#twilight is like. around 18 years old

[smilesrobotlover]

I’m going to be evil a say death

“I’m not a child,” Twilight yelled, “I’ve seen my fair share of trials, I’ve seen death, I’ve seen things that still haunt me even when I’m awake!”

He marched up to Warriors and glared at up at him. Warriors stared at him sadly.

“I just wish that… someone as young as you didn’t go through that much,” Warriors said quietly.

[goldensunset]

*violently trembling* i need…. to find twilight princess for the wii… *gets shot by the ‘but you said you would finally play this one game!’ gun*

[author-main]

This is so fun *Drawing Twilight at his literal worst*

[saintobio]

LUCIFER.

his fall was not from grace, yet in his descent, he found freedom—a kingdom of his own making, where he rules not with light, but with the shadows it casts. and you, unfortunate soul, are the sin that fuels his eternal reign.

♱ genre. gothic, dark romance, smut, angels/demons au, 18+

♱ pairings. sylus, fem!reader

♱ tags. 5.2k wc. this fic will contain dark and twisted themes. please heed the warnings and proceed with proper discretion. demon!sylus, sylus is ooc, not set in lads universe, profanity, heavy sacrilege/blasphemy, catcalling, sadistic undertones, noncon/dubcon, toxic relationships, corruption, sex in church, dacryphilia, mentions of obsession, allusions to stockholm syndrome, yandere, fingering, unprotected sex, explicit smut.

♱ notes. this is an old rewritten/reimagined fic of mine bcos i saw a theory abt sylus being a demon. and coincidentally, rewatching a season of lucifer only made my brain rot tenfold D; so if you've seen me post this fic before with another character, pretend you didn't >:D

Thunder grumbled as a flash of lighting struck through the dark blanket of twilight skies. The rumbling sound angrily resonated through the stretch of clouds as if the heavens were to wash away human sins that have long been plaguing this era of the 21st century. A shower of rain soon followed that started in huge droplets and later cascaded from the slate gray clouds like waterfall. 

Checking your old leather watch, it was only 6PM. It had been two hours since the power outage doomed the whole neighborhood because the utility poles were severely damaged after the hurricane ravaged the city yesterday. 

The thick soles of your boots landed heavily on the tessellated sidewalk with every step, holding your umbrella closer to seal you from the heavy rainfall. Your eyes followed the beads of rain that bounced off the cold cement as your mind wandered further than where your body could take you to. 

You had left Sylus sleeping in bed back in your shared apartment so you could walk around the city and drop by the church. It wasn’t like you sneaked out, but was only reluctant to let him know of your whereabouts because you didn’t want him to follow you around, especially to such a scared place like church. Before you left, however, you did ensure that his silver cross was still enclosed around his collar just for your sanity. 

It had been a while since you last visited the church. With the power out and nothing else to do, you decided it was the perfect time to visit the cathedral where you always made your most solemn prayers.

The streets were still in shambles, though. Road signages were sprawled on the sidewalk, branches were barely hanging off the trees—the city had vestiges of wreckage from the hurricane that emptied a usually busy metropolitan area today. Most people were still at the leisure of their homes as work and classes have been suspended until further notice, for everyone’s safety and to allow the government to clean the roads. 

You could already imagine Sylus shaking his head at your resistance to just stay indoors and simply be with him. The only reason you were confident to leave his side today was because it had been awhile since the last incident. You could live with the thought of coming back home to Sylus and his usual self. Sylus, who was always thoughtful and tenderhearted albeit his dominant exterior. Never did you think that you could land a man of such warmth—a year in two days—but how you met was a story made for another day. 

Amidst the already dismal atmosphere outside, stepping by the narthex inside the baroque church greeted you with an even more caliginous surrounding. Darkness enshrouded the interiors of your chosen place of worship with only as much as three paschal torches by the apse to light up the altar. Still, with God’s presence, your feet carried you in slow footsteps along the velvet red aisle as you made your way towards the nave. 

You were alone in the eerie cathedral, but fear did not consume as you were in attendance to the crucifix above the high altar. This was your favorite cathedral among all the others in the city simply because of its gothic Victorian architecture.

Fixed with the cathedral’s grandeur and bedight with ornate decorations, you became more comfortable at situating yourself by the pew—genuflecting on the elevated wood behind the stretch of oak benches as soon as you found your usual spot. 

“In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit,” you whispered in sotto voce, performing a sign of the cross with your eyes glued to the crucifix that represented Jesus Christ. You had your elbows propped atop the bench as you silently prayed. 

Loving and gracious God, with all love and mercy, we thank you for blessing us with another day and protecting us in times of natural disaster. 

You wanted to ignore the unusual cold air that slithered on your skin in horripilation. Your prayer resumed despite the Stygian gloom that darkened the cathedral’s interior or the sound of the harsh wind slamming through the towering doors by the vestibule. The storm is coming again, you mentally noted. 

With your grace and kindness, Lord, I pray that you will continue to guide us—

The manly fleer echoing through the vacantness of the church made you halt from your recital. “I knew my cute church girl would be here.” 

You knew that devilish voice all too well that it had you shutting your eyes, petrified. No wonder the air felt sinister. But if your gut-feeling about him was right, then there was no need to be frightened. “Sylus, I’m in the middle of a prayer,” you hushed, although before you could turn around to face his silhouette, he had already transported to your side with a wicked smile plastered on his pallid face. 

“I’m not him,” he spoke in an orotund voice, stepping closer and closer. His ash blond hair did not hide his incarnadine eyes. “Stop looking for that runt when you’re with me.” 

You stepped out of the pew with a rapid heartbeat, standing by the aisle as the tall man towered over you. “S-Sylus, where’s your—” you searched for his silver cross and found it still hanging around his neck, “did you break it?” 

He glowered at your accusation. “You know I would if I could, sweetie.” 

You exhaled a deep sigh. This was not Sylus, this was the malevolent demon inside of him. You ought to be cautious of yourself. “Okay, well... Leave me alone. I’m praying.”

“Ordering me around?” Each step that he took reverberated across the cathedral. He stretched his head from side-to-side in a manner that showed his ennui. “Don’t you miss me, kitten?” 

There was no stopping to the loud thumping of your heart as you stood along the aisle with Sylus backing you off further to the center. “Sylus, I said not now,” you begged, but he refused to listen and only wiped his lower lip with his thumb. 

“I hate it when you make me wait,” he muttered, stepping forward until your lower back hit the credence table at the altar. You found yourself trapped in a decreasing distance between yourself and the sadistic devil in front of you. “Don’t look so scared. We do this every time.” 

“I’m not scared, but...” Your voice was getting softer, yet filled with fret. You pressed a hand on his chest as he locked your body with both arms around the table. “Please, not here.”

You had to be firm, you just had to be but you couldn’t muster the courage to fight back in Sylus’s presence. He was the embodiment of power and you were the representation of weakness. 

He was a demon that thrived on sin, and he drew strength from indulging in the seven deadly sins. Vainglory, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, sloth—all of those fueled his existence. Today, however, it was the third sin that consumed him, the one that ignited his darkest sexual desires. 

“I’ll be quick,” he bargained, undoing the upper buttons of your dress despite your failed attempts at pushing him away. Doing it at such a place! You sent him a glare but he only returned a sly smile. “How about we show your God what you’re really like underneath that maidenly exterior, hm? Show him how dirty you really are?”

God, help me. You desperately shook your head, now overthinking if someone could see what he was about to do to you in this holy sanctuary. Long before you could cover your chest, he already pinned your wrist on the side as he lowered the fabric to show your collar. “Sylus—!”

“Don’t be shy, kitten,” the whisper he sent through the shell of your ear caused shivers to your spine. With his heightened senses, he placed his mouth on your ear, “No one’s here to watch us except for your God. Be a good girl now.”

You tried to push him once more to no avail as he sucked on the flesh above your shoulder. There was no warning to prepare you from the sudden harsh suction. “I-It hurts!” 

Your nails dug into your palms to leave crescent marks on your flesh while you were squirming out of his strict hold. 

“It hurts? Good.” He continued to leave marks all over your flesh as he caged your waist around his arm. The feeling of his teeth pricking your skin had you whimpering in pain, and his eyes had grown rutilant when he momentarily pulled away to look at you. “You’ll hurt even more,” and then he erupted into a deep chuckle as if you were a meal that he was seasoning with a sprinkle of fear, “I should really just keep you for myself.” 

Your desire to breathe grew exponentially. “I’m not yours.” 

A low sneer and a dissatisfied ego had you pressed against the oak table in surprise. “Yes, you are,” he reiterated as though he was enforcing the idea in your head. “Your soul, your heart, your body—you are mine.” 

“I’m not! I wasn’t born in this world to be your property,” you protested, pulling away from his grip only to be slammed harsher on the table. You knew you should never anger a demon but his possessive nature irked you. Aside from your already shameful situation, you wanted nothing but to get away from him. “You’re evil.” 

“What makes you so brave? Your beliefs?” he gritted, reaching for an object near your head that turned out to be the Bible. “This?” he quickly opened the sacred handbook and ripped the pages in front of your very eyes with a distasteful smile. How easily he ripped it, how easily he also tossed it. “Whatever, then. There’s no God. You humans are complete idiots for worshiping a nonexistent being. Weren’t you the ones saying that I’d burn as soon as I stepped into a church?” 

“He is your father!” You sat back up, revolted by his blasphemy. He had no right to mock God like this. “Don’t taint my beliefs with yours. My faith in Him is stronger than you think.” 

“You should know what it’s like to be in hell before you say that shit,” he retorted, placing his lips back on your ear, “I’ll take you there with me.” 

This is not the time and place! What a shameful situation he was putting you through, so unbelievably shameful and obscene that you couldn’t look at him in the eyes. “Sylus, I swear. I’m going home if you’re gonna keep on—”

He huffed, showing boredom by dismissing you with a wave of his hand. “Ah, fine. You’re boring. Continue the prayer, then.”

For one of two things; first, Sylus would never let you off easily. Every act of defiance would garner you a punishment. Second, he was a time bomb. You never knew when his most cruel intentions would come to show. He was a malefic being that wouldn’t give two shits about where he was as long as he was having fun at torturing your soul. 

You should have known that when you chose to finish your prayer back at the pew. Sylus would simply not last long enough to just sit by your side in his apathy. 

“Holy Father, please forgive us for our sins—”

He snorted in ill-humor. “Pitiful.” 

And while you sat there looking up at the crucifix, Sylus’s hand was already sneaking its way under your skirt. His icy fingers traced your inner thighs until he reached your center, and that was when you finally grabbed his wrist to stop him with wide, scandalized eyes. Was anyone on the qui vive to see you right now? 

“Sylus, for heaven’s sake,” you hissed, pulling his wrist away but his slender fingers were already coordinating motions against your clothed core. You had to look around in panic lest there be any unknown audience peeking from the shadows. Despite your refusal to submit, the contact was eliciting suppressed moans out of your parted lips. “Y-You’re insane. This isn’t the place.” 

His smile was full of triumph and excitement, his right eye glowing ominously he spoke. “What makes it different?” he asked, raising your skirt and inserting his fingers inside your underwear. You had to press your lips together as soon as he started rubbing his fingers on your clit. “See, you enjoy the fuck out of it. I can see through your deepest desires, kitten. It’s telling me… ‘don’t stop’.” 

Your palm was pressed on his chest while his other hand tried to spread your legs open. The very position you were in—leaned on the wooden bench, legs spread apart, and being fingered in the presence of God—you were certainly going to hell. This was going against your belief, having your chastity corrupted in arrant disgrace by a man who was the devil himself. 

How exactly did you find yourself in this predicament? You came here to offer a quick prayer, not to be pressed on the bench by a man who was now unbuckling his belt in haste. You could only think of how Sylus, who was an angel beyond his demons, was perhaps trying to come out of being trapped in the dungeon where Satan had him caged.

“This is so wrong,” your lips quivered as you spoke, both of the curling of your toes and of the shameless sacrilegious act. You knew you couldn’t stop this no matter how hard you tried because Sylus would remain tenacious until he got what he wanted. 

With that, you fully submitted yourself to him and let the back of your head rest on the wooden surface while you stared at the stained glass that roofed the cathedral in different hues. 

Sylus was fast to display a smirk while positioning his hardened length on your entrance. The bands of your underwear were now resting mid-thigh as he pressed himself down on you with one knee supporting the angle of his hips. He was running his throbbing tip between your plump folds to lubricate himself with your slick. No screams could be released because you restrained your own whimpers, but your tears brimmed on the corner of your eyes from the initial penetration. 

“Ngh!” Your nails dug deep on his forearms. “S-Sylus!” 

“Are you crying?” His carmine eyes glinted of sadistic humor, running his gelid thumb across your lower lip only to sink it deep inside your mouth. “How does it feel knowing that the God you worship can’t save you?” 

A tear slid down from your eyes to your temple as Sylus started moving his hips in an achingly slow rhythm, each thrust going deeper than the last. You almost bit his thumb before he released your mouth by gripping your wrist. “Sylus—someone could see—!”

To your irony, the crucifix stared down at you and enkindled your conscience from this sinful act. Father, forgive me. You could only whisper those words in your head because your mouth was too occupied in crying out Sylus’s name.

“So warm.” It was hard not to think of how attracted he looked when he raked his fingers through his hair, later meeting your eyes with overpowering lust. He didn’t hold back at burying his cock into your cavern, allowing your walls to fit his girth like tight gloves—the feeling garnering his raspy grunt. “You’re mine, sweetie. All mine.” 

Sylus. You blinked your tears away as you closed your eyes. Sylus’s lips were now on your neck as he increased the pace of his member sliding in and out of your cunt with squelching noises that shamelessly echoed across the cathedral. “Sylus,” your lips were on his ear, “we’re in—aah—church.”

Unlike you, he was nonchalant about the sacredness of the house of God. He was mocking the supreme being that you held faith to as an act of engraving his existence into your mortal soul. While you restrained your moans as he slammed his pelvis against your hole, there was fulfillment rattling in his bones when he pressed your face to the side before diving in to suck on your sweet flesh.

“Cry more. Did you know your walls get warmer when you’re aroused?”

It was hard to describe the feeling. The median between pain and pleasure was the closest example you could liken it to. The grazing of his fangs added to the burning sensation that you had all over your body as if fire was ignited to light up all your nerves. 

Your hand latched onto his shirt before his body collapsed on top of you. With your legs spread wide, his head hung low on your neck—still and unmoving, strangely like he had fallen asleep. 

“Sylus.” You tapped his arm through the heavy rise and fall of your chest.

And before you could move away, he shot straight up and looked at you with those foxy incarnadine eyes that were now in the shade of deep crimson. Eyes that were wide and full of horror as he looked around the cathedral before he slowly realized what he had just done. 

“Y/N,” he said your name regretfully, pulling your dress down to cover your exposed parts, “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, I did this—? I don’t—” 

Long dried were the tears on your cheek. As you two scrambled to fix your clothes, you pulled him into a hug while he murmured endless sorry’s to your ear. At least, for now he was back. That was the most important thing with all the sanity you had left. 

“Just get me out of here, Sy,” you said, back into the arms of your human lover. 

~~

You’ve always wondered why Sylus often slept during the day. Or why his normal heartbeat was at the pace of someone who was having a heart attack. Or why he could get serious wounds but managed to heal himself fast. Sometimes he would disappear from your sight and transport himself into another. Sometimes he would see and hear things a thousand times clearer than any other person could. 

For almost a year of dating, these questions only came up to you without much of an answer. You thought that you were simply theorizing over things that you shouldn’t. Why does Sylus always wear that cross around his neck? At the back of your head, you were always intrigued. 

You didn’t find out about the real reason until two months ago when you finally met ‘Lucifer’ out of nowhere. If Sylus was Jekyll, Lucifer was his Hyde. It was his way to allow you to form a dissociation between the two beings in one body. 

You never believed in devils until Sylus showed his demonic face to you one night while you were supposedly peacefully sleeping. You recalled the screams that you released when you found out that Sylus was the fallen angel all along. That the rosary around his neck was meant to seal his dark side, the side that you still didn’t know much of. Up until this day, he didn’t provide a concrete answer as to why he needed to seal himself. He was taciturn about the topic of his other self despite you bringing it up every now and then. 

But because you loved him, trusted him, and believed him when he said that he didn’t plan to hurt you—you stayed. You knew his human side better than the monster within him, so you told yourself that you could stay for him. You just needed to learn more about him. 

There were still moments where you felt cautious around him, but when you looked to see his softened expression, you were comfortable at seeing the Sylus that you knew. 

“Y/N,” he broke the silence that lingered between you two as you walked around the city, “I’m sorry.” 

You tugged at his hand in reassurance. “It’s okay, I just...” As flashbacks of the earlier events returned to your head, you felt ashamed at having done such dirty deeds at a holy place. “He always gets what he wants.” 

Because you let him. 

“I can’t do anything when I’m trapped,” Sylus mumbled, keeping up with your footsteps as you strode along the street. 

Your curiosity bubbled from his statement. “What happens when he’s taking over?” 

This time, Sylus didn’t shy away from giving an answer while he interlaced his hand with yours. “I can hear everything, but I can’t feel or see. It’s all black, like I’m in a dark void.” 

“Like comatose?” 

“You could say that.”

How could a rosary seal his other self? How come he had two versions of him? 

“He’s obsessed with you,” he admitted, frowning at the thought as you passed rows and rows of boutiques and restaurants. “Your soul, your scent, your body. That’s probably why he always has the urge to come out.” 

The thought of it permeated heat on your cheeks even when it shouldn’t. Sylus had always been sweet and loving with his intimacy with you, but his other side was rough and sadistic. He liked tormenting your innocence with his immorality. 

“You said the rosary was meant to seal him, but how come he keeps on—”

“It doesn’t work these days. Only my father can help, but I don’t wanna go that far just to tell him about this.” 

Father. It was the first time he had ever spoken about his father in your twelve months together. Or did he mean father as in God? “Where’s your father, Sylus? Or the rest of your family? Are the other archangels roaming on Earth, too?” 

You could see it in his saintly face that he was about to give an answer and you anticipated it, not until the nearby catcalling distracted you two. 

“Nice legs, gorgeous,” whistled the man who was leaning by the street railings with a cigarette in his hand. The man was probably in his mid-40’s with disheveled hair and unshaved face. You sent him a glare but a crude wink was returned. 

“It’s a bit rude to ogle at my woman in front of me, don’t you think?” was Sylus’s warning, the tendrils of his black-red mist extending to surround the man.

You could hear the man hooting again, unaware of what would become of him. “Ha ha! You punk. I’d spread those legs in a heartbeat.” 

While Sylus’s eyes were deepening into a darker hue, you knew you couldn’t risk seeing him release his demonic side again. It was a dangerous gamble. And the city could become a bloodbath. So, in your insistence, you told your lover to just leave it be.

“Sylus, let it go,” you gently asked, tugging at his arm softly. You wanted to avoid confrontation and just continue walking with you until you could reach your destination. “It’s okay.”

~~

“Happy anniversary to my favorite couple!” 

The clinking of glasses was followed by cheers on the booth where your boyfriend and your friends sat together. It was Avery’s idea to celebrate the special day two days prior as an excuse to hang out and drink. Luke and Kieran, being Sylus’s minions, were very much willing to join. 

“It’s not until Wednesday,” Sylus corrected with a smile, sipping on his pint before putting an arm around you. He gestured towards Avery and Luke with a knowing look. “Now you two should date each other.” 

You giggled at the thought. “Yeah, I totally support that.” 

Instead, the two of them reacted heavily against it—faking a gag, making a face, name it all. They were adamant on showing how disgusted they were at the thought of dating each other and it was quite a hilarious sight to watch. 

“Boss, come on,” Luke replied in outward distaste. 

Avery, on one hand, was rolling her eyes. “You wish I was interested. I’d rather do Kieran than you.” 

Kieran was Luke’s twin, the less obnoxious and more empathic one. But when those two were combined, their level of mischief wasn’t really any different from each other. 

“Picking Kieran is the most insulting thing you can say to me,” huffed Luke, earning yours and Avery’s chuckle. 

After an exchange of playful banter and teasing remarks, the conversation was redirected back to you and Sylus as Avery curiously brought up how you first met your boyfriend. It was only a year ago and the memory was still vivid in your head. 

“Oh my God. I remember how Y/N first saw you at this auction,” she gushed towards your boyfriend while you blushed, gripping his arm closer, “and she’s acting like she just saw her soulmate.” 

Kieran decided to chime in, “Boss was looking at her too, though. He may look tough, but he’s a hopeless romantic deep down—”

“Enough,” Sylus warned before sipping on his glass. 

You rested your head on his shoulder and relaxed against him. “Next thing you guys know, we’re living together.” 

Frankly, everything was normal until Sylus showed up. 

“What do you like most about her, Sylus?” Avery egged on with a grin spreading on her face. 

Your boyfriend didn’t even take a second to answer, “She’s cute like a cat,” he said, caressing your hand with his thumb from under the table, “and smart, and caring. Can get spicy, too. It won’t end.” 

Sylus was the same, if not better. You didn’t have much experience when it came to dating, but you were surely on top of the luck department for being blessed with a man like him. He was the most protective person you knew, the most affectionate, the most thoughtful. Sylus was the moon that illuminated your dark nights. You could even remember how he would wait outside of your workplace to pick you up in his motorcycle—those were the little things that lasted for a lifetime in someone’s memory. 

“She’s also a nun.” 

The sudden panic in your eyes came simultaneous to the fast beating of your heart. You swiftly whipped your head to look at Sylus who was now displaying a deriding smirk across his pale face. Oh, were you doomed. The ruby eyes and the stony face was clear confirmation that the demon had taken over him. Twice in the same day. 

Even Avery was surprised by his word of choice, but nonetheless found it amusing as it was rare for them to see Sylus acting bold. You were grateful for her obliviousness because you didn’t know how else you could explain the situation at hand.

“She’s a what, boss-man?” Luke jeered, chugging on his pint and looking at his boss in his newfound entertainment. He was among the very few people that knew Sylus’s true nature. Because the twins were demons like him.

“A nun,” Sylus answered, sending a look of mischief your way. You were deeply panicking that you had to squeeze his hand in hopes of stopping him from showing his true colors. “What? Don’t be shy, kitten. Didn’t we have fun in that church?”

You quickly shook your head and denied it in front of your friends. “We didn’t. Don’t believe him.”

Avery was unbelievably taken aback. “Wow,” she held back a chuckle, “I didn’t know Sylus has a vulgar mouth.” 

~~

The night carried on while the downpour engulfed the streets heavily. Your desperation to leave the dinner earlier than intended was solely because you weren’t comfortable at having Sylus around other people. The man was clearly enjoying the embarrassment that he was putting you through. And you, you were only being cautious. Who knew what things he could do to Avery while in his other form? 

