#you're the older one. you have to protect your sibling's dreams. you have to help them reach their dreams.

[chiye21]

i think one of the things that really gets to me is how, despite vash and knives referring to knives as the older one, there is just that one key moment where the narrative treats vash as the elder. and its when rem tells him to take care of knives right before she goes off to her death.

take care of your brother. you're the only one he has left. take care of your brother. you have to protect him in my place. take care of your brother.

(but who will take care of him?)

[lulujeno]

them as your older brother, finding out you have a crush on one of their members

— nct dream ᡣ𐭩

cw : some of them question ur taste in men but thats overall it, just some playful banter :D

a/n : really nervous for my exam tmr so i wrote this to calm me down ^^ gender neutral as always but it's a little shorter than my other one, hope you guys enjoyyyt <3

mark:

your crush on renjun wasn't that obvious at first

well that was until your youtube search history betrayed you

mark was borrowing your laptop one day and was so confused when the most recent searches was just renjun

"renjun fancam" "renjun cute moments" "renjun being mad at dreamies"

didn't put two and two together just yet but it was at the back of his mind for sure

would call you to visit the dreamies more often to see if his assumption was right okay scooby doo

you'd bring snacks and drinks most of the time, somehow always getting renjun's favourite stuff

texted you the moment he was sure that you do have a crush on his bandmate

you admitted it and since then he's been the #1 y/njun shipper

gives you updates about renjun

if it isn't obvious enough, he does approve of junnie (maybe a little too much)

renjun:

came to him one day for help since you were thinking of confessing to haechan

looked directly into your eyes and tells you you can do better than haechan

"haechan? of all people??"

proceeded to tell you that he already knows about your little crush

would tell you things that haechan likes or dislikes, even though he looks like he disapproves

secretly happy that its someone he knows really well and not some random douche

you'd notice jun's little ways of helping you get with your crush

you give him a small smile and he'd mouth to thank him later

would still nag to you because he really can't see what you see in his bandmate

"whatever makes you happy"

don't worry, he approved of haechan after seeing the way he treats you

jeno:

tried to act surprise when you said you found mark interesting

you hit him jokingly because of how bad his acting was

teases you about your crush

when you visit the dreamies he does that thing with his eyebrows and makes it really obvious that you like his bandmate

but for real though, he'd be really supportive and actually try to help you out

would still give you the 'don't get your hopes up' talk since he doesn't want you to be heartbroken

happy that you came to him for help with your little crush (you? not so happy because he's so obvious)

"mark did you see y/n's new hair?" "mark doesn't y/n smell good today?" "mark you're not gonna give y/n a hug too?"

you want to smack jeno every time he does it thank god mark lee is oblivious as hell

haechan:

thought that you were joking when you said like jaemin

realised that you were serious and suddenly theres plan a all the way till z to get you and jaemin together

one of then was to lock you both in a closet (in hopes that it ends with you guys kissing ONLY)

like jeno, tells you to not get your hopes up too high since the last thing he wants is to see his sibling cry over a MAN.

still questions why you like jaemin though, he thinks that that guy is weird

tried to tell you things to give you the ick about jaemin but it doesn't work

at one point he got too tired waiting for you to confess so he told jaemin himself

don't worry, he told you when he was going to spill the beans (yeah like 5 seconds before he said it)

jaemin:

jisung?? of all people??? that boy can't even take care of himself, how would he take care of you?

gives you a whole ted talk on why you should go for a real man like mark or jeno instead

ends up seeing what you see in jisung though

tall? deep voice? big hands? can dance? that ticks off everything in your list!

the talk ends with him being supportive and brainstorming ideas on how to make you guys a real couple

would straight up tell jisung that you like him

probably gave jisung a whole protective brother talk that scared the poor guy

tells you that it's the only way because things need to be clearly said to jisung or else he'd be too shy to initiate anything

asks for cat food in return if everything works out because he has children to feed!

chenle:

be fr, zhong chenle knows everything

so when you told him that you like jeno he did not bat an eye

tbh he was just waiting for you to admit it before going through with his plan

the plan? you accidentally tripping in front of jeno, landing on top of him, and kissing him

you just stand there thinking if your brother was actually stupid enough to think that it'll work

doesn't play when it comes to y/nno

but if jeno does end up liking you back suddenly chenle's favourite place is the gym

also doesn't play when it comes to protecting his sibling

warns jeno that if he breaks your heart then he will break other things!

jisung:

was appalled when he found out that you like chenle

chenle? zhong chenle?? his best friend of 8 years zhong chenle ???

give him a second to take it all in

finally connected the dots on why you keep asking for updates about chenle

would help you out in a subtle way

ways like making chenle sit beside you or asking chenle to call you instead of doing it himself

backfires soon after since he told chenle that you watch basketball

forgot to add in wives, you watch basketball wives not basketball itself

can't keep a secret for too long, especially one about chenle so give it 2 weeks tops before your crush finds out

fair to say it ended with both of them spamming you (one to apologise and the other? other reasons)

[timetravellibrarian]

Zoro with a younger girl who is like his little sister who has been beside him for years headcannons plsss and maybe his reaction to her x luffy?

Miss Roronoa

Zoro with a Lil sister headcannons

Zoro x younger sister! Reader

Reader x Luffy

✧｡⁠:ﾟ۝ ﾟ⁠:⁠｡✧:ﾟ۝ ﾟ⁠:⁠｡✧｡⁠:ﾟ۝ ﾟ⁠:⁠｡✧✧｡⁠:ﾟ۝ ﾟ⁠:⁠｡✧:ﾟ۝ ﾟ⁠:⁠｡✧｡⁠:ﾟ۝ ﾟ⁠:⁠｡✧

❥ First and foremost, like almost all older brothers, Zoro would be protective of his lil sister.

Anywhere she wants to go off the ship, he's coming along with. Not because he doubts she could take care of herself but because, and I quote, "I don't want you getting lost or something." To which he'd get a 'Thats some bs' look from not only you but from anyone nearby who heard.

❥ Ussop and Nami side-eyeing from the side.

❥ Before the both of you joined the crew you'd work as sort of the nurse whenever he'd get injured in a fight or even during training, even when you were little kids. So ofcourse he'd pay back the favour by teaching you how to fight too -mainly because he doesn't want you getting picked on by other kids and also as a form of bullying you himself.

"C'mon, pick up the sword and fight me!"

"Why don't you drop the other two swords and we can have a fair fight?"

He'd just stare at you, mind piecing together a heinous plan. His grin widening into an evil one.

"What if I give you a little tap then?"

"MOOMMM! ZORO'S TRYING TO FIGHT ME AGAIN!"

❥ Remember that interview he had when he was asked how he lived before joining the crew? Where he'd say he'd kill the sea king and eat it whole. He'd give you a tiny portion of the share. Just to tease you. "You didn't kill it so you don't decide how much you'll get." Meanwhile he placed another larger portion when you're not looking.

❥He wouldn't say "I love you." to you. Brothers don't usually do that. He'd probably laugh at you when you do something dumb or fall over and if cameras were around at that time, he'd take a picture before helping you up

Or say something like:

"Tell me if someone's bothering you. I'll handle them."

❥ Siblings look the same one way or another. So let's just say one of the many things that shouts out that you two are related is your green hair. People who've heard rumours are already scared enough of the name Roronoa Zoro but they tremble even more when they find out he has a sister just as dangerous. Maybe even more.

❥ Sanji. Just that would be a whole case for Zoro.

Sanji treats you like a princess as he does for all women. But the moment Zoro even comes to his line of vision he's a certified hater.

"You're always so beautiful!!" ♡(♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠)♡

"Thank you Sanji, you're beautiful too." (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

"I did not just hear you call that Cook "beautiful"" (ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ)

"You say "Cook" like it's a slur."

❥ And Finally like most brothers, he definitely disapproves of any xy chromosome.

When you were still little, he'd chase off any boy who even dared to look at you romantically. Maybe even glare at anyone who went inside your personal space. It wouldn't be in an overbearing way; he'd understand that you wanna live your life.

So when he could see something brew between you and his captain, he was cautious. Don't get it wrong, Luffy is his friend and captain, he'd trust the rubbery man with his life. But you're his sister and he'll still look out for you. Maybe knock some sense into Luffy about some things just in case.

''Luffy.''

''Yeah, Zoro?''

''Hurt her and I'll-''

''Wouldn't dream of it.''

❥ Sanji would be sulking in the corner, tissues and tears at the fact that Luffy got a girlfriend before him.

[onlyonetifosi]

The Leclerc household was buzzing with activity on a sunny Sunday afternoon. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of dishes clinking together filled the air. It was a typical day for the Leclerc family, except for one member who stood silently in the corner of the kitchen, observing the chaos before her. That member was Y/N Leclerc, the youngest of the Leclerc siblings.

Y/N was only seventeen, still in high school, while her brothers, Charles and Arthur, had already made their mark in the world of motorsports. Charles, the middle child, had achieved great success in Formula 1, while Arthur was steadily making his way through Formula 2. Y/N, however, was never given the opportunity to pursue her dreams of becoming a race car driver. The family's financial limitations forced them to prioritize Charles and Arthur's careers.

As Y/N watched her brothers and mother, Pascale, engaging in animated conversation, she couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. She desperately wanted to be a part of their world, to share in their victories and defeats. But fate had chosen a different path for her, one that she was still struggling to come to terms with.

"Y/N, can you pass me the sugar, s'il vous plaît?" Charles's voice interrupted her thoughts, his eyes focused on his phone.

Y/N snapped back to reality and reached for the sugar, placing it in front of him. "Here you go, Charles."

"Merci," he replied absentmindedly, already engrossed in his social media feed.

She glanced at Arthur, who was discussing race strategies with their mother in rapid French. He occasionally shot her a sympathetic smile, aware of the void in her heart.

Feeling a surge of frustration, Y/N mustered the courage to speak up. "Maman, I don't feel well can I go to my room?" she said, her voice wavering slightly.

Pascale turned to her daughter, a concerned expression on her face but still let her. "Bien sûr"

Y/N found solace in her bedroom, sitting on the edge of her bed, staring at the wall adorned with posters of her brothers' achievements. It was a constant reminder of the path she couldn't walk.

A soft knock on the door interrupted her thoughts, and her mother, Pascale, stepped in. She had a gentle smile on her face, but Y/N could see the sadness in her eyes.

"Ma chérie," Pascale said, her voice filled with love and concern. "Are you okay?"

Y/N fought back tears and nodded, unable to find the right words.

Pascale sat beside her and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "I know it's difficult, Y/N. But your time will come. We couldn't afford to support all three of you at once, and it broke our hearts to make that decision."

Y/N's voice trembled as she spoke, "I just feel so invisible, Mom. Like I don't matter compared to Charles and Arthur. They're living their dreams, and I'm stuck here."

Pascale hugged her tightly, her voice softening. "You matter more than you know, my dear. You're our pillar of strength, our hope for the future. We couldn't have made it this far without you."

Y/N clung to her mother, tears streaming down her face. "Je sais, maman, mais c'est difficile. J'essaie de trouver ma place, mais j'ai l'impression que je ne pourrai jamais briller comme eux."

