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sugoi-writes · 8 months ago

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Can I be 🦇 anon? For some reason I’ve always been obsessed with the flexing part of an arm? I don’t know the technical term but I can’t see Demon Al doing this as much as his human counterpart would sooooooooo human Alastor with his sweetheart who has never EVER soon for him like woman usually do I mean he has ladies fainting LMAOA HOWEVER one day when he’s cutting idk wood or something she sees his arm flex she’s like a puddle I mean full fangirling giggling and screaming and he’s like huh??? Until he realizes and then boom from then on he’s flexing any time he can to pull a scream from her

🦇Anon? Love it! I'm a big fan of bats! This ask was too adorable. I just KNEW I could cook something up!

It does get a liiiiittle suggestive in parts, but otherwise stays perfectly appropriate! FEAST, my dearies!!!

"Love? The fire is going out! We'll need more firewood!" You call from inside. You make your way to the door, your top half hovering just outside as you searched for your darling beau. You've always enjoyed your time with him at his family's cabin, a piece of his inheritance that was used quite often. And, of course, it was highly appreciated by the both of you.

Your eyes dart about until you heard a distinct CHOP, eyes finding Alastor with his axe buried into an old tree stump. His smile widens when he sees you, wiping the sweat from his brow. You feel your pulse race, surprised to see his bare chest gleaming in the sunlight. The humid, thick air that permeated in the South could not be helped, and so, Alastor worked without a shirt on. Even with this simple and understandable notion, you found yourself fond of (and shocked by) the rare sight. You try to make your face pleasantly neutral and wave, trying to save face.

"No worries, dear. 'Already mending that problem!"

You chuckle, leaning fully into the door frame as Alastor positions a new log to cleave through. The Summer was good for one thing, you reasoned; seeing Alastor's chest, bared for only you to see, heaving steadily as he worked. Better yet, you could practically feel the gaze he gave back to you, his knowing smile making you beam every time you saw it. While you weren't like most others, not being overly doting or frivolous about his appearance, you still appreciated and treasured it deeply.

When Alastor returned to his work, your eyes fixated on his hands, then his arms. Indeed, you were very familiar with how powerful they were. They did wonders for and to you. But then: you see a flex. A jut and shift of his bicep has your mouth watering lecherously. As his grip relaxed on the axe, his body bending down to grab another log, you watched the muscles in his arm relax and re-fire. This set of motions repeated for a time, much to your enjoyment. As an extra treat, sometimes a vein in his neck would pop out at the same time his forearms and triceps strained, making your pupils bloom and shrink with hunger.

It was, without a doubt, an extremely alluring sight. Each time the axe raised over his head, your eyes followed, forcing you to stiffle a nervous chuckle. God, he was too beautiful for his own good. He was too strong for you to handle, and far too beautiful to be a called simple, minimalist man. His body was the work of a master craftsman, thank God.

As another piece of firewood was cut, you covered you mouth, stifling a squeal as he brought a towel to his forehead, huffing from his efforts. When he heard your little noises, he turned to you, his smile drooping slightly," Anything the matter, dear?" You were quick to shrink back, waving his concern off with a nervous laugh.

"Ha-ha, NO! No, I'm fine! Don't worry about me! I-I'll start working on dinner, okay?" Alastor doesn't seem convinced, squinting in your direction. His glasses were cast aside earlier, in fear they may fall off and become a victim of his labor," If you say so, dear. I'll be inside in a moment to help with the potatoes, mon cherie." You nod and turn to go inside, your face still boiling hot as you try to distract yourself. Your body starts to go through the motions, chopping veggies that were freshly harvested to use in your stew. You try to focus on the task at hand, your mind lingering on images of Alastor's physique. You had failed at your task stupendously. You felt no remorse!

You couldn't help but squirm at the mental images: veins and muscles shifting from physical effort. That devilishly handsome smile and toned body... it made your heart race! You wondered what his arms must've looked like when he was hovering above you... Your grip was tightening as you chopped the veggies faster, your safety disregarded. You giggle to yourself, eyes closing momentarily to focus on the pleasant thought of Alastor caging you with his muscular arms until--

"FUCK-- shit!"

No sooner did you wail was Alastor at the door, slamming it open," What happened??? What did--"

Alastor's eyes were wide, pupils shrunken to mere pinpricks as he took in your form. You held your bleeding finger, huffing.

"I-It's fine, it's fine! I'm fine!" You reassure, grabbing a handtowel to press to your wound. Alastor strode over to you, tongue clicking at your carelessness. As he went to put his axe down, your eyes caught his arms again, yelping as you turn away hastily. Your sudden movement left your partner clueless.

Alastor pauses again, a brow raising," My love, what's gotten into you? You've never been this careless before..."

You shuddered as Alastor came behind you, hands resting on the counter on either side of your hips," Are you sure you're quite alright?"

He leaned in to kiss your cheek, coaxing you into looking his way. You began yelping again, your mouth slamming shut as you tear your eyes away from his body. Alastor grumbles, slightly annoyed with your silence," Sweetheart, I can't help you if you don't use your words--"

One hand snatches you by the hip, spinning you quickly around while the other takes your wounded hand.

You eyes are blown wide, unable to make eye contact as they stare down at Alastor's arms," I-Im fine, really just-- just got lost in my thoughts! I promise!"

Between Al's proximity, his partial nudity, and those arms trapping you, you felt like your face blazed hotter than the fucking Sun. Alastor seemed to catch on, watching as your legs squeezed, shifting your weight uncomfortably. He leans closer to you, the muscles in his torso expanding and contracting with his movements. You sigh shakily, stifling a blissful squeak. Ahh. So it was him that was causing you to fret...

Alastor began to chuckle slowly at first, before laughing heartily. You stammered as a large hand came to your shoulder to steady himself, your lips blubbering pathetically. He was laughing fairly hard, causing his abdominals to flex and seize (a sight too delicious to behold). You were whining, on the verge of squealing as you weakly pushed against him again.

"A-Alastor, if you don't back up, I just might NOT be okay!!!" Alastor couldn't help himself, working himself into short bursts of stitches as he calms down, eyes watering.

"Ohhh, dearest... honestly, was I really that distracting to you?" His voice was low and flirtatious as you felt yourself being pressed into the counter, his hips holding you in place. You nearly shrieked as Alastor's hands gripped the counter harshly, knuckles white. Your mouth fell agape with a silent moan as the muscles in his upper arms and pecs stirred once more. You push against him once more, feeling as though you would pop like a balloon.

"A-Al, this isn't cute!!! Stop it, please!" You practically whine as Alastor just leaned, kissing your bright, heated cheeks.

"Well, I suppose I could go chop more wood, if the space could offer you some reprieve..."

You gasp as your chin is pulled forward, forcing you to make eye contact with him. If you weren't in your prime, you'd fear having a stroke at the sight of his almond colored eyes staring back into yours with a tumultuous energy.

"But, I think we both know you'd prefer that I stay rii~iiight here, don't you?" He teased, his lips dangerously close to your own. Your own lips quivered at the relentless pestering, your eyes struggling to make contact again," W-Well, I-- you know I-- uugghhh, if you keep teasing me, dinner is going to be late!!!"

"That's fiiiine by me!" Alastor says in a sing-song tone, and to your horror, you are lifted and placed onto the counter with minimal effort. Your eyes become transfixed on him, unable to clench your legs closed. Alastor knew exactly what he was doing, and he wasn't going to let you off the hook so easily. Your partner moved to be between your thighs, his voice a husky gravel; his tone was JUST loud enough for you to process.

"How about we start with dessert first, hmm~?"

#alastor x reader #human!alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor fanfic #alastor imagine #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel imagine #alastor x you #alastor x y/n #heeeheeehee sorry if its a little TOO suggestibe #we all thirst over this man violently sooooo i figured it would be okay #let me know if youd rather a fluffier one and i can make that happen!#this was so fun to do #gdhdhsjshsja

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thesharkwhalewhoohooooo · 5 months ago

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Bridget x fem! Oc

"Red, my dearest, don't cut your hair like that." Hecate had walked in on a 17 year old Red, sitting begrudgingly at her vanity chair and was about to snil a whole chunk of hair off, probably because she was frustrated at it.

"Go away Hecate."

"Mh, sure, after you've given me those scissors, or else my head'll be the next one rolling." She joked, something that was strictly forbidden.

"What would you like me to do princess?" Red held up her hair in a half up half down, which she had been trying to do for a while now, but it just wouldn't sit right.

"There, no need to cut it all of, it takes longer to grow lost things back than it does to cut it off." She smiled at Red through the mirror, patting her shoulders and staring at her for a bit as she did her makeup.

"Creep."

"I'm allowed to stare at you kid, you've grown so much Red, it's weird how much you're like your mom." Red scoffed, hooding up her tube of mascara as if it was her mom's scepter and mocking her accent.

"Off with their heads!" Hecate laughed, the same loud and warm laugh that's been in every good memory Red has ever had.

"Exactly like that kiddo, just add a bit more black to your eyeshadow and you'd be a carbon copy!" She stopped laughing and looked at Red suspiciously.

"Well, i'd say your tutoring session is already done, but apparently Maddox had forgotten to give you some homework." Red frowned in confusion, what the fuck was that old lady on about?

Maddox landed on the couch she had but in the corner of her room, waving at them through the mirror with some papers.

"Good morning my Hecate!" The woman smiled at him, patting Red's shoulder once again before turning around and leaving.

"Gods, she's changed so much." Maddox reminisced about his past memories of the witch, not realising that Red had turned around in her chair.

"Has she really changed that much?"

"Mhm, there used to be a time where she was engaged... not that she'll ever be able to have a love life anymore though, so I wouldn't dwell on it too much." He shrugged, handing her the papers and quickly rushing out before she could ask more.

"Stupid Maddox and his shitty cliffhangers."

Red wasn't going to tell anyone that Maddox's words had intrigued her, so she obviously also didn't tell anybody that she was 'lurking' around in the court magician's quarters, even though it was her home sk it wasn't considered lurking, it felt as if she was, because she had never been in this hall before.

Much like how the queen had a hall of portraits of past rulers, the court magicians had a similar hall, with their engagements, accomplishments and marriages depicted on a plaque under their portrait.