You didn’t want things to end up where Sylus would be ostracized by the people who knew him just because they couldn’t understand that he was completely harmless in his benevolent self. 

It took a lot of effort to finally make an excuse of getting home early while the skies have temporarily calmed down. However, as you two strolled across the street, Sylus wouldn’t stop blabbering on and on about how you should have stayed more to talk about how prudish you were. 

“I’m not in the mood right now,” you spoke in a detached voice, moving away from him as you walked together. Because you ruined it, you wanted to add. The cold breeze kissed your face through the dark. 

Sylus only moved closer to you. “You shouldn’t be so uptight,” he countered, “Is that how kittens should act? Or do I punish you back at home?”

Punishments. You didn’t wish to go through another round of his ‘punishments’ because you weren’t certain at how creative he could be at delivering them. There was no doubt that a man who traversed the ages would have seen enough torture devices used during the earlier times. Perhaps he could get inspiration from those. 

“I just wanna go home,” you muttered, almost inaudibly had his heightened hearing senses not worked. 

“Good, then I can have fun with y—” Sylus halted from his words as his face froze at the sight in front of him. His body had completely gone stiff and his jaws were clenched. You would have thought that he was angry until that evil upturn of his lips came to show. 

“Sylus...”

Following his sight, he was all eyes on a man from a distance before he dashed towards the stranger, leaving you utterly stupefied from where you stood. What’s he on about? You rushed as your heels landed in lightweight steps across the sidewalk while you watched in terror how Sylus mercilessly throttled the man by the neck and dragged him into a dark alleyway. 

“Sylus, stop!” 

As you reached him with a panting breath, you realized that the man he was holding high up against the wall was the same person that catcalled you earlier. The man was wriggling away from Sylus’s tight grip, only to be asphyxiated harsher than before. 

“Wh-What’s your problem?” The man struggled to breathe due to the strangulation and you were pulling Sylus’s other arm to stop him. 

At the sight of Sylus’s crimson eyes and vicious stance, you knew there was nothing much you could do to prevent harm. He was determined to do what he wanted without paying attention to his surroundings. 

“You’re fantasizing her, huh?” Sylus taunted with a sinister undertone in his words. “You wanna spread ‘em open?” 

Recalling the very words he spoke, the man saw you with frantic eyes as his face was reddening from the lack of oxygen. With a rushed shake of the head and a face that was begging for sympathy, he tried to break free. “N-No, no. She’s—haaa! She’s all yours.” 

“Sylus, stop it.” You grabbed his arms and attempted your best to pull him away despite the trepidation that caused you goosebumps. “Please stop, you’re gonna kill him.” 

Every time you saw this demonic creature, you were learning new things about him and most of those things were of the worst kind. Not only was he possessive—he was diabolical, potentially obsessive, and a cutthroat sadist who wouldn’t even blink before ending someone’s life. This was the true nature of a demon, not some silly fantasy that today’s pop-culture portrayed them to be. 

He was a body without a soul.

Unfortunately, you should have thought twice before choosing to get involved with him. 

“That’s my plan, sweetie.” 

[kaynothanks]

THE BARGAIN STORE

Pairing: Loki x goddess!reader

Summary: You, a goddess hiding on Earth, encounter Loki, who eons ago vowed to kill you. Loki never was one to keep his word.

Warnings: (18+ mdni) loki, what else? the smut just happened, i don’t even know how (yes, I do), oral (f receiving), loki has ulterior motives, mention of blood (lip), unprotected p in v, vaginal fingering

Word-Count: 6.5 k

Nobody suspected anything. Never had. For the past few decades, you had been the owner of your little shop, after spending many centuries on the run.

Throughout centuries, there had been wars and revolutions, plagues and remedies. You had stood witness to them all. Watched from the distance as civilizations went into ruin and new ones emerged. You had made sure not to get too involved. It wasn’t your place; not your planet and not your people. Still, you had been on earth for a big part of your lifespan. In your world, you weren’t anything special, a sheep in a broad herd. And you had had enough of it. So, you had left. Ran from your responsibilities, bid no goodbyes and settled for something less.

Centuries had woven themselves into the very fabric of your being, each era a thread in the intricate tapestry of your existence. You had been many things: a whisper in the wind, a shadow in the twilight, a force as ancient and unyielding as the stars themselves. Yet, for the last few decades, you had chosen a far simpler, more unassuming role—a shopkeeper, tending to a quaint little establishment nestled on a serene street, far removed from the cacophony of the bustling city that surrounded it.

Your shop was a sanctuary, not just for you, but for all who sought refuge within its walls. From the outside, it appeared no different from any other boutique that dealt in herbs, teas, and the occasional curious trinket. However, its essence was imbued with something far more ancient, a magic that hummed quietly beneath the surface, perceptible only to those who truly believed or those who, like you, were of another world entirely.

This little shop was your haven, a place where you could be both less and more than what you were. Here, you were not the goddess who had danced among the stars, who had witnessed the rise and fall of empires, who had fled from a war that threatened to consume her very soul. Here, you were simply the keeper of secrets, of remedies both mundane and magical, offering solace to the weary and the lost.

Your reasons for choosing this existence were manifold, but at their core lay a desire for peace, for a semblance of normalcy in a life that had been anything but. You had grown weary of the endless conflicts that had defined your existence, of the power struggles that had torn apart realms and ravaged worlds. Earth, with all its simplicity and complexity, offered a respite, a place where you could hide in plain sight among its inhabitants, who remained blissfully unaware of the greater cosmos that swirled around them.

The shop became a reflection of your desire for tranquility. Its walls were lined with shelves laden with jars and bottles, each containing herbs and potions that held whispers of your old world. You delighted in the mundane tasks of tending to your plants, mixing herbs, and brewing teas, finding a sense of purpose in the healing and comfort your creations provided. Your customers, none the wiser to the true nature of your being, were drawn to your shop by an inexplicable pull, leaving with remedies for their ailments and, sometimes, a lighter heart.

For years, this life had been enough. You had convinced yourself that you could forget, that you could move beyond the past and forge a new existence among the humans you had come to cherish. But the past, as it often does, refused to remain buried. It came for you on an unremarkable day, shattering the peace you had so carefully built with the ringing of the shop's bell and the entrance of a figure from a life you had tried to leave behind.

Loki's arrival was a storm on the horizon, a harbinger of chaos that threatened to upend the world you had created. The God of Mischief, with his piercing gaze and sly grin, embodied everything you had fled from: the power, the destruction, the endless machinations of gods and men. His presence in your shop, a place that had been untouched by the affairs of gods for so long, was a stark reminder that one could never truly escape their nature or their past.

The last time you had seen Loki, it was on the battlefield. You had been on opposing sides, and his last words to you were a vow of death. Yet, here he stood, looking around your shop with a curious gleam in his eyes, not having recognized you yet. Or had he? With Loki, one could never be too sure. You steadied yourself, the mask of the shopkeeper sliding effortlessly into place. "Can I help you find anything?" Your voice was calm, betraying none of the turmoil inside.

Loki turned his attention to you, his green eyes piercing. For a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of recognition, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. "I'm looking for something unique," he declared, the silk of his voice wrapping around you like a familiar shroud. His steps were measured as he approached, the predator within barely leashed. "A gift for someone who values... rare items."

You couldn't help but wonder who Loki would consider worthy of a gift. Your curiosity, however, was a dangerous thing, especially around him. "I have a few rare herbs and special tea blends. If you're looking for something more unique, perhaps a potion or two? Depending on what you wish to achieve." You kept your tone neutral, professional.

It was a game of cat and mouse, and you both knew it. Loki's lips twitched into a smile, and he moved closer, his gaze never leaving yours. "And what would you recommend for someone seeking... forgiveness?"

The question caught you off guard, and for a moment, the mask slipped. Loki was asking for forgiveness? From whom? The thought that it might be you crossed your mind, but you dismissed it just as quickly. "Forgiveness is not easily obtained by potions alone. It requires sincerity and action. But," you paused, turning to fetch a small, unassuming bottle from a shelf behind you, "this may aid in opening the heart to forgiveness, making it more receptive."

He took the bottle, examining it with a thoughtful expression. "And what do you seek, shopkeeper? What would you have me pay for this aid?"

"Peace," the word slipped out before you could stop it. It was the truth, however. Peace was all you had sought by coming to Earth, peace from your past, from the endless battles and politics of gods.

"A tall order," Loki mused, placing the bottle down and stepping closer, invading your personal space. "But perhaps not impossible."

The tension between you was palpable, a dance of curiosity, old grudges, and unspoken questions. "Why are you here, Loki?" you dared to ask, needing to know his purpose. Your heart raced, not just from surprise but from a resurgence of a darker thrill you thought you had buried deep within. The life you had led before, filled with power plays and destruction, beckoned with a seductive finger through Loki's emerald gaze. As Loki dared to step closer, crossing the invisible boundary you had mentally drawn around yourself, a surge of defiance ignited within you. Your heart raced, not solely with fear but with the resurgence of a power you had long kept dormant. With a thought as sharp as a whispered incantation, you summoned a dagger into existence. It materialized in your hand, its golden blade gleaming with a light that spoke of ancient magics and forgotten realms. This was no mere weapon but a relic of your divine heritage, a testament to the might you once wielded freely.

You didn't hesitate. The years had taught you caution, yes, but they had also honed your instincts, sharpened them into lethal points. As Loki advanced, a smile playing on his lips as if he were merely a predator toying with his prey, you struck. The movement was fluid, a dance you had performed countless times across the battlegrounds of the stars. The blade sliced through the air, aimed with deadly precision at the figure before you.

But the strike met no resistance. Instead, the dagger sliced through the illusion, the projection of Loki dissipating into nothingness, leaving behind only the faintest traces of his magic in the air. It was a trick, a mere sleight of hand from the God of Mischief, and you had fallen for it. A cold realization washed over you, a reminder of Loki's cunning, of the depths of his power which, it seemed, had only grown over the years.

Before you could recover, before you could even curse your own folly, arms enveloped you from behind. It was an embrace as familiar as it was unexpected, one that spoke of countless lifetimes and entwined destinies. His hand snaked around your waist, securing you against him with an intimacy that belied the years of separation and the shadow of past betrayals. The other hand, firm and unyielding, gripped hold of your wrist, effortlessly disarming you of the dagger you had conjured. Its golden light flickered and died, leaving you exposed, vulnerable in a way that went beyond the physical.

Loki's breath was warm against your neck, his presence a cloak of inevitability you found yourself powerless to resist. "How I have missed you, darling," he murmured, the words vibrating against your skin, a mix of threat and endearment. In that moment, with Loki's arms around you and his voice weaving spells of its own, you were transported back across the aeons, to a time when love and war were intermingled, and your fate was inseparably tied to the whims of gods.

The realization that the figure you had attacked was but a projection, a mere echo of Loki's true self, sank in with a weight that was almost suffocating. It was a reminder of his mastery over illusions, over the realities he could weave with a mere thought. Yet, the arms that held you, the breath that teased the hairs at the nape of your neck, they were undeniably real. This was no illusion but the god himself, in flesh and blood, as tangible as the tumultuous history you shared.

The conflict within you, a storm of emotions and memories, raged with renewed intensity. Loki's proximity, his touch, it reignited flames you thought had long since turned to ash. But this was not the time for reminiscences, for getting lost in what had been. The immediate truth was that Loki, the very being who had once vowed your destruction, now held you within his grasp, not as an enemy, but with a possessiveness that spoke of deeper, more complex intentions.

As his hand released your wrist, letting the vanished dagger be forgotten, you were left to grapple with the reality of his return. His words, laden with an emotion you couldn't quite decipher, echoed in the silence that followed. Was it a declaration, a manipulation, or something in between? With Loki, the lines were always blurred, the truth as shifting as the sands of time. The shop around you, once a sanctuary of peace, now felt like a stage set for a confrontation centuries in the making. The tranquility you had so carefully cultivated was shattered, replaced by the crackling energy of a storm about to break. Loki's presence, both familiar and foreboding, promised nothing and everything, a paradox that was his very essence.

Still ensnared in Loki's unexpected embrace, his words lingering in the air between you, a whirlwind of emotions battled within you. Anger, betrayal, and a flicker of something dangerously akin to longing. His presence, his closeness, was overwhelming, yet you found the clarity to make a choice. You would play his game, match his deceit with your own cunning, even as thoughts of vengeance danced just beneath the surface of your composed exterior.

Turning your head to face him, you allowed the moment to stretch, to teeter on the edge of something neither of you could fully grasp. Your lips hovered so close to his, the heat of his breath mingling with yours, a tantalizing promise of what could be. "Have you now, my love?" The words slipped from your lips, laced with a venom sweetened by the honeyed guise of affection. It was a challenge, a provocation, delivered with the precision of one who knew just how to stir the god of mischief.

Loki responded not with words, but with action. He hummed, a sound that vibrated with a multitude of unspoken thoughts and desires, before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. It was a bold move, one that sought to bridge centuries of separation and silence with the intimacy of a moment. The kiss was a fusion of past and present, a clash of wills and desires, as complex and enigmatic as Loki himself.

Yet, as his lips moved against yours, a part of you recoiled, a reminder of the chasm that lay between what was and what could never be. With a resolve as cold and sharp as a blade, your hand found its way into the silk of his dark locks. You allowed yourself a brief second, a heartbeat, to feel the warmth of him, to breathe in the scent that was undeniably Loki, before your fingers curled into a fist, gripping tightly.

With a swift, decisive motion, you pulled him away, breaking the kiss, severing the illusion of reconciliation and intimacy. "I don't believe you for a second," you hissed, the words dark and laden with all the unspoken truths and lies that had accumulated over the years. It was a declaration of war as much as it was a rejection, a line drawn in the sand that marked the boundary between past affections and present distrust.

Loki, taken aback by the suddenness of your rejection, the intensity of your grip, could only stare, the mask of charm and seduction slipping to reveal a glimpse of the genuine surprise and, perhaps, a flicker of a bruised ego beneath his mask. The god of mischief, so accustomed to being the orchestrator of deceit, found himself momentarily at a loss, caught in the web of his own making. The air between you crackled with tension, charged with the electricity of a storm on the horizon. In that moment, with the remnants of the kiss still lingering like a phantom touch upon your lips, the complexity of your relationship with Loki was laid bare. It was a tapestry woven with threads of love and hatred, betrayal and longing, each stitch a testament to the turbulent history you shared.

Your defiance, your refusal to succumb to the seduction of a momentary weakness, set the stage for what was to come. It was a declaration that you were no longer the deity who had fled, who had sought refuge in the shadows of anonymity. You were a force to be reckoned with, a player in the game of gods, and Loki would do well to remember that.

Loki's response to your defiance was as swift as it was unpredictable. His initial surprise at your resistance melted away into that all-too-familiar grin, a mischievous curve of his lips that had always heralded trouble. The atmosphere shifted palpably, charged with a tension that was as much about power as it was about the unresolved history simmering between you. He advanced, the godly aura that clung to him making the air around you thrum with energy. His approach was deliberate, each step calculated to intimidate and enthrall in equal measure. You found yourself retreating until the solid form of the front desk halted your escape, the mundane reality of your shop a stark contrast to the unfolding drama.

Loki's fingers, cool and assertive, found the hem of your clothes, tugging with a playful yet disapproving frown. "I must confess, I find myself at odds with your choice of attire," he remarked, his voice a low purr that vibrated with an undercurrent of something darker. "These... mundane garments do not suit you. I miss the dresses of old, the ones that whispered secrets against your skin, the ones I could remove with but a thought." His words were a deliberate provocation, designed to unnerve and reminisce a past intimacy that had once been.

Before you could muster a retort or push him away, he lifted you with an ease that spoke of his godly strength, sitting you atop the counter with a possessive certainty. The action was bold, an invasion of personal space that he seemed to relish, watching for your reaction, gauging how far he could push before you snapped. His behavior, this blend of familiarity and threat, placed you at a crossroads. Part of you, the part hardened by centuries of hiding and surviving, screamed for caution, for you to summon your powers and push him away, to reinforce the boundaries he so blatantly disregarded. Yet, another part, perhaps the part that had once known him more intimately, that remembered the complexity of his character, urged you to wait, to use this proximity to your advantage.

The realization dawned on you then, amid the tension and the charged air, that Loki's tactics had shifted because he needed something from you. His words, his actions, were part of a larger game, one that involved merely his goal, and by extension, you. It was a game of manipulation, of old affections twisted into new strategies, but it was also a game you could play.

"So, you miss the past," you found yourself saying, voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling within you. Your eyes locked with his, a challenge laid bare. "But the past is a realm even you cannot return to, Loki. We are not who we once were, and desires... desires can be as fleeting as they are dangerous." It was a gamble, invoking both your shared history and the undeniable tension of the present. You sought to remind him that you were not the same deity he had once known, that you had grown and changed, just as he had. In this dance of words and wills, you were not just the prey he might have assumed you to be; you were a player in your own right, with your own cards yet to be revealed.

The next move was his, and the air between you crackled with the anticipation of it.

Loki's gaze, a maelstrom of green, held yours with an intensity that bordered on the palpable, each flicker of emotion a testament to the centuries that had shaped him. His response, when it came, was threaded with the weight of ages and the depth of a god's desires.

"My yearning for you," he began, his voice a low thrum that seemed to echo with the gravitas of eons passed, "has never been of the fleeting kind. It is as enduring as the stars that light our skies, as unyielding as the fabric of reality itself. To suggest otherwise is to misunderstand the very nature of my being."

With these words, he sank to his knees before you, an act so filled with symbolic surrender and yet charged with an undercurrent of strategy. In this position, Loki, the god of mischief, the architect of chaos, positioned himself in a posture of fealty—or so it seemed. Yet, you knew better than to take the gesture at face value. Loki was many things, but straightforward was not one of them. Every action, every word, was laced with layers of meaning, designed to manipulate and coax the desired response from those he engaged with.

His move was bold, a calculated risk meant to disarm and perhaps to remind you of the dynamics that had once defined your interactions. It was an acknowledgment of your power, your importance in this intricate game he was playing. Yet, it was also unmistakably a ploy, a way to close the distance between you, to weave a narrative of shared history and unresolved tension.

The air around you seemed charged, thick with the history and the palpable tension of the moment. Loki, on his knees, looking up at you with an intensity that spoke of genuine desire mixed with the ever-present calculation, presented a picture of vulnerability. Yet, you were not so easily swayed. You knew the depths of his cunning, the lengths he would go to achieve his ends. His admission, cloaked in the grandiosity of his age and station, left you with a choice. To engage, to allow yourself to be drawn back into the orbit of his world, his plans, or to hold firm, to remember the reasons for your distance, for the life you had chosen away from the machinations of gods and their games.

The moment stretched, a tableau of tension and possibility, as you weighed your response, acutely aware of the stakes, of the game that was afoot, and of Loki, who knelt before you, a god cloaked in the guise of a supplicant, yet undeniably dangerous, undeniably compelling.

As Loki knelt before you, the atmosphere thick with tension and unspoken words, you made a decision. Lifting your leg, the black of your heeled shoes catching the light and glinting ominously, you pushed against his shoulder. It was a gesture meant to distance, to assert your autonomy against his sudden show of vulnerability or manipulation—whichever it truly was. Your voice, when it came, was laced with a mixture of resolve and undeniable truth, a reflection of the complex dance that had always defined your interactions.

"Your desire for me," you began, your words deliberate, "could never hope to keep pace with your lust for your myriad schemes and machinations, my love." The term of endearment, spoken so, carried a weight of irony, a nod to the past entanglements and the understanding that, for Loki, the pursuit of his goals often overshadowed everything else.

Yet, instead of acquiescing to the push, of allowing himself to be dismissed so easily, Loki's reaction was to tighten his grasp on the situation—quite literally. His hands, those instruments of mischief and manipulation, found your leg, his touch bold as he held you in place. Then, with an audacity that was quintessentially Loki, he pressed his lips against your calf in a kiss that was as shocking as it was calculated. It was an act of defiance, a refusal to be pushed away, and a statement of his intent all at once.

This gesture, so intimate and yet so brazen, served multiple purposes. It was a challenge to your autonomy, a test of your boundaries, and an undeniable declaration of his continued interest. Yet, it was also unmistakably Loki—crossing lines, blurring boundaries, and always, always pushing for more than what was offered. The action left you momentarily stunned, grappling with the rush of emotions it elicited. Anger, irritation, an unwelcome surge of something more confusing, all mingled together. It was a reminder of the power he wielded, not just through his magic, but through his very presence, his ability to unnerve and to provoke.

In that moment, the complexity of your relationship with Loki was laid bare once more. It was a tangled web of attraction and repulsion, of history and the potential for future conflicts. His refusal to be dismissed, to be pushed aside, was both infuriating and intriguing. It was Loki in all his complexity, challenging you to respond, to engage, to once again become entangled in the endless cycle of push and pull that had always defined you.

The next move was yours to make, and the shop, once a place of mundane tranquility, had become a battleground of wills, a stage upon which the next act of your shared story would unfold. With a flick of your fingers, reality within the confines of your shop twisted and shifted, unfurling like the petals of a flower under the first light of dawn. The mundane guise that had cloaked the truth from prying eyes dissolved, revealing the hidden splendor that no ordinary human could perceive. The illusion you had meticulously maintained for years now peeled away, and the floor beneath your feet transformed, paths of gold unfurling like rivers through the space. Artifacts, their origins as ancient and varied as the stars themselves, now adorned the walls—each piece a testament to histories untold and powers unimaginable.

But the transformation did not stop with the shop. It enveloped you as well, the very essence of your being responding to the unspoken command. The simple, mundane dress that had draped your form vanished, replaced by attire that echoed Loki's wistful remembrance. What materialized was reminiscent of your homeland's attire, designed for the relentless heat and the unyielding brightness of your realm. It was barely more than a tunic, the silk woven in patterns that spoke of ancient craftsmanship and royal decree, clinging to your form in a way that left little to the imagination. The hem flirted with the very brink of decency, the rump of your body barely shielded by the delicate fabric, a bold declaration of your heritage and status.

In this transformation, you reclaimed a fragment of your past self, the visage you had donned before you sought refuge and anonymity amongst the mortals of Earth. The change was not merely physical but symbolic, a shedding of the facade you had adopted to navigate the complexities of a world not your own. Standing there, in the true appearance of your being, you confronted Loki not as the unassuming shopkeeper he had encountered moments before, but as the goddess you truly were—powerful, formidable, and undeniably yourself. You stood before him not as an adversary to be underestimated, but as an equal, a being of immense power and depth, whose true nature was as complex and as potent as his own.