A few days later, Charles, Arthur, and Lorenzo found Y/N sitting in the garden, lost in her thoughts. They exchanged worried glances before joining her, taking a seat on the bench.

Lorenzo, the ever-protective older brother, broke the silence. "Y/N, we need to talk. We've noticed that you've been feeling down lately, and we want you to know that we see you. We love you."

Y/N looked up at them, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry. I don't want to be a burden. I just can't help feeling left behind."

Charles placed a hand on her shoulder, his voice filled with remorse. "Y/N, you're not a burden. We may be racing, but you're racing in your own way. You're still fighting, still pushing through, and we admire that."

Arthur chimed in, his voice full of conviction. "You've always been our biggest supporter, Y/N. Your presence gives us strength. We wouldn't be where we are without you."

Y/N wiped away her tears, a glimmer of hope returning to her eyes. She finally felt seen, acknowledged, and valued by her brothers.

"Merci," she whispered, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Je vous aime"

In that moment, they all understood the true meaning of family. It wasn't just about racing or achievements, but about being there for each other, supporting one another through the highs and lows of life.

The Leclerc family stood in a tender embrace, a silent acknowledgment of the love and bond they shared. In that moment, Y/N realized that while her dreams of becoming a race car driver may have been put on hold, she had something equally valuable—her family's unwavering support.

From that day forward, Y/N pursued her passion for motorsports in her own unique way. She became an avid spectator, cheering on her brothers from the sidelines, and found solace in other hobbies that sparked her creativity and brought her joy.

In the shadows of the track, Y/N Leclerc discovered her own light, finding fulfillment in the love of her family and the pursuit of her own dreams, however different they may be.

[princesspastel8]

• Gentle •

A Sleep token(Vessel) one-shot

No smut, just fluff.

《 First time writing a xreader. So bare with me.》

°this is based on a dream I had. I hope you all enjoy°

~ words used throughout this story: you, your, you're, she, her ~

♡ Story written in Third Person POV ♡

- Life is full of ups and downs. Most go through trauma that shapes and molds them into who they are today. Others seek help. Most live with it. Life is full of trials, some easier than others. You past a few and fail others. Life is full of choices. You may choose good, but everyone is allowed to make bad ones - bad choices.

Life is what you make of it.

But sometimes, life can get lonely. One can surround themselves with family, friends, or maybe even a lover- but most still feel an empty void that no one is able to fill. So you try a different tactic, shopping. This method only hurts your pockets and places others in debt.

Music

A way to express one's self. A way to distract or help concentrate. An alternative method to fill a void.

That is y/n's method. The only one that serves to distract the ache in her heart when the loneliness strikes. Y/n's life is one that most could relate to. Growing up as the middle child, parents constantly arguing, a passive-aggressive older brother, a compulsive lying little sister, and a brother with autism that's a year apart from her in age.

A loving family, on the surface.

There wasn't abuse of any kind, but the weight of responsibility fell onto y/n's shoulders at such a young age. Trying to protect her siblings from hearing their parents fight while watching over her autistic brother. You suffered in silence, thriving for perfection in everything you do to avoid being fussed at and nitpick - while dealing with a little sister that always got her way by lying.

Sure, this life may not be as bad for most - but pain is pain. Trauma is trauma.

As the years pass, the weight of this responsibility grows heavier. Y/n grew up with no friends and not much attention given to her by her parents. You did receive love from your aunts, but that too was cut loose by your jealous mother - having witnessed her daughters grow closer to her sisters.

Middle school came and went, only making two friends - both transfering to different schools. High school came, full of nothing but hardships that caused y/n's trust issues to blossom.

Y/N has been known to be the strong one. Strong and independent - you needed no one, but she did. Y/N struggles to express yourself properly. In times where crying is needed, you'd turn to anger - wrath - until she snaps. Having to deal with a narcissistic toxic best friend, you desperately needed someone - anyone. Y/N couldn't let the best friend go, having been your only friend at the time.

Y/N didn't want to be alone.

But the dating began....

Relationship after Relationship leaves you more battered and bruised than the last, but senior year comes - and you meet him. A man Y/N couldn't get enough of. A man who knew her better than you knew yourself. A man who also hurt her in the end.

He did return, making amends - but nothing comes from this. Your heart, however, still wanted him - but you knew you had to let him go.

Have you ever encountered someone and began to picture how your life would pan out if you were to be with them?

Y/N did, with that man. She could see her life pan out differently, the opposite of what she wanted.

To put it quite frankly, Y/N is terrible at love.

How can she spot a good man when Y/N's father has only ever been an example of the bad? He did try his best, but it wasn't enough.

So here she is, now living with the aunt that showered her in the attention she needed as a child. Life is better, more calm - peaceful. The once suffocating responsibility is light. She has friends who are trustworthy, loyal, and honest. That deep void full of sadness & loneliness should be gone - yes?

No.

She has love. Love from family. Love from friends. Yet she still longs for something she's no longer sure what it may be.

A lover.

Again, her luck in men is poor. She's never encountered a man who has a gentleness to them. Most men try to use her, her last relationship being the worse. The provoking picking leads to pointless arguments. The pressure to perform lewd acts, only to be left disgusted and full of shame.

At this point, she doubts she'll ever meet a man who will cherish her.

Having never been shown proper love from a partner, she stays to herself. She's still so young. She has time to find the right one, but her mental road blocks prevent her from being optimistic.

Music.

Ah yes, the one healthy method to help sooth the ache in her heart.

Music has been the one thing she fully relied on to help ease the tiniest pitches of pain lingering in her heart. It's only a matter of time before she stumbles upon a band known as 'Sleep Token'. Instantly, she's hooked.

Their songs, their sound - his voice.

She's obsessed, deeply rooted in all things involving this band. Their music, the lyrics, captivating her in a way she couldn't explain. Sleep token brings her peace within her clouded void. They're the perfect distraction.

Soon, she goes to see them live. The experience lights a spark within her, making her truly cherish the art that is Sleep token.

Y/N starts from the back rows, with each passing show - bringing herself closer and closer to the stage until she's front row. Mesmerizing. The only word she could use to describe that breathtaking moment.

Watching Vessel prance around, ii banging out on the drums, iii and his wild antics and screams towards the crowd, and iv- making the ladies scream with his sensual hand motions Truly a experience all should bare witness to. A taste of a drug, and she's addicted.

Every show that's near, she's there, front row with the brightest smile - swaying to each song and softly mumbling the lyrics word for word. Watching Sleep token live & up close has become her only means to de-stress.

It didn't take Vessel long to notice her. Sure, he's performed in many sold-out shows, seen many faces within the crowd- but seeing her front row during his concerts brings a joy he struggles to describe. He sometimes finds himself scanning the crowd in hopes of seeing her, though performing in a state too far for her to travel.

He's just as captivated as she is with him, if not more. The way her e/c eyes sparkle when he performs her favorite songs, the way her h/c hair aligns with the swaying of her hips, and how her smile brightens when she believes they've made eye contact- y/n can never tell due to his mask.

Vessel catches himself singing to her rather than the crowd. He can't help himself. Something about her is so alluring. At some point, he can no loner bare just watching her from the crowd. He wants y/n near, closer.

He proposes the idea of backstage passes, adding heavier security to keep things safer for everyone. iii is always the one doing most of the talking with fans while the other bandmates participate in taking photos. It isn't until the second to last fan leaves that Vessel's efforts finally paid off.

There she is, smile so bright, it's blinding. He's the first to approach her, hands clasp together in thanks as he nods his head to her.

"Oh my gosh, Hi! Uh- hello! I'm a huge fan. I hate that I haven't discovered you guys sooner. Your music is amazing, I love what you guys do! I try to come to every show to gather in worship with you all!" She geeks, rambling nervously.

Vessel watches her, his heart light & full of joy. He chuckles, "Yes. I've noticed."

Silence.

His bandmates are surprised, but y/n looks as if she's about to faint. Vessel doesn't speak directly, nor indirectly to the fans. Its apart of his persona as 'Vessel'. Nevertheless, why did he speak to her out of all the fans he's encountered today?

"Y-Y-You have?" She gulps, stammering over her words.

He smiles, taking the pen and notepad from her hands. "Yeah. It's hard to forget a smile as bright as your own." He said, writing his autograph as well as a little note only meant for her eyes.

The others share a look from behind their mask, walking up to the two. iii grins, giving y/n a side hug while signing the next page. ii and iv following suit while iii does most of the talking. Vessel stays near, a smile tugging at his lips. The sparking joy in her eyes makes his heart leap.

Y/N turns back to Vessel, a blush growing on her cheeks. She's gotten a picture with all the other members, except him. "U-Uh...can- I mean, may I have a picture?" She didn't forget the compliment made about her smile.

He nods, moving to stand next to her and places his hands together. He keeps a good distance, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. Once the picture is taken, Y/N gives her thanks that turns into rambles again. Noticing this, Adam comes over to inform y/n that time is up.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I know you guys must be exhausted. Thank you...so much!" She smiles, about to turn away.

Vessel stops her, placing his hand on her shoulder. She turns to look at him, eyes wide. "I'll... see you at our next show, right?"

Y/N still isn't used to Vessel talking so freely like this - she'll never be. With a quick nod, she says, "Well, duh! Front row, too!"

He laughs, her enthusiasm contagious. "Looking forward to it." He hums, waving as she leaves.

iii is the first to speak up, "mate, what the hell was that?"

Vessel turns to them, shrugging with a grin. "She waited all that time to meet us. Wanted to give her something worthwhile."

ii nods, understanding his reasoning - but that grin of his tells a different story. "Right... but be careful. Some fans can be pretty -"

"Yeah, yeah." Vessel waves him off, still feeling giddy from finally being able to properly meet you, talk to you.

iv grins, putting two and two together but stays quiet. He, to, has noticed your familiar face in the crowd of their shows. He knows true devotion when he sees it. This goes beyond loyalty. This runs deeper. Whatever Vessel is planning, he's sure it's for the betterment of her as well as himself.

Y/N makes it home, heart full of happiness. She rushes to her room to share her time with yet the same guy mentioned before - the one who knows her better than she knows herself. However, he wasn't amused. He showed no signs in wanting to share her joy. He does that, showing no enthusiasm when it comes to anything he doesn't like - Sleep Token being on that list.

With each passing text, her excitement & joy die down - turning stolis. Wish a heavy sigh, she places her phone down, curling up in bed. She should cut ties with him. They have no future together, so why hold on to hopeless love?

Time.

So much time has been invested into this person. Starting over is out of the question. Going through opening up, being vulnerable to another potential partner isn't a option. Y/N doesn't want to risk having to bare yet another broken heart.

She holds her notepad close to her chest before opening it, smiling sadly at their signatures- until looking at Vessel's. Her eyes nearly bug out of her sockets. She traces her fingers over the writing in complete shock.

".....why would he...me? Of all people.." she questions while staring at the phone number written under his name.

"It's a joke...has to be..."