When she had finally gotten through the endless sea of bright purple blue hair, and her eyes landed on Hecate's face, she searched the portrait for anything first.

She had an axe swung across her shoulder, the same muscled build, mostly same clothing, the hearts on her trousers were shades of pink, not red... weird, especially when the hearts on her shoulders kept their pink.

Her eyes trialed over her portrait, she saw a mass of bodies piled up behind her, making up the entirety of the back of it, but just far enough that you won't spot it when you first look.

"What the fuck..." she breathlessly muttered, leaning closer as she distinguished the bodies of human beings, including massive giants and sea creatures.

"Oh wow, she's a fucking monster, good to know." Red rolled her eyes, then went on to read the plaque.

"Hecate Spades and her weapon: the princess of Hearts, engaged to Queen Bridget Hearts- WHAT?!" Red's eyed widened, leaning closer and rubbing over the plaque as she saw her mother's name.

"Yeah, that was such a long time of my life, i'f wish it upon my worst enemy... but y'know, don't have any anymore." Hecate shrugged, as if she hadn't just scared the life out of the girl she considered a daughter.

"What?"

"YOU NEARLY MARRIED MY MOTHER?!" Hecate nodded, looking down at the princess with a smile.

"Mhm, definitely almost did." She shrugged, "but, someone has to carry on the court's magician line, and i'm not sure how that would work if we merged with the royal line." Red suspiciously eyed her, that was not the real reason for the break up.

"Then where is your heir then? Mh?" Hecate smirked at her.

"You." Red choked, then saw Hecate laughing and slapped her.

"Hey! Not funny!" Hecate stopped laughing, staring at Red for a while, seemingly out of it before she nudged her arm.

"Hellooooo?"

"Right, actually, i'm training my niece for it, she's my father's sister's son's daughter, she had a high affinity in magic, and if she gets my magic when I pass, she might be up to par with me." She looked down at the plaque, eyes zeroing in on the queen Bridget of Hearts part, if she ever found out, she'd have no niece to teach.

"Let's leave before she finds us here-."

"Red. What are you doing here." The queen herself had left her throne room purely to find her daughter, now that was rare.

Hecate stiffened up, which Red noticed, and pushed the girl to her daughter, standing in front of her portrait with a matching grin.

"What'cha think? Do I still look as amazing as 2 decades ago?" She put her hands on her side and puffed up her chest, Red let out a giggle at it, and Hecate looked at her with soft eyes, remembering more and more of her Bridget the longer she spend with her.

"You look utterly stupid, stop this nonsense at once." Speaking of the woman, she was staring straight into Hecate's eyes, who smiled at her.

"Will do so, my queen." She bowed, disappearing into nothing in less than a second.

"Hey, mom? Were you ever engaged-..." Red trialed off with a frown, looking at the plaque, where once stood engaged to to Queen Bridget of Hearts' now laid a blank spot.

"Why are you spouting such nonsense, out of this hall! Now! And I better not find you snooping here again! I bet Hecate put you up to this, didn't she?!"

"Can I see the princess of Hearts?" Red had been begging Hecate for a few weeks now, and was officially hanging off of her leg to try persuade her.

"Okay! If you stop... whatever this is?" Hecate groaned out, stopping in front of Red's quarters, where she was supposed to drop her off.

"You are not small enough to do that anymore!" Red smirked as she stood up, crossing her arms as she stood before her heart shaped doors.

"Show me!" Hecate pulled out a mirror with a cheeky grin, Red glared at her.

"Okay! Okay! Calm it kid..." She trialed off, gesturing with her hand, and then the axe was there, giant pink heart and all.

"Here you go." She held it out to the princess, whose former titleholder it was named after.

"Is it named after... you know?" She spoke softly, as if trying to preserve the magic the weapon held in her eyes.

"Your mom? Yeah, but my cover up story is that she has a heart and it's my princess." Red rolled her eyes once more at the lame coverup.

"Don't roll your eyes at me young lady!"

"It's too late to go back from being the fun uncle Hecate!" Red teased, her arms slowly starting to tremble from the weight of the axe.

"I'll hold her for you, i'll place her down in your room so you can inspect her all you want." She had to get out of there before Red reminded her too much of Bridget.

"Yeah sure, what kind of stone is that?"

"A lover's secret, ironically enough."

"That's so corny."

"I can go back in time and see how Hecate looked for myself now?! I've always wanted to see how she defeated that giant seamonster!" Maddox snatched the watch out of her hands.

"No Hecate related trips until you're older! Promised?" Red hiffed, crossing her arms and tapping her foot on the ground.

"All right! I won't go on any Hecate related trips in the near future!" Maddox nodded, relieved.

"Also, I have the Princess of Hearts in my room right now, you wanna go check it out?" Maddox shook his head yes wildly.

"-invited to join Auradon Prep." Red saw Hecate's features sour from besides her mother, who looked shocked for a while.

"We accept!" Even Hecate seemed surprised, and she was never surprised at anything her mother did.

"Wait what?"

"You shall go to Auradon Prep! Now go and pak your bags!"

"Did my mom just grow a heart?" Red frowned as she asked Maddox, who also seemed confused.

"And dress in something respectable! For once try not looking like Hecate..." Red shrugged, that was a compliment in her books.

"Okay so half a heart, i'm gonna go ask Hecate why she looked so sour! Bye!"

"Why did you look so sour?" Red popped up in Hecate's office through the hidden door behind one of the paintings, Hecate staring at where she popped up long after she had jumped down.

"Mh?" She snapped out of her memory of having to catch Bridget from when she tried to come in through there, swallowing the knot in her throat for later.

"Why'd you look so sour?"

"I went to Auradon Prep..."

"HUH?!"

"It wasn't called that yet stupid, sit down somewhere, I'll tell you a story about your mom that not many know, only like... three people are left." Red quickly plopped down onto the comfortable chair she had Hecate place close to her desk in a corner.

"Tell!"

"Okay, so, it used to be called Merlin's academy, because, of course, Merlin was the big man there." Red nodded, urging her to continue.

"And my dad was a douchebag, so he said I could 't join Bridget there unless I defeated an entire army, which I did by the way! And then when I finally got there Bridget didn't recognise me. Blah blah blah, almost a year later, family day, her parents show up-."

"Mom had parents? She didn't just... spawn?"

"Shut up kid. -and they revealed that I was her childhood best friend, she was all shocked like what?? Oh my good gracious heavens how did I not recognise you?!"

"She cussed like that?"

"It's not about that?!" Red sighed and rolled her eyes.

"The end, not happily ever after because we eventually broke up after like... 7 years." She let that information sink in.

"You guys were in a relationship until I was like...5?"

"I think it's more 6? Who cares, we're both shit at math, which is why you need to find yourself a girl who's good at counting stuff because we're both fucking bad at it, and I already found a girl like that but it didn't work out for me but it will for you!" the princess rolled her eyes, leaning back in the chair.

"You wanna help pack?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Don't forget to brush your teeth every morning and evening, and then don't forget to do your skincare, you never know when you might end up in a picture that they might post, having pimples when that happens is so fucking annoying." Red slapped Hecate's hands away, who was fussing over her even though she was supposed to put her luggage into her dorm.

"Hecate?" A blue haired woman was looking at them, and Hecate grinned at her, the girl standing next to the blue haired woman staring wide eyed at the woman.

"Ella! I'm not really allowed to talk to you... is this Chloe? She's way prettier in person! Where'd she get all that from?" Red awkwardly stood next to her, trying to leave but instead being kept there by Hecate, who gave her a shove into the direction of Chloe, who was freaking out about the fact that thee Hecate Spades was standing in front of her.

"Well obviously from me."

"Mh... not sure, i'm way prettier."

"Hecate... we're adults now, we're better than this."

"You might be, i'm still not over the fact that you threw that rock at my forehead, I think I even have a scar! Look!" She held up her hair and leaned her forehead closer, Ella laughed and slapped her arm.

"Oh my god! You normally would've punched me... has royalty pressure changed you?" Ella looked away from her.

"It did? That's not good-...."

Red zoned back in on the girl now holding her hands.

"Hi!i'm Chloe? You must be Red! My new roomie!" Red witheld a grimace, instead slowly nodding.

"Yeah... sure."

"Bridget, don't." Hecate spoke up before the queen could say what she wanted to, but she only gave her a glare and stood up to pronounce war onto Auradon, throwing her cards up.

Hecate sighed as she stood up, holding out her hand for Red, who slowly shook her head as she looked up at the woman who had essentially raised her.

"I don't want to die, please don't let me die." She heard Hecate whisper into the breeze, empowered only by hope and her own strength that it might reach someone's ears.

"I don't want to kill, I'm not good for anything else, please don't do this." It was really Hecate, Red watched as her mouth moved, only whispers coming out that she could only half hear.

"Please don't make me use her."

"Sweetheart!" Bridget smiled as Hecate walked into the courtyard, Red's eyes widening as she saw the stray blood splatters on the bottom of her trousers.

That certainly explained why they're red now -it didn't, but maybe???-

"Princess!" Hecate grinned, rushing towards Bridget and picking her up to spin her around, pecking her lips several times.

"Hey! Big lady! Let the princess down!" Ella kicked Hecate's shins, the girl glaring down at her as she held Bridget close.

"Shut up Ella. I got you this!" She smiled as she fished a small bag out of her pocket, presenting it tk Bridget like it was priceless, carefully setting her down.

"Is this?" Bridget gasped, eyes wide.

"I saw one of them on my way back from fishing for those fish you wanted, I got a few of its teeth and grinded it to the powder for you! Also I put an anti stink spell on the fish... why do you need them though?" Bridget smiled, placing a finger to her lips.

"Secret!"

"Awwwww!" Ella kicked her again. "Hey little ant girl! Stop that!"

"Sunfish!"

"Dwarf!"

As the two continued exchanging insults, Red and Chloe glanced at each other.

What the fuck.

Well, they stopped the prank, ish? And headed back, but they ended up still not back, instead they were in a very specific room in the Hearts castle, the Queen's, it seemed like they weren't there in person, more like their conscious was.

"Bridget? Where are you?" Hecate called out into the room as she walked in, walking through the two girls.