The shop, now a reflection of truths long concealed, served as the perfect backdrop for the unfolding confrontation. The artifacts that lined the walls, each bearing witness to the ages and the stories they contained, stood as silent sentinels to the encounter between two beings who transcended the mundane, whose histories were intertwined with the very fabric of the cosmos.

In this moment, the illusion shattered, the truth laid bare, you awaited Loki's response, the air thick with anticipation and the weight of unspoken challenges. The game, it seemed, had shifted, and the rules were being rewritten with each passing second. As the golden light settled and the true form of your shop shimmered into existence around you, Loki's initial reaction was a momentary flicker of surprise that quickly morphed into an appreciative smirk. His gaze swept over the transformed space, taking in the ancient artifacts and the streams of gold that ran like rivers across the floor. But it was the change in you that held his attention captive. The way the silk of your tunic clung to your form, the bold declaration of your divine heritage—it was as if he was seeing you for the first time all over again.

Loki breathed, his voice a blend of admiration and something darker, more primal. "This," Loki's voice wove through the air with an echo of ancient power, "is the true essence of you that lingers in my memory.” His eyes, alight with a mischievous and predatory gleam, never left your form as he slowly circled you, taking in every detail. "Hiding in plain sight, were we?" he mused, his tone teasing yet laced with an edge that hinted at the complexity of your shared past.

Despite the tension crackling in the air between you, you stood your ground, your posture radiating confidence and power. "And what of it, Loki?" you countered, your voice steady and imbued with strength. "Did you expect to find me cowering? Diminished?"

Loki's circling came to a halt, and he faced you, the distance between you charged with an electric anticipation. "On the contrary," he replied, his voice soft yet carrying an undeniable weight, as his fingers went forward, pulling at one of the strings keeping your body hidden from his gaze. "I've always known your strength, your... resilience. It's what makes this game so exhilarating."

The word 'game' hung between you, a reminder of the countless layers and facades both of you had navigated over the eons. This moment, however, stripped away those layers, revealing the raw essence beneath. It was a confrontation, yes, but also a recognition of the profound connection that had always existed between you—a connection fraught with complexity and contradictions.

"Are you certain you wish to engage in another game, Loki?" Your voice, steady and imbued with a quiet power, cut through the charged silence, even as you felt him unbuckle your shoes, his fingers deftly and slowly slipping them from your feet. "I seem to recall your rather... unfortunate defeat last time." The words hung in the air, a challenge and a reminder of past encounters where the balance of power had shifted, leaving Loki on the losing end.

Loki's hands stilled momentarily as he lifted his gaze to yours, a cunning glint sparkling within those deep green eyes. "Ah, but my dear, to dwell on a solitary defeat is to overlook the endless expanse of the game," he mused with a sly, almost serpentine smile. "The allure for me lies not in the victory or the loss, but in the exquisite complexity of the play itself. The interplay of strategy, the artful dance of minds. And," his voice dropped, a velvet caress against the tension hanging in the air, "the delicious possibility of reversing fortunes, which, I assure you, is a prospect I find most... exhilarating."

As he spoke, his fingers slid underneath your heel, leading your leg to rest over his shoulder with a care and precision that contradicted the levity in his voice. Loki laid another feathery touch to your thighs, gripping them tighter as he wedged his face between them, while you held fast to the edge of the counter. You stifled a moan when his tongue traced over the seam of your core.

There was no need to harbor affection for the man to appreciate the artistry his mouth provided. His tongue grazed the surface of your clit and you felt a tremor coursing through your very bones. He delved deeper, his taste encompassing the entirety of your core. As he did, your legs seemed to tighten inadvertently around him, though it posed no barrier to his indulgence. Your cunt clenched and you were swept away as his fingers dug deeper into the flesh of your thighs, pulling you closer onto his awaiting tongue. The surge of familiar emotions within you was overpowering, far too intense for your unprepared body. Your head fell back with a moan as you gave yourself to him in your entirety and Loki groaned, his tongue honing in on your bud as he chased your orgasm. He refused to relent until the heat had filled you whole, filled your soul. You writhed underneath him, hips helplessly buckling. Loki chuckled, a melodic blend of amusement and triumph, resonating with an undercurrent of sly cunning.

“That’s it, darling,” he coaxed as a surge of desire blossomed within you, enough to part your lips into a broken cry. His dark hair peeked between your fingers and his tongue snuck out to lick his lips while his gaze was set on you above him. His hand wandered to your tunic and yanked it away. His thumb grazed your nipple when he returned his mouth to your center, two of his fingers slowly dipping into your glistening heat.

“Loki,” you whimpered, tightening the hold on his hair—he matched your movements, arm securing you to him so forcefully no might on Earth and beyond could have parted you from his lips. He curled his fingers, rubbing that special spot inside of you and your stomach twitched. You felt him grin against your heat, teeth gracing over your sensitive bud, as a tremor ran through your body.

“My tempest darling,” he sighed when he finally pulled his fingers from you, leaving behind such an agonizing feeling of emptiness. You were about to retaliate, when he stood, bringing your body this his, hand running along the length of your thigh before he hoisted it against his hip. “Even if doubt shadows your heart, my dear, believe me, the absence of your taste on my tongue has been an ache most persistent,” Loki declared, his voice weaving together assurance and playful sincerity. One of his hands made quick work of undoing the dress pants of the black suit he was clad in, the other clutching your thigh close—so terribly tight you were certain even the skin of gods could be bruised by his hungry fingers. His lips found yours, softly at first, though through the looming desire burning within, Loki’s control appeared to stray when you bit into his lip, drawing blood. A groan tore from his throat, eyes darkening as he looked down at you, refusing to part from your gaze even as he entered you. Your mouth fell open against his, a silent moan slipping from your lips, his forehead dropping onto yours. He moved then, pulling out barely before he pushed back in so deeply it shook you. Loki had always been the embodiment of wickedness wrapped in the guise of charm; an enigma whose very presence stirred a vicious blend of temptation and sin, drawing all who encounter him into a dance with the devilishly divine.

“How I’ve missed you,” he whispered against the heated skin of your neck, traveling downward to softly kiss along your bared collarbones. His voice was a divinity, dark and rich and soaked with the sweetest of all sins. The emerald green within his eyes reflected the gold surrounding you. One of your hands cradled the back of his neck, fingers catching loose strands of raven hair that had grown so long in the centuries you hadn’t laid your sights on him. Loki held your thigh in a fierce grip, fingers digging further into your flesh with every stroke of his throbbing cock with your heat.

“You swore to kill me, my love,” you gasped as he delivered another harsh thrust, your head fell forward against his shoulder a searing pleasure built within you.

As his teeth grazed the delicate skin of your neck, savoring the salty essence of your being, Loki’s hand traveled from the curve of your thigh, securing you firmly against him at your waist, moving you against him in a refined rhythm. Against the warmth of your skin, he murmured, “To kill you, my little deity, would be akin to consigning a part of my own soul into the abyss.”

A gasp caught in your throat as he thrust into you deeper than before and you collapsed against him, coming with a cry of relief. He continued thrusting into you, arm keeping you secured against him as though you were about to vanish as you had done all those years ago. He lifted your chin, his mouth capturing yours when you felt him jerk inside of you. You felt his warmth spilling into you, his shameless groans filling your ears as he emptied himself within you. Breath mixing with his, you stayed there for a moment—in which the world seemed to narrow down to the space between the two of you, to the silent conversation spoken through glances and the slight tremors in your lungs.

Loki stole another kiss, then, as if breaking from a spell, his expression shifted, his early devotion to you giving way to a more serious, contemplative mien. “Business with you, my tempest darling, had always been a delight most exquisite,” Loki said, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that bordered on violence. “I trust you’re familiar with the tales of the Celestial Compass, aren’t you?”  he continued, referring to an artifact of immense power and ancient origin, rumored to guide its holder to whatever they sought most in the universe. It was an object that you had kept hidden away, its location known only to you.

The mention of the compass sliced through the tension, a stark reminder of the stakes at play. Loki's presence in your shop, the transformation of your surroundings, the exchange of words—all were mere preludes to this moment.

"Why, Loki?" you asked, your voice a mix of curiosity and defiance as you fixed the tunic he had so carelessly pulled aside. "Why seek the compass now? What is it you desire so fervently to find?"

Loki's smile then was enigmatic, a mask that offered no clear answers. "Ah, but revealing one's desires so openly is a dangerous game, my dear. Let's just say... I seek something that has long eluded me." The ambiguity of his response left you wary, aware that Loki's desires were seldom straightforward and often entwined with greater schemes and hidden agendas. Yet, the acknowledgment of this quest, of his need for the compass, revealed a vulnerability in Loki—a crack in the armor he so carefully maintained.

As Loki awaited your response, the weight of centuries and the anticipation of what was to come hung heavily in the air. The next move was yours to make, in a game that was as much about uncovering truths as it was about concealing them. In response to his inquiry, your reply came not in words, but in the form of a serene smile, a silent echo of your shared past. With a casual flick of your fingers, you vanished into the ether, just as you had done countless centuries before, leaving Loki alone in the confines of what now appeared to be a decrepit shop. Its once vibrant essence faded, reflecting the sudden void your departure had created.

Loki, momentarily taken aback, quickly regained his composure. A laugh, rich with both amusement and a tinge of admiration, escaped him as he reached out to snatch a golden letter materializing out of thin air. The letter, simple yet profound in its message. The words, though brief, carried the weight of eons, a testament to the enduring dance between you two. Loki's gaze lingered on the golden script, a smirk playing on his lips, already plotting his next move in the timeless game between you.

“Farewell, my love.”

[megamindsupremacy]

So. ive been going through your billy batson tag bc im very normal and super hinged about this kid and you ARE right about Billy growing up the normal way and how that would effect him, but I need us all to consider the opposite: The Magic went "Ah, he's pure of heart bc he is but a lad", and not *letting* him grow up. Billy being immortal but stuck as a kid forever. The realization everyone is going to grow up w/o him. That he is *always* going to be a kid. That could be a very bad time too.

OH MY HEART. you're so right and i'm kissing you on the mouth. okay i need to marinate in this now stand by

so I think it's fairly accepted now that the Wizard chose Billy to be Shazam when he was so young because all of the previous Champions were adults, and that went Badly (see: Black Adam). So obviously, if the adults can do the whole superhero thing, then we should give the role to a kid. But then, to take it a step further: if the adults can't do the superhero thing, then we should make the next Champion stay a kid.

And like, it takes a hot minute for Billy to notice. Say he became CM at 8 - he doesn't know the average rate of growth for a boy. He just thinks he's not getting as tall as quickly as his peers. It's not like there's adult supervision around to go "hello small small child, why are you still small and a child?" I could see him going at least a few years before realizing there might be something wrong. Then it takes him a little bit to figure out what exactly is wrong, and then a little longer to be in denial, before he finally has to come to terms with, yeah, he really is 8 years old for the rest of forever.

I wonder how it affects him, mentally? Because you could go one of two ways: either he stays mentally an 8 year old forever and doesn't mature, although he gains knowledge and experience with time, or he does mentally mature and becomes an adult, just stuck in the body of a child.

For angst reasons, I like the second one, but realistically, the whole reason he's in this mess is because the Wizard wanted someone who was pure of heart to stay pure of heart. Why go through all the trouble to not let him physically age but allow his mind to change? So now we have an eternally "both mentally and physically a child" situation.

I feel like, when you're that young, you can't really... process how devastating that is? He's only a little kid - at that age, you can't even imagine turning 18 yet, much less living out the rest of your life as an adult. He doesn't know what he's lost. So instead of Billy angst, it's outsider POV angst. Everyone is growing old and watching Billy stay the same as always. I imagine he reveals his identity at some point, a while into being Captain Marvel, and they have a Twilight moment of "I'm 8" "....how long have you been 8?" ("no, but actually, we've known you for 12 years, you can't actually be 8. what do you mean 'a wizard did it'."). Everyone is just quietly mourning the person Billy could have become, had he not been chosen to be the Champion of Magic, meanwhile Billy is living out the eternal childhood dream of Superpowers + Adult Body w/o Adult Responsibilities. It's tragic in a way Billy can never comprehend because of what the wizard did to him.

Feel free to add onto this post!

[shelbgrey]

Not many people write for Twilight anymore! I'd love to see the Cullens(separate) with a mate that has a young child in her care. Could be her own or she adopted the child when her parents(family friends of hers with no other family) passed away. Thinking she'd be about 18 and the kid is 2 yrs old. Please and thank you!!!

Cats in the cradle(Cullen family)

Paring: mother!Reader X OC!Child, Mate!Reader X Cullens(separate)

Carlisle cullen:

You had a son named Jason from a previous relationship. His father is a good dad but the relationship between you and him didn't end well.

Carlisle first interaction with Jason was when he broke his arm on the playground and had to get a cast.

When you and carlisle do start your relationship carlisle works hard to be a good father figure and you can tell he genuinely cares for him.

Like I said before his real dad is a good dad but he's not around much which causes Jason to he closer to carlisle is some ways.

If your son is in Marching band or sports, what ever the case is carlisle will go see your son do what he dose best.

Carlisle would do anything for your kid. He wants to play baseball he'll teach him, he wants to watch a movie carlisle would build a theater room for him. Carlisle spoils him.

Carlisle protects him and you both from the supernatural world as long as he can.

Carlisle asked Jason what he thought about marrying you and Jaosn was over the moon excited. He got to be carlisle best man and everything.

Jason will call him pops or old-man.

As he gets older he'll start wanting to be around Carlisle more and even wants to go to medical school like him.

Emmett cullen:

Your the oldest Clearwater sibling and you have a five year old sister named Lily who turned five when your dad died.

She's been around Emmett since she was two and she's always loved him. At first Emmett would be scared to be around her or hurt her.

It didn't matter to her cus' she'd always follow him around when she was with you guys.

She'll always want to play games with him and help work on cars with him.

She thinks he's a giant and thinks of him as a big brother.

When Harry died all she wanted to do was be around you guys. At the funeral Emmett held her as she cried.

Emmett always knows how to make her laugh. You can't take those two anywhere 😂

Those two have millions of inside jokes

Edward cullen:

You Became a teen mom unexpectedly and the father of your daughter Phenox couldn't care less.

You we're embarrassed to tell your new boyfriend Edward about the situation, not about your daughter(you loved everything about her) but mostly the stuff leading up to your bundle of joy.

Edward didn't care and wanted to be a the father to her like Carlisle had done for him.

Sometimes he'll do the wrong thing with good ententions. Like if your daughter wants to watch a horror movie he'll let her so she's happy. The down fall is her nightmares. He'll balme himself for a couple of days and keep apologizing to you both.

She loves to when he reads to her. His voice is calming in her opinion.

He's very over protective.

Her mind makes him laugh. It's always thinking of something joyful or silly.

At some point she calls him dad and he's over the moon about it. The family has never seen him so happy.

Jasper Hale:

About two years into your relationship your aunt and uncle died unexpectedly. They left behind your three year old cousin Lucas, and thats where you and Jasper come in.

When you got the call about becoming his legal guardian you didn't hesitate. Jasper was a little nervous about, but he wasn't gonna say no.

When you first brought him home Jasper had no idea what to do, he's never been around a kid that age before. Maybe Renesmee but she was only three for about four days and he was gone all that time.

Lucas settled in with the family quickly and over time Jasper and him grew super close.

Lucas loves history so he's always wanting war stories from Jasper.

Jasper would do anything for the kid and thinks he's the only pure thing in his life.

He strives to be a better person because of Lucas.

And Jasper thinks lucas is his kid no matter if they Share the Same blood or not.

Esme Cullen:

Esme is a mother at heart so she immediately took your two year old son under her wing.

She loves Danny with all her heart and felt she finally had a family.

Danny loves helping her with anything and everything. He just wants to be around her.

Sometimes you joke Danny loves her more than you.

Danny calls her mommy and you mama.

He feels so lucky to have two amazing moms like you two.

Rosalie Hale:

You Became the Gardian of your little brother Tom after your parents lost him through CPS. Knowing how awful your parents are you immediately brought him home with you to the Cullen.

Carlisle said he could move in mean he'd be around Rose more often. Rose always wanted to be a mom so she immediately took the roll as the amazing step-mom

She always wants to babysit and take care of him. She'll get him anything that his heart wants.

She'll read to him every night and if he wants to sleep your guys bed he will.

Tom loves her and thinks of her as a amazing step mom but still sees you as his sister. When he got older you explained everything to him. After that he didn't care and still saw you guys as his care givers and loving parents.

Alice Cullen:

Can't say much about this one. You have a Son named Owen and it was totally unexpected when Alice started dating you.

She's not awful to him at all it's just she doesn't know how to interact with him.

They have small talk if it's just the two of them but other than that is not fun to be together with out you.

Over time the two got used to each other but at the same time the two bickered.

Alice truly dose love him like her own son but doesn't know how to show it. She's protective and over time it annoys Owen.

You and Alice have had fights about owen but it's never serious. Owen and Alice relized they had to learn to live together if they want to be with you so they did.

Other than that Alice and owen are cool with each other, they're just not as close as you wished they were.

[lipglossanon]

Urban Legend

shape shifter/wendigo!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - NSFW

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, monsterfucking, dirty talk, mentions of cannibalism, threats, CNC, rape fantasy, rape talk, oral (f receiving), impromptu thigh job lol, biting, blood kink, multiple creampies, fingering, overstimulation, belly bulge, cum inflation, breeding kink, double penetration in one hole

not proofread ✌️ it’s all made up and the points don’t matter 😜

I literally had to stop myself from writing so sorry if the ending is sudden/lame 😝

“There’s no way that it’s real,” you scoff into your phone.

“Then why was it in the newspaper, huh?” Your friend’s voice sounds tinny on the other end, letting you know you’ll be out of range soon. 

“To sell them, duh,” you laugh, “hey listen, I’m about to lose service so I’ll talk to you on Monday.”

“Call me if anything happens!” her concern makes you smile to yourself. 

“Will do, bye!”

You lock your phone and slide it back into your pocket. A quick glimpse of a chimney in the treeline lets you know you’re almost to the cabin. It’s just a small little one bed, one bath place deep in the middle of the woods. Your parents moved and left the place to you, so you’re not able to come out as much as you like so it’s a little more rundown than in previous years. 

You have to park at the bottom and make the mile long hike up the mountain in order to reach it. There’s an ATV parked in the shed for any emergencies, but you’ve made the trek all these years without any issues so fingers crossed this will just be another year in the bucket. 

Stepping up onto the small porch, you pull out the spare key and unlock the door. A branch snaps off in the woods and you shoot a look over your shoulder. Your friend’s nervousness seems to be rubbing off on you. Rolling your eyes, you turn back to open the door. 

“There’s no such thing as werewolves anyways,” you mutter under your breath. 

She gave you a quick breakdown of the last several month’s events while you talked to her on your walk. She told you there’s been missing livestock for weeks until suddenly a few local parishioners went missing after service and were found brutally mutilated days later. Attacks have been gradually ramping up, peaking around the full moon especially (which just happens to be the weekend you decided for a mini vacation at the cabin, go figure). 

The locals believe in some old wives tales about a werewolf returning every hundred years. You think it’s kinda cute they hold onto such old superstitions, but it’s more than likely some bobcat or mountain lion that’s come down due to deforestation in the area. 

You let these thoughts wash over you as you bustle around the cabin; you get everything in place and mentally thank your dad for putting up solar panels years ago. Those paired with the propane tank and generator outside means you won’t be without hot running water or lights. 

Once you’re all settled in, you decide to make something quick and simple for dinner before relaxing in front of the fireplace. Stretching out on the beat up couch, you scrunch your toes in the thick fuzzy socks you love to wear this time of year and flip open the book you brought with you. You’ve just found the most comfortable position for reading, becoming more engrossed page by page when a loud thudding knock rings out from your door. You jump at the sound and scowl over at the door. 

Another knock happens and you close your book, making sure your bookmark is securely tucked in the pages, and raise up. Quietly walking to the door, you peek out of the peephole and see an injured man slumped against the porch railing. Your heartbeat quickens and you watch as he raises a tired hand to knock on the door again. Glancing around the area yields nothing but trees and the dusky twilight. 

You tiptoe away and grab the rifle out of the gun safe next to the fireplace. As you walk back over, the man knocks once more. 

“How can I help you?” You call out from your side of the door, gazing back through the peephole. 

The man tilts his face up, fringe falling away for you to make out a strong jawline. 

“I-I was attacked and n-need help,” he winces, arm hugging his middle where you can see blood seeping through his shirt, “some kinda w-wild animal. I just need a phone or a first aid kit. Please, miss.” 

You pause, eyes glancing down to the gun in your hands. On the off chance he’s faking, well he won’t be for long.

“What’s your name?” You call out, pulling your phone from your pocket. 

“Leon. Leon Kennedy,” he grunts, clenching his waist.

You type it out in your notes as well as a text message just to be on the safe side and lock your phone again. Unbolting the heavy door, you pull it open, gun at your side. 

He glances down at the weapon and back up to you, a small grin pulling at the corners of his mouth before pain pinches his expression. 

“Promise I don’t bite.”

You gesture forward and he takes a staggering step before pausing. 

“Are you coming in or what?”

He grimaces and takes another halting step, “Yeah, just hurts to move.”

You shift on your feet, debating with yourself before setting the gun down and stepping forward. 

“I’ll help you,” you murmur, taking his other arm and placing it over your shoulders. 

You angle him in the doorway first and help him hobble over to a chair near the fire. 

“Thank you,” he breathes out a sigh of relief before groaning, “cut me pretty deep.”

You walk over to pick up the gun and move it back to the safe. Making your way to the bathroom, you pull the first aid pack from under the sink and walk over to your impromptu guest. 

“Can you take your shirt off?”

“Shouldn’t you buy me dinner first,” he jokes, but stiffly slips his shirt over his head. 

You smile sardonically and snap open the bag, “I usually don’t harbor strange men on my days off, so I guess I don’t quite know the protocol.”

He laughs but it ends in another pained groan, hand pressing against the clawed marks across his ribs. 

“Shit, that might need stitches,” you frown, pulling out the disinfectant. 

Once you clean off the area, you notice it’s not as deep as you thought.

“Luckily we didn’t need to use the quick clot,” you smear antibacterial ointment over the wounds and pull out the gauze. 

He hums but doesn’t say anything; his blue eyes haven’t moved from your face the entire time you’ve been ‘doctoring’ him. 

“Thank you for this, I really thought I was gonna be wandering the woods for hours,” he finally speaks as you tape a bandage across his ribs and wrap it with the gauze (to be on the safe side you murmur to him). 