But Vessel wouldn't joke about this. He wouldn't joke about the risk of exposing his identity. Though a leak did take place, it didn't blow completely out of proportion. However, the Sleep Token members did have to go radio silent until the mess died down.

.....so why would Vessel risk it happening again?

Being skeptical, y/n grabs her phone - putting the number in before shooting a text. "This isn't a real number. As if he'd - "

Her breath is caught in her throat at the immediate reply.

"How long were you going to keep me waiting?"

"....there's no way I'm texting THE Vessel from Sleep token."

[Image attached] "Believe me now?"

"AAAAHHHHHOUVVY8C8RX7RXT- NO WAY!"

Vessel sent an image of himself in their tour van still dressed in his costume, about to prepare for bed. Y/N's head is reeling. This can't be real. It has to be a dream - a sick twisted dream. She gulps, grabbing her phone and gathering courage to read his replies.

"💀"

"I didn't scare you off, did I?"

"Come back, love. I promise I don't bite."

"This is a dream. This whole day is a DREAM! THIS CONVERSATION ISN'T REAL!"

"Its not-"

"IT IS!"

"Love, breathe. This is real. I'm real."

"Ok...ok, I'm breathing, but..why? Why text me? Why even give me, a fan, your number? For all you know, I could leak this and cause from really bad damage."

"Are you?"

"Of course not! I'm just making a part here!"

"I see...well, it's alright. This is a burner phone anyways😊"

"I-"

"🤓 I'm smart enough to know how to cover my tracks."

"Oh? So this isn't the first time you've done this?"

"No love, you're the only one.😇"

"Don't believe you.😕"

"Would looking through my phone help defend my case?"

"Hm...maybe-"

"🚩🚩"

"Haha, very funny. Fucking hilarious🙄"

"🤣 jk jk. But it's late, you should rest."

"Not really sleepy🤷🏾"

"Really? You seemed pretty exhausted to me. Want to discuss what's keeping you up?"

Should she tell him? That's considered trauma dumping- right? Besides, they hardly know each other. She wouldn't want to waste a once in a lifetime moment by chasing him away. So with a heavy sigh, she replies -

"No, no, I'm ok! I'm sure you're far more drained! You were a ball of energy on stage today. You and the others deserve much needed rest! I'll leave you be now, bye!"

And with that, she turns her phone off, to anxiety driven to dare leave him on open. She wouldn't get much sleep that night, still in disbelief of what took place. Nothing about her is that special, so it's hard to believe when he said she's the only one. Maybe looking through his phone will give her a moment of clarity.

Vessel, on the other hand, has the biggest smile on his face. "Damn, she ran away."

iii looks over, taking off his mask. "Who?"

"...bloody hell I didn't ask for her name." Vessel huffs, tossing his burner phone aside as he prepares for a quick, much needed shower.

iv raises a brow, "That girl from earlier? You gave her your number?"

Vessel smiles, looking at his bandmates. "Maaaaaaybe?" Before they can question him further, he dashes away to the bathroom.

Though, after his shower, he's faced heavy interrogation. ii & iii let up only a bit after being told it's a burner phone number. , however, r is still suspicious. Why is his friend being so friendly with a random fan? What about her makes her importance?

It's the next morning, You didn't get any rest. How can you? You're still questioning if last night was a dream, so you grab your phone - turning it on. Her heart thumps as her cheeks grow red.

"Wait, you don't have to share if you don't want to."

"I apologize for intruding."

"Rest well."

"Good morning, love."

"What's with the nickname?"

"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

"My bad, good morning. What's up with the nickname?😐"

"If I say it's a British thing, would you buy it?"

"No.😐😑😐😑"

"🤣 I don't know your name."

You sigh heavily, pitching the bridge of your nose. Why are you being so rude? Maybe because of the little sleep you got, thanks to a certain someone.

"Oh... right, it's Y/N"

Vessel smiles at her message, finding her feisty & sarcastic messages to be amusing. He hopes he gets to experience this side of her in person. He wants to witness all sides of what makes her - her.

"Pretty name, love. I gtg- just made it to our next stop. I'm looking forward to seeing you gather with us in worship🙏🏻"

You don't reply, needing to get ready to see them again, front row. She's eager to see them perform again. However, her mood is quickly soured by a message from him.

"Another dry text...if he doesn't want to talk.. he should say that.."

She gulps, debating on replying or not. How does one reply to an 'ok' text? So with a heavy heart, she leaves him on open - something she's never done in all the time she's known him. Whenever their conversations run randomly dry, she would send memes or funny videos in hopes it'll start a conversation- but it never does.

A few days before the concert, he tried sexting her, but she wasn't in the mood. It happens sometimes, and normally, he'll bounce back and understand. But this time feels different, like he placed a wall up all because she wasn't in the mode. Maybe leaving him on read will make him see how hurt she is.

Once ready, she drives two hours to the next town - booking her hotel. She gets there hours before the show starts, watching the team continue their set ups. There's only a handful of people there, most still at work since it is a weekday. She doesn't notice that Vessel is watching her from backstage.

Immediately, he knows something is off. The sparkling light in her eyes dimmed. He raises a brow at you, continuing to check your phone only for your eyes to dim even more. She's sad, and he's eager to know what or who is causing it. He just wants to see her smile again.

His bandmates notice his stare, their eyes locking onto you. "Mate, you look like a lost puppy dog," iii snickers.

"She looks sad..." Ves said, pouting.

"Obviously," ii points out.

iv sighs, turning up his guitar. "Then let's do what we do best." He nods.

And they did, performing for the crowd while Vessel performed for her. He can't help the smile that grows from seeing your own. It truly brings a joy that he can't comprehend.

The show went on without a hitch, the crowd cheering with gratitude as Vessel bows. He moves in front of you, bending to one knee with his hands clasp together in thanks. He stays in that position for a few seconds before raising his head, catching sight of your breath taking - dazzling smile.

The view almost makes him break character. He stands, giving the crowd one last bow before leaving the stage - sparing you one last glance before disappearing behind the curtains. A sigh of triumph leaves his lips as he sits down, his crew gathering around and packing things up.

"Her smile is pretty bright." iv admits.

"Did you hear the way she screamed at me? That girl knows how to play the bit." iii grins.

- The classic "ARE YOU IN PAIN LIKE I AM?! -

- iii "I don't think so" -

Vessel opens his mouth to reply, but he hears a 'ding' come from his burner phone that's laid on a table behind him. He picks it up, face lighting up under his mask at the sight of your name on his screen.

"Be careful now, Bowing and smiling at me like that. Wouldn't want word spreading of you having favorites🤭"

"A message from your sunshine already?" iii grins, looking over his shoulder.

Vessel reaches back, placing his hand on his face to push him back playful. "For my eyes only, mate." He chuckles, shooting a reply.

"I have to display my gratitude for your loyalty towards us."

Vessel almost slipped up and said 'towards me,' but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

She smiles, now in her hotel room. She takes a quick shower and settles for bed before replying to him.

"Well, regardless, you guys have made my days a lot more brighter. I wish I had discovered you guys sooner. 🥺"

Vessel didn't reply right away. He took a shower and made his way to the let out bed within their tour van. When comfortable, he opens your message, smiling. But he remembers that distance look in your eyes, a look of hurt shadowed by her forced smile. Something happened. He's eager to know what or who caused you pain, but again, he doesn't want to overstep.

"Thank you, love, but I have to ask. Is everything alright?"

"What do you mean?"

"You seemed...off. I don't know you well, but I know pain when I see it. If you want to share....I wouldn't be opposed to listening."

You feel a bit...blindsided. You're known for being able to mask your pain very well. Its apart of your 'tough girl' act after all. You two don't know each other personally, but for him to see right through you is astonishing. Only one person has been able to do that....and he hasn't sent a text just to check in. Vessel gave her the opportunity to open up, but her instinct is to reject it automatically.

"Nothing is wrong, but thank you for asking! I'm just a bit jet lagged from driving most of the day. Well, it's getting late, and you have a show to do so rest up! Goodnight🤗"

She places her phone down with a heavy heart, curling up in her bed as she sighs. It's ironic how the one that checked in on her isn't the guy she was hoping to do that.

Vessel, too, places his phone down - heart oddly tight. He isn't sure why he has such a longing attraction towards you, but he's eager to know more about you - and to witness more of your blinding smile.

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A week turns into a month and a month into a year. Vessel & you have gotten closer. You also have gotten to know the other bandmates quite well. iii is a ball of energy that's always ready to start some shenanigans. ii and iv are more mellow but hold great conversation.

Then there's Vessel. You don't want to admit it, but you found yourself beginning to develop feelings for him. His laugh, silly jokes, and his smile brightens your day. The way he comforts you and is able to tell when you aren't in the best of moods sets your heart ablaze.

Unfortunately, you live in the United States and him in the United Kingdom. Most interactions are done over the phone or video chat. It isn't until you obtain a visa to live in the United Kingdom for a whole year that you've gained more time to spend with them.

But once again, your attention is focused elsewhere. It didn't take Vessel and the others to realize that your attention seems to be stuck on a man you can't seem to let go of. They've tried to get you to open up about him, but you'll brush them off - saying over and over that it's no big deal.

It was only a matter of time before Vessel lost his patience with you. He would've waited, for as long as it took, but the end of your visa is nearing - and the thought of you running into the arms of another man pushed him over the edge. He's longed acknowledged his feelings towards you. He would show his affection discreetly and make jokes on what it'll be like if you two were together. He just wishes you'd give him a chance.

Though you two are on a silent treatment, that didn't stop him from allowing you to attend band practice for their upcoming UK tour. But just like every other band practice, your face is in your phone - tears would sometimes build in your eyes until you look up and force a smile to push the tears back down. The lump in your throat would continue to fill until you rush home and cry yourself to sleep.

And here you are, repeating the cycle. This guy has yet to check in to see if you're well after you left him on open for the second time. Once again, his dry replies leave your heart aching. Two nights before, he was trying to engage in sexting with you once more, and you turned him down. You weren't in the mood. All you wanted was conversation, but he wouldn't give you that.

For the first time in the many years you've known him, you feel used - tossed away when you didn't give him what he wanted. It hurts. The pain makes your heart burn and fill with agonizing loneliness that's too much for you to bare. A lone tear slips from your eyes, bringing an abrupt halt to Sleep Token's band practice.

"Who do I need to go fuck up aye?" iii huffs angrily, stretching his long limbs.

"Huh?" You question, not realizing a tear fell from your eye.

"You're crying..." ii points out with iv joining your side.

You force a tight smile, waving them off as you set your phone down. "I'm fine, you guys! I-I just uh...saw a sad video on snapchat, that's all! Keep playing. You guys are doing amazing!" You cheer, not fooling anyone.

The band shares a look of worry, Ves finally speaking up. "Let's take a break. Why don't you guys go grab pizza? I'll set up Elden Ring."

The three picked up what Vessel is putting down. He wants to be alone with you. iii grins, nodding his head as his long legs take him out of the room. ii & iv follow behind.

"Oh wait I'll go with-"

"Nah, we're good! Can't leave Ves alone for too long, or he'll 'accidentally' break or get stuck in something." iii snickers, further pushing the theory of Vessel being a cat at heart.