"I'm here, no need to be sk worried." Bridget giggled, looked at Hecate from the bathroom doorpost.

"Are we interrupting something?"

"Shhhhh."

"Why sre your eyes red? What happened? Do I need to-?"

"Kill someone?" Bridget finished with a frown, looking down at the floor.

Hecate kneeled down in front of her to be in her line of sight, holding her knees and placing her chin on her stomach.

"what's wrong?" A tear fell onto her forehead, Hecate didn't stop looking up at the no-darker pink haired woman, who's hands were shaking as they gripped onto her light pink sleeping gown.

"Why do you always kill everything?"

Red's eyes widened, the Hecate she knew had begged her not to have her kill, not to die, not to use her most prideful weapon, this was a whole other Hecate.

"I'd burn the world down for you, my queen." Chloe Awwed, Red hit her for it.

"I don't want you to burn the world for me, I want you to be here with me and watch the world flourish, not burn, I don't want to hurt the world anymore than I have to." Hecate kept silent, she knew what this meant.

"I won't kill for you anymore, I can swear on my life-."

"Don't do that, you'll just kill yourself, that's not what I want, I don't want the world to burn, but all you do is set it ablaze further. I don't want that." Hecate's eyes began to water, leaning back a bit so the can look down and lean with her head against her.

"Just say it."

"What're they talking about?" Chloe whispered to Chloe, who had walked closer to hear their hushed conversation, as if the whole world was in this room, as if their whole paradise was about to crumble within these walls, nowhere further.

"Shut up Chloe."

"I don't think this engagement is a good idea.... We're not right for each other." Hecate's tears finally hit the hardwood floors, Bridget slowly combing her fingers through her hair.

"Don't do this, don't do this to me." The queen's tears fell onto Hecate's hair, slowly rolling off or sticking in between the ruffled strands.

"I have to, I can't let everything burn for us, it's not who I am."

"And I respect that! I don't need to set it all ablaze for you! I can just.... Not do that! I'll watch everything grow with you! I'll watch Red grow up and be just like you! Please don't-." She stopped talking abruptly, slumping down and sitting on her knees completely slouched.

"We'll watch her grow up, just not together."

Red hadn't noticed her own tears until Chloe was stood next to her, gently holding her hand and leaning against her.

"It's allright, you can cry about it." Red let a soft sob escape her lips, hiding her face in Chloe's shoulder and crying as Hecate slowly stood up and exited, leaving Bridget, who fell on top of her bed and sobbed into the pillows.

"Red! My daughter!" Bridget held open her arms for her daughter, who hesitated a bit before accepting the hug.

"Where's Hecate?" She felt her mother tense a bit under her, but she didn't see it otherwise, and she was greeted by a warm hand on her back.

"Wassup kid, i'm happy you're going to attend almost the same school as us! We had such a good time here..." Red glanced at Chloe, who was next to her, both in silent understanding that yes, that was a really sad tone.

"You'll find friends in no time!" Bridget smiled brightly, hugging her again.

"The castle will feel incredibly empty without my little felon."

"Well maybe it will be easier to clean up without you influencing her every move." Hecate jokingly crossed her arms, turning away from them slightly.

"Stop it you crybaby!" Red grinned out, grabbing Hecate and pulling her into the hug, cautiously eyeing her as she stared at her mother with soft, lovesick eyes.

"How about I show you guys where your pictures are, they still have them, you know." Ella nudged Hecate, who dragged both Chloe and Red with, Bridget trying to stop them.

"Come on princess!" Bridget stuttered in her step, eyes widening as she nearly got sucked into a memory of the three of them running around, her usually after the two others, who were wrecking havoc, and always with the same two sentences being thrown at her by Hecate and Ella.

"Yeah! Let's go!" Ella grabbed Bridget's wrist and dragged her with, leading the group towards the wall filled with pictures.

"Oh! Castlecoming! You two were announced cutest couple!" Ella excitedly pointed out, her finger pointing towards the two, wrpaped up in a loving embrace, Bridget in a beautiful light pink ballgown, and Hecate in a matching white suit, with a light pink blouse.

"Always matcht the lady." Hecate shrugged it outt with a proud grin, "also helps if the lady doesn't give me dead rats."

"You know, i'm thinking about kicking your shins again, i'm wearing pointy heels!"

Bridget watched as her family ran around again, and even though she had never wanted to see the world burn, she'd have loved to watch this flourish with Hecate by her side.

#rise of red #ror #the depths contrapts #descendants #bridget of wonderland #descendants 4 #ruby rose turner #descendants the rise of red #bridgetx reader #bridget x oc #bridget x reader

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howlingaround · 1 year ago

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Nobody asked how many lives Kitty has left, so i made a comic about it

For added effect: you should be able to time this to the 2015 version of the Zenigata March (bc thats what i did in my head)

Additional notes:

1 is mousetrap

2 is lightning bolt, and i couldnt figure out how to draw a cat skeleton, so itsmyfault the joke doesnt land

3 is refernce to the short film The Trident, which is the backstory to how Puss shot himself out of a cannon

4 is refence to a deleted scene from the first trailer! Im gonna delete it as well an have a piano drop on kitty bc thats funnier

5, 6 and 7 where just my way of doing something even dumber than Puss

Other ideas i had but didnt do :

Kitty singing And I Will Always Love You in a bar and getting an axe thrown at her (a bit too brutal and not funny enough)

Indiana Jones style stone chase (too long)

Choking on a fur ball thingy (looks weird to draw)

Gazpacho woman and muscle man are the ones in the bar as well as the guy Puss stole espresso from⁷

#Puss in Boots #Puss in Boots: The Last Wish #Spoilers?#I had the idea since MARCH and me friends liked the sketch but i stil havent made a coloured version!#Cant draw cats cant draw perrito argh #Srsly tho why does nobody ask about kittys lives? She got nine as well shes a CAT... well she had nine #My Art #My Comics

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bunnylouisegrimes · 1 month ago

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Patrick Bateman NSFW Alphabet Headcanons

(A/N: Hey all! In between my work, I cooked this up to help me decompress, so I hope you all enjoy these smutty and kinky headcanons for everyone's favorite axe-wielding yuppie! ❤️😁🪓)

(Warnings: BDSM themes, Dominance and Submission, just general kink content mixed with fluff)

(I also tried to make this as gender neutral as I could, but please keep in mind I am a woman, and it can be hard not to discuss/include specifically female oriented things :P)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex):

Patrick is hit or miss when it comes to aftercare, it is entirely based on who you are. If he doesn't see you of much value, don't expect much at all, other than just some money and (if you're lucky) a swat on the ass as he leads you out the door. But if you find yourself in a position where he actually does like you/love you/value you, consider yourself very lucky. His aftercare with you will consist of taking you with him to the bath or shower and scrubbing you both off, maybe even another round in there if he's horny enough. If you're both not up for a shower or bath, you can expect him to dominantly be cuddling with you, nipping at your neck and kissing it, maybe watching TV together, until you both fall asleep.��

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

Besides his muscles he loves to flex, Patrick’s favorite body part of his would have to be his dick. He is extremely proud of that thing. His favorite on his partner's would have to be the classic goodies: Tits, ass, and pussy. He often can't decide which is his favorite. If he had to pick one, it would be pussy because he can fuck almost any woman, no matter how small or big her tits are, no matter how flat or round her ass is. If she's pretty enough and he'll feel good enough, that's all that matters. If you're his true love, well… he'd choose your pussy because no matter what, he owns that thing once you're with him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person):

Patrick cums a lot, and he will cum anywhere. In you, on you, on your face, in between your tits, in your mouth…He loves seeing you full of his cum. He wants you to worship his sweet nectar…

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

The few times Patrick is submissive, it's when he's not only with someone he trusts enough, but it has to be extremely tender and loving. This secret will come to light with time and love. You have to be careful, though: Teasing is one thing, but being too mean will earn you an extremely harsh punishment that will put you back in your place.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?):

Patrick is full of experience. He lost his virginity probably at Phillips Exeter academy with a girl in his class that he liked. From then on, all throughout Harvard and into Manhattan, he completely lost count. If it's something sexual, chances are he's probably at least familiar with it if not already done it. He knows all of the weaknesses it takes to make a girl cry and melt under him.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual):

Pat's favorite positions include doggy style, good old fashioned missionary, 69, prone bone, cowgirl, and anything that would involve the two of you being able to face a camera recording or the mirror to look at yourselves.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc):

Patrick is not really a fan of being goofy during sex. If you try, he'll make a cocky comment out of your joke and brag. He is pretty serious and wants to see you be in a complete submissive headspace worshiping him.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.):

Like most yuppie/preppy men, Patrick takes the time to trim/shave his body hair, including his pubes. At most, you will find small dark wisps of hair above his dick.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…):

Intimacy is considered a privilege with Patrick. If you are worthy enough to him, meaning you're more than just a fake person who's destined to be dead by the end of the night, Patrick can slowly but surely become more intimate with you. It will take time and patience, but as he opens up more and more, you will notice him become more and more intimate. It starts off small, such as more frequent kisses and tighter hugs, but then it will become little brushes in your hair, little nips in your ear, gifts that were bought for you for just being more than a pretty object that will look good on you. In his darkest moments, he might even draw you in his private planner filled with all his dark drawings, depicting you as an angel contrasting against the darkness. Eventually he will work up to a point where he will be very intimate with you. Smothering you with kisses and tight, warm muscles-filled hugs and nuzzling against you, nipping at your neck, claiming you as his, telling you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you and you only, etc.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon):

Patrick doesn't masterbate as often as you might think. Yeah, he watches porn (especially gore and/or lesbian porn) and jacks off to it, but buy and large, if Patrick's horny, he'll find a real person to fuck. He can pay for it easily and finds chronic masterbaters “loser virgins who can't get laid.”

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks):

God, what kinks doesn't this man have? Definitely domination, bondage, knife play, choking, and biting to name the tamest. He's also open to daddy kink, somno (as in he fucks you while you're sleeping, rarely ever the other way around), piss (this is technically canon in the book since he saves girls’ panties who peed themselves in fear while he's torturing them “for later”), lactation, pregnancy/breeding kink (mostly after he's married to you and when he finally gets baby fever), public sex, voyerism, lesbians, blood…Sheesh, there's probably some I'm forgetting. This man is one horny and freaky bastard!