“Well, tomorrow, we can ride the ATV down and call a friend or the local ranger since you were attacked by an animal,” you zip up the first aid kit and grab all the rubbish to toss in the trash. 

He nods, “Okay.”

“You’ll be sleeping on the couch,” you point to the old upholstered couch in question, “it’s not big but it’s better than the floor.”

His eyes flick from the couch back to you, “I appreciate it. Better than being outside, ya know.”

He quirks a smile at his own words and you give a tight one in response. 

Sitting down in the chair across from him, you give him a quick once over, “Are you okay though? Like I’m not doctor, but I can help you down the mountain to my car if you really need one.”

He shakes his head, a softer smile pulling at his lips, “No, I’m good. Thanks though.”

“What happened?”

“I have a place out here and decided to go for a walk and an asshole jumped out of the bushes and nicked my ribs, knocked me down. I got a little disoriented and wound up over here. I could hear it following me up until I reached your porch.”

You rub your arms and gaze over to the front door, “Did you see what it was?”

“Some kinda wolf I think,” his brows furrow as he thinks back, “big for a wolf though.”

His expression clears as he looks back at you, “You live here?”

Shaking your head, you drop his gaze to look into the fireplace, “No, just a weekend getaway. Shitty job and even shittier neighbors getting on my nerves, so here I am.”

He laughs, “You don’t love your job?”

“No, not really,” a small smile crosses your face turning back to him, “does anyone?”

Leon shrugs before hissing from jostling the wound, “Mine’s not so bad. I work security.”

“Ahh, any place I know?” 

He shakes his head, “It’s local.”

You hum in reply and glance at your watch. 

“Well, I’m going to head to bed,” you stand and make your way back to the gun safe, pulling out the rifle again, “not to be rude, but I don’t know you from Adam so if you need to get my attention, I highly stress knocking and waiting for me to reply.”

His gaze doesn’t move from your face, “Read you loud and clear, miss.”

“Bathrooms through there, kitchen is there,” you point at each in turn, but with the open floor plan it would be hard for Leon to miss any of this, “I’ll probably wake up pretty early and make coffee. Then we’ll head down, okay?”

He nods along with you, “Okay, I’ll see you in the morning then.”

You walk over to the bedroom and right before the door snaps shut, Leon calls out to you. 

“Goodnight!”

“Goodnight,” you parrot, giving one last look to the stranger now sitting on your couch. 

His eyes seem to reflect the firelight making you shiver. In a blink, everything seems normal making you think you only imagined it. Closing the door all the way, you slide the lock in place and crawl into bed, leaning the rifle next to your nightstand. 

He says he lives nearby but you’ve been coming to this cabin for most of your life and have never heard of any neighbors. It’s one of the reasons why your parents bought this place, the seclusion of not having anyone around for miles. He’s just really suspicious to you, even if he is cute. 

You eventually drift off, eyes trained on the door until they’re slipping shut. A loud jarring sound from the living room wakes you with a jerk. Raising up your hand hovers over your gun. A loud muffled curse makes you deflate a little. Leaving your warm bed, you unlock and open your bedroom door a crack to see Leon kneeling over the chair he must’ve ran into. 

“You okay?” You call out making him jump, head jerking around to the sound of your voice. 

“Yeah,” he clears his throat, “I sorta tripped. Sorry to wake you up.”

You shrug and step out, making your way over to the kitchen, “Shit happens.”

Leon watches you as you grab a bottle of water from the fridge. 

“You seem really interesting,” he tosses out as you drink your water, “it’s kinda refreshing.”

“No offense Leon, but this is super weird for me,” you blatantly state, squinting at him, “in all my time being up here, I’ve never run into anyone else.”

“I was attacked,” he gestures to his ribs, “and I walked around for a while before finding you. It’s not like I was hiding out for you.”

He laughs suggesting it’s a joke, but there’s a ring of truth to his words that makes your hair stand on end. You eye the block of knives to your left. 

Once he realizes you’re not laughing, he tapers off, a queer little smile tugging at his lips. 

“I think I’ve spooked you,” he sighs, placing his chin in his palm as it rests against the chair, “didn’t mean to, miss.”

Using the excuse of sitting your bottle down on the counter, you side step closer to the knives. 

A grin stretches wide across his face, “Those won’t do you any good.”

Your fingernails dig into the soft meat of your palms as you level a flat look at the man in front of you. 

“And why not, Leon?”

He tilts his head, fringe shifting until only one blue eye can be seen, “Because they’re not sharp enough, silly.”

By the time your fingers wrap around the handle of a butcher’s knife, four sharp claws are wrapped around your neck, thumb digging into your jaw to tilt your head up. Your brain stutters, trying to comprehend what you’re even looking at now. 

He’s monstrous, blocking out the light completely, his body towering above your frame by a couple of feet, not including the curled ram horns protruding from his head. From what little you can see, you’re grateful for the dark. He chuckles a low warbling sound that has your heart rate kicking into overdrive. 

“You’re very interesting,” you feel a cold press of something hard and smooth against your ear, “think I’ll keep you for myself.”

He drags you closer to the fire and you catch a flash of an animal skull in place of a face before he turns away and in a blink he looks human as he did earlier tonight. 

He smiles at you, “Gotta remember not to scare you too much.”

With all the insanity that has taken place in the last few minutes, you find yourself blurting out the first thing that comes to mind.

“You weren’t even hurt, you asshole. Made me waste my first aid gauze.”

Surprise crosses Leon’s features before he’s smiling again, too wide to be human. You can see his pupils are slitted now, like a cat’s.  

“Yes, very interesting,” he chuckles, facing off against you and blocking any access to the bedroom (and your gun), “and you’re right.”

Under his breath you catch the words, “fucking Chris.”

You purse your lips, “If I go missing, they’re going to come looking for me. They’ll know your name.”

He sits you down on the couch taking a seat next to you. Leon’s excited by your words, eagerly leaning into your space. 

“You’re just full of surprises,” his teeth are longer now, needle sharp as he speaks, “and so clever. I like you already. I don’t plan on killing you.”

You snort, “Sure, and all of those locals just fell down and hurt themselves to death?”

He laughs, a sharp bright sound that makes your chest flutter.

“Oh, well they had it coming to them. Needed to eat,” his eyes reflect in the low light, “you’re such fun.”

He leans forward and breathes in causing goosebumps to race down your arms, “You make me want things. Things I haven’t thought of in a long, long time.”

Confusion pinches your brows together, “How old are you? Wait, is Leon even your real name?”

“You ask such silly questions,” he pouts, “and yes, it is. Why? Think I should have something like Cthulhu?”

You huff a laugh at how offended he sounds but bite down the smile as soon as Leon lights up from your amusement. 

“You’re a tough cookie to crack,” he presses more into your space making your skin prickle, “think I know a way to get you to like me.”

He pulls back and tugs his shirt off and with a small flex of his arms, rips the clothing in half. You can’t help but stare at him. When you patched him up hours ago, you had a fleeting appreciation of his body and now it flares back up as your eyes trace his pecs down to the happy trail disappearing under the band of his jeans. 

After tearing the shirt again, he wraps a torn piece around your wrists and ties it off. You try twisting your arms, but it does nothing except pinch the skin. Embarrassingly, your clit pulses at the feeling of being tied up like this. 

Next, Leon strips you both down quickly; his eyes hungrily raking down your nude body as he removes each piece of clothing.  Feeling self conscious, even in front of a monster, you shift your arms to cover yourself. He grabs your biceps, blue cat eyes flashing with heat, and yanks them back up. 

“Let me have my fill,” he gnashes his teeth, sharp points drawing your eye, “look at how soft you are, all that lovely unmarked skin…”

His voice trails off as he runs his hands down your arms to your breasts. 

“Sweet little nipples that need sucked…”

You shiver as he tweaks your nipples until they’re stiff and sensitive. He runs his hands over your soft stomach and hips. One hand grips the fat of your waist and the other teasingly rubs across your mound. 

“And a fat wet pussy that needs licked.” 

You shudder at those words, thighs subconsciously parting for him as he grins wickedly into your eyes. 

“Yeah that’s what she needs, huh? A sexy cunt that just needs to be stuffed full with a big fat cock.”

A whine slips past your lips and you go hot all over with embarrassment, toes curling against the soft rug. 

“S-shut up, fucking perv.”

He laughs, a distorted chime that reminds you of a bell, and leans forward to nose against your jaw, kissing your cheek. 

“Mmm, I’ll enjoy every second of this. You’re so feisty,” he kisses down to your neck, “which means this pussy is gonna taste so good. Especially when you cum.”

You glare at him but can’t stop the slick leaking down your thighs from his words and touches. It’s your darkest fantasy come true; you’ve gotten off to the thought of someone forcing themselves on you more than you’d like to admit. And now this weird creature is going to have his wicked way with you; it makes your pussy thrum in anticipation. 

His hands distort into claws in front of your eyes; the fingers are multi jointed in the strangest of ways, skin discolored and skeletal with nails long and sharp, digging into your waist roughly making you suck in a breath. His teeth and eyes are still abnormal, but so far that’s the extent. 

“What are you?” you murmur, eyes wide as they move back down to his strange hands. 

He shrugs easily, “I’m me,” grinning mischievously he presses on, “wanna see something?”

Before you can say anything he sticks out his pink tongue. It unfurls from his mouth, long and thick with a rough bumpy texture. He laughs and pulls it back into his mouth. 

“Gonna show you how fun it can be,” he kneels down in the floor, between your parted thighs, “god, you smell fucking fantastic.”

He drools a line of spit down onto the hood of your clit making your cunt throb with arousal. 

“Yeah, you may say you don’t like it, but look how fucking messy this pussy is,” he sighs happily, laying his head onto your thigh to gaze up at you, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, little human.”

He kisses your cunt sweetly making your hips jump up. 

“So sensitive,” he growls, eyes luminous as he glances back up to your face, “gonna enjoy this.”

He buries his face into your pussy, slurping and groaning as he licks into your hole. 

“Such a fat pussy,” he grunts, mouth moving up to suckle your clit, “fat little pussy that’s gonna cum all over my tongue.”

You whimper, hooking your legs over his shoulders making him laugh at you. 

“You like that? Like that I wanna eat this sweet pussy until you’re creaming my face?”

“Fuck,” you moan, head tossed back as he dives back into licking and kissing your pussy. 

It should gross you out, turn you off, anything, other than wanting to have this monster eat you out. You blame it on your brain just giving into the craziness that’s happening. Hell, maybe you’ll wake up and this will all have been some kind of fever dream. 

You grind against his mouth and his thick rough tongue fucks up into your clenching hole, fluttering against your walls and stretching your cunt wide like a cock would. Reaching down, your fingers grip into his hair, using it as an anchor as you hump down onto his tongue. 

With a rumbling purr deep within his chest, you feel his hair shift as his horns grow out of his skull. Hesitantly, you move from his silky hair to the rough texture of his horns. You gently wrap your fingers around the base and he humps the air. 

“Grip’em,” he murmurs, eyes bright, sharp teeth nipping the meat of your thigh, “think we’ll both like it.” 

A shuddering whine leaves your lips as you grasp his horns and rock against his greedy mouth. He groans, the vibration thrumming through your cunt making more slick ooze from your hole. He pulls away to lick a broad stripe up your cunt, bumpy tongue lapping slowly at your clit making your thighs shake. 

With a rumbling growl, he buries his face into your pussy lips, tongue pressing into your drippy hole. You shift your wrists as the binding bites into your skin while you grip his horns. He purrs and rubs his head back and forth so his nose rolls across your swollen clit. Whining softly, you buck upward, grinding yourself against his mouth. 

More slick oozes from your cunt and he slips his tongue into your pulsing walls before licking his way up to your pudgy clit. Leon bites your pussy lips, sucking the skin roughly before letting go. He kisses the hood of your clit and across your mound before biting down on where your cunt meets your thigh. 

Letting go, he moves back to running his bumpy tongue through your slick folds. You arch off the couch and into his warm rough mouth as he keeps licking and sucking at your cunt until you’re crying out. 

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you pant, tugging his horns before grasping his hair. 

He hums and sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue licking over the swollen bud as you moan softly. Right on the brink, he pulls his mouth away, sticky strings of saliva connecting to your pussy lips as he denies you your orgasm. 

You narrow your eyes at him as he pulls away, his slitted pupils expanded as they move up from your glistening cunt to your pinched expression. 

He grins and the sharp teeth make your clit throb.  Gripping your arms, he slips your hands over his head to wrap around his neck. Moving up your body, he kisses you messily, tongue licking into your mouth greedily. You whimper to taste yourself on his lips. 

His claws slide down your ribs making your breath stutter, exhaling a gasp as they wrap around your waist. 

“So soft,” he murmurs, “just wanna sink my claws in you over and over.”

He slips his hands underneath your ass and lifts you up, standing to his full height where your head nearly brushes the roof of the cabin. Turning, he sits down on the couch with you in his lap.  

“You seem rather human,” you mutter, eyes taking in his body as you straddle his waist, legs tucked on the outside of his thighs. 

“Easier to enjoy a soft thing like you when I’m like this,” he laughs, clawed hands digging into the meat of your hips.

“It’s just surprising,” you shrug, arms still tied around his neck. 

His eyes gleam white before settling back into their usual blue; he shifts on the couch before a smooth cat like tail slips from behind his body to wrap around your waist. 

“Better?” A smug look crosses his face. 

You hold back the laugh bubbling at the base of your throat; maybe you’ve lost your mind, maybe this is some weird hallucination brought on by whatever you ate, but a monster trying to impress you before fucking your brains out is something you never would have dreamt in your wildest fantasies. 

“What about your face earlier?”

He rolls his eyes, “That’s so boring. Don’t you wanna see if I have two cocks or something?”

This time you do laugh, a small sound that you quickly stifle under his gaze. He jostles you as he pulls you down onto his bulge making your breath hitch from the sheer size of him. 

“The answer is yes by the way,” his grin widens at the same time as your eyes do, tail tightening around your middle in excitement. 

Burying his face in your neck, he mutters, “You seriously smell so good.”

His fingers move down and tease across your swollen clit, parting your pussy lips to drag slick up from your hole all around your bud. He lets go to remove his pants (which you’re not even sure how they’re still on), having you raise up on your knees as he shoves them down and off. 

Once you settle back down on his lap one of his dripping cocks is sandwiched between your pussy lips and the other presses against the front of your mound, uncut head smearing precum on your abdomen, making you clench around nothing. From the looks of this one, both are thick and long, definitely bigger than anything you’ve had before. 

“Eyes are up here,” his snarky tone pulls your attention back up to his face. 

You shake your head, “How—“

“One at a time, silly,” he nips your neck, “then once you’re stretched enough, we can try both.”

His voice drops a lower octave, “But you’ve also got two holes that we can try out, too.”

Your eyes flutter as your cunt oozes slick all over his cock making him laugh.

“You’re really interesting,” he sloppily kisses your neck, “never had someone so excited before. Usually have to rape their little cunts in their sleep.”

You whimper and he raises up to smirk at you. 

“Were you hoping for the same thing? Mmm, all half asleep as I stuff that pussy,” he purrs in your ear, “too tired and weak to push me off as I rape this tiny hole til I’m pulling out and covering you with cum.”

You grind down against his cocks as your nails digs into the back of his neck making him smile into the feeling. 

“You’re such fun,” he tilts his head, eyes glittering, “just for that I’ll give you a little treat.”

Your mouth drops open in shock as he changes between one blink to the next; his entire face morphs to that of a smooth animal skull, bright eyes flaring from the empty eye sockets. He bares his teeth at you in what you hope is a smile. 

“Ta da!” His voice comes out distorted and echoey, octave low and strange. 

A high keen slips past your lips as he eases the head of one of his cocks into your cunt. 

“You’re so wet,” he praises, “god, ‘m so lucky to get a little freak like you.”

You want to argue against him, but it’s hard when this monster is slowly sinking his fat dick into your spasming hole, stretching you out so good. 

He pauses when he’s only halfway inside, holding you still with his huge hands until you’re squirming. 

“Please,” you whisper, frustration making tears bead your lash line. 

“Awww,” he coos at you, “since you’ve been so good, I guess you can have it all.”

And with that, he drops you down on his lap like a stone, cock bullying all the way into your cunt until the fat tip is bruising your cervix making you wail. 

“Too rough?” He smirks. 

You nod and slump against his chest. 

“Must like it,” he mocks, “this pussy is gripping me so tight, don’t know if I can pull out.”

You shudder and drool on his pecs as his cock kicks inside your overly full pussy. His other cock drips precum all over your lower abdomen from where it’s sandwiched between you two. 

“Untie me,” you’re able to slur out, slowly tugging your arms over his head. 

He squints at you (or the skull seems to insinuate squinting) and uses a claw to slice through the tattered shirt binding your wrists. 

Sighing, you rotate your hands before placing them on his chest and dragging them down. You watch as his muscles jump and twitch under your smooth palms. Finally, you cup the base of his other cock and slowly pull down the foreskin. You drool a line of spit down onto the head and precum blurts from the tip of his dick.

He snarls and pulls out only to roughly fuck back into your pussy. Whimpering, you’re only able to loosely grip his second cock as he jackhammers into your soaked cunt. 

“Sensitive, huh,” you murmur, eyes half lidded as they gaze up into his skull face. 

He whines at your words, grinding his tip hard against your cervix making your eyes roll back, “Been so long since a pretty thing wanted to play with me.”

Your hands grip his cock and begin to jerk him off firmly, spitting down on his tip to make it wet and messy. 

His tail, which you forgot about, slips lower down on your waist and lightly teases across your clit. 

“Oh,” your eyes move from his slackened jaw down to watch his soft tail slowly tap and rub across your swollen clit. 

Your cunt squeezes around his cock rhythmically as he teases your bundle of nerves until you’re rocking against him. His claws let go of your hips to wrap around your thighs, spreading you open until he can see his cock pounding into your drippy hole.  

His tail helps you lean back some so he can leverage his hips into rolling thrusts up into your pussy. Your hands shakily keep stroking his other cock,completely  covered in spit and precum. 

His tail smacks across your clit and your orgasm hits you hard. Your toes curl and spine arches as your cunt clenches down on his thick cock like a vice, milking him until it must hurt but he only groans in pleasure. Your hands go slack and he grabs them to toss over his broad shoulders. 

He presses his mouth right against your ear, low baritone making your cunt spasm and clench around his fat cock. 

“Gotta pull out, little human,” he chuckles when you whine, “mmm, I’ve got to cause if I cum in you, we’ll be mated. And you wouldn’t want that, would ya?”

Your nails dig into his shoulders hard enough to pierce his skin and he purrs, “Unless you want me to fill up this sexy little pussy and keep you forever.”

You bounce what little you can down onto his dick, hands moving up to his horns to grab onto them. Feeling cockdrunk and unhinged, you swivel your hips to fuck him harder, wanting everything he has to give.

“Wanna feel it,” you sigh as he sinks his sharp teeth into your shoulder, “fill me up, Leon.”

He growls, a loud inhuman sound that makes your skin crawl and a bolt of fear spike through the arousal. Instead of letting go, you grind down even harder, pussy feeling sore and sensitive. 

“You want me to cum inside you?” He sounds pained and when he tilts back up his skull face has morphed into the one he wore earlier that night.

“Uh huh,” you pant and bring up one of your hands to cradle his jaw, hips swiveling down to prevent him from pulling out, “or are you all talk?”

In a flash, he has your back on the couch as he pins you down in a mating press, legs pressed open wide by his clawed hands. 

He snaps his teeth in your face, “You don’t even know what it means to be bred, do you? I’ll have this fat cunt stuffed so full you’re dripping my seed for days. You’ll beg for it constantly, needing me to breed your cute little hole cause you feel so empty.”

You whine, hands coming up to wrap around his horns again, “Promise?”

He growls low in his throat and smashes your mouths together, his sharp teeth  cutting your bottom lip so the taste of blood flavors your kisses. 

“Promise,” he mutters against your mouth before licking up the blood tinging your lips. 

“Gonna mate you all the time,” he mumbles against you as he pistons his hips deep into your swollen pussy, “have you cumming on my cock until you can’t even think anymore.”

You moan and pull him back in for more sloppy kisses, “Please, please, Leon, cum in my pussy.”

His second cock’s weeping so much precum, your stomach is a sticky mess, but it just makes you squeeze down on the cock inside you even more. Leon has flipped some switch in your brain because you feel like you’ll die if he doesn’t spill inside you.

“You promised me both,” you pout, tears clinging to your lashes as his cock presses into your cervix, “promised to stuff me with both.”

He groans brokenly, hips shuddering as he bucks into you one last time, spilling his thick load deep into your cunt at the same time his other cock spurts rope after rope of hot thick cum all over your body, jizz shooting all the up to your chin. 

He groans like an animal you’ve never heard of as he dumps load after load into your pussy until it’s spilling out around his fat cock. 

“Mated,” he sounds happy as he sinks his teeth into your neck making you scream out.

He pulls back with bloody teeth and that’s the last thing you see before passing out. 

~*~*~*~

The warm slant of sunlight from the bedroom window shines into your eyes and you roll over with a grumble. You raise up quickly once you remembered where you were, only to see Leon lounging on the bed next to you eating a bowl of cereal as he watches the small portable tv on the dresser. 

“These movies are so dumb,” he scoffs, digging into your Count Chocula cereal, “they always go overboard on the transformations.” 

Your bleary eyes squint at the small screen and see what looks to be The Thing and you frown at him. Pushing yourself up, you slump against his side, body feeling overly sore (the same as your sensitive cunt). 

“That better not be the last of it,” you mumble against his arm, making him turn his bright eyes over to you. 

“No, but good morning, little mate,” he purrs, setting the bowl down on your nightstand so he can roll over on top of you to pin you down to the bed. 

You whimper and arch up into the soft kisses he presses against your neck. The blanket slips down to his waist as he grinds his cocks against your needy pussy. He eases the head of one of them inside your hole, making you sigh and wrap your legs around his waist. 

“Gotta fill you up again,” he chuckles, “sucking me in like I didn’t spend all night pounding this little pussy.”

“Leon,” you whine, nails scratching red lines down his back and making his hips thrust into you. 

He fucks you slow and soft, rutting into your pussy as his other cock is sandwiched between your thighs. 

“Perfect,” he sighs happily, “can’t wait to give you both.”

Eyes fluttering, you moan and pull him down fully on top of you, his heavy weight squishing you into the mattress. He growls and snaps his hips harder, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass makes you clench down on him. 

“First pussy I’ve ever got to creampie,” he coos against your ear, “so taboo to mate a human, but damn if I don’t love fucking this tight cunt. S’all mine now, I own this tight little pussy.”