"Fuck off!" He laughs, shooing them away.

The moment they're gone, the tension rises instantly - becoming too suffocating. Vessel looks as calm as he can be while setting up the game, while you look stressed & bothered. You take in a deep breath, glancing down at your phone to still see no messages from the man you're still trying to hold onto.

She releases a shakey sigh, the lump in her throat building. This isn't fair. She invested so much of her time, so much of her heart into this person. Why is he suddenly treating you this this? It hurts. It hurts it -

"It hurts." You say aloud, drawing Vessel's attention.

"What hurts love?" He asked, moving to sit cross leg on the ground in front of the tv - his back turned to her.

"My heart...it hurts. I put so much time into him. Time I can't get back! It isn't fair! I don't give him what he wants, and he just tosses me to the side?! He had never been like this before! I-I just..." her throat closes in, her eyes beginning to build with tears.

Ves keeps his eyes trained on the screen, trying to defeat a boss. "Keep going, I'm listening." He said calmly, wanting you to get it all out. He wants you to finally open yourself up to him. He's been aching to cross this line with you.

She bites her lip, shaking her head as she sniffles. The thought of having to start over, be vulnerable again to someone else, is far too scary. She can't. She won't. She swallows the lump with force, blinking her tears away. You can't handle being rejected anymore.

So you smile, a smile Vessel has grown to hate. A smile used to mask your pain while your eyes screamed for mercy. He's not your hero, nor is he a savior - but he's willing to do what he can to fill your world back up with the joy you deserve.

"No..N-No it's nothing. I'm fine."

Hearing that, he pauses the game, standing to his feet. He turns to you, walking towards you. You raise a brow, reminded of the height difference between you two as he gets closer. You take a few steps backward, feeling the atmosphere shift to something... you're unfamiliar with but not apposed to.

"Whoa- what are you -"

He places his hands on your shoulders, carefully pushing you against the wall. You're not given a chance to process what's happening. His lips now press against your own. Your eyes widen, body frozen in shock - but you don't push him away. Vessel moves closer, one hand moving to your waist and the other to her cheek - making you tilt your head to kiss him back.

This...isn't anything you've experienced before. His hands are rough, yet his touch is so light, feathery. He pulls you even closer, body pressing against your own. He deepens the kiss, hoping to convey his feelings through this - praying they finally reach you.

You feel yourself melt against him, closing your eyes as you kiss him back - the shock fading. You fall deep into his tenderness, his touch so serene. Most men are forceful when it comes to their advances towards you. You thought that's how it's supposed to be. You weren't shown the rights and wrongs of dating. Therefore, you experienced so much hurt - feeling pressured to please your partners until you can't take it anymore.

Never once have you had a man touch you as if you were the finest glass - a man holding you so gently as if you were a porcelain doll. This....is all so new. A lone tear slips your eye, your heart exploding with so many buried wounds and fragments kept deep inside - too scared to face, but Vessel brought them out with a simple kiss.

He pulls away, chuckling at her daze expression. He moves his thumb over her eyelashes, drying her tear away. She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. A part of her feels light, calm - but the other is hurting, trying to twist this intimate moment into something it's not.

"Why?" Y/N question as he pulls further away. "Why did you do that?"

"I've been pining for you since the moment I saw your beautiful smile. That smile sparked something in me. The joy in your eyes made me smile. I wanted to know more about you, see more of you, and get to know you." He sighs, shaking his head. "But you continued to turn me away, your foucs stuck on someone who doesn't deserve your fragile - clement heart."

Vessel steps back, moving to sit back down on the ground - resuming his game. He figures you'd need a moment to process his words, and you did. However, that other part of you is polluting your thoughts - telling you he's feeding you lies. No man can show such genuine emotion without hinting at a ulterior motive.

"Stop...stop lying to me, Ves. Don't feed me false hope!"

"What reason would I have to lie?" He questions, not turning away from the screen. "I risked so much just to have you this close to me. iv could've been right. I could've ruined this band by being so open and willing to let you into our world, my world. You could've exposed so much of us, but you dudnt. And that...that made me fall more for you, love." He pauses the game, turning around to look at her but doesn't leave his spot on the ground. "All I want in return...is for you to trust me. Trust me with your heart Y/N. Open yourself to m-"

"I can't!" Y/N shout, the tears breaking way - your sobs racking through your body. "I just can't! I can't start over! It hurts too much! I've been hurt... so many times, Vessel. If I open up and get left again.. I-I don't think I'll be able to handle another heartbreak. Please just let me g-"

"I gave you a taste of what you deserve. Are you willing to give up so easily? I, too, have been hurt. I take what I've learned from that pain, heal, and continue with my life. Yes, it gets hard. Yes, some days are worse than others , but I push through. I push through in order to gain what I know I deserve. My love, you can do the same. Until you're able to, just lean on me."

His words only make her sob harder. He opens his arms, a smile on his lips. Her body moves on its own, moving onto his lap and allowing him to hold you as you cry onto him - opening up about everything.

"We're only human, love. We're flawed creatures. We aren't meant to be strong all the time. You should've never been placed in those positions you were forced into. You deserve to be pampered, loved, and cared for. You aren't an object for men's pleasure. You're a woman who desires love. Nothing is wrong with that."

You nod, leaning your head up to look at him. "I'm sorry..." Y/N whisper.

"What for?"

"That stupid argument, undermining your feelings, and just overall being so mean to you at times. You dont deserve that...gosh, I'm such a mess." You laugh, smiling sadly.

He smiles, bringing his hands up to dry her tears. "It's alright, I apologize for snapping at you. I just... couldn't take the thought of you leaving and returning to that...fucking jerk."

You giggle, his pout making your smile brighten. "You were jealous?"

"Yes! Your face would sometimes be in that phone, wanting for that idiot to reply to you with something meaningful! Bloody hell, I almost snatched your phone so many times." He grumbles.

You lean forward, pecking his lips. "I'm sorry. I'll block him...for real this time. It's time to let go...."

Vessel stares down at her, her smile making his heart skip and eyes fill with so much adoration towards her. "Be mine."

Your heart skips, but your happiness dies down as quickly as it comes. "I want to...I want to give you a chance, but I have to leave to the US. You have another tour coming up. I don't think -"

"No. I'll make it work. We'll make it work. I've waited so long for you, and I won't let you slip through my fingers. Not anymore."

He captures your lips again. This kiss filled with passion yet holds so much gentleness. Both melt into the other, their feelings finally reaching the one another. Vessel's patience and understanding have truly paid off. You will work on yourself. You will work to become the best version of yourself, not only for yourself - but for Vessel too. The both of you deserve happiness and a life full of love.

"Ahem." iii clears his throat, a cheeky grin on his face. "Ooolala! Did we interrupt a precious moment? ii you got that on video, right?"

"Yup." He said, still holding up his phone.

iv holds his hands up, displaying he has no part in their antics. Vessel huffs, gently moving you off his lap. He pecks your forehead before charging at iii, chasing him around the room - eventually wrestling him. ii would join in, feeling iii out numbered, but Ves doesn't back down.

You laugh at their shenanigans, iv moving next to you to watch as well. "I should apologize."

"For?" You question him with a smile.

"For misjudging you. He's been happier ever since encountering you. You have my thanks." He nods.

Your smile widens, heart swelling with no much joy you can barely take it. She can't remember the last time she's felt this light. "No, no, I understand. Some fans are just badshit crazy. You're just looking out for your friend."

Ves gives up, walking back over to you and lays his head on your shoulder. "Fuckers." He grumbles, hearing them laugh and tease the two of you.

You giggle, kissing his cheek. "I'm sure a bit of food will fix you right up."

He beams, making a dash into the kitchen. He knows if iii gets his hand on the food first - he'll swallow everything whole. Soon, everyone is sitting at the table, talking about the upcoming tour and your departure from them until your visa is renewed.

Though you'll miss them terribly, you'll be leaving on such a high. Having made friends with her favorite band and opening yourself to Vessel has been the highlight of your life.

Every day will now appear far more brighter, thanks to that illuminating smile of yours that started it all.

《 I just want to put a disclaimer. Though I love Sleep token, I'm not some crazed fan that ships myself nor write fanfics or sumt of the members on a daily Occurrence. (No shame to the ones that do. That's just not my cup of tea) I was going through a rough patch of loneliness and decided to watch live shows of them on YouTube to help ease that pain. I ended up falling asleep by doing so - hence the dream I had. Only the second part is my dream. The first half is just a story building.

《 Thank you all that read this, and I hope it helps any lonly girlies out there that are turn to Sleep Token for comfort.

《 Likes and repost are very much appreciated. Much love to you all! 🫶🏾❤️🖤🩶🤍

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

About your Amity's post, I get some of the points but there are some constructive points I want to bring up.

Amity doesn't stand up against her parents for Luz only, she also does that for other people on the Boiling Isles. In Clouds on the Horizon, at the first scene, she and her siblings try to find ways to tell Odalia and Alador that they're unknowingly helping Belos. “Someone has to tell Mom about the draining spell, or else she and Dad are helping Belos hurt people.” The people in Amity's saying don't include Luz, because the draining spell only hurts witches with sigils, while Luz doesn't have one. Even when she's captured in a shield, her first thing she says to Odalia is “Don't you get it? You're helping a witch hunter destroy everything.”

In Reaching Out, Amity wants to reconnect with her father through the Brawl champion. Abomination is Amity's personal interest since she dyes her hair purple because it's an Abomination color. In the Brawl matches, it can be seen that Amity has unique fighting skills with Abomination, she can use it to fly, move it from one place to the other and turn her hands into Abomination like Darius. She trains magic a lot so she can improve like this.

Luz's trauma is focused at the end of the episode, but in the first half, Amity's father issue is more focused. He never listens to her and underestimates her, he's also controlling in some sense. He also destroys her book by cutting it in half. Also, the bond Amity has with Edric and Emira is overlooked as well. They give Amity the concealment stones, and are willing to show their ‘imperfect’ real selves. Emira even tries hard to heal her sister. They cheer for Amity from the stand and they get protective of Amity when Alador grabs her and throws her down. The Blight siblings play an important role in Amity's growth and development, and it's not just only Luz like how the fandom flanderizes.

Amity is only 14, and an abused victim. She only gets out of her mother's influence and she struggles to find what she wants. What Amity wants is the ability to decide for herself. Amity is in her transitional period, her biggest wish is making decisions herself, that's how she connects to Ghost. When Alador underestimates her and wants her to stay back, she still stands up to fight alongside with him and proves that she isn't weak. “I'm gonna make my own decision from now on.” Before knowing what goals or dreams she wants, she has to have the freedom to decide first.

And Odalia does more than bugging Amity about her hair color. Odalia still forces her to join the Emperor's Coven, something that she doesn't want. She was manipulated to believe that it was her dream at first. She treats Amity unfairly compared with Edric and Emira. In the first scene of Clouds on the Horizon, only Amity is criticized and grounded, they only get grounded later on because they try to burn the factory. When the twins try to save the Hexsquad from the shield, Odalia blames it all on Amity, that Amity is the one telling the twins to act out. Odalia even destroys Amity's tamagotchi, her personal belonging. Both Blight parents destroy her belongings like nothing, like a child whose phone gets destroyed by their parents.