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do):

His apartment is an obvious one, but he also enjoys his summer home in the Hamptons, a fancy hotel room, and possibly even his office if he can get away with it.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going):

When you tease him with your body or comments (bouncing boobs, making suggestive comments, etc.), watching or looking at porn, doing coke, and fantasizing about murder.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

When you're mean and disrespectful to him in any way, shape, or form, especially in those rare moments of submissiveness. Seriously. If you want a way to piss Patrick off and have him put you in your place, be an asshole/bitch to him or try to hurt him. See what will happen. It won't end well for you. He also can't stand shit anything. While he might be open to being anally fingered, getting pegged is a whole other story that he’s not very open to. While he can tolerate it, he's not big on using condoms and much prefers to go either raw or do his “half an inch from the ejaculate” trick he did with Courtney.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc):

He's fine with giving or receiving. He loves his dick being sucked by you, he'll give you tips and tricks and show you how it should be done based on experience with previous girls. He's very talented at giving. He's eaten so much pussy, he knows all of the good spots and knows how it's done.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.):

Patrick tries to be slow and sensual…for the first few minutes or so. Then it becomes fast and rough. He can try in between to be slower, but he's just too impatient. The sensuality and passion is never gone though.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):

He doesn't mind a quickie to help him deal with stress. One before work, after work, or even during work would be pretty nice to him, especially if he has a hard on that won't go away.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):

Patrick can be pretty risky. He gets a thrill from risking being caught or putting you in a situation where your boundaries can be pushed at least somewhat. He's down to experiment with you so long as it's not one of his turnoffs.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…):

Patrick can damn near last an entire night. He can go several rounds with only short breaks in between. His record is seven rounds in one night, and the longest he’s lasted is three hours. What can I say? This man is a horny beast.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):

He owns a few toys he saves for the prostitutes and escorts, but that doesn’t mean you can’t use them. He owns a dildo or two he likes you to use while you moan his name and think about him. He also has a vibrator or two he saves for when he wants you to pleasure yourself while thinking of him (using it on the go is entirely your choice). He doesn’t really use any sex toys himself; as mentioned before, if he’s going to do something, he’s going for the real thing. If you also count handcuffs and rope as toys, Patrick has you covered there.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

Patrick likes to tease you a lot. He will still reward you for good behavior, but he gets off on watching you cry and beg for him to grant you some form of release. He also likes teasing you about how desperate you are for him (ex, “Awww, look how desperate you are for me, baby…so horny for me and my big cock? Do you need me to fill your womb with my seed? Are you so needy for me? Who’s a good girl who worships me? You are!”).

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make):

He mostly makes grunts groans with an occasional moan. He’s shockingly quiet and soft. Other than that, it’s a whole lot of wet slapping sounds and spanking.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice):

One of his absolute favorite fantasies is chasing you down like a serial killer/kidnapper and playing hide-and-seek with you, toying with you, making you think he doesn’t know where you are when he knows damn well where you are. When he finally catches you, he holds you down and does whatever he wants with you before taking you back home like you’re his little spoil or prize. Honestly, the fun with him might not stop even there…

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words):

He’s pretty girthy and long; he’s not only thick, but he’s a little over six inches when erect. Be careful.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

His sex drive is pretty high. When this man doesn’t have money or murder on his brain, he’s got a whole lot of sex.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

He doesn’t fall asleep first because he wants to watch you fall asleep, but after you’re out and he’s done staring at you, watching you succumb to your body’s exhaustion, he’ll let his own take over and he’ll join you in pure bliss…

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gremlinmodetweeker · 2 months ago

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Fuck Me Like A Bitch So I May Love You More

Some more of Cannibal King!König, this time getting real mad and protecting his prize from other competitors. Also features my new favourite side character in this series. So anyways, enjoy having your hair braided and König beating the shit out of a guy.

Btw full version is on my Kofi if you want the smut.

TWs: graphic violence, very dubcon, referenced loss of child (if you squint), reader being a dick about 'savages', public sex/voyeurism/orgy (reader does not participate)

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Fuck Me Like A Bitch So I May Love You More

The worst day you ever had on the island started with an elder cannibal weaving yarrow flowers into your hair.

You didn’t understand why this cannibal was so gentle, or on a more practical note, how she knew to braid hair. Like all the other cannibals, she was shaved almost completely bald, save for a spattering of murky peach-fuzz that had started growing in. And yet, her long frail fingers wove through your hair with a gentleness you’d only seen shared between lovers. Your hair had grown in unnaturally quickly, and as such had bundled into horrible tangles, and yet she was remarkably conscious of how sensitive you had become.

After scratching and pulling at it uselessly the night prior, your king had brought you to a small skin tent on the outskirts of the settlement. There, a small little woman wearing only a dirty deerskin loincloth was sharpening an axe. The right side of her face was painted with fleshy scars that encircled an empty socket. The teeth on the same side were bare to the world and drool occasionally dropped from one side to the dirt below her. When her one good watery amber eye settled on you, in it you saw only a haunting sadness. You tried to avoid staring, but it was useless. She gave you a thin knowing smile in return.

Your cannibal king tied your leash to a branch before he walked over to the woman, kneeled at her feet and kissed her hands. She closed her eyes and pet his head, then let him go so he could stand above her. He pointed at you and grunted a few words to her, notably softer in tone than usual. Then he pet her head, knelt down to kiss her through his mask, and backed away.

He turned to you and pressed both hands on your shoulders. His blue eyes were notably sharper, and though he said nothing, he conveyed everything he needed to. Stay here. With that, he left and you were alone wit the cannibal woman.

She brought a stool out from her tent and gestured at the stump. It took a second, but you realized what she wanted and sat where she’d been sharpening your axe. You felt a seed of dread root in your gut at the thought that she’d been sharpening it for you.

When you settled, you felt her slowly feel around your hair. You tensed up, ready for her to either rip your hair apart or take her axe to your hair, but she did neither. Instead, you were surprised when she whispered sweet nothings into the nape of your neck and gently massaged the muscles of your shoulders. She set her axe to the side, and you automatically sighed in relief. She chuckled at your reaction as she brushed her frail hands over your skin.

You turned slightly to point at the axe, then at you. You raised a questioning eyebrow.

She followed your eyes, then shook her head and chuckled again. She brushed her hands over your hair before raising her hands up above her head like great claws. It took a moment, but you soon realized she was speaking about your king. When you nodded, she pet your hair again, then clasped it carefully and nodded. Evidently, you wouldn’t be getting a haircut today.

Her skin wasn’t soft, yet her touches were so delicate that it felt like the brushes of a butterfly’s wings over your skin. She wove her way up the muscles of your neck to your hair, where she finally began to gently unwind it. Each strand was treated with utmost care as she unwove it from the mats that had formed in your hair. You closed your eyes and let the sensations wash over you.

For the first time since coming to the island, you were perfectly calm. Everything was at ease, life was peaceful. The birds chirped in the distance with the trickle of a passing river. The wind was soft as it brushed by through the long grass. The crackle of a fire warming some rich aromatic soup reminded you of older times. And through this peace, the old woman caressed your scalp. You’d never had felt such tender care to you hair before. You’d been to hairdressers before, but nobody was this loving, this careful, this delicate. Even your own mother had pulled at your hair occasionally when you'd been a little girl as she had tried to get you ready for school. On the contrary, this woman was unnaturally careful. You couldn’t quite wrap your head around it, but thinking was stressful and so that too washed away.

Once she had finished untangling the mats along the back of your neck, she adjusted her stool around to work on the side. Now, from the edge of your vision, you could see the hollow socket of her eye boring into you. You tried to turn away out of respect, but her hand hooked your chin and she guided you back into place. You felt childish for trying to look away, showing such horrible disrespect to the one person who’d been nothing but kind to you. You tried to give her a smile, but if she gave you one in return, you couldn’t see as her lips had been torn away. Only the fond bunching of her cheek muscle below the socket gave you any indication of forgiveness.

As she wove through your hair, you realized she was still talking to you. No, not talking. Singing. Soft, sweet archaic lullabies. Some of them sounded hauntingly familiar, others you couldn’t place at all. Her voice creaked, yet there was a soft fondness to her voice. It faltered, it sang off notes, yet it was steady with the current of the song. You let yourself drown in it for the briefest moment. It didn’t matter that you couldn’t understand her, you could feel the kindness radiating through the tunes. Old reminders of some place far away, some place lost long ago. Gone but not forgotten. You figured if you went to sleep in her arms and never woke up, you could say that you'd lived a good life.

A sudden cry brought your attention. The woman stopped singing and let her hands drop to her lap. You opened your eyes and looked from her over to where she was looking.

In the distance, a young cannibal woman was holding a child, shushing it and bouncing it on her hip. Before you knew it, your cannibal was walking over to the young woman.

The young woman flinched when she approached. The elder held out her arms, and though hesitant, the newborn was passed over to the older woman. Just as soon as the babe was touched by the elder, they stopped their crying and opened their eyes to look at the new person. The child held up a hand to touch the scars on her face. From this angle, you could see the sad smile of the elder. The elder cupped the child’s hand with her own. Her shoulders shook, and soon the woman began to cry. The younger woman embraced the two, and together they stood, each trying desperately to understand the other.

You don’t know how you knew, but in an instant you knew exactly what happened. The scars, the baby, her sobs. Everything clicked into place. Her kindness was no longer strange and unexpected. When the older woman handed back the babe, you could feel the pain she felt. The younger woman brushed her hand over the elder’s scalp lovingly. They pressed their foreheads together before the younger one left, the child now resting comfortably in the young woman's arms, and the elder's arms empty by her side.

When the elder returned to you, you gently held a hand out to hold hers. The woman looked down at your hand, then up at you. You couldn’t say anything to comfort her or to let her know you cared. So, with nothing else to say, you turned and you hugged her.

She stiffened at first, but soon melted into the hug you gave. You tried to tell her you cared, you didn’t think she understood, but she cried all the same and you held her through it. Her shoulders shook, her crying was silent but it resonated through you all the same. Fat tears fell from her good eye and onto your shoulder. Her chest heaved with the weight of silent tears. You held her, your murmured sweet nothings, you tried to assure her she’d be okay but you knew you were lying. If she could understand you, she’d probably know too.