His words wring your first orgasm of the day from your sore body, pussy walls fluttering as you cum around his fat cock. He moans low in his throat, hips rabbiting harder against you as he chases his own climax. 

His blunted human teeth bite down on your neck as he buries his cock as deep as he can in your pussy, pumping his load right against your cervix as his other cock spills wet and hot between your legs. 

“Fuck,” you whimper, clit pulsing as he stuffs you to the brim and paints your thighs white with his thick cum.  

He pulls away with a grunt and snuggles into your side. With a soft giggle, he nuzzles against the bite mark he left on your shoulder. 

“Can’t wait to show you off. Chris is gonna eat shit,” he crows in your ear before kissing your jaw. 

“Chris?” you tiredly ask, twisting to look at the top of Leon’s head. 

“Yeah he’s the asshole who scratched up my ribs. He’s a part of what you humans would call my pack,” he leans up to kiss you on the lips, “don’t worry, I’ll introduce you after you’re settled in.”

“What?” You frown. 

“I’ve got a place not too far from here,” he gushes, eyes shining excitedly, “you’re gonna love it. It overlooks the river and everything.”

“You have a house?” Your brain feels like it’s lagging behind. 

“Of course, silly,” he kisses your neck again, “you’ll come live with me. I’ll take care of you, never have to worry about a thing.”

“Quit my job and just move out here?”

“It’s not like you liked it anyway,” he rolls his eyes before climbing on top of you, pinning you down again. 

His cocks rub against your cunt making you whimper. 

“I’ll take such good care of you,” he murmurs before kissing you, strange tongue licking into your mouth. 

Whining, you suck on the thick muscle as he rocks against you, cunt oozing creamy slick and cum all over your thighs. 

“Keep you forever,” he groans, pulling back to prop his weight on his forearms, “got me addicted to this little human pussy already. Definitely not letting you go.”

A high pitched moan slips from your lips as he slips the head of both of his cocks into your cunt. 

“Mmm, can’t fit quite yet but we’ll get there,” he laughs, “let me just slip the tips in for now.”

Your thighs tremble as he rocks the first few inches of each cock into your used cunt. He relaxes on top of you, letting your pussy cockwarm his dicks as he bites and kisses at your neck. He moves up to kiss you, all wet and messy, making you whimper and cling to him. 

It doesn’t take long before you’re rocking against him, slowly fucking the heads of his cocks in and out of your stretched pussy.  He sighs and purrs into your kisses as he tongue fucks your mouth. You can feel as his teeth change against your lips, sharp points digging into the sensitive skin. 

He works you for what feels like hours, just slowly sinking inch by inch into your spasming hole. His precum and your slick have soaked your thighs all the way to the bedspread underneath. It’s a wet mess between your thighs, but all you can feel is the pleasurable pain of being too full. 

“Never had someone take both like this,” he rumbles happily, nosing against your jaw, “god, what a perfect fucking pussy. You’re taking me in so well, such a good fucking girl.”

You hiccup a whine at the praise, walls fluttering against the stretch of his dicks. 

“Yeah? Like being my good girl,” he nips at your earlobe, “you’re the best I’ve ever had, so fucking lucky. Can’t believe I own a slut who likes being DP’d.”

Your nails dig harshly into his back as your toes curl, his words making you burn hot all over. 

“Like that?” He mocks, “like that I own you and your pretty pussy?”

His tail slips between your bodies to spank your clit making you cry out and  rock against him harder. 

“Leon,” you slur out, tears slipping from your eyes due to overstimulation.

With a groan, he buries both cocks to the hilt inside of your clenching heat. Your pussy feels stretched to the limit, overwhelmed by the sheer size of both of his dicks. You gasp and mewl, feeling like you can’t breathe from being stuffed so full. 

“Shh, shhh, I’ve got you,” he kisses your cheek, “taking me so well. Tight little cunt just made for me, huh?”

Not able to think, you just babble out nonsensical words, feeling on the edge of another orgasm. It’s not going to take much to make you cum. 

“Aww did I fuck you stupid?” He laughs, “wet little pussy just can’t handle me can she?”

His tail smacks across your pudgy clit and your orgasm slams into you, making you squirt around his cocks, too spread open to clamp down as tight as usual. 

“Oh fuck me,” he hisses, grinding himself deeper, making you wail as you continue to gush around him. 

“Got your cute little pussy to squirt,” he moans excitedly, “fuck, that’s so hot.”

He growls and you watch as his eyes shine before his body shifts into that monstrous form you saw last night. He’s huge, caging you in with his skeletal and strangely jointed body. You whimper and move your hands up from digging into his shoulders to the horns coming out of the skull he’s wearing now. 

He pulls out only to bully his fat cocks back into your well used pussy. Eyes rolling back at the pleasure he’s wringing from your body, you moan and grip his horns tighter making him buck harder into you. A few more thrusts and you’re cumming again with a weak cry, pussy walls fluttering and milking Leon’s dicks. 

“My mate,” his distorted voice rumbles, hips fucking roughly into your spasming hole, “gonna breed your little pussy, fill you up with my hot cum.”

All you can do is mewl and whimper underneath his body, feeling as he fucks harder and harder into your cunt until he’s finally burying himself all the way inside. His tips knock and rub against your cervix which set off fireworks behind your eyes as you cum one last time. 

Hot thick spurts of cum shoot out and quickly stuff your pussy full. Your abdomen looks bloated from how much Leon’s pumping inside your body. He’s snarling against your neck as he humps your pussy, dumping load after load into you until it’s dripping out around his balls. 

You must black out cause the next thing you know, you’re leaning against Leon’s chest in the bath. Whimpering, you weakly grasp onto the hand he has trailing across your stomach. 

“Finally awake,” he chuffs against your hair, “how do you feel?”

“Sore,” you croak out, throat feeling scratchy. 

One of his hands clasps yours while the other slides across your hip to your swollen pussy. 

“Leon,” you whine, “I can’t.”

“Shhh,” he kisses the side of your head, “let me make you feel good, my perfect little mate.”

His fingers quickly tease and rub across your sensitive clit until you’re rocking your hips up with the motion. 

“There we go, good girl,” he sighs, “let me play with that cute pussy. Feels so good to have my fingers on your little clit, huh?”

“Mm hmm,” you arch back into his chest, thighs parted until they’re touching the sides of the bathtub. 

“Want me to slip inside? Want my cocks to stuff you full of cum again?”

Your body feels molten with the arousal pounding through your veins. He shifts and both cocks are pressed against your cunt between your thighs. 

“‘M always so hard around you,” he whines in your ear, “you smell too fucking good, wanna eat you up.”

You shudder as his sharp teeth press against your neck, fingers dipping into your cunt to trail back up and smear slick across your pudgy clit. 

“Come on, I know you can cum for me,” he kisses your neck softly. 

In next to no time, your thighs shake as an orgasm crests and sweeps through your tired body, making you tense all over before going totally limp against Leon’s body. 

“Good girl,” he purrs against your back, hands rubbing at your waist, “can’t wait to take you home.”

Humming, you relax, letting the warm bath lull you into a sleepy state. Leon goes off on a tangent about introducing you to everyone as soon as possible as well as moving you into his house. While you listen to him talk about your new home, you think to yourself that being mated to a monster like Leon isn’t the worst thing in the world. 

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[naehja]

Ok imagine all the Link, except the youngest (aka Four and Wind) are turned into 8/9/10 years old kids.

Legend, at his age, is in the middle of his first adventure, he's FERAL, he climbs trees to get away from Wind and Four. He's HISSING to them. He has already PTSD and has even BITTEN Four at a point. Don't let him hold a sword or he'll attack. BUT holding the Master Sword calm him. Fi probably has the best results with him.

Time has never seen teenagers or adults until now, he's only 9/10. He doesn't trust strangers, he also climbs trees to avoid them (because the Deku Tree told him to not listen strangers). he shoots Wind and Four with his slingshot and attacks them by surprise with his wooden sword when they finaly manages to force him to stay on the ground. Wind has bumps because of him. Epona has good results to keep him calm.

Hyrule. Feral kid. For real. His world is dangerous and the fairies always told him to be CAREFUL. He hides himself a lot but doesn't run away because he doesn't want to let the other kids with strangers older than them. He has also bitten Four. But he strangely likes Legend (who become quickly visciouly protective of him too). Fairies adores him and there are always two or three around him.

Sky is the cinnamon roll. He's gentle, helps Four and Wind to deal with the other kids and manage to win the trust of them. He gives the best hugs. He's THE good boy and adores the birds who comes at him (birds friend intensities) XD

Twilight. He is better adjusted that everyone else in the de-aged kids, except Sky. He has not PTSD, trust issues, or things like that since his own adventure started when he was 18 years old. But he's less sweet than Sky and more mischievous. He does tricks to the teens. Meanwhile, if he sees that some of the others kids are afraid, he goes to reassure them. And gives them his slingshot to defend themself. He ADORES Epona.

(Epona literally feel like the third babysitter/teddybear here)

(And Four has confiscated all the slingshots at a point)

Warriors is a good boy. Very obedient. BUT only until Wind and Four lowers their defense. He has not start his adventure before being a adult. But he started his training already and doesn't really trust two armed boys, even if it's just two teens. He's the one to scream to the nearest persons that they have been kidnapped at a point. (that BRAT)

(Damn going to the city was a mistake)

Wild? He's a gremlins, much like Time, Hyrule and Legend. He does tricks, and doesn't let anyone catch him. He doesn't' hesitate to tell Wind and Four that their cooking sucks. He says something a lot of things that adult Wild doesdn't remember. He speaks about "Mipha who heals better that you Four". and he speaks about his sister and Wind sweats nervously because he understands that this sister is probably dead. He has fights with Wind about the Ritos because "my Ritos are cuter and fluffier than your ritos!"

(if someone wants to write something about it, feel free to use it =))

[ghouldump]

Hiii i love your writing 🫶🏼🫶🏼

If youre open for requests i was wondering if you could maybe write a lestat x siren or mermaid reader?

I hope you have a lovely day, please exuse my bad english

Fallen | Lestat De Lioncourt x Mermaid!Reader

ෆ princess of demacia, a marine kingdom is temporarily banished. she refuses to conform to the standard, being a heartless killer. wandering the water, she finds herself in new orleans, where she meets a vampire.

your english is awesome! i liked this idea and i hope you enjoy what i came up with, it’s giving little mermaid x twilight crossover 😭

"I don't understand," you said, swimming behind your father.

"Y/n, mermaids do not intermingle with humans," King Zale, your father, found you talking to your pet fish. He at first, only intended to simply scold you because you were supposed to be training, until he heard your conversation. You explained how you didn't want to mate with any of the mermen and how you'd been to the surface, studying human men.

"Why not?" you questioned.

"Because that's the way things are, you do not need to be with people, who have for over a millennial, hunted and killed our ancestors, and do not speak of these feelings to anyone. Do you understand?”

"Yes Father," you agreed, following him, as he brought you to the surface.

"Watch your sister,” he pointed, observing your older sister, Nerissa. She peeked from out of the water, in front of the human man, who was fishing on the small boat.

Immediately, she sang to him, as he stared, mesmerized. Leaning over the boat, she kept singing come closer, until he fell out of the boat. Then, before he could blink, she began to drown him. He flailed around, but she only dragged him deeper.

Feeling a knot in your stomach, you watched as she tortured the man, before her other half, Luca, joined her, and together, they ripped at his flesh.

Merfolk could eat humans, but you preferred your sea vegetation.

"Soon, you will have your turn," your father said, placing his hand on your shoulder.

Your first kill was between the ages 16-19 depending on how ready the elders thought you were. You were already 15, and you knew now, that you did not want to have to kill anyone, let alone enjoy watching the others commit the act.

As the man eventually went limp, they let his body sink. The other sea creatures, that were willing, wrestled for the flesh.

"Come now," he said, swimming away, as the two began to perform the partnership ritual.

The humans called their other half spouses, and their rituals, sex. The ceremonial ritual was when, your partner, who was chosen by the elders, and you would mate, becoming one, with each other and the water.

You overheard your brother, Arista, say these things, being one of the only merfolk granted permission, to go to the land. It was a painful process, the breaking of your bones, separating your fins until you looked completely human. He described it as the most unbearable thing ever felt.

Your future other half was Rory, although, you couldn't stand the sight of him. He was 16, and already had his first kill, making many of the older merfolk hold him in high regard. He loved the thrill of the humans thrashing under his tight hold, constantly bragging every time he was around you. You were due to mate at 18, and he reminded you of what was to come every time he was around.

"I am serious Y/n, I don't want to ever hear you speak such vile things ever again," he tells you, before swimming to the palace.

"Yes father" you mumbled.

"Princess Y/n, I've been looking for you all morning," your teacher, Bardo, stressed. He was only twenty-three, slim, his curls flowing freely past his shoulders.

You sighed, allowing him to drag you back off to the reef. Your only training was to become a murderer. Your father was four hundred years old, and once he passed, the throne would be given to your eldest brother, Ari, who was already one hundred and fifteen. Together, you had thirteen siblings, and you were the youngest.

"Now, princess, let me hear your song," he tells you.

"Actually, I was hoping we could talk about Kaia," you said, watching as his fins began to flicker nervously.

"Fine, but then we'll practice your song," he says, as he begins telling you all about his meeting with Kaia, his chosen other half. They liked each other already, and it was only their third time meeting. You didn't care too much, but it was an easy way of getting out of training.

"Oh, I've let the time pass us by," Bardo said, finally stopping his rambling, realizing you hadn't trained at all today.

"It is fine, you seem to like Kaia, I hope it all goes well," you said quickly swimming away.

"Thank you, princess," he called out to you. Smiling gleefully, you sped up, happy to be free from the pressures of killing some innocent person. Closing your eyes briefly, you slam into a body.

"Sor-sorry big brother," you said, looking down, as Ari frowned at you.

“I heard you missed most of your teachings"

"It wasn't on purpose brother," you pouted.

"It doesn't matter-

"Mother said dinner is ready" Wade, your other brother said, swimming past the two of you.

"Stay on top of your training, because you wouldn't want to disappoint your family, would you?" he asked, his voice filled with authority.

"No, big brother" you whimpered.

"Good"

"You have no choice but to be ready," your father says, pulling you into a hug.

You were now 19, and the elders had held off on forcing you to have your first kill, but you were getting much older.

"Is she ready?" Rory asked on the other side of the door.

Opening the door, he backed away, his eyes fixated on you. The elders were making him come with you, not only to make sure you completed your test, but after you would have to mate with him, whether you wanted to or not.

"Beautiful," he says proudly.

"Thank you," you mumbled, seeing Ari glare at you. Telling everyone you'd see them later, you swim off with Rory. Treading behind him, you stayed close, as he made turns, slithering through the caves. Until you both got close to where the humans swam. Daylight radiating into the ocean, and you could feel the sound waves, of their music.

"I will be over there," he tells you, as he swims into the seaweed.

Rising to the surface, you peek, seeking your victim. If you could at least get past your first kill, everyone would stop being so stern around you. Immediately, you notice him. It was a boy, who looked around your age. He sat on the edge of a wooden pavement, with his legs crossed, reading. Going back under, you swim, until you're close to him.

Only raising your head above the water, you begin singing to the boy, before he could scream or scurry away. Extending your hand, you allow him to grab hold, as he jumps into the water with you, still hypnotized.

Swimming backward, you slowly moved underwater. Still singing, the both of you maintain eye contact, until you heard it. You could hear his heartbeat, it became slower, showing he was running out of breath. Stopping your song, he snaps out of it.

Realizing what was in front of him, he began to panic, moving around trying to get to the surface. Taking note of the expression of fear he held, as well as what radiated from his body, you couldn't continue. Grabbing his arm, you swam to the surface, as he gasped for air.

As he caught his breath, he swam backward, away from you, terrified of the sight in front of him. Your dark hair, grayish blue skin, pale eyes, razor-sharp teeth, and nails. Moving away, he bumped into Rory, who looked at the boy as if he were one of the bottom feeders of the water.

The mermen didn't have a song to sing but were much more aggressive and stronger than the mermaids. Grabbing the boy, he dragged him deep into the water. You tried swimming behind, but Rory was much faster than you, one of the fastest. It was pointless screaming out to the boy, humans didn't understand the merfolk languages.

By the time you made it to them, Rory had already ripped out the young boy's heart, and now let his body sink into the dark trenches.

"What were you doing," Rory asked you darkly.

"I couldn't do it," you confessed, as you both moved away, seeing the sharks drawing near to the smell of the blood.

"The elders won't be too pleased to know you failed unless I keep your little secret," he says, swimming circles around you.

"You would do that Rory?" you asked, hopeful.

"Of course, as your other half, but only if you hold up your end," he says, trailing his hand down your fin on your back. Sharply turning, you held in your glare.

"I'm not ready Rory," you tell him, and the grin that once played on his face dropped.

"When will you be ready? I already waited a year longer than I had to"

"I don't know, I can't do this," you said.

"Fine, have it your way," he said, grabbing your hair, and holding tight to you, as he swam back to the palace, rushing the throne room door open.

"How was the..test?"

"How was the...test" your brother, Arista, asked awkwardly.

Slinging you to the floor, Rory panted, looking down at you in pure anger and hatred.

"I want a new mate," he announces to the elders.

"What happened?" your father, King Zale, asked.

"This pathetic excuse-

"Watch your tone," your second eldest brother, Mari spoke, staring darkly at the merman.

"She failed...she didn't kill the human, she almost helped him escape the water. Then, she refuses to mate" Rory explained.

Deep in thought, your father, and the elders exchanged looks before turning to you.

"Is this all true Y/n?" your mother, Serena, asked. dropping your head, you nodded, causing her to gasp at you. Meeting their eyes, all of them looked at you with either disappointment or sadness, except Mari. He never looked down on you for your beliefs, he just saw you as his little sister.

"Speak," Ari said.

"Yes, I failed. Seeing his face as his life drained from him, I felt like a monster" you confessed, crying in your hands.

"Go to your room, and do not come out unless you are called," your father said, as you swam away.

Leaving to go the the left side of the palace, where your room resided - you noticed the whispers, and snickers from the other merfolk, as they watched you. They probably all heard what happened.

As you got into your room, you sat at your counter, depressingly organizing your shells. You leisurely reorganized your entire room, until darkness fell upon the ocean. When there was a knock on your door, Ari opened the door.

"Come with me," is all he said.

Choosing to not say anything, you quietly follow behind your brother, as he brings you to the outskirts of Demacia. There stood all thirteen of your siblings, your parents, and the elders.

"Y/n, you are getting one last chance at your first kill, if you do not succeed, then you will face judgment," your father said.

Swimming to the surface, Nerissa volunteers to help you, to make things much easier. She finds the kill, luring him into the water, and just as he begins to thrash, everyone intensely watches you. You saw the pain on his face, shame, and pain clouded your mind.

"I…I can't," you cried.

Sighing, Nerissa snaps his neck, letting him sink. Watching in horror, as his eyes stayed open, hollow of life.

"Since you couldn't perform this simple task, I grant you judgment...you are to be banished from Demacia. perhaps a few years alone will give you the realization that is needed. You are to leave, immediately," your father says angrily, swimming away, Ari and the elders following behind.

As your mother and siblings, stayed behind, about to say goodbye, your father stopped, turning around.

"Everyone back to the palace, now. She doesn't deserve a proper goodbye," he continued, rushing away. Looking back at you, grimacing, Mari spoke.

"Goodbye, little sister"

Alone, grieving, sorrowful - all words that describe you. You aimlessly wandered the ocean for the next five months. Hiding from creatures that could potentially kill you, or collecting trinkets you found along the way. Sadly, you couldn't keep up with consistently finding vegetation, so you turned to eating fish as well.

Your appearance changed drastically, your once slender figure, was now curvier, and more meaty. Your full hair grew to your waistline, and your breasts, although hardly visible were bigger than before.

After traveling for months, you were certain you were far from home. The water, which was cold, or usually lukewarm, in your home, was now inconsistent, hot on some days, cool on others.

As you swam forward, you noticed a wooded pole along the water, letting you know, that humans lived nearby.

Swim forward in the water. Even underwater, you could hear that humans were close. The sound waves of them, playing music, laughing, moving their bodies, you could hear it all. Going further down, you stayed there until it grew quiet. There had been plenty of fish and vegetation, it was perfect, wherever you were.

Rising to the surface, no one could be seen, making you sigh in relief, coming up more. You could see a civilization not far off, around you, was strangely snapped wood, you remembered they were called boats. Then you got an idea, you could try to go on land.

Jumping from the water, you made a noise, falling into the boat. Taking your hands, your grip the foreign material underneath yourself. Suddenly, your throat felt like it was tightening like it was being crushed. Gasping, trying to breathe, you turned to reach for the water, but it seemed to be too far.

Next, you felt a burning pain rushing through your body, as if it was breaking. You found yourself uncontrollably squirming, as you heard the sound of your own bones cracking. Your tail, felt as if it was being ripped apart. Which it was, to a certain extent, creating your own pair of human legs. Screaming in agony, you clawed the sides of the boat.

After it was over, you panted, able to breathe, but only taking short breaths, to save oxygen. Pushing yourself up, you stood, stepping onto the dock. Wobbling at first, you tried to find balance, before bending your knees, then standing up straight.

Smiling gleefully, you walked around in circles, your walk was funny compared to how humans walked, but you would eventually get the hang of it. Walking towards the civilization, you stopped, The scent hit your nose, making you look up. Letting your feet move, following the scent, you eventually found the source. Flesh, you were smelling burning flesh, inside some dark machinery.

The sun radiating on you, you reach to cover your face, but never moved. It felt nice against your skin, much different than the warmth it brought in water. Looking down, you felt dizzy, before blacking out.

As soon as the moon graced the night sky, Lestat woke up, full of energy. Quickly, he left, meeting with his close friend, Louis. He had recently become his maker but they soon realized they were better off as friends. Continuing their usual hunting, and conversations, platonically.

Finding and draining the indigent men, they carried the bodies to the incinerator. Entering the backyard, they shared a look, seeing the nude woman sleeping in the grass.

Sensing the presence of something unknown, you opened your eyes and were on your feet in an instant, you went to run, but the man appeared in front of you.

“Not so fast,” he smirked, walking towards you.

Hissing at him, he lunged forward, biting into your neck, but quickly moved away, spitting.

“What?” Louis asked, confused.

“Her blood, she isn't human, it tastes like fish,” he gagged, dramatically.

Holding your neck, you backed away from the two, breaking off into a sprint, running to the docks, and jumping into the water, your body twitching rapidly. Your fins ripping through your skin, tail reconnecting. Hoping they were gone, barely peeking out, they looked down at you.