Some are too harsh on Amity because she's 14 and they're older than that. They can somehow know what they want for our future. But as a 14 year old, Amity only wants to be a teenager studying and living to the fullest of her life without any pressure. Volunteer to read books for kids, baking, watch Azura and draw, or cosplay her favorite character. She likes Azura way before she even meets Luz. She's still a good student like Season 1 because her magic is much stronger than before. In Sunday momocon panel, Dana confirmed that Bump would have a hard time choosing between Amity and Willow to take to the "Instructing Future Witches of Tomorrow."

When Amity grows up, she can does figure out her ambitions. She becomes an Abomination engineer to create inventions based on her creativity and interests. She's also an explorer, as she travels long distances on the hot air balloon she creates to get Lilith a book. She wants freedom and chances to explore outside after years of being controlled and abused.

first off, thank you for being civil about your argument. you made a lot of points, so i'll address them one by one.

1. yes, amity stood up for the people of the boiling isles, but that was after she already broke free from odalia's influence and got with luz. i was specifically talking about s1 when amity stands up to her parents. at that point, she had no personal goals other than the fact that she liked luz.

2. abomination seems to be amity's personal interest but it also aligns with her parents' goals for her. she was excelling in abomination when she was still under odalia's control. so it doesn't really count as going against her parents' wishes.

not to mention, apart from the scenes where she fights and her hair color (which, i didn't even realize was meant to be inspired by abomination until alador mentioned it), there's not much focus on abomination as amity's special interest. if that was really the goal, they could have put more focus on it.

3. yes, that episode was about amity's relationship with her dad and her siblings. i did acknowledge that. but it doesn't take away from the fact that it's more about interpersonal drama than amity's personal goals. it starts off that way but there's so little focus on amity choosing her own path.

also, luz's trauma isn't only mentioned at the end of the episode, it was the bigger conflict in the entire episode. it starts with luz getting a reminder on her phone and throughout the episode, there's more focus on luz trying to ignore her worries and appear happy, than there is focus on amity.

4. i agree with what you said about amity needing the freedom to do what she wants before she makes a decision. the problem is that there was only one episode centered around that, and that was the episode we just talked about.

i just wish there was more focus on her healing from her trauma and discovering her passions and goals. she is the main character's love interest after all and for a show that's as progressive as toh, i would expect them to know better than to write a love interest whose sole purpose is being a love interest.

if there were more episodes surrounding amity, i wouldn't be complaining so much. and the show being cut short isn't an excuse because there were so many filler episodes that really weren't important to the main plot. the least they could have done is use one of those filler episodes to focus on amity.

5. i understand that amity was still very young and she didn't need to have her entire life figured out at that point. but given that characters like eda and king was given a lot more focus, i just wish they had done the same for amity.

my point is that i would have liked to see the process of amity figuring out her interests and discovering her identity, instead of just getting the end result. yes, we see her volunteer at library (though again, she did that way before her redemption arc and sure, she does seem to genuinely like doing it, but it's still not going against her parents' wishes) or cosplaying (which was done, in part, to comfort luz) but i wanted to see more of the arc that led to amity discovering her own interests, especially after her redemption.

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*Slams open the door to your inbox very, very loudly*

I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA FOR AN AU

But this one is a little bit deranged.

AU where only Donatello and Karai are raised by Splinter and the rest (Leonardo, Raphael and Michelangelo) were raised by the Shredder. (Or vice versa idk which would be funnier)

It's stupid, I KNOW— but wdnsixjsks—

Just imagine the lone turtle being raised by the opposite side of the other three, accompanied with just as fierce + overprotective older sister who'd drop kick anyone who ever attempt to claim the title as 'Donatello's older sibling'.

Donnie'd be so confused to suddenly have a group of the same species as him suddenly thrusted into his life after spending years of beliving he's the only one— and oh look they're now claiming him to be their brother, how neat.

Karai is NOT happy because that's HER little brother and they have to pry him out of her cold, dead hands.

Leo and Raph would be, "You're our master's daughter and that's OUR little brother", to which Karai would be, ">:0".

Cue to Mikey and Donnie arguing who is older.

I'm not sure about you, but I am also a sucker for (over)protective Mikey. It's a neat concept, one that hasn't been explored much by the fandom— but arhwidnsidnsi.

I just love the purple genius, okay?

This AU is purely crack and self-indulgent at this point hahah.

-Ellestrade

Donnie didn’t consider himself to be a bad son, per say.

Sensei always had a list of rules to keep him safe. Never go down to the ground floor unless the dojo was closed for the day. Never open the curtains because he might be glimpsed. Never go out into the yard unless he got permission or had one of them with him.

And never, under any circumstances, was he to enter New York City.

Sensei was always very careful when it came to his safety. It’s the whole reason that he found a place outside the city for him to grow up, miles away from people, but close enough to the city that Miwa could visit to terrorize socialize whenever she feels cooped up.

Donnie’s never had that luxury, but now he was fifteen.

Fifteen was practically driving age. Fifteen is old enough to be in a high school and get invited to parties that sounded unsafe and rent adult movies behind parents backs and get to buy things at stores or check out books at the library!

He’s definitely responsible enough to borrow some books on his own.

Fifteen is also the perfect age for sneaking out and breaking rules.

It’s not really his fault. It’s the hormone and teenage ritual stuff. He couldn’t help it, probably. That’s what Miwa always says. Sensei buys it sometimes. He goes easy on her. So when Donnie wakes up to a carpeted floor and a splitting migraine, he knows he’s been caught and he’ll need every reasonable excuse that he can get his hands on.

It’s his birthday, anyway. Sensei can’t be too mad.

There are muffled voices around him as he lifts his head, immediately regretting it when pain spikes from his skull and scatters across his forehead. He clutches at his skull, groaning miserably. He’s never had an all-nighter migraine this intense before.

He supposes that this is what Miwa would call a personal problem as remains on the ground, forcing his eyes open to get a read on the situation. He expects to see his father hovering as Miwa goads him into a punishment because the consequences of his actions was never enough for her.

Somehow, his father usually ends up letting him off the hook instead. A perk of being an extinct species that can never see the light of day, he supposes, is endless sympathy points.

Donnie’s greeted with three shells, four blinding overhead lights, five individual weapons, and six eyes, all balanced out by a truckload of confusion. He stares, blinking sluggishly, as one of the turtles announces, “Well, he’s not dead.”

And just like that, this has officially slotted itself to be the weirdest dream Donnie has ever had.

DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT I HAD TOO-

So anyway, feel free to assume that he’s in pain and kidnapped for any number of reasons because I have about twelve different ideas and they are all equal GREAT for the crack AU atmosphere that is in development in my brain.

I’m just imaging a backstory where Shredder fought the Kraang (cause he was hangry or something, who knows) and the turtles (sitting abandoned in the alley, maybe?) are corrupt with mutagen.

Absolutely dumbfounded but not stupid enough to leave the little freaks of nature behind, he (still human) snatches three of them, accidentally leaving one behind.

Hours/days later, Toddler Miwa hear Donnie crying, barely alive and all alone. Obviously, dad and daughter care for him.

Shredder and Yoshi are still human, but neither is on guard for the other. They both think the other remains in Japan.

Their sons don’t grow up hating each other’s guts. They are both trying to leave their past behind. Yoshi is raising his family. Shredder is growing his empire.

So Donnie didn’t grow up knowing he had other brothers because no one knew they existed. Ergo, I imagine Donnie would be confused at first, but after fifteen years thinking that he’s alone in the universe, he’s eager to learn everything about these three fellow turtle mutants in ninja gear. He’s a bit perturbed about the fact that they keep making excuses to keep him from leaving, but he’s not to concerned about it. He has brothers! How neat is that?

And since it’s a crack AU, it would be absolutely hilarious if Donnie seems like this naive, learned soul, who cannot social in the slightest- but the second that the need calls for it, he knows how to use several different type of weapons and can take all the brother down single-handedly. He had fifteen years of no brotherly distractions and a sister who takes training very seriously. Why wouldn’t he?

It’s why he’s not concerned with technically being held hostage. He’s reasonably certain that he can take them. And he proves it when Karai finds him and tries to take him home, only for the brothers attempt to stop him from leaving.

Of course, he always feels bad about his supremely awesome and instinctive skills. He prefers his studies.

No, but your “pry him out of her cold, dead hands” comment made me think that she’d need a reason to feel threatened. If they bond before she finds him, Donnie will begin looking at his older brothers (yes, even Mikey, who adores being able to feel in charge of someone) like, well, eldest brothers, and Karai will sense the change.

And, obvs, be completely and utterly ticked off by it.

Donnie’s spent his entire life admiring her and everything that she does- how DARE she have to share his attention with these three random strangers that literally kidnapped him?!

And his older brothers will all immediately decide that this lost child is theirs’ for one reason or another. And obviously, the safest thing to do when you find a stray mutant like you is to take it home and give it care. Heck, if it turns out to be your brother, even better!

HAPPY FIFTEENTH BIRTHDAY! YOU BELONG TO A GROUP OF NINJA TURTLES NOW, ADOPTED LIKE A LOST CAT! CONGRATS!

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I AM A WRITER ON A03 AND WATTPAD UNDER "Islanddevil716" and this story is widespread on both of my accounts

Beauty and the beast PT. 1 half one

Your family was rich, filthy ass rich, but the history behind the fact was hidden to you.

Your entire bloodline was mixed with vampires and superhumans, all babies coming out as hybrids; half-human and vampire with special abilities like fire starting, mind mending/reading, dream control and physical shifting.

Everyone was different, the only thing that made them the same was their thirst for blood. Their superhuman counterpart is what made them different and unique.

But you were born human, No blood lust or baby fangs, no extra speed all while still having a beating heart or being able to change someone's mind with a simple whisper of persuasion; compulsion.

You were the one your siblings had to protect with their life all while they picked on you for your humanness.

"Maybe you're just a late bloomer." Your older brother Asher, says, running a hand through his ashy blonde hair and light brown eyes flashing golden at you, mocking the fact that your eyes can't do such a thing. He looks like your mother, same eyes and hair, fair skin, and pink lips, they reminded you of Barbies.

"No, she's human. It's not something that... kicks in like a stupid wolf. You're either born that way or you're not. Why? I dunno. It's unheard of in this generation but not impossible." Your eldest brother, Shane, says as he comes into the kitchen. For some reason the way he said wolf made you flinch.

He was wearing his typical long sleeve, his messy brown hair looking like he took no time to style it after his shower, his big dark brown eyes meet yours you see the pity in them.

"I think it's because all hybrid babies come from the vampire men, our dad is human and gave mom a litter full of children- another thing that's supposed to be a tall tale, so it's fair to theorize that after so many.. moms vampirism just didn't make it to you." Your twin sister, Kiara, pipes in, looking at her book that has all the lore on your kind and then she looks up at you with a teasing smile, adjusting her red septum that matched her blood-red hair.

