sent a shockwave through the surrounding water. Your coquetry was swiftly interrupted. The nobleman quickly gave his regards & swam away. Before you knew it, the enraged god returned to his cave.

As you arrived at his cave, waves of uneasiness washed over you. You wondered why he had free reign over any warm body in Talokan, but you had to play psychotherapist to him. You didn't mind the rapport that existed between you two, but the over-protectiveness was confusing. Your thoughts were interrupted by Namor surfacing from the reef below. You greeted him while he remained silent. Your face got red hot as he changed into dry clothes. His body was amazing. He looked at you with fire in his eyes & broke the silence:

“Ko'oten aca./Come here.” He said in a near-whisper.

You walked to him and looked down to avoid his stare. He gently lifted your chin. You resigned yourself to whatever punishment was coming. You decided to apologize to allay the severity of what was to come.   

“K'uk'ulkan, I am deeply sorry for my actions. It won’t happen again. Sa'asik in, Béet/Please forgive me.” You fretted.

He brushed his thumb against your lips. Testing the waters, you kissed it gently. He didn’t budge. You moved his hand to your throat, feeling him tighten his grip. His thumb brushed against your bottom lip. He then pulled you closer and you thought he would snap your neck.

“Such a tease. K'abéet a disciplina/You need discipline.” Namor sneered.

“Ts'áaten…Teene' je'el in/Give it to me. I can take it.” You cooed.

It took everything in him to not rip your gown off & fuck you to a sobbing mess. He never met anyone who was bold enough to challenge him the way you did. If he was honest with himself, it turned him on. He was going to put you in your place like he did so many others, but it wasn’t time yet. He needed to catch you when you least expected it. Such is the nature of a god.

“You are dismissed. Return to your room.” He said, a frigid attitude taking over him. He let go of you and turned away. You were deeply embarrassed. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes. You scurried away to your quarters.

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Later that night, you couldn’t sleep for obvious reasons. You decided to walk aimlessly around the cave to tire yourself out. Strange noises from Namor’s room broke you out your trance. As dangerous as it was, you decided to investigate. You heard the moans of 3 people as you moved closer. You peeked through the portiere and your eyes widened. A Talokanil commoner was writhing in pleasure as Namor thrusted into her at a vigorous pace. Another commoner kissed his shoulder while Namor pumped his  manhood furiously. Namor didn’t even look winded. You heard the male commoner sing Namor’s praises.

“Yes, K'uk'ulkan. Only you can satisfy me like this.” He cooed. Namor then leaned over and kissed him roughly. Your jaw dropped. You could’ve screamed out of amazement, but you didn’t risk it. Gossip of nightly rendezvous at the palace was swirling around, but now you had confirmation. You can’t deny that you dreamt of being in the positions of those commoners. From the looks of it, it was better than you imagined.

To be continued…

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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God. I’m going to reenter my Belos era after this episode. I can feel it coming. I have so many WIPs to finish