“Hey, come on out, my friend didn't mean no harm, biting you,” the other man spoke, while the culprit simply stared at you, with his arms crossed. Louis, extended his hand, wanting to help you out of the water, but you simply went back under.

“Whatever she is, we should leave her,” Lestat shrugged.

“No, look,” he pointed, both of them rushing to the dock.

You lifted yourself onto the wood, going through the painful process, again, the two men watching, completely astonished. Shakily, you stood up, in front of them.

"Wow," the nice one said, while the other man looked away.

"I think she's a mermaid, those exist too?" he exclaimed again, examining your fin, that broke off.

"I guess, I wouldn't have known," Lestat mumbled.

"You're not even looking, " Louis told him, as Lestat took off his coat.

"She was just a giant fish and now she is naked, it's hard to ignore that," Lestat says, approaching you.

"Put this on," he told you, handing you the coat.

Staring at the jacket, you wrapped the sleeves around your waist, as if it was an apron. Groaning, Lestat takes back the coat, placing it on you, looking at the ground, to avoid looking at your perky breast.

"Are there others like you?" he asked you, finally looking into your eyes, but you only stared at him.

"Maybe she doesn't speak english," Lous said, walking closer as well.

"Parlez-vous français ?" Lestat asked, making you tilt your head in confusion at him.

"I don't think she understands that either”

“I'm Lestat, this is Louis," he tells you slowly, as you look at both men.

“Would you like to come with us?” Louis asked, holding out his hand, smiling as you hesitantly accepted it.

"Sit,” Lestat said, but you remained awkwardly standing.

Lightly pulling your arm, Louis led you to the loveseat to sit.

"What is your name?" Lestat asked, walking in front of you. Staring at you, he reached to touch where he bit you. However, out of fear you jumped back, hissing at him, now on guard.

"My apologies, I assumed you were human," he told you, putting his hands up.

Backing away, he leaned on the table, crossing his arms, staring at you.

"Do you understand us?" Louis asked, as you nodded.

"Okay, you understand, can you speak english?" he spoke again, but you only tilted your head.

"Lou-is…Lest…at," you managed to get out, in broken english.

"Yes, that's our names," Louis cheered you on, as you now held a small smile.

"E..eng..lish n...not..mine," you explained.

"You don't speak english?" Louis helped interpret your speech. While Lestat stood, observing you.

"What do you speak?" Lestat asked, looking up at you.

"Water," you spoke clearly, moving your hand in the motion of waves.

"I’m going to find her something to wear," Louis said, jogging upstairs, one of the many blouses and slacks Lestat insisted on keeping from his women victims.

Speeding down the stairs, he was back in front of you in an instant, sitting the pile in front of you.

"You can put these on, just go to the bathroom," Before he could finish, you had already slipped out of the coat, struggling to put the clothes on.

"You can help with that," Louis said, walking away, as Lestat stood looking the other way.

"Here," he tells you, removing the shirt.

"Put your arms through the smaller holes, now you close the buttons," he said, as you buttoned the shirt. Looking at him, you both maintain eye contact, before he looks down, pulling the hem of your shirt down, along with helping with the pants.

"N..nice..h..human?" you asked him, watching carefully.

“Ma chérie, I am no human,” he told you.

“Nice human,” you ignored him, placing your hand on his heart.

Merfolk could easily read body language, and you had him read like a book. He was a caring person, but due to loneliness and circumstances, he oftentimes came off as cruel.

"I'm a nice person?" he asked sarcastically.

"You are," Louis called out, walking back to you both.

For a moment, Lestat and Louis began talking amongst each other, about you. They couldn't renounce their interest in understanding you, and what you were.

Walking away from them, you stood in the mirror, touching it, as you stared at yourself. biting down on your teeth, you stare at them. Moving your mouth, you mumbled things you've heard the two men say, to get familiar with the language. You quickly understood, being that mermaids were slightly more intelligent than humans, in certain areas.

"My name, Y/n," you said randomly, making them both stop talking and look at you.

"Your name is Y/n? You aren't from around here are you?" Lestat asked, and you shook your head.

"I am princess of Demacia," you said, walking back to the pair, sitting on the sofa.

"Demacia? Have you heard of this place before?" Louis asked Lestat.

"Where is Demacia?"

"Water, far away," you told them.

"I need to leave, the sun is coming out soon, let her stay here," Louis told Lestat.

"I am leaving, I will see you soon enough, take care," he tells you, as you nod at him, watching as he left.

“I go to water,” you stood.

“Nonsense, we wouldn't want to hear from Louis, you can use the bathtub, it doesn't get any use,” he told you, walking away. Stopping, he turned to you, and realization washed over that he wanted you to follow him.

The bathroom was large and unused, with a glossy bathtub against the wall. You watched as Lestat ran the water, his hand under the faucet to check the temperature. Turning the water off, he faced you.

"If you're a princess, why did you come here?"

"I was banished, I couldn't perform my first kill"

"First-kill?”

"Mermaids use our song, to kill a human, to show we are strong"

"And you couldn't go through with it. Can I hear this song?"

"No,” you shook your head.

"Those who hear the siren calling and live will be trapped with a life of hallucination if they don't drown themselves"

"Do you miss your family?"

"Just my brother, Mari, everyone else not really, thankfully I am not connected to my other half," you said.

“After you,” he motioned.

Trying to take the shirt off, you felt stuck, tugging at the shirt. Lestat groaned, unbuttoning the shirt, and helped remove the clothing, before helping you to the water. Your body began jerking, making him back away as the water splashed.

Instantly, you wiggled, and flailed. Lestat almost wanted to intervene, noticing how painful it looked, having your back fins ripped through your skin.

After the process, you sunk deeper under the water your large tail hanging from the tub.

"Amazing," he mumbled, leaning against the wall, as he observed you.

"Is the process painful?" he asked, and you only nodded. His eyes lingered on you before pushing himself off of the wall.

“Tomorrow we will find something suitable for your diet, try to get some rest,” he said, leaving the bathroom.

Waking up in the middle of the night, after sleeping for hours, you began to climb out of the bathtub, flopping onto the tile floor. Covering your mouth, to endure the pain, it hurt more than usual. As you muffled your groans of agony, you thought back to Arista's words. One, it wasn't good to shift too frequently, or too close together in time, you'd break down your body. Two, the longer you go without shifting, the less mermaid you become.

Remembering Lestat’s instructions, you put the clothes back on, with only a little struggle this time. Sighing, out of exhaustion, you lay on the floor.

“I see that you are awake, come, Louis stopped by, with a few things for you,” he held out his hand, helping you stand, leading you to the large dining table.

Sitting down, your eyes were set on the brown bags on the table. Placing a plate down, your mouth watered at the aroma of fish, along with a portion of Jumbalaya. Lestat questioned where Louis got the food, but he shrugged him off. Seating the food in front of you, you stared cautiously, enjoying the smell, but unsure of the taste.

"Do you not like fried fish? Louis insisted it was a favorite of the locals," Lestat asked, grumbling in aggravation.

"I’ve never had it, you?" you asked, touching the food with your hands.

“This food is for you alone,” he tried to explain simply.

"Try using your utensils," he continued, cutting and scooping the food, bringing it to your mouth, while you ate.

Handing you the spoon, you tried. It was easier if you only took small pieces. Lestat tapped his fingers on the table, as he examined you.

"While you eat, there are a few things I'd like to discuss with you," he said, as you nodded, your mouth full.

"Is there a reason I can't sense your...reproductive system?" he says, looking at you, but you sit the utensil down, looking confused.

"I don't sense your…womanhood" he corrects himself, as you nod in understanding.

"Merfolk are born as male, the elders choose who will be female, then by 5, those who were chosen, become female," you explain.

"How?"

"You phase, but phasing won't be noticed until your years of growth when things grow," you said, looking at your breast.

"Why is it this way?"

“To assign other half"s, our ancestors were able to choose freely, and so there were many who were male and male, and female and female, mating. As they died off. The elders said only certain people would be allowed to change, and everyone's other half had to be the opposite"

"Same-sex mating? so a male mermaid could get another pregnant, is what you're saying”

"It's a merman, but yes, if he was his other half," you said, finishing your food.

"What is an other half?"

"It is your partner, the person you are bonded to for eternity"

“Your companion,” he said lowly.

“Yes,” you nodded.

"What happened to you have yours...before you were banished?”

"I was assigned an other half, Rory. I had no love for him, so we never became whole," you admit, losing your appetite, pushing the plate away.

"My apologies, I am sorry to be intrusive, I can't hear your thoughts," he apologized.

"It is fine, but I'd like to know about you, what are you, obviously not human anymore, tell me, if you don't mind," you told him, leaning forward, a smirk forming on his face.

Looking into your eyes, he explained to you everything. Even he was surprised by the words that came from his mouth. He talked about his previous life, his maker, Louis, his trauma, and his loneliness. His failed relationship took a toll on him, but he couldn't let Louis leave his life completely afraid of being alone all over again.

"Your life has been full of misfortune, but it has made you strong, and your heart, it beats hard, that's good," you told him, placing your hand on his heart, hearing and feeling the blood rush through it.

Realizing what you were doing, you quickly removed your hand. Looking down, Lestat stared at you.

"My apologies," you whispered, standing up. Not seeing the small smile that played on his face.

"I didn't mind, is your hearing intensified?" he asked you, as you turned away.

"I can hear and feel all of your flowing blood," you said, as he stood, moving your hand back.

Suddenly a memory came to mind, one that you sheltered years ago.

“Y/n, mermaids do not intermingle with humans”

Your father's words, repeatedly in your mind, making your face burn in shame. Lestat was beginning to make you feel things, you had to keep away. You didn't want him to become angry with you like your fath-

"I see you liked the food," Louis called out, making you turn, removing your hand.

"Come, you clearly aren't going home anytime soon, we’ll have to find you a few things to wear," Lestat tells you, grabbing your hand.

"Watch your step,” Lesta said.

Holding onto his arm, as he led you to the backyard, removing the blindfold. Gasping, you looked at him, shaking your head, you couldn't believe your eyes.

“This is too much”

“Nonsense,” Lestat said.

It had been another five months since you made it to New Orleans, and ten away from your family. No one other than Lestat and Louis knew about you being a mermaid. After that night with Lestat, talking and eating the fish, he insisted that you stayed a while longer since you had no place to be anyway, but you weren't a fool. It was obvious to you, that he wanted to keep you around, he was becoming attached. The feelings were mutual, but guilt plagued your mind constantly, what would your father say about this? were human, or vampire rules the same as merfolk? You wouldn't know because you didn't leave the palace grounds often.

Every time you found yourself getting too close to him, you'd make up an excuse to put distance between you, such as now. The last few weeks, Lestat wouldn't allow you into the backyard. Your breathing was beginning to become shallow, meaning you needed to get back to water. You had told Lestat about your plans to spend a few days in the water, near the dock. However, he was coming up with possible solutions so that you wouldn't have to be in the water when he surprised you with a saltwater pool.

"I just, I don't think it is safe for you to be alone out there," Lestat said, moving close to you.

"New Orleans seems safe to me"

"it is, but I can't guarantee the water"

"I am grateful, but I can protect myself," you laugh, finding his concentrated expression adorable.

"Of course, but who will protect you, when you are shifting, you could be hurt," he said.

“If you wanted me to stay, you just had to say it,” you smiled, unbuttoning the dress, and keeping eye contact with him.

Jumping into the water, you quickly transformed before coming up. Lestat had taken his shoes off, soaking his legs in the water as he watched you. At first, he couldn't understand why he wasn't able to read your thoughts, but it was later understood that it was because you weren't human - meaning you had to intentionally give him access to your mind.

"You should show your teeth more, you look so cute," he said making a biting noise, sitting near you, while you lay floating on your back.

"I look like a monster," you thought.

"The is no appearance for a monster, you are a work of art, the gray skin and pale eyes, you could stop anyone in their tracks," he spoke out loud.

"Out of fear"

"No," he disagreed, chuckling.

"You say those things to make me feel better"

“I have no reason to lie to you"

"Do you ever miss your life before vampirism?" you changed the subject.

"No, are you missing your family?"

"Occasionally, once you receive your other half, in my kingdom, you no longer care too much about your immediate family, but with no half, I'm left partially...empty" Groaning, you submerged under the water.

"Not having your other half affects you that much?"

"Rory will be given a new half, while I, will die alone," you told him, he was stunned, raising his eyebrow at your choice of words.

"Do not speak that way, you have no idea what the future holds," he told you, angrily.

“I’m sorry"

You weren't, and it was true. Every mermaid/man who never mated or was exiled before mating, suffered the same fate, dying alone in a peculiar manner. Perhaps that was your unclear destiny, but you were accepting of it if it meant no innocent humans had to die by your hands.

"You better be, you couldn't be alone, ever, now that you have moi," he tells you, climbing into the water with you.

"Stop there"

Swimming backward from him, you hadn't been this close to a human in your form, in a significant body wate, since the young boy who was killed.

"This condition, your countenance doesn't make you a monster, it means nothing to me, it's all external," he said coming closer to you, moving your hair, before touching your hand, laying his against it.

"What are you doing to me?”

"I should be asking you that," he said, as you laid your hand on his heart.

"Two half's come together-

"and become one," Lestat finished your statement, pulling you close, as he kissed your lips, making you shut your eyes.

As he backed away, you opened your eyes, dazed, seeing his grin. Instantly, you noticed the cut on his lip, your teeth had cut him. Ashamed, you turned away.

"What is- oh it's only a small scratch, it is nothing but blood," he says, licking his lip, as you turn back him, allowing him to pull you into a hug.

Maybe what you're father didn't know, wouldn't kill him… right?

“Mr. de Lioncourt,” the young man called out, approaching with the sack filled with fish.

You submerged under the water, before blowing water bubbles and splashing at him. His eyes softened, looking at you before his face straightened as he stared at the man.

"I brought the fish," he announced, holding up the bag.

"My god," he mumbled, seeing you swim across the pool floor.

"Surely, this is an abomination," he whispered, making Lestat snap his head the man’s way.

"What is this monster?" he questioned to himself.

"You don't know how to do a job without being in someone's business"

"Would you like to repeat what you were saying instead of muttering it to yourself?" Lestat said, biting back his anger.

"I was only curious, my apologies"

"Don't worry about things you don't understand"

"Alright, no need to get hostile, I have the fish here, and I’ll take my leave," he said, backing away noticing that you had stopped swimming, and now peeked in the pool, staring at him, unblinking.

“Actually, I have other plans for you,” Lestat said, appearing behind the man, and covering his mouth before he drained him. You turned your back away from the sight, preferring to not see such things.

Hearing the sound of the incinerator, turning around, you watched as Lesat approached, tearing the sack apart, and dropping in the fish for you. Briefly, you stared into each other’s eyes, before you turned your back. Were you abominable? possibly. You were falling in love with a vampire, who offered to become your other half.

The two of you had gotten much closer, since the eventful night in the pool. Lestat oftentimes found himself, caressing your scaled skin, desiring to be more intimate, but you made it clear, that he was trying to cross a line you felt he wouldn't be able to handle.

"Y/n" he called out to you. Refusing to turn, he came around to you.

"Why did I have to be a monster"

"You know that is not true," he told you.

"I want to get out"

Climbing out of the pool, and flopping around, your body began to transform. Crouched down panting, Lestat approached, wrapping a towel around your body.

"Come on, ma chérie," he said, scooping you up. Silently, you laid your head against him, your face void of any expression. Sitting you on the bed, in the guest bedroom, that had become yours, he stood in front of you.

"I have a gift," he said, making you look over at him. Grabbing the small box, he sat it in your lap, allowing you to open it, revealing the pearls.

“I figured you could wear it when we go see the play,” he said, hopeful that you liked it.

"Thank you, I love it," you mumbled, brushing your fingers over the pearls.

"I don't like this, you ignoring me because of some pathetic human," he said, sitting next to you.

"Sorry"

"Don't apologize, confide in me," he said, leaning closer, but you turned your head.

"We shouldn't”

"I know you feel how my heart beats for you," Lestat says, placing your hand on his chest.

"Other half's, it's more than blood or sex"

"I don't need that from you, I just want to make you whole," he said, his voice softening.

"You're saying that now"

"I love you, Y/n"

"I don't want to hurt you"

"The night we first met, you felt my heart and said I was strong. Trust that I am strong enough to love you properly. Two half's-

"Become one," you said, slowly opening the towel, as Lestat crawled towards you.

“You will not like my blood”

“Your blood is perfect”

•••

meanwhile...

"Any traces?"

"None, at least not anywhere within 1000 kilometers"

"Go farther, find her"

"I don't know, I think she needs a doctor," Louis said, as Lestat examined your face.

"Is this normal...after the rituals?" he continued, looking at the dark circles that formed around your eyes.

"No," you said weakly.

Within the last three weeks, your health declined tremendously. You didn't even have the strength to get into the water or eat.

"Maybe she just needs to be in the water for a while" he suggested, as they stood, watching you.

Nodding, Lestat grabbed a hold of you, before carrying you to the pool, allowing you to sink into the cool water. They took note that you had yet to transform, when suddenly, your body violently shook, nothing else happening. Panicking, Lestat had you out of the water within a blink of an eye.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, as you struggled to breathe, holding his hand, to let him know you were okay.

"What the hell, why didn't she transform?” Louis asked.

"I don't know," Lestat stressed, helping you sit down, and kissing your forehead.

"Find a doctor and bring him to us,” Lestat told Louis, watching as he nodded, leaving.

"I'm sorry," he said again, hugging you close.

"I am fine," you said, leaning against him, and closing your eyes.

Since completing the ritual, you could feel everything Lestat felt, at an incredibly high level. He, of course, being a different species only felt a small part of what you experienced, and he usually only understood it through feelings in his stomach. Good feelings were described as butterflies, while the negative, aches.

"Calm down," you tell him, placing your hand on his chest, your eyes still shut.

"Louis needs to hurry," he said, ignoring you.

"I'm back, I found a doctor,” he said, the man, who had been glamoured followed behind.

"Help her," Lestat instructed.

Sitting his bag down, he reached to touch you, occasionally reaching into his bag for medical tools.

“What is wrong with her?”

"I can get a sample of blood, could be pregnancy, a virus, or a cold," he said, as he searched his bag for the needed equipment.

“Get him out of here,” Lestat told his fledgling, Louis instantly was directing the man to leave.

“Y/n, I need to drink of you,” he said, reaching for your wrist, with your blood in his veins, it was the only time he felt most connected with you.

Nodding, you groaned at the feeling of his vangs sinking into your skin. He drank for a while, your blood dripping down his chin, when he heard it. Faint, so low he could easily miss it.

“How is this possible?” Lestat choked, hardly able to speak, hesitantly moving his hands to your stomach.

“What is it?” Louis asked, coming back.

“She is…pregnant”

“How is that possible, you're dead,” Louis asked, confused.

"It was the ritual, the water has accepted our companionship, and bestowed this upon us"

A while after physically mating, along with giving and drinking blood with Lestat, in your human form - you did it in your mermaid form. It isn't similar in the slightest, more so, letting the water bond you to each other, emotionally, leaving an orgasmic feeling. Deciding if you are worthy of being gifted a child.

“So you're a father now, congratulations,“ Louis pat his back.

"This still doesn't explain her behavior, I've never seen this before in pregnant women"

"What pregnant women have you been around?" Louis asked sarcastically, and you opened your eyes, waiting, with your eyebrow raised.

“I mean, typically symptoms"

"Vampire, the child is possibly a half-vampire, and they are feeding on me for nutrients,” you said, staring at your stomach.

“Has the been heard of before?”

“Not with vampires, just humans, it has only been heard of once in my lifetime, a distant relative from years ago”

"Do you know how her pregnancy went?"

"They say it was shorter than usual"

"The elders-she..." you stopped, your hand going to your chest.

Why didn't you think of your cousin, Sherah? She was seen to have much potential, until she fell in she with a human man. She left home without anyone knowing, to be with him. Having a son with him, she eventually was found. Immediately, they killed her, leading of pod to surround her. They baby, they took, and kept him, but treated him like an outcast, until he was killed by a shark, at only ten. All of this, and yet here you were making the same mistake.

"Your cousin...she isn't alive, is she?" Louis asked, making you shake your had

"No harm will come to either of you, okay?"

"Okay," you nodded, as he pulled you into a firm hug.

Closing your eyes, you prayed the water would make a way for you and your child because you had never in history heard of a child born of a vampire and siren.

"We've found her, she has been traced, all the way in the Gulf”

"I want you to move in-

"There is more, my king"

"What?"

"The others think she may be on land"

•••

"My goodness,” you groaned, your hand going to your stomach.

"What's wrong, is it the baby?" Lestat seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"I feel strange”

"Do you have to urine? It seems you need to go all the time,” he asked.

"Probably, help me up, please," you said. Instead, he picked you up and was in the bathroom within a flash

You were six months now, your womb swollen as if you were further along. You had been unable to transform, the entire time. Forced to drink human mixed with Lestat’s blood to remain healthy. While there were days you felt worse than others, seeing Lestat so happy was like your medicine. He never in his lifetime imagined something like this happening, and with it unfolding, he was more than grateful.

"I need to get to the water," you told him, he had your dress up, halfway, looking at you, unsure.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"I've got this weird feeling, the water is calling for me," you said, holding onto him, as he picked you up.

Standing at the edge of the pool, he hesitantly dropping you into the water. Crouching, he watched as you stripped from your clothes, when it happened. You were transforming, Lestat released a breath of relief, furrowing his eyebrows at your large belly, seeing the concerning sharp kicks.

“The baby is coming”

Hearing the words, Lestat was glad to already dead, because he would have died from anxiety and excitement. 

“Louis, it is happening,” he managed to get out, calling to his fledgling, watching in astonishment as you pushed out the child, like a dolphin.

You slowly swam around, until the child smoothly came out, with the placenta and blood. The water turned light red, but you were still visible, circling the small child, that had a small tail, with a head full of hair.

"A girl," you told him, as the child, swam close to you, snuggling against you.

"What happened?" Louis asked, rushing over.

"She has given birth, it is a girl," Lestat said, as you stared lovingly at the child, who now lay comfortably in your arms.

"Will she be able to transform?” Louis asked, relieved when you nodded.

“I will find something for her to wear,” Louis rushed into the house, excited to see the baby in its human form.

Lifting from the pool, laying in the grass, you shifted back. Lestat watched with tears in his eyes, as the baby changed, the tail turning into the most precious legs and toes. 

Picking up the child, he held her close, amazed at the creation the two of you made. 

“Here,” Louis said, handing you a gown, and Lestat a tiny blanket for the baby.

"Mermaids don't cry much as babies," you told him, sensing his worry.

“Will she age?”