Despite your father's dark brown hair and eyes and your mother's blonde; somehow you two came out with bright red hair, neon-like with a large white strip on the back of your heads.

"I most likely absorbed it." She says and her brown eyes flash red at you and you huff, shoving yourself away from the counter you sat at, making the chair scrape loudly against the black wooden floor as you got up in a hurry.

It was bullshit honestly, no matter how much sense it made medically it wasn't exactly impossible. But you hated it.

Your sister was stronger and faster, she had a photographic memory and was studying to be a doctor.

Your brother Shane was becoming a lawyer, turning 26 this year.

Asher was the shithead. He was in college at 23 and partied all the time and was making his way to college football; hoping to play for Alabama.

You and your twin were 19, freshly graduated and onto make your way into the world.

They all had abilities to help them in life, you were jealous and who wouldn't be when they rubbed it in your face like they did.

It was so cool just to be able to flash your vampire eyes at someone and you couldn't even do that.

You slammed the bathroom door behind you and locked it, you looked in the mirror at your one dark brown eye and the other a milky white; matching the snow white stripe on the back of your head. Your eye started out as gray but turned to that stunning white after a very strange night you'll soon come to understand.

Your bright red hair was impossible to color. It was the only thing aside from your eye that reminded you of your bloodline.

There was some poison in you, the proof of it was your hair never allowing another color to it; you tried many times to dye it but the vampirism just kept it the color you were born with.

or the white eye burning away every contact you used to hide the mismatched color.

But you kept it a secret all these years because for one they wouldn't believe you.

Your parents were too busy keeping the elder vampires happy, working to keep your place in the community since they wanted you out due to your mortality.

So you felt like the claim would be twisted and believed as a pitiful lie to hold your place among the vampire world.

You had your face pierced in many places, you had a stronger pain tolerance than the regular human and took advantage to make yourself as cool as your siblings.

You had a septum to match your sisters, both nostrils were done as well as your bridge.

You had a cheek dermal and your eyebrow was done and you recently got a labret piercing.

You bared your teeth to see the straight line at the bottom of your top teeth, looking at them like the fangs would grow but they didn't; no matter how long you stared and wished.

Fangs made you think of one particular memory..

When you were little you snuck into the forbidden part of the annual party the vampires held every year to welcome each new hybrid into the family; blessing them with their eternal protection and branding them with the family crest.

You crept down the hall, chills pricking your skin as you heard the small animalistic whines and clatter of chains falling into the puddles of blood.

You looked into the crack of the open door and saw what looked like a metal room, the floor up to the walls and ceiling were steel.

There was a man hooked to a contraption in the middle of the room, it looked like a bar on the ceiling with chains hanging down and they hooked around the mans wrists and he hung there limp.

His head snapped up at you, making you gasp. He had messy black hair with strikes of light brown and black, making it a perfect blend and reminding you of calico.

He had wolf ears and big white, sharp teeth.

His eyes were a mix of red and purple but when he narrowed in on you, they seemed black. He held your stare for what felt like a really long time to your 10 year old mind, he was unmoving and then all at once began thrashing around, making the chains rattle and he growled a deep warning to the figure behind you, but you didn't know that at the time.

You gasped and hands were on your shoulders, pulling you away and scolding you but it sounded miles away as you looked over your shoulder at men going in and out of the room and your head swayed.

Then the loud, ear breaking howl echoed down the hall and you whimpered at the effect it had on your ears and your knees buckled as you felt your vision going black. You were swiped off your feet and woke up in your bed later.

Your head was feeling funny when you sat up and you could barely move or remember the night.

You remembered the face, though and how it was that night that your eye became completely discolored. No one mentioned it, weird things happen in the bodies of the young next generation so it wasn't out of the ordinary.

Those big white fangs were what you thought of when you looked at your teeth, and how you wished you had them.

You felt like an old man who couldn't get it up.

So useless and embarrassing.

All you wanted was to feel like you fit in with your family, you wished the fangs would just pop out and give you something to be proud of.

You sighed and flipped the light off, leaving the bathroom to go outside and get some fresh air, something you often did to clear your head.

It was Friday and tonight would be the annual ball, but there was a baby boom of hybrids this year and a ceremony was to be held on Halloween night for them to be accepted and claimed into the family then.

You never got a branding of the family crest, only the poisoned ones got those.

That's what the society called themselves, among the world they looked like men a part of the masonic lodge or something like that.

Vampirism in 2023 was absolutely hidden, and beauty was everywhere so no one questioned it. Aging wasn't a problem either, there were so many hybrids- aging ones- that their place in civilization wasn't a threat.

Your existence seemed to be a big problem though, your mom practically despised you being that she and your father had to work harder for their place in the society.

And although your siblings protected you, it wasn't hidden that they'd choose their availabilities over you when it came down to it.

And you accepted that, it was so easy to accept everything but yourself not being like them..

You walked outside and stepped off the dark wooden porch. Your family's mansion was a huge a Victorian style mansion with Gothic wooden carvings on the outside.

You were at the back of the house, the side that faced the woods and walked back into the treeline.

There was a beaten up path you and your siblings made over the years, your father built you a tree house to play in since you didn't have cool things to do like run fast like Asher or read minds like Shane.

He gave you a regular childhood the best he could, your mother called him spoiling and coddling you but he called it being a parent.

You climbed up the ladder to the tree house and sat on the dusty floor, looking out the small box window into the woods. You always felt a connection out here, like you belonged to something for once.

You look out into the wet trees, water dripping off of them from the previous storm and you felt the urge to go.

You wanted to run as fast as your vampire legs would let you and feel the water droplets on your cheeks, the wind gusting through your hair at your top speed.

You shivered as the wind blew, reminding you that'll never happen, it was cold and all you left the house with was your slides, pajama pants and a tank top.

You shivered again and sighed, looking around in the boxes you all kept up there for play; hoping to find a jacket or something but you hadn't been up there in a few years.

So everything was ruined and molded.

You gave up and climbed back down the ladder, you did this often.

Wandering around aimlessly like it'll alleviate the emptiness you feel inside, you bounced around the house and the property like a ping pong ball.

It always felt like you were looking for something, searching for someone.

You often thought about the werewolf in the chains from when you were little, when you looked at him you felt the best kind of drunk there was.

When you were old enough, you began drinking to try to match the feeling you got but nothing compared.

You marched back inside and ran up the stairs to your bedroom, you checked the clock and it was time to get ready for the ball.

You felt more anxious than usual, like the need to get your abilities was overwhelming; like they were right there but just out of reach and you knew better. But still, delusion liked to make friends with your overthinking and you were half convinced you were special as well like Asher said, just a late bloomer- a runt.

You dressed in a pretty black dress, more show off than usual but you didn't have superhuman powers to work with.

Just your unique humanness your siblings called it, you grabbed your purse and walked downstairs after getting ready for 3 hours.

Everyone was waiting in the foyer and you heard the growls of your brothers, completely disagreeing with your outfit.

(Seen in prologue dress 1)

"Go fucking change." Shane growls and you roll your eyes.

"Fuck off." You snap and he bares his teeth at you and bow up to him as well, gritting your teeth and baring them at him.

Being human didn't mean you were scared of your bloodline, and you felt the small pang of poison coursing through your veins. Even if all it did was help your features, you wouldn't back down.

"It's not like anyone will be hoping for me, no vampire wants a plain human. A hybrid who can read minds is a better candidate than a human who can't even sit upright without sulking in back pain." You excuse yourself and open the door, not waiting for anyone else's protests.

"Right, let's go children before we're late!" Your mother chides in and dismisses you, as always.

Your father catches up to you and runs a hand over the back of your head, right over the white strip in your hair.

"You're beautiful, my sweet one and I think it's time I tell you about the large white stripe on the back of your head, sorry about that by the way." Your dad comments and shoves his hands in his pockets.

"Why're you sorry?" You snort and dig through your bag as you all walk down the long driveway to the SUV.

Your white eye helped you see in the dark, the poison giving you slight night vision like all vampires have since they're nocturnal creatures.

You pull out a prerolled joint and light it in the night, and your twin coughs- the soon-to-be doctor's way of telling you that's unhealthy.

"Because it's my own blessing." He says cryptically and you take a long drag before looking at him.

"What's that mean?" You ask and your mother smacks his chest, warning him to shut up but he ignores her.

"It means since the society wouldn't mark you, I did. It represents that you belong to the Gracious family. Our last name holds weight in the Poisoned Ones society, always has. That's why you're still alive. Because you're my child and everyone knows what happens when you fuck with a Gracious family member." Your dad says and your jaw drops and so does your joint.

"Shit-" you hiss and squat down quickly to grab it and catch back up to his side.

"Why do I have one? I don't need protection. I'm already marked." Your sister cuts in and links arms with your father on the right side.

"Because you two are my daughters. And like I said. No one fucks with a Gracious." He reiterates and you laugh.

"Well, whatever. Sooner or later, Y/N, they're going to come to you, and you'll have to serve. You're of age now and you'll have to pick up the jobs we've been doing to earn your place in this society as a human." Your mother cuts in and everyone falls quiet.

"I can do that." You say quietly and take another hit of the joint.

"You think you can kill innocent humans who've accidentally figured out our secret to prove your loyalty?" Shane snaps and you look to your left to see him walking next to Asher, who's staring up at him with wide eyes.

"It's not like you could've hid it from me. I'm inside all of your heads, all the time." Shane explains and you clutched the joint like your life depended on it and started hitting it like it'd be your last.

"That's how they work, Y/N. You want to be a human and live with vampires? Then kill any other human who threatens your place with us." Shane adds and opens your car door for you to slide in.

"I didn't know what you were doing for me." You whisper and your father looks back at you apologetically while your mom glares at you through the rearview mirror.

"Yeah well, sorry and a thank you note won't cut it. You'll be serving as early as Halloween." Your mother's tone was plain and void of all care for you.

To her, you were her greatest failure.

To your dad, you were the best thing he ever did aside from mastering his empathic emotions and turning them into manipulation of the mind and heart.

Your dad was able to persuade people's minds through manipulation, using their emotions to his desire.

He often made your mom calm, one of the reasons she loved him.

She was a mean motherfucker, all her kids were and so were you- if you wanted to be.

But overall you were quiet, sweet and reserved unlike your boastful, egotistical siblings.

But when it came down to it, you could make a person rethink their whole life with just a few words.

Your father caught onto that, when you'd get into fights with your siblings or mother you'd say something and they'd go all into hysterics, yelling and wanting to fight you.

He brushed it off as typical family fights but you didn't respond that way to their hurtful words.

It's what told him you were his child. A manipulative sweetheart; just like him.

The drive to the ball was quiet now that everyone's figured out their parents reasonings for being so rich and gone all the time.

Now that burden will lie with you after this week.

"Well shit, clap for me or something." You say to break the silence and no one's joking, you can feel the tension in the air and your father speaks up.

"Listen, we'll talk about it more when we get home. For now, let's enjoy our night out. As a family." Your father changes the course of the situation for a moment and everyone shifts in their seats now, getting comfortable.