When she pulled away, you could see how much it strained her to give you a reassuring smile. You tried to give one back in turn, but you were nowhere near strong enough to do so. Without anything to say, she sat beside you again and began winding through your hair again.

This time, you knew exactly how to describe her touch: maternal.

When you king came back to collect you, he stopped to admire the little delicate white flowers the woman had woven into your braids. He looked you over carefully, then turned back to the woman. He leaned down to press his forehead against hers and then pulled back to put his leather leash around your arm again. You held it out for him as you watched the cannibal woman put her stool back inside her tent before leaving by his side.

Soon you were back in the village, drinking hot soup from a wooden bowl as you sat on your king’s knee. His other leg was perched up so he could rest his elbow on the kneecap while he drank his soup while his free hand wove itself around your shoulders.

Around you, most of the other cannibals were chattering amongst themselves. Mothers chewed food for their children, men passed cups of tea. You watched them with a different eye now. They were no longer savages. You’d been able to put distance between you both up until now. As you hand played with a plaited braid, you knew that you could never see them that way again.

The cannibals all seemed a merry bunch, but one man seemed to radiate a dark cloud around him. He was a big man, large enough to make the others around him seem small in comparison. The way his jaw was set had alarm bells ringing in your head. The way he looked at you had you shuffling closer to your king to huddle into his chest.

Your king chuckled at first, but he stopped as soon as he lay eyes on the man who stared at you. You felt strangely vindicated in your judgment when your king set down his bowl and tucked you in closer against him.

You jumped when your king let out a bellow, silencing the entire camp. In a moment all eyes were locked on your king, and in turn, you. You felt humiliated as they all looked at you with critical eyes. You didn’t get need to worry for long though as your king was quick to gently shuffle you off his lap and put you on the ground beside him. You watched as the others all began to shuffle back, clearing a wide space between your king, the watching man, and the campfire. You sat dumbly in place until a scrawny hand reached out and tugged on your wrist.

You squeaked at their touch, but the woman was persistent in urging you to move back with her. You looked between your king and the man as they pulled themselves to their feet, and hurried to join her at the edge of the ring. Your king was on his feet and puffing up the moment you left him.

You watched in horror as your king picked up his skull club and tossed it over to you. You scrambled to catch it and brought it into your lap. The woman who’d grabbed you snorted and shook her head. You tried to give her a look, but it was hard to look intimidating when wearing a flower crown and holding a skull club like it was a bouquet of roses.

You glanced back at the men in the ring, each now circling each other around the bonfire. Your king shook his head to make the black cloth of his mask billow out, almost like some sort of bluff. He stretched out his muscles as he walked, rolling his shoulders and chuffing.

The other man didn’t so much as flinch. Instead, to your horror, he pointed at you and barked a few words at your king. The way he glanced at you hungrily had chills going down your spine. His black eyes looked almost soulless behind the charcoal he’d painted over his eyes. Something about this hunger felt wrong, perverse. It had your skin crawling as you tried to fold your arms over your chest, feeling almost as though he was undressing you with his eyes.

You watched as the man pointed at you, then yelled something at your king. In response, your king bellowed back and stomped his foot hard enough to make the trees quiver. The dark eyed man shook his head so violently spittle sprayed to the sides and he screamed, but your king seemed completely unphased by his attempts at intimidation. You noted with a strange bubble of pride that when your king puffed his chest and yelled, the black-eyed man flinched.

The two men finally stopped their circling, your king standing in front of you as he huffed and puffed. His chest rose and fell, his fists clenched and relaxed. He didn’t spare you a look, but you couldn’t help but think he took pride in showing off like this in front of you.

With a roar, the man charged forth. Your king responded in kind and grappled the man in the centre. The two of them joined hands and pushed against each other. The man tried to lunge in for a bite only to get a knee in the chest that had him stumbling back.

You watched as the man wheezed, then threw himself back at the king. Your king was quick to throw his fist out and slam it into the other man’s face, knocking him back with windmilling arms before stumbling into the earth. Your king took advantage of the opportunity and ran forth to kick the man in the gut. He rolled back and stumbled to his feet again, hissing and spitting.

The man lunged forth and punched the king’s gut. He stumbled back, and in turn the man slammed his fist into his stomach again, and then again before the king pulled himself together and punched back. You shook as you saw the man glance at you and grin between the punches being slammed into his body. To your horror, one of your king’s punches glanced across his chin, cutting a long line from his cheek down to his chin and spraying blood over the dust.

The man stumbled back. He shook his head and stumbled back, then shuffled back to get some distance between the two of them. Your king was quick to close the distance, feigning a kick only to grab the man’s head and slam a fist into his face so hard you could hear the crack from where you sat. You gasped as the man stumbled back and clutched at his eye. When he pulled back his hand, you could see blood coating his palm.

You'd never seen rage so bright and violent before that day, but the dark eyed man looked the picture of it. He dived away from your king to the campfire and grabbed a burning stick from the pile. At once, the other cannibals cried out and some tried to step forth, but the king held up a hand to stop them. The two men circled each other again, this time one armed and your king empty-handed.

The fire crackled bright hot as embers dropped from the torch in the man's hand. He laughed and shouted some taunting threat. Your king gave him no response, just quiet observance. Enraged, the younger man lunged forth and swung the torch at your king.

The king dodged to the side and stepped back. The man swung again and again, but each time your king stepped out of the way and ducked around the flames. You clutched your hands over your face, afraid to scream lest you distract your king.

Your king manoeuvred the ring with ease. He looked so calm, so at ease with everything that was happening that you were shocked when he grabbed the man's outstretched hand.

He didn’t get a chance to process what he saw before your king grappled the man and slammed him into the earth, the torch dropping to the ground and rolling in the earth beside them. The man tried desperately to get out from underneath but your king held onto him with a vice-like grip. You watched as your king slammed the man back into the earth, then raised up so he could pummel the man’s head with his fists.

You felt like you could cry. The man’s head knocked back into the earth and bounced off with each hit of your king’s fists into his face. Again and again he pummelled the man’s head, aiming mostly for the face but he landed a few knocks into his ears, tearing at the delicate flesh and spraying rich blood across the earth. Your king was relentless, almost incensed by the blood now pouring from his nose and mouth. Again and again the thick thud of fists meeting flesh pounded into your ears. You watched as he continued his assault, continuing even until chunks of flesh started to rip from his face.

You tried to jump forth to stop him but two cannibals were quick to haul you back. A man barked a few words at you as the woman hurriedly shook her head. You glanced between them both and then back at your king. The second you saw the wild euphoria in his eyes you couldn’t help but thank whatever lay above that you’d been stopped. There was no doubt in your mind that in his bloodthirsty state, your king would’ve easily turned on you and mauled you just the same as his enemy. You shuddered as you watched the man’s head slowly deflate, bit by bit until it looked more like a crushed watermelon than a human face. An eyeball was cut free and rolled down over the ground. A small child snatched it and popped it into their mouth, only for the fluids to run down their chubby chin.

When your king was finally finished, he took the torch and stabbed it into the dead man's chest. He stumbled to his feet and whirled around to look at the others. Nobody dared move, not until he looked at you and barked.

You watched as women with bare chests rose up, clutching their children to their chest and leaving the area. Slowly, as your king roared to the crowds, all the children were taken from among them. You noticed that the one-eyed woman from before was the last to leave, gently ushering a preteen girl away from the tribe’s centre and into the brushes.

The king watched the children leave, then turned to look at you. You flinched and crawled back reflexively. You needed to leave. Whatever was about to happen, you needed to be as far away from here as you possibly could be. To your horror, the more you tried to get away, the more the other cannibals pushed you back into the ring and closer to the king. Panic consumed you as you tried to push away, but they wouldn’t let you run as your king lumbered toward you.

He grabbed you by your ankle and yanked you away from the others until you lay prone beneath him. You thought back to the first night, back when you wondered what a man would want with someone like you. As you saw him widen his stance, you realized that to even ask such a question was an attempt to avoid thinking about the reality of your situation. You were never more certain of his intents than when he dropped to his knees and wrenched your legs apart.

“Wait, wait!” you tried to stop him but he was already tugging your pants off your body. You fought with him to pull them back up desperately but when you heard the fabric begin to tear, you stupidly let go. He wasn’t so patient with your underwear, tearing it off your body and throwing it to the side. You noticed that he tossed it into the blood of the dead man.

He grabbed your wrist and pinned you down to the earth. His eyes were wide and vicious as he took in your prone form. There was something primitive about his expression, something horribly awful that made you want to cry. This wasn’t for love at all. This wasn’t someone looking to fuck for pleasure.

He was going to fuck you to claim you. The realization made you sob. He was going to fuck you in front of all the others to claim you as his. This entire show was just a display of dominance. Killing the challenger, fucking you while covered in his blood, this was his way of making you his forevermore.

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You panted beneath him, finally able to gather your senses.

Your king had just claimed you in front of his entire tribe, consummating your tie to him. Or at least, he pretended to, but the end result was the same in the eyes of the other cannibals. You were his now, only his. The others settled around you as your king wiped his spend of your body before letting your hips drop down to the ground. He carefully pulled your pants up your body, then stood up to cradle you in his arms.

He panted into your ear, then turned and roared to the entire tribe. You glanced around to find that the other tribe members were parting the way before the cabin. He adjusted you in his arms and stomped through the throng to duck behind the deerskin door.

Once inside he dropped put down in the deerskin before stepping back to light the torches in the hut. Once done, he joined you back in the pile of furs.

You lay there panting, taking in what had happened. You could hardly believe what you’d just been through. More importantly, you were stunned by his... Humanity? He could’ve forced you to take him, could’ve torn your insides apart. Instead, he hid the act with his loincloth and humped you instead. Your mind must truly be gone to be thankful.

He was a monster, and yet he listened to you. That fact alone was what stood out to you. He listened, and he cared. He’d gone so far as to protect your modesty for you instead of humiliating you in front of his entire tribe. He understood your tears and he cared for you. Your monster cannibal king had a heart after all.