“She seems to be more mermaid than vampire,” you told him, reassuringly.

"She is beautiful,” he cried.

"And ours," you said happily.

"What will you name her?" Louis asked.

"Amara, it means, everlasting," you said, as he carefully placed her into your arms. The moment couldn't get any more perfect, you sat feeding your daughter, before giving her back to Lestat to hold. Watching the sight in front of you, you smiled softly. Until you heard something, making your blood run cold. It was a siren song, far from New Orleans, but getting close. Standing, you worriedly approached Lestat.

"Give her to Louis and let him take her home," you said.

"What? Why?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Please, listen to me, quickly," you said, running inside, grabbing another blanket to wrap around her, and grabbing your pearl necklace to slip inside.

"Please, get her away from here, I will explain everything later," you continued, handing him the child, and ushering him away.

"What is going on?" Lestat asked you.

"Stay here, wait for me to return," you said, making him give you a look, but you ignored it, pecking his lips, before taking off.

Slowly, you walked to the dock, where your new life began. Approaching the water, you could see someone standing there, their scent familiar.

"My sister," the voice said, snapping your head to the left, there stood Mari, in his human form, a cloth around his waist, taller and more muscular than the last time you saw him.

"Mari," you said, shocked to see him.

"Won't you hug your brother?" he asked, in the same emotionless voice.

Running, you jump into his arms, as he hugged you tightly. As your feet touch the ground, he kisses your forehead, hugging you again.

"You've grown," he says.

"What are you doing here Mari?"

"The others are coming, they are ready for you to come home, to force you to have your first kill, if you haven't already, I wanted to be the one to tell you," he said.

"I can't leave Mari," you whispered to him. 

"Is there something st-" Looking up, you see he had stopped talking, staring ahead, on high alert.

"You couldn't have possibly thought I would let you run off, in a panic, and not be concerned," Lestat said, standing behind you, never removing his eyes from your brother.

"This is Mari," you tell him.

"Mari, this is Lestat, he is special to me, and he is not human," you tell him in your native tongue.

His eyes shift back to him, as he gives a small bow out of respect. They could be heard, the water didn't make any movement, but you could hear the fastness, of them swimming closer.

"Lestat, you need to go home"

“Home is with you, ma chérie”

Rising above the surface, King Zale and Ari, were in front of the group of other mermen, and your siblings.

"Y/n, my daughter, have you learned your lesson, ready to come home?" your father said.

"What are they saying?” Lestat questioned before you gave him access to your thoughts where the language translated.

"I will not come back Father, I am sorry, this is my home now," you tell them.

"This is not your home, you are no human," he tells you.

"I can't leave," you say sadly, causing your sister to gasp.

"Father, can you not see it?" Nerissa asked, making all of the merfolk look around confused.

"What is it?"

"She has mated with that human man," she said through gritted teeth. Snapping his eyes onto Lestat, he looks back your way.

"Y/n, who is this man?"

"This is Lestat, he has become my close friend and...my other half"

“Y/n, tell me this isn't true,” your mother cried.

"then I would be lying," you tell her.

"Where is the baby then?" Nerissa said.

"We haven't conceived yet, we were hoping the water would bless us" you lied.

"What she has done is an abomination upon us all, she is vile," Ari says angrily.

“He is not human, can you not smell it?” you argued. Everyone inquired amongst themselves in agreement that the man didn't smell human.

“That doesn't matter, he isn't one of us, she has broken our ancient laws,” Ari countered.

"What shall we do, my king?" one of the elders asks.

"Are you confessing to your detestable actions?" King Zale asked.

"Yes father," you said.

"Then it is final, you will face judgment and I am no longer your father"

"Father, that is-

"Stay out of it Mari, always taking up for her, but look what she has been doing, we ought to kill all of these worthless humans" Ari spit out.

"No, I face judgment with no resistance, and you leave these people alone" you glared.

"You are no one to bark orders," he said darkly, moving forward.

"Enough, we will be back shortly to deliver your retribution," your father said before they all lowered into the water.

"I will try to talk to them," Mari tells you, grabbing a hold of your hands.

"You don't have to risk your place for me," you tell him.

"It is the least I could try to do for you," he says, hugging you, before diving back into the water.

Looking at Lestat, you cried, laying your head on his chest. 

“Will you take care of her?”

“You don't really think I am allowing this to continue? You have lived on land, their threats are nothing to me”

“Lestat-

“No, I will not allow them to take you away from me, from us, I will spare your brother, but the rest will know my wrath, trust me,” he told you, kissing your lips.

•••

“There has to be another way, she is still young, and she has much to learn-

“Silence Mari, it is I, who will become king, not you, you will shut your mouth, or you will die with her”

•••

“Saying your final goodbyes?” Ari asked a devilish grin in place.

“Y/n, we have come up with a final decision,” your father said.

“There is a problem with your judgment, it holds no value when Y/n is mine, and I won't give her over so easily,” Lestat spoke, angering many of the merfolk with his boldness.

“Does he not realize his stupidity will kill everyone?” Nerissa asked, as a reminder.

“Do it, I am no human,” he shrugged.

“Your insolent mate will respect the statutes, I am King-

Before anyone could move, Lestat had lunged forward, ripping your father’s head off, his spine still connected.

“Long live the king,” he smirked, as the others gasped.

“Not so fast, or you will all suffer the same fate,” he told them, as they were about to attack.

“I reject my bloodline of Demacia and denounce all rules and statutes, I accept an eternity of banishment,” you spoke, making Ari scoff.

“If you are ever seen anywhere near us, you are dead,” he said, taking your father’s remains as they swam away.

“Thank you,” you slung your arms around Lestat.

“Anything for you”

Turning to leave, you stopped, seeing Mari climb from the water, transforming, before standing tall.

“I just want a word with you before I leave,” he said, seeing Lestat glare at him.

“Your child- I could smell them on you, almost immediately, like Sherah’s son,” he started.

“We were given a girl,” you told him, seeing him smile slightly.

“The water knows best”

“I'm worried about her aging, Lestat hasn't aged since he was turned, and he lives off of human blood,” you explained.

“She will be fine, raise her as both, the water will sustain her and eventually his gift will take over, take care, Ari calls for me,” he said, turning.

“Mari, stay here, you’ll like it-

“I can not abandon my duties, love you, my little guppy”

7 years later…

"I'm finished, Can I please go play?" the seven-year-old asked her daddy.

"It's getting late, Amara,” you told her, but she only pouted, climbing on her father.

"Daddy, can I go play, please?"

“I thought you wanted to swim tonight?” you asked her.

"I do, I won't be long, tell her daddy, tell her how fast I run,” she said, making him chuckle.

"Let’s just give her a few minutes,” he said, using the handkerchief to wipe the blood from her lips. Clapping in excitement, she was out of the house immediately.

"She can't always have her way," you told Lestat, who continued playing the music on his piano.

"You have your way all the time, ma chérie, who do you think she gets it from?” he asked, smirking, as you leaned down, kissing his lips.

“She is getting better at hunting every day, it’s a reward for her and a break for us,” he said, standing up, and picking you up.

•••

"Hey, I'm back" Amara whispered, as she approached the dock.

"Did you eat well?" the merman asked, rising above the water.

"How can I understand you?"

"Because you're special," he tells her.

“I'm a mermaid, like you, but only half,” she told him.

“Yes”

"What's your name again, sir?"

"Mari, but don't tell anyone, our secret"

"Okay, can I hear the story now? I ate all of my food and asked my mommy and daddy to come play”

"Of course, little one, it is about a lonely mermaid princess, who was banished from her home, this is a true story"

"A mermaid princess? I bet she was pretty, what was her name?"

"She was one of the most beautiful, let's call her angel?"

"Angel? Why that?"

"She was the only one to have the heart of an angel, out of all of her brothers and sisters, but Amara, we must continue"

"Sorry, go on," she giggled, listening to him tell the story.

•••

"Amara," you called for her worriedly, running around the port. You knew she wouldn't be right back, but after over an hour passed, you became worried.

"She's right here," Lestat appeared on the dock, picking her up.

"You said you wouldn't be long, young lady," you said, as the child pouted, she looked so much like Lestat with his pale eyes and sharp features.

"Sorry mama, look at what I got though," she said, showing the pretty shell.

“It is very pretty,” you told her.

"Come on, ma chére, you need a bath," Lestat said walking back home.

You didn't follow, staying still a little longer, staring at the water, unable to identify where the familiar scent was.

"Mari?" you whispered.

"Ma chérie, Amara wants to apologize with kisses,” Lestat reappeared, making you laugh.

"I’m willing to hear her out, but only because she's so cute," you said, joining the two. 

Watching from the water, Mari was happy for you, you were finally with people who accepted you completely.

"Thank you," you mumbled. Your heart warmed at the thought of Mari being involved in Amara’s life - that she would know another mermaid outside of herself and you.

"Hm?” Lestat asked.

"I hope you know you have to finish what you started, later tonight," you said lowly, grinning.

“I intend to”

"Two hearts became one, and the fallen princess had risen to outshine her dark nation," Mari thought.

"Goodbye, big brother"

"Goodbye, little sister"

Looking back for the last time, the merman dived into the water, swimming back to his underwater kingdom.

the end 😅

[peachesofteal]

idk if this has been mentioned before, but the au where johnny and simon break it off with darling right after she found out she was pregnant and didn’t tell them;; imagine she can’t handle the pressure of being a mother—a single mother who has no one, so maybe one day while simon and johnny are on leave, their doorbell rings. one of them opens it and there sits the baby in a carrier with a bag stuffed full of unused supplies, the little bab wailing and there’s no doubt this is one of their kids—it looks exactly like one of them.. a mini mixture of darling and one of them. but there’s no sign of darling anywhere; just the baby, couldn’t even be a year old yet.

maybe there’s a note—a short one if at all—maybe there isn’t. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Yes omg this is so good! 🩵🩵🩵

18+ / mature themes / disco baby au

“D’ya want the blinds open?” Simon grunts, rolling on his side. He nuzzles into Johnny’s side, pressing his face against the curve of his neck, counting the beat of his pulse, over and over.

“Too early.” He protests, stroking his fingers through Simon’s hair, across his shoulder blades, down his ribs. They’re both too warm but don’t dare separate, finally able to lay together after a too long op, one that picked up right after their previous. Which was picked up right after the one before that… and so on.

They’re not running. That’s what Johnny tells him. They’re not hiding. They’re just… occupying their minds. Keeping themselves focused on something, anything other than… you.

You, who had disappeared after the break up. You, who had ran with a broken heart, over a year ago.

They made the right decision, he tells himself. They did the right thing. It would have been too hard on you. Too difficult. How was it fair, to leave you here while they were gone for six, seven months, with no guarantee of them even coming back? How was it fair, to leave you unprotected, with a target on your back just because you were theirs?

It wasn’t. So they made the hard call. The necessary call.

Or so they thought.

It’s what they tell themselves, even when they spend all night talking about you. Even when they dream about you. Even when Simon closes his eyes, and all he can see is the devastation on your face when they left you.

Simon’s just falling into the that sweet in between sleep, the twilight doze that proves more than elusive when they’re working, when he hears it,

The knocking.

Johnny jerks in his arms, body readying in fight or flight, while Simon holds completely still. Listening. Waiting.

A second knock never comes.

They’re both already out of the bed, and Simon’s already got the handgun that he keeps under the side table in his hand as he keeps a hand on Johnny’s back by the time a few seconds pass.

He stands in front of the door, one hand on the handle, Johnny half around the corner.

“Open it.” He whispers behind him, and Simon pulls the door free, half raising the gun, expecting something on the other side. Something or someone intending to harm them, harm Johnny. Take him away.

The door opens to an empty hall, and Johnny frowns eyes darting over Simon’s shoulder, trying to see.

Who knocked? Who-

His breath stops in his chest when he sees what’s at his feet.

A baby?

“Who’s… is that?” Johnny starts, then stops, staring down at the little infant who blinks at them, mouth half open. There’s a bag next to the carrier, and a piece of paper on the baby’s lap.

A note?

Johnny reaches for it instantly, Simon keeping a grasp on his forearm until he reluctantly lets go. It could be a trap, it could be a bomb, it could be a ploy, a bio weapon, a-

“Si.” Johnny holds the thin paper between trembling fingers. He looks stunned, confused, and passes it to Simon wordlessly.

“Hey,

I can’t do this. I tried. I’m sorry.

Her name is Bee. She’s perfect. Take care of her.”

-Darling.

[meiieiri]

WHEN SHE LOVED ME

❁—SYNOPSIS: suguru geto was never the same after that fateful day at the foothills of mt. mushiroyama. but he was not by any means damned. how could he be knowing that he was so loved and adored by the one he lovingly called his little flickering light?

a/n: help i have five drafts on this page. three of them are 18+ and are practically finished but i’m too scared to post them :<

it had been exactly two decades since suguru geto first learned that he was different. he was seven at the time, and his parents had snuck out of their humble rural abode at around four in the morning to tend to the fields while their young son serenely slept in the adjacent room, happily drooling away on his childhood pillow, his little head filled with anything but worry. no one could have ever anticipated the sinister things that would transpire that uneventful morning.

it all happened so quickly. the senior mr. geto had just finished watering the last row of beets when a shrill cry pierced through the silent twilight and mrs. geto, the one that preceded you, sprinted towards the house like her life depended on it in a bid to reach her son and put him out of harm’s way. countless thoughts raced in her head: had a thief broken into their home, or perhaps some wild forest wolf?

none of those, apparently.

it came as a peculiarity to the couple to find their son bawling his eyes out, cowering under the protection of the futon’s blanket at an invisible phantom, a mere shadow on the wall of his bedroom. they dismissed it as a nightmare and consoled the then seven-year-old suguru. “it was just a nightmare, suguru,” his mother smoothed her hand down his back, soothing him. “it can’t hurt you.”

unbeknownst to them at the time, that was no nightmare, but an earthly curse born from ghastly human emotions. that was how suguru had been unwillingly dragged into this godforsaken trade. now, twenty years later, and with a family of his own, suguru no longer feared those phantoms on the wall — he loathed them, despised them with every fiber of his being though he was master to countless curses. but there was still one thing that struck fear into his heart like the foreboding doom that came from the heron-like sound of countless heavenly spears raining from the skies during the archaic battles of old he used to read about in jujutsu tech’s library.

nightmares.

he wakes up with a start and the comforter pools at his hips, his eyes darting around the room as if they were in search of something, his breath coming out in pants. it was just a nightmare, suguru, he thinks to himself, echoing his late mother’s words, as he tries in vain to banish the grotesque haunts of his youth from his head, it can’t hurt you.

he helplessly glances at your side of the bed — empty and cold, of course — you were out on a week long mission with your students and weren’t due to come home for another day or so. he pulls at the strands of his tousled hair, frustrated, and before he knows it, a few tears haphazardly slip from his bottom eyelids as he reminisces about his past failures. in his sadness, he does not hear the door to the bedroom open, creaking quietly as he is wracked by another round of painful sobs.

“papa?” startled, he looks up, instinctively wiping away the damp droplets from his face. his eyes soften at the sight. there she was, the petite jailer that held his heart ransom, standing behind the door, her trusty companion, the stuffed rabbit he helped you sew for her, tucked under her arm. she looks at him with sad eyes, hesitant to come in. “you okay?” she asks worriedly.

suguru lets out a tearful chuckle. this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. he should be the one calming her, banishing her nightmares away not the other way around.

“y-yes,” he tries to collect himself to make his way over to her but his daughter beats him to it. akari meets him halfway as he was about to stand up from the king-sized bed, throwing herself against his waist, her arms coming up to hug him as if by doing so she could rid her papa of all his troubles and worries. “oh, little love,” he sniffles at his little girl’s altruism, gathering her into his arms to sit her on his lap. “what’s wrong?”

she averts her gaze momentarily, her dark eyes warily scanning the room. at the tender age of five, she could already pick up residuals (much to suguru’s dismay). when she does not notice anything of note, she mutters out a single word: “nightmare.”

“you had a nightmare?” suguru asks, his hands finding hers, his fingers interlacing with her little ones.

akari shakes her head adamantly. “n-no,” she reiterates, insistent that her papa has misunderstood her. “papa…did you have a nightmare?” she waits for his reply with bated breath.

suguru contemplates on what to say for a long while, his hands absentmindedly playing with her smaller ones, his head bowed, almost in apology. at this age, in his young daughter’s eyes, he was her hero, one similar to those in her storybooks. he was supposed to be the archetypal knight that slayed dragons and laid waste to monster lairs, the prince that would sooner scale the highest towers, racing to the rescue of the princess who had fallen into a death-like sleep. if she was afraid or sad, it was his duty to make her less so. it was his responsibility as a father to take on an image of unrelenting courage. but he fears his own armor had gathered rust over the years, his claymore had dulled in countless battles that left so much ruin in its wake and his noble steed had long since been retired to the stables. he was no knight, nor was he a prince that his daughter could rely on. he was just plain old suguru.

but for akari, that was enough.

“…please don’t cry,” akari mumbles sadly, her tiny hands gently rest on his cold cheeks. she really is your daughter, suguru muses almost in awe at how much the two of you were alike in the way you both are able to keep him from falling apart completely. suguru leans into her touch, pressing their foreheads together, a special thing that only father and daughter could share together. “i’m here, papa.” even at your loneliest.

“…me too, little love.”

[mhsdatgo]

Alicent crowing aegon exposing her children to more risk than just letting rhaenyra became queen. Rhaenyra wanted that throne, there is no way she would have accepted those "terms", and alicent is 100% aware of this in the book and in the show as well. By crowning aegon she start a war and put her children DIRECTLY on the battlefield against people who were more experienced in war like daemon or ride dragon longer like rhaenyra and rhaenys amd consequently may control their dragon better. If you didn't want to consider a crash between two or more dragons, even if they were on a dragon against an army the danger is very high, look at rhaenys the conqueror or aemon the first son of jaehaerys, they were on dragon's back and yet both of them were killed by arrow. Not to mention that both in the book and in the show alicent spend years creating animosity with rhaenyra, If you TRULY believe that someone may hurt your children you do everything you can to maintain at least a civil relationship, and not constantly provoke them and then cry about how your children may be hurt by your stupidity. Because that what alicent has done in the book starting hating rhaenyra, pray viserys to name Aegon as heir and constantly share gossip to damage rhaenyra's image (with a 10 years old girl, meanwhile Alicent was a GROWN woman), and in the show the situation is not different. The truth is that alicent’s action were based on her own ambitious in the book and on her resentment to rhaenyra in the show, but NEVER in the interest of her children. In fact aegon never wanted to be king, he was forced by her and has to endure all the consequences while watching all of his family die

Ladies and gentlemen, here we have someone who quite literally didn't get a single thing about Fire and Blood.

See, anons like these are what makes my blood boil at the writers of HotD for making Rhaenyra appear like a saint which not only made most of the decisions she'll take from this moment onward out of (show) character (as far as character building and development goes) but also fucking boring.

I'm always one to listen to different points of view and interpretations of books as complicated as these, but something that has always bugged me is the way this fandom CANNOT DIGEST the type of tragedy that is just inevitable.

It was never about picking sides, it was never about sexism, it was always about kin torn apart by kin and their own flaws dragging them down. There was no way to ever avoid that and I cannot have a proper discussion about F&B with anyone who doesn't understand this first.

Moreover, just what do you think Alicent should've done? Shut up, be quiet, sit still and look pretty while Daemon's spies turned her children into bloody shreds? Allow them to be assassinated because of the threat they pose to Rhaenyra's claim? Does everything revolve around her? Is she some kind of Twilight Sparkle?

Let me tell you this: no woman would willingly step back and leave their children to their own devices when their own lives pose a threat to someone else's interests.

I have respect for Rhaenyra and her will to fight for what she believed was her birthright (although let's be honest, it was a feeling born out of nothing but the entitlement of a spoiled brat, it turned into a war of parents after one of each faction's children was killed) but I also have so much more respect for Alicent and her courage to bare teeth and claws and plan a coup to be allowed the upper hand and more possibilities of looking after her children if one of them is ruling. It's not "stupidity" it's awareness. And acting according to it.

It's true that Alicent has her own ambitions, but to say that they started growing in her when she was nothing but an 18 year old girl marrying a 30 year old man... Do you hear yourself? That's a girl getting graduated from high school. Oh shiver me timbers, we're scared of young adults here.

Everyone likes and loves and adores to talk about the way ALICENT was having beef with Rhaenyra as a 10 year old but nevermind Rhaenyra placing a bounty on two toddlers and one of them getting ripped apart because of it. Nevermind her refusing that bastard Corlys' advice to take Daeron as a hostage and demanding that he be killed instead. (Because this bitch was the #1 threat to her rule, but y'all aren't ready for that conversation)

She never "prayed" for Aegon to be named as heir, what she DID pray for was for him and Rhaenyra to be betrothed to one another. I hate Rhaegon personally, (no hate to any Rhaegon stan that reads this ♥️) but honestly this is the only marriage that could've MAYBE prevented the Dance. It started because there were two claimants to the throne. Just marry them to each other and the issue was solved. Both of them get crowned, no Dance, peace.

But noooooo, Viserys, the incompetent twat, as always had to act like an incompetent twat and be like "lol but they don't get along". IT WAS HIM WHO DOOMED HIS CHILDREN, EACH AND EVERY ONE OF HIS SONS AND DAUGHTERS. ALL. OF. THEM.

Everyone else acted as a consequence to the cluterfuck that the sick old man created. Namely, chaos. What else did you expect?

[tenderleavesbob]

"Legend! Four!"

The battlefield was a mess, but Warriors could still hear Twilight screaming. He finished off his fight with a quick, hard slash of his blade and then looked where Twilight was staring.

Four was on the ground, awake but clearly dazed and wounded. Legend stood over him, sword in his hands and wild eyed. Twilight was surrounded and was fighting like a madman, but Warriors saw that there was no way that he would be able to get to them in time. He couldn't make out the other members of the chain in this mess. This was Warriors's world, and the battles here tended to be spread out and terrible, the enemies using their great numbers to overpower their foes.

Bokoblins tried to swarm Warriors. He fought them off even as he kept one eye on Legend and assessed the situation. Something cut the back of his leg, and he kicked the bokoblin away without looking. Legend was tiring. Four was still awake but not getting up.

Both had revealed themselves to be shifters. Warriors guessed all of the heroes were, although he had only seen some of the different shapes. Twilight often used his wolf shape. Warriors had seen Mask transform but had never seen Time do so. Sky loved flying with Wind. He had only seen both Four and Legend transform once but knew their alternate forms wouldn't help them now. He doubted Four was coherent enough to shift and Legend's shift would only get him killed.