"I need a drink." You say and your sister nods her head for once in agreement.

You and your siblings practically fall out of the vehicle trying to escape your mother's heavy energy, you and your sister hang onto eachother and scurry down the candle lit walk way. The building was large and shoved back against the woods with nothing else around except for the vehicles being taken by a valet to who knows where.

Twigs and rocks crack at the bottom of your black platform heels, and you hear your mother snap her fingers at you two.

"Ladies! Act like them. When we enter this party I want nothing but good behavior from my children, understood?" Your mother gives her regular pep talk before any of her family enters the ball, she made sure the family name was held to its highest standards.

You were a classy family to the world- well your siblings were anyways.

Because you were human, you were automatically deemed the fuck up but you didn't give a shit.

But like they say, you were only human.

You and your siblings straightened your backs and held your noses in the air and walk in like the noble family you're seen as.

As they do every year, they stop and marvel at your beautiful family and the young hybrids gawk and squeal over your brothers who could care less because they're towering over you and Kiara while death glaring the boys eyeing you two like they're going to claim you.

Mating season was the worst when the young hybrids fall into sexuality and begin the search for their mate.

Thankfully, your direct bloodline was purebloods, which meant you don't find your mate like a hybrid in a season.

Your family will meet someone by fate but it wasn't until your mother broke that tradition and had hybrid babies along with one human instead of pureblood babies like her elders wished.

It was why she was so mad. In her eyes she failed at carrying on the noble name because of love, but in the society's eyes she was breaking cycles.

Purebloods weren't superior to hybrids.

They were just plain vampires, no superhuman abilities- just rot all day while the world lives in the sun, blood being your only diet, speed and strength the only special abilities besides being forever young.

The society was ecstatic about your mother- Remi- and her decision to break the chain of plain vampire's conditions.

It was all about modernized decisions within the Poisoned One's society.

You and Kiara stood with your brothers by a snack table, people were dancing and mingling as usual.

The elegant room was lit up with candles, one wrong move and the place would be on fire.

Sucks to be me if a fight breaks loose. You thought and snagged a champagne flute from the table and began drinking, your brother's friends came along and took their attention from you and your sister for a moment and Kiara snuck off with her boyfriend; leaving you standing there with your mean ass mother.

"Remi, it's good to see you've been taking care of our star member." One of the elder vampires approaches your mother and you both stiffen, his Russian accent was thick but his voice was so smooth like silk.

"Well, thank you Alexei but I don't understand. She's only human." Your mother's distain was obvious and the tall vampire gave her a flitting humorous chuckle and you looked up into his glowing eyes, they were a ice blue.

All vampires had different colored eyes, the thing that made them cool was that they glowed like pretty little LED lights.

Alexei's made you shiver looking into tthem, he was an elder and one to fear at that, you never knew the mans motive until it was already unfolding.

"Yes well, if you marry her off to a pureblood vampire then she'd have his children- pure ones and you'd live on without any regrets. I know how much your pure name means to you." The mans smooth voice said and your heart sank, the safe feeling immediately left you and your skin felt cold.

Your mother looked over at your now pale face and she had a new glimmer of hope that she's never looked at you with.

"Yes! Of course, how could I have been so unimaginative? That will work out perfectly. You'll be more than accepted if you have a purebloods babies and ill have the purebloodline back!" Your mother gushes and the vampire looked pleased with himself, holding his hands behind his back with a hint of a smirk.

He was a pureblood as well. A 400 year old one.

You never took your eyes off of his as your mother messed with your hair, made sure your outfit was tiptop and your lipstick wasn't smeared.

She was primping you to look your best for any pureblood that may want to claim you.

"And you, my Cyzarine." He says in Russian and your head feels funny suddenly, like it did all that time ago the last time you were here.

"What's that mean?" You ask him quietly and he takes a step towards you, softly guiding your mother out of the way as she watches with glee.

"It means royalty, and you are as royal as they come." He purrs and he takes a strand of your rose colored hair and sniffs it, a small hum coming from him as he does.

Your feet stay planted to the tile and you swallow, that fuzzy warmth washes over you and you gasp when your skin feels like it's burning and you need air. You felt so wrong, bad.

"I-I'm sorry-" You rush out and take a step back.

"I- no I can't be here right now." You finish, your tummy felt so nauseous you thought you were going to puke.

The hunted - The Rigs 🩸

You spun around and dashed for the doors, you threw them open and ran down the candle lit path you took to get there and made a cut through the yard and hurried for the woods.

You've always had an attraction to the forest, ever since you had your first ball here at 10 years old you couldn't stay from the woods too long before they were calling you back.

You'd aimlessly walk around, you didn't know why but you felt comforted and safe; like a walk in the woods was exactly what you needed to feel better.

At any crisis, you'd run for closest treeline.

And here you were again, in the pitch black, in the middle of the damp trees and no one else.

Crickets and frogs chriped in the background as you stopped for a moment to catch your breath, you immediately felt better the second you left the building but you didn't want to be found and the woods were calling to you again today and more so right now.

You leaned up against a tree and placed a hand over your rapidly beating heart, clutching the heart locket you found on your 18th birthday. It was on the ground and looked like someone had just lost it but you felt compelled to keep it. Finders keepers.

You didn't understand why all of this was happening to you.

Humans luck. Had to be. Humans, out of all species had the worst luck known in the galaxies.

Part of the lore your dad made sure he taught you when you were growing up, making sure you understood the disadvantages you'd face in the world compared to your siblings.

Why would Alexei want to marry you? Make you have his children. He was one of the most important vampires of the elders, he's had many human wives to birth his pureblood babies and then drained them of their blood when their children were grown and she was too old to serve him anymore.

That's not a life you wanted for yourself.

You'd rather be a down on your luck human girl in college who only visits home on holidays.

That's the plan you had. But when it came to the elders, no one disobeyed.

"Fuck my life." You sigh and chuck the champagne flute into the dark woods in anger.

Your poisoned eye helped you see in front of you but barely, it looked like something was moving in the distance.

"Hey!" You yelled, thinking your mom mightve sent one of your siblings to find you. You push off the tree and take a couple steps before feeling the warm gush between your legs.

You reached down and felt the blood on your thigh, confirming that you started your period.

"Goddamn it-" you hiss and go to turn around to exit the forrest and you bump right into a hard chest, so hard you stumbled back and your heel caught on a branch and you fell on your ass.

"There you are, meine kleine maus." A very deep, growly voice comes from the large figure.

Deep red eyes with neon purple in them look down at you and your head feels that drunk feeling again and your shoulders automatically relax unintentionally with the hazy sensation.

You figured it was one of the vampires coming to get you, alot of them spoke a different language and had accents like Alexei so it made sense.

Konig stared down at you, leaned back on your hands with your legs extended and slightly bent in front of you, he inhaled deeply, smelling your blood and his mouth salivated at the scent.

You looked up at him through your long mascara lashes, your mismatched eyes wide.

He smirked at your choice in attire, perfect for tonight, the night you'll be saying your vows through a blood bond with him.

He's waited so long for this moment and it's more delicious than he could've ever imagined. Finally, you'll be in his grasp.

He'd save you from the hell you've been living and the one you think you're fated to.

"Looks like you have a lot of problems maus, ones I can fix." The deep voice speaks again and he squats down next to you.

Your eyes focus on him, it was the man from the chains, the werewolf that was held captive here all that time ago but he was in human form.

You remember your father keeping you and your siblings inside when news went around of his escape.

He killed everyone at the house and tore out from the building, leaving a huge hole in the wall from where he jumped through it.

He was the alpha werewolf, Konig, and he was dangerously sexy.

Your body couldn't react to fear, only the numbing sensation of your lips and how your head swam in a tipsy haze.

You couldn't speak, you had so many questions about so many things it made you feel like they all had something to do with him.

"What? What are you doing here?" You ask and he leans forward, his claw coming out brush a red strand of hair from your face and it scratches your cheek but you don't flinch.

"I've come to claim what's mine." His inhumanly deep voice speaks and your eyes finally look directly into his.

They're dark, all black like last time and you gasp.

He lurches forward and your back is on the ground in a second but you don't feel the impact, he leans his weight on the hand next to your head and his other comes to mess with the locket around your neck.

"You haven't taken this off since I gave it to you. Sweet girl, already proving your loyalty to me." He murmurs as he studies you up close for once, you knew this about werewolves.

They'd hunt their prey, stalk them and pounce at the perfect moment.

Then they examine the prize they've worked for so long to get, admirning the way their food breathes and twitches with terror. But you weren't food to him, you were his mate, and he was going to be your everything.

"Gave it to me? I found it on the ground." You clarify, softly confused and a sadistic chuckles leaves him and you lick your lips.

"I left it for you to find." He states and your confusion continues, a large hand comes to cup your cheek but it's so big it covers the side of your face and your hands come up to wrap around his wrist incase he decides to choke you.

You knew you didn't have a chance at survival if he strikes a fight, but you'd go down trying.

"Sshh, no im not going to hurt you maus. I'm going to help you." He coos and his hand runs down to your exposed chest from the open neckline of your dress, your thighs tighten and you remember your initial reasoning for trying to leave and feel embarrassed.

You knew he can smell it along with your sudden arousal, his touch made your body respond so kindly to him despite him supposing to be the enemy.

"I have to go." You say with the drunken slur his power makes you have.

You didn't know his other abilities, all you knew is that he was an alpha werewolf and you were of a pureblood family who's royalty and currently on her period.

You needed to leave.

"Aht, it's okay maus. I know." He pushes your shoulder back down and you comply, making him tilt his head.

"I- need to-" you nervously trail off as you look into the woods, your head turned to the left with his humongous body on top of yours.

Your limbs felt heavier and your ears drowned out any sound that wasn't your pulse and suddenly all you could think about in your seemingly drunken state was his eyes and his voice.

Your eyes got heavy and then closed, but you could still feel everything under your body like how the damp soil made the back of your head wet along with the rest of your backside.

Your thighs were pressed tightly together as he straddles your legs and you could feel the blood pooling underneath you and seeping into the ground.

His hand on your skin felt like the answer to all your problems and your arms laid above your head.

"No you don't. I want them to see it, to smell the last place you'll ever be here on Poisoned property." He snarls and your mind went into the familiar darkness you fell into once before when you saw him.

Konig feels satisfied, for once in his life he feels like he's won something.

He's had everything planned from the start, before you were born you were his.

He knew when he heard of Remi Gracious, a pureblood vampire being pregnant with a super humans child, that he'd have his chance.

He personally congratulated Remi, placing a hand on her stomach and marking you; hence the red hair. Your sister was with you so she got it too but she wasn't what he was after; he felt the human fetus inside her when he touched your mother's belly.

Konig had a particular taste in mates. He liked the pureblood humans, their blood was sweet like syrup and only one of them had been born in his entire existence, and your vampire society killed her.

He'd get his revenge though and it got a hell of a lot sweeter when he knew it'd be a Gracious he'd get to take since their name was widely known.