Your king settled himself beside you on the blankets. You shifted to make room for him, letting him rest on his back beside you. His heavy pants filled the small space. You let yourself lay there, not flinching from him as you normally would. He lay out a hand for you, but instead of taking it at a distance you tucked yourself into his chest.

He paused briefly. You both did. Ever so carefully, he lowered his arm to encircle you. In turn, you tucked your leg over his own. You lay there quietly, both of you still unused to the tenderness you found between each other. This new strange thing had been born of bloodshed and violence, and yet it was soft and innocent in nature. Despite what you’d both done, you felt like a small innocent creature in his arms.

He seemed to feel the same about you. He was careful with you, ever so carefully holding you to his form. He almost seemed afraid of you now.

You don’t quite know what came over you, but you found yourself nestling your head into his arms and kissing his chest. He hesitated briefly, then hugged you close. You snuggled in, only briefly pulling away to pile more blankets over the two of you. Your king adjusted them around you both, and the two of you settled into your nest together.

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voidsentprinces · 7 months ago

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Join FFXIV we got:

Fuckable Monster Gods, Yandere General, SUCH DEVASTATION, Malevolent Breadloaf, Hate Fuck Philosophy between Church's Money Illiterate Doomslayer and the Heretical Dragon fuckers, Bestest Boy, Butch Scholar with an axe, France with hot single elves, Lesbian Gunslingers, Manwhore of Astrology, his love rival and the asexual woman who has no clue, Inner Feral State, his legal partner and their adopted daughter, Murder Bimbo, his angry red head and their sadistic feral viceroy with her himbo henchman, Hopeless Romantic who gets bullied, his very heterosexual tribe of male only warriors, the apeshit warlock stealing his women while being transpiritual and a shepherd wife, frat boy emperor, Iroh Samurai and the sickest ninja woman ever, Your Own Personal Catboy, his eligible straightforward daughter who is also captain the guard, THE HIMBO FAMILY complete with bomb throwing cat girl, adoptive mechanical nonbinary child, and psychotic hard line temper mother, entire village of rabbit woman, the most love struck catboy outside the Crystarium and his religious group, an entire kingdom of nonbinary fae folk and their they/them King, the Ghosts of Christmas Past as well the Ghost of Christmas Present with his talking dog, THE TRUEST BESTEST BOY and his robot companion, the Dragon Father and his brood of angsty teenagers, Genocidal Tsundere Emperor, his grandson no-nonsense Emperor and the pretty boy handsome girl of ancient times, the hero worshiping companion of eld who doesn't remember you BUT YOU CAN FIX HIM!, a entire continent of nerds ripe for the punching, an entire continent of geeks ripe for picking on you and your companions including their leader SCIENCE WIFE, SUCH DEVASTATON's extended family who will remain perfect if you don't touch that fucking side quest, an entire moon of bunny people not to be confused with the village of rabbit women but while we're talking about rabbit people have this stoic and handy rabbit man and his VERY ENTHUSIASTIC TRANS LION FRIEND! Did we mention you get a punchy very enthusiastic woman clad in red? Drop by Ala Mhigo she is always happy to help you punch things! Also while you're there meet the main soldier you're deprogramming from the Garlean Cult he likes giving buuz to people and has this...Great Dane vibe, I don't know how else to describe it. Got a moment? Meet your adoptive family, a knife daughter and her hammer girlfriend, a sword daughter and her scholarly brother, an entire orphanage out of both Ul'dah AND Idyllshire, and a berb daughter who almost ended the entire universe because she COUDLNT STOP FEELING!!!!!!!!!! Also meet more monsters for you to fuck Flayed Demon, MUSCLE GODDESS, Cowabunga, grumpy fire man, and Knight in Shining Identity Theft, and their friend nonbinary lass who can kill AND EAT! There is, of course, also...adoptive fathers in partnership with you and knife daughter, wine aunt of a thousand Fire IVs, a cantankerous short lad, scholar woman who is getting into art, Tataru the Most Powerful and Important Character in the game and therefore the only one I shall refer to by name here, THE HORNIEST WOMAN IN ALL OF FICTION, two Roegadyn brothers, a fabulous elezen healer and her exasperated sister, the adoptive mother and legendary dancer AND bartender, an equally exasperated woman who just convinced her patriarch to retire from adventuring, a short Sultana, an oblivious Seedseer, and the greatest admiral to grace this franchise, General Father and his son from the Shire, the inventor with a heart of gold, his companions, their stern manager, and the gremlin man who is here to make the inventor eat his shirt while laughing. AND THATS JUST THE PEOPLE IN THE MAIN STORYLINE.

So join FFXIV today.

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mikkeneko · 2 years ago

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one more thing I want to say about Holga Kilgore’s character in D&D:HAT that I just. really loved. And that’s the fact that in addition to being the badass axe-swinging ass-kicking muscle of the party, undefeated in combat, deadly with a potato, Holga is also -- a parent.

I get that there’s some reason to look askance at turning every female-adjacent character into a mom,* but at the same time there’s also a trend in a lot of media in the last... let’s say 30 years or so... that deals with this by having Strong Female Characters effectively sacrifice their womanhood in pursuit of badassness. “I’m not like other girls,” effectively. “I know all this Manly Stuff because I have a bunch of brothers and no mom (unspoken subtext that she Never Learned about Softer Girlie Things.)” And sometimes you’ll get an arc where they Rediscover Their Feminine Side, but always with the unspoken caveat that she’ll have to choose. You can do manly things or womanly things, but not both. You can be a warrior or a mother. You can be kind or kickass. But not both.

Holga is both. She isn’t forced to choose, and she isn’t forced to sacrifice any part of herself. (She has sacrificed, and she has lost, with regards to her heritage and her tribe, but that doesn’t enter into this equation.)

Holga is a person who has -- if not everything, certainly at least everything that she values. She’s a warrior and a mature woman in firm sync with her sexuality and a partner in a committed relationship and a parent to a child she loves. She chose to become Edgin’s partner and Kiara’s parent (nobody pushed her into that role) and she chose to become the most badass fighter in the whole darn movie. And she’s allowed to be both, at once, with no contradiction.

*Though I think the movie is still OK on this score because it gives us Doric, who visibly has zero interest in motherhood of any kind, and is not pushed towards such.

#dungeons and dragons: honor among thieves #holga kilgore

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mounamelanoyi · 1 year ago

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Malar (a VanMozhi ficlet)

A/N: Inspired by my love for Jayam Ravi and those eyes of his OOF (feel free to imagine a younger JR in this fic as well haha). Would love to hear your thoughts in the replies!!

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There was no way around it.

Ever since they had all come back from Nagapattinam…her Ilavarasan had been different.

The days where he’d barely acknowledged her presence - where she’d melted into the walls when he walked by and he didn’t even notice that she was there in the first place - were long gone. Now, she could hardly remember the last time they were in the same room together and she didn’t feel him…watching her.

In the mandhiram, for example - as she stood next to him, desperately trying to ignore the heat of his body so close to hers. Vanathi could feel his eyes on her, watching her as she fervently tried to keep her attention on the prayers.

And even today - in the garden, as she and Kundavai and the other maidens lay amongst the flowers, plucking and weaving garlands of jasmine and chrysanthemums, she could feel the warmth of his gaze on her as he and Vanthiyar meandered by. When she made the mistake of looking up at him, catching his eyes with her own…she could barely hold his glance for more than a second before dropping her eyes - but not before she saw his lips curve into a sly little smile.

It was a struggle, but Vanathi kept her mouth shut until the other maidens had left to their duties.

“Akka?”

“Hmm?”

“Ponniyin Selvan…” At the mention of her brother, Kundavai swung her head around sharply, eyes searching Vanathi’s face with interest.

“Yes? What about him?”

“W-why does he look at me so…why does he look at me like that?”

By the time Vanathi had finished stammering out her question, Kundavai had leaned back onto her arms, watching Vanathi with a knowing smirk curling her lips.

“That’s my brother’s way of showing us that we need to get the two of you married off immediately - before…” Kundavai trailed off.

“Before what, Akka?”

For the first time - ever, Vanathi secretly thought to herself - she looked on as her Akka flushed, hints of red and heat suffusing her cheeks, and murmured, almost under her breath, “certain things happen, kanne...I don’t know all of it either, but…” Kundavai stopped short, shaking her head. “That’s neither here nor there,” she declared, prim and firm yet again. And this time, she looked Vanathi straight on in the face, eyes warm with affection and amusement. “You and my brother shall find out - together.”

Vanathi would never admit it aloud, but deep within her…she knew what Kundavai meant. Her Arasan loved her. She was finally sure of that, had been sure of it since he became her Yaanai Paagan once again in Nagapattinam. But now that he was sure in her affection and she in his…he wanted more. He wanted to possess her, have her in the most primal way a man could a woman. He wanted her.

And Vanathi was slowly starting to awaken to the fact that…she might just want him back in that way too. Maybe that would explain the little thrill that ran through her whenever she saw those golden muscles of his, rippling as he hefted those heavy swords and axes like they weighed nothing. Why she wanted to tangle her fingers in that thick, curling hair of his; why that self-assured smirk of his sometimes sent arrows of fire hissing through her veins.

Now, it was Vanathi’s turn to shake herself back to reality, sheepishly realizing that she’d faded off into a daydream in front of her Akka herself. But Kundavai just laughed at her, reaching out to fondly pinch her cheek.

“He’ll be yours, kanne - soon.”

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It was a gorgeous twilight, and a gorgeous evening ceremony on the water, but Arulmozhi was slowly - and very surely - reaching the end of his rope.

He liked to think that many of the things said about him were true - he worked hard, day in, day out to be the level-headed, calm, righteous man he needed to be for his people.

But everyone seemed to forget one crucial little fact.

The same fiery blood that ran through impetuous Sundara Chozhar’s veins, that ran through hot-headed Aditha Karikalan - ran through Arulmozhi Varman too.

Arulmozhi only let that side of him out on rare occasions - on the battlefield, or when there was an injustice that couldn’t be corrected in any way other than force. But now, as he watched Vanathi - his Vanathi - twirling in front of him - her slender curves, the burnished bronze of her skin, set off by the milky white of the jasmine in her hair, all gleaming in the golden light…Arulmozhi burned.