Only Mask had seen Warriors's other form, and if he had his way, only Mask would ever see his form. It was humiliating. It was another reminder of how poorly he fit the legendary hero title. He hadn't transformed since the last time Mask had seen him when he was barely 18 years old.

Legend and Four needed him. They were also on the far side of the battlefield.

With a swift slash, Warriors cleared the area around him. Anxiety rose in him but he pushed it back with long experience. He needed to save his brothers.

If any of them laughed at them for this, he would step on them.

Warriors took a deep breath and shifted.

It ached and his muscles protested. It felt like resuming sword practice after a long illness. Warriors hissed with pain, which transformed into a high whinny.

How embarrassing.

His body felt different than what he remembered from the last transformation. The ground seemed farther away than before. Warriors had no time to focus on it or Twilight's sudden, startled shouting. He bolted toward Legend and Four, stomping on or leaping over any monsters who stepped in front of him.

It was easier than he expected. His legs felt stronger. He would need to transform in private later.

For now, he needed to save his brothers. Nothing else mattered.

Well, Legend's wide eyes and fallen jaw mattered. A little. "You're a fucking UNICORN?" he spluttered when Warriors paused beside him.

Warriors snorted and knelt on the ground. No time for that. Legend seemed to agree, because even as he kept muttering to himself, he dragged first Four and then himself onto Warriors's back. With one last huff, Warriors stood up and ran from the battlefield. He would handle the rest of the details later.

"A fucking unicorn," Legend was still grumbling on Warriors's back. It made Warriors feel a little better about his embarrassing shift.

It helped, too, that Legend was stroking his neck with the hand not holding onto Four. Maybe Warriors would even be willing to transform after this battle.

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looks like we made it | choi yeonjun

maybe being maid of honor at your best friend's wedding, opposite your college ex, had its perks after all... // minors dni, 18+

warnings: exes to lovers, best man!yeonjun x maid of honor!reader, built up tension // words: 3.84k

a/n: sorry in advance, but i took out the smut section because it didn't feel like it fit with the direction the fic took. but regardless, i hope you enjoy!

you giggled again as your best friend, eui, pulled you from the passenger side of her car - seemingly desperate to get you up to her apartment.

“eui, what’s going on? why are you in such a rush?” the smile of your face was etched permanently, like it always was when you were around eui. the two of you had been friends since you were merely five years old, and had remained inseparable ever since.

she didn’t respond though, her laughs growing as she covered your eyes once you were outside her front door. through all of your protests, she shushed you and carefully led you inside - based on the direction she steered you in, you had assumed into her living room.

she had been secretive and kind of strange all day, the conversation never flowing into why she so urgently needed to hang out with you at all. it was definitely suspicious, but with eui you could never expect what was coming. it could be the most mundane thing ever, for all you knew.

oh, but how wrong you were.

when she finally removed her palms from your eyes, you blinked as you adjusted to the light. looking around, there were loads of pink balloons and decorations. was she pregnant? no, no she would’ve told you sooner so that couldn’t be it.

“surprise!” she cried, holding up a cake with your name iced on the top. but… what else was etched in the pale pink icing?

will you be my maid of honor?

once the words had registered in your brain, you squealed, tears springing to your eyes. you pulled her into a massive hug, both bouncing on the balls of your feet in excitement.

“of course i will! oh my god, eui, this is huge!”

the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon pampering yourselves over a bottle of red wine and face masks, with the twilight movies playing peacefully in the background. her fiance was away for the weekend, so you had all the time in the world to relax with your soul twin. really, you had both been dreaming of days like these since you were preteens hooked on the idea of marrying your celebrity crushes, and now here you were - merely months away from watching your closest friend in the world walk down the aisle.

you gossiped a little, getting tea about how eui’s own mother was arguing with her fiance’s mother about the theme of the wedding, and silly things like the color scheme and the cake. you had met soobin many times, and he was very open about how argumentative his mother could be. especially when it came to her children - she wanted nothing less than the best for them, no matter what it took. somehow, he didn’t share his mother’s need for the finest things, often opting to take the easy route instead. for “simplicity and comfort reigned over expensive and difficult”, he often said.

“you wouldn’t believe how he asked yeonjun to be his best man, though,” eui huffed with a roll of her eyes. “he literally asked him on speakerphone in the car. like… where is the spice? the flavor? the speciality?”

you laughed along, sharing her confusion, but one thing stuck out in the forefront of your mind. choi yeonjun. soobin’s best friend, and the bane of your existence.

you and yeonjun had dated throughout your sophomore and junior years in college, and everyone had thought you were soulmates - you were voted first to get married, first to start a family, most likely to grow old together by all of your friends.

but right at the beginning of senior year, something changed. he became more distant, more distracted. you barely saw each other, and when you did, all you would do is eat a burger or nap together. it was exhausting to feel like you weren’t enough anymore, and so you left. but what hurt the most is that he didn’t try to stop you from leaving, and he was in a new - very shown-off - relationship merely a month later.

sure, the two of you were civil now you had graduated and moved on with your lives, but that didn’t stop the little bitter feeling you got deep in your stomach every time you saw him. and now - god, you’d have to see each other so often. you’d have to share so many responsibilities and tasks. eui and soobin were lucky you loved them so much to be able to deal with it.

not long after eui had actually asked you to be such an integral part in her wedding party, yeonjun had reached out to you. he offered to take you out for lunch the following week so you could discuss your respective hen and stag parties - of course, that was his biggest concern right now. but respectfully, you agreed, and arranged to meet him at a diner on the outskirts of town the following thursday. you only had 5 months until the wedding, so it was better to start organizing these things as soon as possible.

by the time thursday finally rolled around, you had forgotten about your plans to meet with yeonjun until he texted you while you were 6 episodes deep into a pretty little liars marathon. stressed and half asleep, you rushed around to grab anything you needed and put on clothes - there was no way you were meeting him in pajama’s. 

he was waiting outside your apartment building, having kindly offered to drive you to the diner and back as your car was in the garage getting repairs. when you finally got outside, he was waiting leant against his car, scrolling through his phone. for a second you were transported back to college, seeing a younger yeonjun waiting to pick you up for a date. it felt strange, and you shrugged off the feeling as you approached him.

“hey, you.” you smiled, pulling his attention from his phone and alerting him of your presence. he smiled widely, holding his arms out for a brief hug, which for some unknown reason you accepted.

“hey, yourself. how’ve you been?” he asked as you pulled away and got into the car, the stress of adult life evident on both of your faces.

you made small talk during the drive to the diner, and it was surprisingly comfortable. you forgot how well you and yeonjun truly got along, whether as friends or as partners, and already you knew you were going to enjoy having him back in your life like this.

once in the diner, you both ordered milkshakes and a side of fries to share as you discussed your respective plans for the hen and stag parties, and what was off-limits for the others to do.

“honestly, just no strippers. i know its common sense, but its a respect thing. eui wouldn’t appreciate it, and honestly, i don’t think soobin would enjoy it anymore.” you giggled, watching as yeonjun intently took notes on what you were saying. he was almost as serious as you were, rocking up with ruled notepads and an abundance of different coloured pens.

“no, i agree. i think bin would be offended if i even tried it. i was thinking about taking some guys away on a camping trip for a weekend. bin’s turned into such an old man - i was thinking he’d enjoy just a few guys going fishing. what are you thinkin for the hen party?”

you smiled softly, appreciating how much effort he was willing to put in for his best friend.

“eui’s mentioned a few times wanting to do a spa getaway - so realistically, we could plan you guys going camping and us going to a spa resort for the same weekend. i was thinking maybe the weekend before the wedding if that works for your ideas?”

yeonjun hummed before replying. “i think that makes sense. if the wedding is a tuesday, we all leave on the friday and then come back on the sunday evening. then monday, i know soobin’s very traditional, so the bridal party and groomsmen for the ceremony can stay separately to prepare for tuesday.”

deep down, you were shocked at how seriously he was taking it, but hastily agreed.

you stayed a while longer, discussing various plans over your fries, and just generally catching up before he drove you home, pulling you into another hug to say goodbye for now. it was nice, you truly loved having him around. 

unfortunately, you didn’t see him again for a couple of weeks.

eui and soobin had invited you over for dinner, and you realized when you got out of your uber that yeonjun was there, too - you spotted his car outside and, regretfully, your stomach fluttered. it was just a casual dinner with some friends in their apartment, but suddenly you felt underdressed in your work shirt and jeans. god, did you even remember to put a bottle of body spray in your bag this morning? why was the thought of yeonjun’s presence making you so stressed?

with a sigh, you trudged into the building, catching the elevator up to the fifth floor. you could call apartment 505 your second home by now; spending all your free time there before eui had soobin move in, and still spending every friday night and occasionally a saturday morning there too. you were lucky that eui had found such an understanding fiance, one who adored you like you were his best friend from the start, and even going as far as to introduce you as his sister-in-law now.

knocking on the door, you heard a yell from inside before feet padded towards the door, and it swung open to reveal a pouty eui. she had her arms crossed over her chest, and from the living room you could hear insanely loud laughter from the two men inhabiting the room.

“what did they do now?” you teased, placing your bag and shoes down as she let you in.

“they keep cheating at uno!” she cried, genuine anguish in her voice. “they’re teaming up against me, (y/n)! its so unfair!”

“choi soobin!” you called out in feigned disgust as you entered the living room, very casually taking a seat next to yeonjun, who was sat on the opposite sofa to soobin - and now eui. “i can’t believe you’d betray your future wife like this! i might have to whisk her away if you carry on.”

yeonjun cackled next to you, and just as quickly as the feeling arose, your anxiety about seeing him disappeared.

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“ladies and gentleman, i give you– the bride and groom!”

as the first notes of unchained melody by the righteous brothers played through the speakers, a warm smile grew on your face. just being here to watch your best friend marry the love of her life was phenomenal.

you looked across the head table you were seated at, and caught eyes with yeonjun - was he already looking at you? you didn’t have time to process the thought before he smiled, eyes all crinkly and tear-filled, and raising his glass slightly in a toast to you both.

yeah. you’d done well. the wedding had run so smoothly, because no one could even consider acting up before you or yeonjun put a stop to it. you were just grateful you didn’t have to “accidentally” spill red wine on a guest who had shown up wearing white - your biggest worry averted, as everyone in invitation took the dress code very seriously.

over the past few months, yeonjun and yourself had grown extremely close again, and you couldn’t be happier. it felt nice, having him around. like a breath of fresh air that you hadn’t experienced since you graduated, and he truly brought out the best in you. all throughout the respective hen and stag weekends, you hadn’t stopped checking in with one another, to the point where one of your other friends took your phone, thinking you were drunk texting an ex.

you supposed that really, you were. it pained you to admit, but after spending so much time with yeonjun over the past few months, an itch had grown that you couldn’t quite scratch. you swore you’d tried everything - a trust vibrator, a dating app, even a blind date set up by eui - but nothing worked. it felt like every time he was around you, your soul yearned from yeonjun and your skin lit itself on fire.

you just had no idea that he was seated across the table from you, facing the exact same dilemma. he always thought he was over you - that you were both mature adults now, and you could be friends without your past affecting you. but even from that very first hug before you went to the diner together, you’d been playing on his mind like a looped track. you looked good - that much he could never deny. and sure, he would always hold you to a high standard because you were his first love, but this was deeper than that. no one else could even compare, not anymore. he wanted you so bad - not sure whether he just needed a fuck, or he truly missed you deep in his soul, but he wanted to find out.

as the evening progressed, you couldn’t help but let your mind and eyes wander to the man who seemed to be constantly on your mind. during wedding planning, you always seemed to be paired together - not that you minded - and that resulting in the pair of you hanging out regularly by yourselves. movie nights, games nights with eui and soobin, trips to the diner, even accompanying one another on their weekly food shop when you bumped into each other in the supermarket. no matter how hard you tried to fight it, the universe was pushing you together and you weren’t sure how much resolve you had left. the last thing you needed was the kiss him, just for him to reject you, and feel like that 21-year-old heartbroken college student all over again. well, that was until one of soobin and yeonjun’s old college friends asked you to dance, which you happily agreed to.

the second yeonjun looked up from his conversation with eui’s young sister and looked eyes on you dancing with serim, his blood felt like it was boiling. his friend was looking at you with literal hearts in his eyes, who did he think he was? you were yeonju– well, you weren’t yeonjun’s. but the point was why the fuck did serim think he could flirt so hard as he spun you around on the dancefloor? especially right in front of where yeonjun was sitting? had he not been obvious enough? he spoke about you all the time to his friends, they had to know his returning feelings for you by now.

you, on the other hand, were more than happy in your predicament of dancing with serim. when the boy approached you, you vividly remembered him from college. most of all, you remembered how kind he was to you, even after you and yeonjun had broken up. so when he so politely asked you to dance, how could you say no? you already thought serim was lovely, and there was no harm in dancing with a handsome man. worst case scenario, he was boring. best case scenario, it helped you get over your unreciprocated feelings for yeonjun. you danced with him for a while, chatting away the whole time, until you had to excuse yourself to give your heeled feet a break and get a drink.

once you reached the bar, massaging your aching calves, you smiled as you ordered your drink. a vodka cranberry - something you’d discovered during your freshers week of college, and swore by ever since. you reached into your clutch to get your bank card, but a hand reached out and swiped their card across the reader before you could.

“serim, i appreciate it, but–”

“its been half an hour an you’ve already forgotten what i look like?” your protests were cut off as you looked up and met eyes with a smiling yeonjun, which caused a grin to spread across your face.

“course not, jjunie. just thought you were a little caught up being the future husband of every child here.” you giggled, referencing the way all the young girls at the wedding had fallen from him and approached one at a time, shyly asking if he’d marry them.

yeonjun was amazing with kids, that much you knew, and it warmed your heart watching the way he interacted with them, and told them that they’d find their own prince charming one day, because uncle jjunie couldn’t marry them.

“good,” he grinned, pushing your drink towards you as it was served. “don’t want you abandoning me for serim, now, do i?”

you sighed at that, taking a sip of your drink as yeonjun looked at you confused. upon further prompting, you opened up and spoke to him about your short experience with the boy in question.

“i just… i don’t know, jjun. he asked me out. and like, yeah, he’s sweet and all, but i don’t want to feel like i’m leading him on, you know?”

yeonjun looked perplexed at your words, but stayed quiet. he knew you well enough to know you would have more to say, and you looked away as you continued. you didn’t know what, but something about his gaze felt a lot more intense now.

“i’m not looking for dating or a relationship. well, i mean– i guess i am, but only with someone specific. unless i get over them, its not fair to try and pursue things with anyone else.”

he stayed quiet, still, and you looked over to see him staring at you with something unrecognizable in his eyes. you wondered for a second if you’d said something to upset him - never wanting that to be the outcome of any of your interactions. maybe he was worried serim’s heart would be broken if you rejected his advances? yeonjun was always very protective of his friends, everyone who knew him could attest to that. but the way he was looking at you was like he was trying to read your every inner thought, so you couldn’t be sure.

“fuck it… (y/n) can i talk to you outside?”

you were a little surprised by the bluntness of his words, but silently agreed, following as he headed to the empty hallway outside the room of the hotel that the reception was being hosted in. the second you exited, the loudly blaring music turned to a soft thudding bass, and so for that alone you were thankful.

yeonjun paced quietly for a moment, while you leant against the wall, taking off your heels to give your aching feet a break. you wished you put a pair of flats in your purse-bag, standing barefoot in a hotel corridor felt wrong on so many levels.

“jjun, what’s wrong? you know you can tell me anything, right?” you said softly after a few minutes of silence, genuinely worried for the taller boy in front of you. your words shook him from his trance and he stopped his endless pacing, but he still couldn’t bring himself to look at you.

his head was swirling, and he felt like he was spinning out of control. what if you rejected him? worse, what if you called him disgusting, or got mad that your recent proximity made him think that you could try again? what if you told eui and soobin that he’d made you uncomfortable, and he lost them, too? he knew if was silly to worry the way he was, but you looked so perfect in your bridesmaid dress and he was riddled with feelings of inadequacy. maybe serim would be better for you after all. serim had never broken your heart. serim had never acted like you didn;t exist to protect his own heart. serim would never do that to you, not like he had.

but at the same time, he knew he wasn’t that person anymore. he knew he was good enough. he knew he could be anything and everything you asked for. he could picture you walking towards him in a wedding dress, and he wanted that. he wanted all of it with you, and it had taken him one too many years to realize it.

he sighed heavily, a sound that you hadn’t heard leave his lips in many years. your heart thudded in your chest, not knowing what to expect - but preparing yourself for the worst. not that you knew what the worst would be, but you had to prepare either way.

however, what you weren’t expecting was for yeonjun to bare his heart to you - eyes wide and shining as he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky. your heart skipped a heat with his every word. you didn’t even respond until you were 100% sure he had finished what he needed to say.

“i just– i’m so, so head over heels for you. when soobin told me you were eui’s maid of honour, i was worried. not for seeing you, but i wasn’t sure you’d want to do this with me after i broke you heart. and i did. i know i did. i was stupid, and i let go the best thing that ever happened to me, and i’m so ashamed it took me this long for me to figure it out.

then i saw you dancing with serim, and it was like everything i’ve been trying to repress these past few months came bubbling back up to the surface. i never truly got over you, but i was always ready to cheer you on and support you with whatever and whoever made you happy - until it happened. the idea of serim being the one to treat you right, or dance with you at a wedding, or hold you hand and buy your drinks for you - it made me honestly feel sick.

you don’t have to accept this, i don’t want you to accept because you feel like you have to. i’ll support you on whatever path you take, but i couldn’t waste another second not telling you - especially when everyone here can see what a catch you are.”

you didn’t know what flipped harder - your stomach or your heart. he truly wanted you? it was like a curse and a miracle warped into one. a miracle, because you never would’ve thought the stress of hiding your feelings this past few months was affecting him too. a curse, because you knew you were falling in the deep end again. it was yeonjun. it would always be yeonjun, and you knew that even in the deepest parts of your soul.

through watery eyes and a skip in your chest, you smiled at him, using everything in you to stop the tears from falling.

“jjunie, i love you. i always have, and i always will.”

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wait wdym dc didn't stick with Red Robin for Tim [and the de-aging thing?] what are they calling him if not RR?

He's been Robin again since 2019 😬 it's a bit more complicated but that's the gist of it.

Okay so Tim became Red Robin in the 2009-2011 series of the same name, back in the post-Crisis timeline. He was supposedly 17 at the time, by official records, and I believe he was still supposed to be 17 when the universe was rebooted with Flashpoint in 2011? (Although this doesn't really make any sense with respect to jamming the huge number of events that happened while he was Robin into like four years, if he was supposed to have become Robin at 13; he should probably at least be 18 if not 19-20).

The Flashpoint reboot took us into the New 52 (much beloathed), where nearly everyone was de-aged to some extent to keep Bruce Wayne and his generation from getting ~too old~, and also Tim Drake was mangled into a completely different character who had never been "Robin"; he'd been "Red Robin" right from the start of his vigilante career. He was de-aged to 16 for the New 52 Teen Titans series.

Teen Titans (2011) #0; as you can see, this version of Red Robin kept a version of the bandoliers and gave Tim a fancy new functional wing cape that he could fly around with.

Next, Rebirth in 2016 was a partial reboot that brought back some aspects of the post-Crisis timeline; tbh I'm not an expert on this period. What I do know is that Tim mainly appears in James Tynion IV's run of Detective Comics that ran from 2016 to 2018. During this period Tim was still called Red Robin, but he'd basically reverted to a Robin costume, with only the silly doubled "RR" symbol identifying him as not ~actually~ Robin winkwink nudgenudge, and as I understand it he was mostly back to functioning as Bruce's partner.

Tynion's run ends in Detective Comics #981 with Tim telling Bruce that he's going off to Ivy University. (He's totally lying, as Tim Drake does; Alfred notices that his tracker is going off in the opposite direction of the university, but Bruce is like "I trust him" and turns the tracker off. Yay, I guess?)

Anyway the important bit is this revealing that Tim is 'going-off-to-college' age. Which could still reasonably be anywhere from 17-19, and DC being DC, they ~refuse to confirm~

Tim as Red Robin on the cover of Detective Comics #934 (2016); as you can see, he's pretty much Robin again lol

Detective Comics #968 (2018); another shot of his "basically Robin" Red Robin costume

In 2019 we got the actual return of Tim as Robin (no "Red") in Brian Michael Bendis's Young Justice run, re-uniting the Core Four from YJ 1998.

Young Justice (2019) #1

As you can see, he no longer has the doubled 'RR', and he confirms that he's Robin - "Well, one of them!" I think he's supposed to be filling in as the Gotham Robin while Damian is running around the world having adventures and presumably getting into trouble, as Robins do? idk.

Tim also chases down his erased post-Crisis past at the beginning of this arc, having Zatanna magically restore (most of) his memories of the previous timeline, and, crucially, his forgotten best friend Kon, kickstarting some plot.

Tim, and all of the Young Justice crew, are notably young-looking for almost the entirety of this run. It varies based on the artist, but uh, yeah for the most part they are really damn baby-faced. This is a trend that continues with Tim and his generation of friends from this point onward, so fans have basically thrown up their hands like "is he 17 forever???? is he Edward Cullen from Twilight???? is he aging backward????"

We Just Don't Know

In any case, Bendis makes DC's next attempt to give Tim his own identity in short order, giving us the hilarious, ill-fated, and rightfully short-lived "Drake" identity.

Young Justice (2019) #10

He's back to being Robin by issue #18, hilariously switching costumes from one page to the next, although some time has apparently passed during the scene transition.

Young Justice (2019) #18; Jinny: "Is Drake back to being Robin?" Kon: "I think Batman and Spoiler made him go back to Robin. Don't bring it up. And say thank you because we didn't have to have the Drake intervention we were planning."

And as of the current date (July 13, 2023), Tim is still in the Robin identity, sharing it with Damian ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ God knows how old he's supposed to be right now. I certainly don't.

Batman (2016) #136; the most recent issue out to date, with Tim suiting up as Robin while filling Bruce in after diving into a bunch of parallel dimensions to bring Bruce home.

As you can see, it's a Mess. The Tim Drake's Vigilante Identity question is of course a hotbed of wank and infighting, as people are torn between (a) wanting him to continue as Robin and (b) wanting him to move on and "grow up" into his own identity again (and, importantly, leave Damian as the sole Robin again, lol).

It feels like most people are for option (b), but then nobody can agree on what his next identity and costume should be. Red Robin again?? Some other bird-based identity that doesn't share a name with a major restaurant chain?? Something else entirely??

God only knows what DC is going to come up with, especially after the Drake fiasco.

And there you have it, Anon! Hope that was helpful.