As she made her way closer and closer to him, the cloying scents of jasmine, sandalwood, musk all clouded his mind to the point where he could think of one thing and one thing only - what it would be like to clasp her in his arms… to set his mouth to that velvet skin and make those plush lips of hers fall open - just for him.

So this time, when she trembled, swaying in front of him, Arulmozhi caught her up in his arms, holding his uyirin uyire against him - and he did.

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For as long as she lived, Vanathi knew that she would never forget the feeling of the first press of her lord’s lips to her skin.

Nor the wet heat of his mouth, soothing the scratchy sting of his beard as he traced tendrils of fire down the slope of her neck.

Nor the cold metal of his rings dragging over the sensitive curve of her waist as he pressed her body to arch against the warm weight of his bulky frame…

Vanathi felt herself descending into madness at his hands.

“Natha,” she called out softly, the word slipping off her tongue so naturally - and Vanathi couldn’t even regret it seeing how her Arasan’s eyes flicked up, darkening in response. “This- this is dangerous.”

“Why is it dangerous,” he rasped out, pressing her only more firmly into him, “for me to lay siege to what’s mine?”

And to that, Vanathi had no answer - for she was his. Her eyes slid shut as she relaxed into him, and she felt her lord’s lips curve into an answering smile against her skin.

Her akka was right - they really did need to get married.

#ponniyin selvan #arulmozhi #vanathi #vanmozhi #arunmozhi varman

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 8 months ago

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The Gym Membership - Part 36 (Crosshair)

Summary: Layla spends time with the girls; while the guys continue their axe throwing.

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

It took me a little long to edit this part, simply because I got caught up watching a movie. LOL. I know shameful.

Anyhew, enjoy.

Love oo

Warnings: Liquor, intoxication (please enjoy responsibly and do not drink and handle weaponry of any kind. These are fictional characters, if they hurt someone, I can just backspace. There's no backspace in real life), axe throwing discussions, drinking, innuendo, discussions of objectifying male bodies (the girls discussing their husbands/boyfriends), discussions of feelings, feelings of guilt. I think that's it, if I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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Rob spun the axe in his hand, before throwing it at the target. This was his and Crosshair’s tenth match; and right now the score was 9:1, mainly because Crosshair felt the guy should’ve at least won one.

With each loss, Rob was getting more and more agitated while Crosshair kept taunting him, it was childish. Honestly, I was shocked to see these two acting like a couple of children. After a while, I walked over to the girls who were sitting at one of the tables drinking beer, eating some fries and nachos.

I sat beside Mel, popping in one of the fries from the table. I ordered a drink from the waitress, as I glanced around the table, enjoying the fact that everyone here was here for only one reason, to celebrate Avery’s accomplishments.

“Having fun Layla?” Mel asked as she took a sip of some proper beer, now that she was no longer breastfeeding Violet and Iris was comfortable enough to be with a babysitter that wasn’t family, not to mention it’d been a while since she and Wrecker had a night out. She was trying her best not to get too drunk, but watching Wrecker’s muscles flex, as he tossed the axe against the target, was making it very difficult not to just let her inhibitions go completely reckless.

“I was until those two started acting like fools.” I motioned over my shoulder, to the two just in their own world. “Regardless, I’m glad everyone’s here for Avery.”

Mel reached over and rubbed Layla’s back, stroking her hair, “Of course, sweetie. We’ll always turn up for you and for Avery.”

“You know …” Zai motioned her hand, swaying it a little, she was a tiny bit tipsy. “When you get two men interested in the same woman, you’re going to have childish rivalry” she smirked as she popped a fry into her mouth, followed by another shot of tequila. “Am I wrong, ladies?” She directed the question to Mel, Sofie, and Layla; the three simply nodded as they each took a sip of their beer.

“I’m sure you’re wrong. Crosshair has disliked me for a long time, and I’ve certainly given him enough reasons to hate me. I mean we are just now on speaking terms, and … okay, yes things have gotten better. We are talking and texting more, but … that doesn’t necessarily mean … you know … I mean he was married to my sister. You’re way off base.” I clarified, waving my hand aside as I drank down my whiskey in one gulp, too nervous and too mortified my feelings may have seeped through. I motioned to the waitress ordering a refill, I needed another one to calm down my racing heart, the last thing I needed was for them to misunderstand our relationship. Plus, she was clearly drunk, and not thinking clearly.

“Hmmm. Well, if you’re so sure, then can you explain why he keeps glancing over here to see if you’re paying attention?” Sofie teased as she took a sip of her drink.

I glanced over my shoulder to see Crosshair’s eyes focused on his target, even from where I sat, I could tell they were penetrating and fully engrossed in his task. His muscles flexed under his shirt as he moved his arms, his biceps bulging from the slight movement. His jaw shifting ever so slightly as he chewed his toothpick, swishing it from one side to the other as he grinned a self-satisfying smirk at Rob. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t pull my eyes away, as I took note of how his long fingers gripped the handle of the axe, how his forefinger and middle finger straightened completely as he released the axe from his hand, and slowly curled into his palm.

“Seems like something caught your eye, or maybe someone?” Mel chuckled, wiggling her eyebrows, her lips pulling into the warmest and most comforting smile I’d seen in a long time. I don’t know how to explain it, but she felt like family to me already. “Hey, I don’t blame you, Crosshair is a very attractive man, with a heart of gold. However, not that I’m disparaging against Cross, but have you seen my man, Wrecker’s arms?” She turned and was not ashamed to be ogling her husband, as she pointed out her favourite parts, “I mean look at how my man’s arms ripple with every movement. Look at that back, ”

“Easy Mel, don’t want to see you drool.”

“Shut up, Zai. Like you’re not watching Hunter with eagle eyes, and admiring his own form.” Mel laughed as she glanced over to Zai, her cheeks and ears turning a deep pink, while Zai’s smiling pout and blush adorned her own features.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t. Just saying no one needs to see you drool. Plus,” Zai turned her head to admire her own man, “look how his hair falls perfectly every time he shifts, the way his stance brings out his thick thighs, and his tapered waist …” She couldn’t help chewing her thumbnail as she eyed Hunter up and down.

“I think Mel’s not the only one who needs a napkin” Sofie giggled as she handed a napkin to each of the girls.

“Well, I’m sure you’re keeping your eye on Echo too, right?” I teased, enjoying how friendly they were amongst themselves. It was enjoyable to find women that didn’t judge me, didn’t make me feel less than I should’ve simply because I was pretty, or because I wasn’t like other women who enjoyed gossiping or trying to meddle.

“Of course, look at the way he moves …” Sofie’s eyes focused fully on Echo, as they shone with pure joy, “He moves with purpose, elegance, and determination; and not just when he’s standing there throwing an axe; when he’s dancing he’s the most graceful dancer I’ve ever seen.”

“Are we talking vertical or horizontal dancing?” Zai teased, laughing as she took another swig of her beer.

Sofie hid her face behind her glass, laughing, as Mel and Zai continued to tease her nonstop about Echo, as my eyes fell back over to Crosshair, watching as he and Rob had fallen into some sort of heated debate.

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newtabfics · 1 year ago

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Can I request that f!reader learn archery from totk Ganondorf PLEASE?

I love that Ganondorf is so skillful his bow....😇

it's going in the redeemed gan series :3 we'll say this is after they have accepted their feelings for each other and are together but also UHHHH my mind ran a little and i kinda made it more than just learning archery OKAY BYE--

Triggers for TECHNICALLY self-harm? Like not like THAT but like...ignoring the pain kinda thing? Idk how to label this so I'm playing it safe.

Y/N blinked as the arrow pierced into the target. "Nicely done," Link praised, nodding to Ganondorf. "Looks like your body remembers the skill at least."

Ganondorf nodded, studying the target as he shifted the bow in his hand before blinking. He studied Link's expression for a moment before scoffing. "You want to test my sword next?"

"Later…And when we have more space to work with," he muttered, looking around.

The three stood in the road, aiming at a target with the waterfall behind Paya's home roaring gently. Zelda and the leader both sat on a bench behind them, watching the two fire off arrows as Y/N studied their bodies carefully.

"Your turn," Link told Y/N as he returned from the target with the arrows.

She gulped thickly as she took them, notching the arrow carefully. With effort, she attempted to pull the string, grunting when it wouldn't bend to her strength.

Ganondorf frowned and gently coaxed her arm, holding under her biceps to feel her muscles strain. "Too difficult?"

"Yeah," She sighed as she relaxed, not daring to loose the arrow in fear of it flying some other direction.

He hummed and took the bow, testing it. "This is a heavier bow. Link, do you have a spare from your own inventory?"

Link hummed and beamed as he began to dig through his bags. Ganondorf blinked when he pulled out an axe, a shield, some meat–

"I still have no idea where you store all this," Zelda chuckled. "Was it a gift from Hestu?"

"Hm? Oh yeah. He did a little dance and suddenly, magic bag. It doesn't have infinite storage though. Aha!" He beamed as he gripped a small bow. He gave Y/N the traveler's bow, smiling softly. "Try this one."

She tested it and beamed as she easily pulled the string. "Much better. Thank you. Ah, here," she said, offering him the other bow. He put everything away quickly as she notched the arrow again. "Okay," She sighed softly.

Ganondorf watched her stance and shook his head. "Stop," he said. "Stay still."

Paya gasped and covered her mouth, face reddening as the Gerudo man gently began to coax her body into the right stance. Zelda had to look away, surprised and attempting to hide her giggle.

"Get a room," Link groaned, making the two blush brightly now.

"Ignore them," Ganondorf sighed, leaning close to her as he helped her aim. He watched her face scrunch and lightly pinched her side to get her attention. "Eyes open. You want to see the target. Deep inhale, loose it, then exhale."

She gave the barest hint of a nod as she took a slow inhale, staring at the target solely, before letting it go. The arrow lurched out from the bow, stabbing into the fence beside the target.

Y/N let out a groan as she looked up at the sky, praying to Hylia for her to finally give her the gift of weaponry.

"You'll get it," Paya encouraged. Y/N pursed her lips as she sighed heavily. "Don't be discouraged."

"Hard not to be, leader," She bit out, making Ganondorf blink.

He watched her correct her form as she aimed again, focusing on the target. He watched her brows furrow as she took a stabilizing breath and loosed another arrow. While it still hit the fence behind the target, he couldn't deny she was getting closer.

"Why have you never learned weaponry?" He asked absently, making her flush as she looked away shamefully.

Paya smiled. "I'll tell him if you don't," She chuckled, earning a heated glare from the woman. "It's nothing bad. Y/N here was just never truly interested in combat. She much preferred the magic all Sheikah are adept to. She's even taken it as far as to studying Wizzrobes in the field, from a safe distance and with a guard nearby mind you. But even then–"

"My mother was Hylian and my father was Sheikah. It doesn't mean much of a difference, but it does mean I'm not…as adept at magic," Y/N sighed out finally. "I can do little things like, push the air so I can jump higher or mute my footfalls but…that's about it."

Ganondorf blinked, thinking of all the times he'd catch her jumping around the village. He smiled a slight. "There…could be some books in the castle," He suggested, looking to Zelda. "Right?"

"It's possible," She hummed. "I read a few myself as a girl. Link, would it be possible for us to make a trip there? Scour the old library."

"Sure. Might be good to make sure no monsters have made a home there," He agreed as he gathered Y/N's arrows. "Relax. You're doing good."

Y/N huffed when he patted her shoulder and nodded, gathering herself and trying again.

Ganondorf watch her as she loosed arrows before gathering them and beginning again. Zelda and Paya had since gone off. Link was watching them both from a distance. It was clear to the Gerudo the hero knew he wouldn't be a threat but wondered if he grew worried leaving the two of them alone.

That didn't matter though as Ganondorf's eyes fell on her wrist, seeing it redden after she loosed another arrow. He gripped her shoulder and quickly lifted her arm, pulling her sleeve to reveal the marred skin.

Link let his head fall into his hand as Y/N's flushed face looked at Ganondorf in aghast horror as he glared down at her. "G-Ganny! C'mon. I gotta practice–"

"You've been hurting yourself like this," he sighed. "You're stopping for today.'

"He's right," Link said before Y/N could protest.

"Hey! You're the one who wanted me to learn!"

"Not at the cost of your limbs," The hero snapped out. "We have equipment for a reason. Where's the bracer I'd loaned you!"

Y/N looked away sheepishly. "I-In…In my house. It was too big for me."

Link clenched his jaw. Ganondorf blinked in surprise before sighing. "She gets it. I'm angry too, but it'll do no good if we continue this." The hero sighed and looked away as Ganondorf looked to Y/N. "You really should have said something," he said, taking the bow. "You felt it. You know this could cause an injury. Why did you press on?"

He watched her look away shamefully and shook his head. He knew when she refused to speak on such things and instead gave Link the bow. "She might try to squeeze in practice when no one is looking."

"You're right," The hero sighed as he inspected it. "We'll start up practice again when Zelda and I return from the castle. Until then, rest. Ganondorf, can you keep her safe?"

The Gerudo nodded and watched the hero storm off. After a long while, he muttered, "How petulant."

"No," Y/N sighed, rubbing her neck. "He just gets like that when he's worried. When The Upheaval happened, he was on everyone. He wouldn't let anyone some much as leave their homes without some security. At least, those who were close enough to him. Purah couldn't leave her lab for a long while because of him."

"The same guy that jumps out of hot air balloons into the Depths is overprotective?" He scoffed before nodding. "Suits him. Though, I can't exactly blame him. Come. Let's put a cool towel on it."

He walked with her to her home, ducking under the threshold. Y/N looked up as he slouched to make his way through her home and frowned, making him sit. "It really worries me when you walk through my home." She made her way to her first aid kit, grabbing the soothing gel and a cloth.

"It's nothing."

Y/N sighed, looking at him in annoyance as she sat on the bed. "Ganny, your neck was at a ninety-degree angle. That's not…normal for your spine."

"Neither is letting something whip you repeatedly but you continued to do so." He sighed when she looked away quickly. His finger slid under her chin, making her look to him. "Why didn't you say anything?"

With a thick gulp, she finally muttered out, "I didn't want to disappoint you."

Ganondorf studied her reaction, watching how she seemed to be looking everywhere but him. She was embarrassed by the contact and ashamed of her petulance. He smiled softly and took the supplies, dampening the cloth with the gel before gently laying it over her inner arm.

She hissed softly, grimacing as she rested her head on his chest. His large hand rubbed at her back as he gently held her hand, squeezing it as her arm twitched.

"You don't need to rush this," He said gently. He paused for a long moment before muttering, "I might be able to help you, but it's risky."

She frowned as she adjusted, looking up at him. He sighed softly. "I could use magic. Since the seal on my memories though…I've been unable to. I could…attempt to teach you to my best ability but…"

Y/N's eyes widened as she gulped. "But it could mean being who you were before."

mwahaha cliff hanger

#tw self harm #tw self destructive behavior #ask me stuff #ask request #redeemed ganondorf series #redeemed ganondorf #gerudo king ganondorf #ganondorf x fem!reader #fluff #totk fluff #ganondorf fluff

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basket-of-cats-and-witches · 2 months ago

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New Beginnings

I never really liked all the different ways I could have introduced Kit, my OC. Originally, I settled on the ol "try to take him out and Sylus is impressed and recruits", but as Kit has evolved and changed as a character, it stopped feeling correct. After all, I've established in my own headspace that Kit is unwaveringly loyal to him, which requires quite the catalyst. She's very firm in her beliefs.

So, here. This is set ambiguously in timeline, but well before MC shows up at Sylus's doorstep for the Aether Core.

Content Warnings include: Mentions of physical abuse, expectation of death, brief mentions of s*x work (not in a nsfw way), mentions of violence/blood.

Anyway, if you liked this or just wanna support a writer, feel free to like or reblog! It lets me know people like my work, and encourages me to continue writing.

I'm really happy with the imagery in this one, so I hope you like it too!

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Gunfire could be heard inside the compound. Time slowed as people rushed inside, rain slicking the stairs like blood seeping between the floorboards.

Still, Sylus's attention was focused on one figure, and that figure alone.

She didn't flinch as Onychinus took over, men with guns shouting left and right.

The only sign of any life was the cherry-red glow of the cigarette as she brought it to her lips, inhaling in measured breaths.

Those eyes looked…hollow.

A man was dragged past her, screaming and kicking. He yelled profanities at her, face twisted with rage, but she didn't seem to notice.

Only Sylus's keen eye was sharp enough to see the tears that rolled down her face with the rain.

Short cropped curls sagged under their own soaked weight, twisting loosely across her forehead. There were old scars across the back of her neck, like a sheep forcibly shorn, and he couldn't help but wonder what she would look like if she had a chance to bloom.

This was no small woman. She was lean and tall, every muscle toned and built specifically for fighting.

She was not a typical beauty. There was a handsomeness there that few would recognize. People would see the towering height and her intimidating coldness first, and not look past it.

Kieran, ever quiet, nudged him.

He glanced down.

“You're going to take her, aren't you?” He asked softly, his voice barely audible amongst the din.

Sylus stared at her a little longer.

The woman didn't move. Her head was hung low as if she was already waiting for death.

As if she'd already died.

He sighed, and stepped forward.

There was a pair of nice shoes in front of her.

Instinctively, Kit knew they were Italian leather, polished to the nth degree. These were shoes that were well-loved, well cared for, like her father's hands holding hers and teaching her how to work the wax into each crease and seam.

She took another drag of her cigarette, and wondered if she'd ever see him again.

“So you're our informant, hm?” That voice was deep and rich, silky with raw confidence. This was a man who was used to getting what he wanted.

Numbly, she nodded. Any second now, he'd thank her for the tip and kill her.

That was just how these things went. She'd done it plenty of times on Hector's behalf.

The Italian shoes creased as the man squatted down in front of her. Rain soaked his coat, turning charcoal into pitch as the black fabric became waterlogged.

“What's your name?” He asked.

“Kit.” She didn't even recognize her own voice. It was hollow and flat as she waited for the executioner's ax.

He tilted his head. “No last name? I suppose this business does have a tendency to take out family members as potential casualties.”

“Don't play around with me,” she said flatly, flicking the cigarette onto the ground and crushing it with her toe. “Just do what you have to. If you're going to take my life, I'd appreciate it if you didn't play with your meal first.”

The man tilted his head, humming tunelessly in thought. She'd never heard anything so off-key in her life.

“You think I'm going to kill you?” He said. “That seems like a waste. Becoming one of mine is a much better bargain.”

Kit blanched at that. “I'm not interested in working ‘under’ you. I think I'd prefer death, in that case.” As soon as the retort came out of her mouth, she cringed, expecting the strike of a hand.

Or worse, getting pistol-whipped. Hector's favorite method of punishment.

Instead, she was graced with a low chuckle.

“Trust me, kitten, if I wanted a bedwarmer there are plenty of women far more willing. And I prefer them willing.” He continued as heat spread across her cheeks. “Besides, you seem like you're a skilled fighter. That's a much more useful ability to me.”

“And you're not concerned I'm going to sell you out like I did these people?” Kit asked quietly.

Sylus shook his head. “No,” he said, without missing a beat. “I'm fairly certain you had your reasons. By the scars on the back of your neck and the way you still haven't made eye contact with me, I think they were less kind to you than you were to them.”

Startled, Kit looked up.

Lightning cracked down behind him, illuminating the soft grey-white of his hair and turning it into a blazing halo. The sudden flare of light left his face in shadow, a single ruby eye glowing with an unnatural light.

It was like a panther’s gaze in the darkness, a predator waiting to strike.

Like an angel, filled with cruel mercy.

Sylus smiled at her, a tiny curve of his lips as he looked her over.

“There we go,” he murmured. Standing up, he held out his hand. “The name's Sylus. Onychinus is mine. Want to work for me?”

Kit swallowed hard. Her mouth felt dry, a swirl of complex emotions filling up her chest and pressing outwards, as of they were trying to break free of her lungs.

She took his hand.

“I'm Kit,” she whispered. “Kitty Hale.”

Sylus smiled wider, and pulled her to her feet.

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