Eye for an eye sorta thing until you wandered into the room he'd been tied up in.

He hung there from the chains in an all steel room, bleeding and starving. He was on the brink of death when a little red haired girl with a big brown eye and a gray one to go with it came to the door, looking completely shocked and in awe.

He allowed himself to get captured to get to you, he was going to steal you and leave your mangled child corpse in the front lawn of the elders, Alexei specifically since he's the one who killed his beloved, his mate, his world.

But they were prepared when he came, locked him in a room he'd never escape out of and he almost didn't if it weren't for your snooping.

When his prey came to him and looked at him in awe, he imprinted at the same time took what little vampirism you had and stored it all in one eye; making it white.

He needed a way to find you when he got out, he wouldn't want you growing into those powers you had dormant and using them against him, but he should've thought about that decision.

He didn't even imprint on his late love.

He felt like it was pointless since he loved her, it'd be enough.

But this, oh God this was torture.

When Alexei came and grabbed you, he went ballistic and thrashed in the chains.

No way was he going to lose to that shit stain again.

He viciously howled, the howl a alpha makes when his mate has disobeyed him and he shuts her down, overwhelming her with his power and making her sleep.

He shut you down when Alexei grabbed you, he knew Alexei had the same type in mates and would surely try to take you when you were old enough to bare children.

It's what he did before he drained Konig's last love of her blood, except he didn't let her live to term. He gave her a baby, then killed her all over his primal desire to have what he couldn't.

Now it was happening all over again, and Alexei tried making his claim on you tonight but Konig heard it all as he stood in the woods, waiting and watching like always.

He was the reason for you feeling like you were gonna puke when Alexei spoke to you, he was using his manipulation technique on you and compelling you right into his arms.

he's the reason you've always felt drawn to the wilderness.

He's the reason you're not fast and strong and don't crave blood as much as cake like a regular hybrid.

You just thought you controlled your life and actions, you had no idea you were a little puppet on a string, his string.

He looked down at your sleepy body, all done up and cute laying against the wet dirt with his birthday gift on; bleeding for him.

He watched you all these years, from the woods he'd sit in a tree and watch you play alone while your siblings basked in their agility.

Or curl up on the ground in wolf form and listen to you talk mindlessly in the woods like someone was listening, little did you know someone was, he always was.

He'd fall asleep in his burrow while you sang and hummed in the tree house, all his time was spent watching you from the woods when he wasn't being an alpha or feeding.

He had many burrows around your property, every place you spent the most time at he had one, including a special spot right outside your bedroom window since it was the room closest to the treeline.

He was protecting you, watching over you. It helped him too, he was finding himself feeling less lonely around you and he kept you coming back; using his powers to draw you near.

You were imprinted on, you couldn't fight it even if you wanted to.

But you didn't know and you never saw him so everything was a question as in to why you'd wander around outside for hours alone.

As you grew, things got more complicated for him to stay away, you were filling out and getting new piercings and becoming confident.

He allowed you to at least have a pain tolerance and night vision, your healing wasn't as fast vampires or wolves but it wasn't as slow as humans either.

Your new found attitude and spunk turned him on, he enjoyed the way you thought you were human but still had vampiristic mannerisms.

Like bearing your teeth at your siblings or quietly hissing at any inconvenience.

He also enjoyed the way you began to flaunt your beauty, you reminded him of a rose.

So beautiful, bright red with deadly thorns.

Konig new your capabilities if you were to ever awaken as a pureblood.

You'd be like him, he had all the access to every capability vampires and super humans had.

Along with his wolf.

He was the ultimate hybrid, the first hybrid and every species feared him.

He could read minds, manipulate energy and emotions; he had it all.

Every hybrid after him is a descendant from him in a way since he's the original.

You were the beginning of an original, that's why he took your powers.

You had it all, unlike your society which only had one power to work with.

Only he could teach you, help you, protect and love you the way you deserve.

He licked the side of your face where he cut your cheek and tasted your blood and growled; bringing you to.

"Maus-" He says softly and you blink up at him, you had a little dream and he was in it. It was like a montage of his life, and then you were in it but it was from his point of view.

You watched yourself grow up through his eyes, and it put into perspective how much time you really spent in those woods.

Each one you were coming to him it looked like, but you never recall seeing him.

"You've always been around, it was you I was coming to." You whisper, but that was the only half you knew. The realization was bitter sweet for you, knowing he's been the one.

Konig leans in closer to your face, both hands on the soil next to your head.

"Why?" You ask, he didn't let you see those memories but you felt a certain softness for him. You were thankful to have had a friend all these years, even if you didn't get to see him.

"You've always been mine." He says and you reach for him, wanting to show your appreciation and you hug him; your back lifting off the ground a little as you did.

"Thank you, Konig." You whisper and kiss his cheek, he practically purrs at the affection and nuzzles into your hair; inhaling your intoxicating scent.

"I'm going to claim you now, I've been waiting for this and so have you." Konig whispers and your body trembles with that feeling of needing something, like you're on the brink of something powerful.

"Is that why I feel like this? I need someth-" His actions cut your words off when he's pinning you back down.

"You need me." He purrs, his left hand is wrapping around your upper thigh, feeling like relief and torture all at once.

His other hand comes up to move the strap of your dress down to expose one of your breasts and you whimper when he licks it, your nipples hardening.

He opens your legs and you gasp but don't dare deny him, it felt too good already and your body felt heavy with alcohol, still not understanding its him effecting you like this.

He props your right leg up on his hip and glides his hand up your inner thigh and his thumb caresses your bloody skin right above the thigh high's you had on, you exhale a nervous breath and he slips his right hand under your neck; holding your head up for him.

"You smell so sweet." Konig growls and uses a claw to cut your thong from your hips.

"You are my precious kleine maus, mine to protect, teach and admire. You will obey me and I will never leave you." Konig says his vows and then licks your blood off his thumb and pricks his skin with his fang, making him bleed.

"You bleed for me, I bleed for you- say it." Konig speaks and the words vibrate with his deep growly tone.

"You bleed for me, I bleed for you." You repeat his words and he's shoving his thumb in your mouth, you go to protest that you don't drink blood but his force didn't allow that and neither did the taste.

It was warm and coated your insides on the way down, your whole body felt better, like it's been craving this and your hands wrap around his wrist and you suck his blood uncontrollably.

"Thats it, drink me up and I'll make you feel even better. Maus, I'll give you everything your body has craved from me." He speaks to you in your dazed state and lays your head back down gently.

The soft spot he had for you was seeping through, he didn't want to scare you away or make you feel less than what he felt for you. It's been known Konig doesn't have a tender side, he's viciously feral and absolutely feared by many in the society.

But he couldn't possibly forget what it's like catering to a woman's body, praising her like she's his lifeline.

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting for so long, deprivation can do a number of things to the human body." He examines you, really amused by how your eyes roll as you drink from him. He wanted to see you in blood lust, cumming on his cock and solidifying your fate with him.

He rubs two fingers over your clit, coaxing more of a reaction out of you and your fangs sink into him and you bite the side of his hand now. Blood pours all down your cheeks and neck, making a bigger mess of what already was.

"There you go, now enjoy. Beautiful girl." He leans down to kiss your forehead and pushes two fingers inside you, getting you ready for his size.

You moan around his hand and pull back for air but he takes your bloody lips in a soft kiss, the sweetness overrides the once metallic taste blood gave you.

Now its all you wanted, his blood, him and it didn't matter that he was the alpha wolf. The feared enemy.

He sure as fuck wasn't scary right now.

And it felt right, he said he can help you with your problems. Maybe he could save you from Alexei's horrible plans and your mothers hatred.

"Calm your racing mind, Y/N. I'll do anything you ask, I only need one thing from you." He whispers against your lips, hearing all too well what your mind is doing and your walls throb around his fingers.

"Anything." You whimper and he growls through his nose, you feel the warm air on your face and feel pleased for some reason. You meant it though, this feeling couldn't compare to anything else in the world. The empty feeling you had while you wandered woods was being filled, this is what you were searching for - connection with him.

"Be my mate, all mine, my pretty rose." He gives you a chance at choice, just to see if you'd say what he read on your mind.

He knew you'd never be able to deny him, your mind probably could but it'd be more confused and focused on why your body reacted differently; fondly.

But your body craved it like you craved his blood, to be his. You wanted something different, and he was that and more.

"Yes, take me away from here. I'll go anywhere with you." Your accepting tone had his primal urges taking over and he grabbed the back of your neck with his right hand and grabbed your wrist with his other and you were on top of him in a blur, your legs on thighs so you wouldn't hurt your knees on the ground.

He already had his cock out and your clit brushed against his pierced shaft and you shivered and grabbed onto his shoulders.

He rose your hips so his tip rubs against your entrance and he's pushing you down, you make it half way before you're shouting.

"Ah! Big- you're too big for me." You whine and he grabs your face and he's baring his teeth at you and your heart races, he needed this done now. Once he's fully inside there's no turning back and the thought of you changing your mind made him want to snap his teeth at you but he remembered; you're his kleine maus. He wouldn't want to hurt or scare you, he was here to make you feel good.

"Relax darling." His head falls back and he shuts his eyes, regaining his composure and you bunch his shirt in your hand.

"Im sorry." You apologize, immediately feeling guilty to disappoint him and you hang your head but he takes you in a kiss and devours yours lips and his fangs prick your bottom lip and he sucks a little before letting go.

"Dont apologize for my impatient demeanor, you're such a good girl for me, maus." His praise makes you squirm over his length. He was wide, stretching your sensitive walls over him.

Your cervix felt full and bruised already and you let out a little whine, he let you sit on him and get used to it for as long as he could before he needs to feel you fuck him, mark you with his scent and claim you.

He thrusts inside you slowly, adding another inch each time you go back down; your whines grow louder with each thrust and you hang onto his shoulders for support.

"You'll get used to it, shh." He talks you through it while moving you up and down on him and your cries filter through the dark, chilly, woods and your nails dig into his shoulders, drawing blood.

You hiss when he bites your shoulder and then licks it clean, marking you as his, he lets go of your hips to tug your other strap down to expose both of your breasts to him and he sucks one into his mouth.

It all felt so good, your body in his large, devious hands, his tender tone and sweet praises. You'd give him your all.

You arch your back, shoving your breasts into his face and his arms come around to press against your back, furthering you into him and he bites the inside of your boob and you cry out again. Your hands that were flat against his upper chest dig into his shirt; balling your hands into fists with it in your clutch.

All at once you felt a gush of wind and your back was against a tree and you groaned.

"You're so delicious, I can hardly hold back. Forgive me maus." He says tenderly despite his large cock slamming into you, scraping your back against the tree.

"I don't care, take me." Your shaky voice demands and he does just that.

Your head bobs around as he fuck you onto his all of his length, your high pitched moans died down to hoarse and breathless pants as he wore you down.

A large hand came around your throat but not taking away your air, you hang onto him as your legs dangle around his waist.

You feel the balls of his piercings rubbing every pleasurable spot inside you like this, he was growling and you heard the tree crack beside your head as he dug his claws into it.

He snarled as he looked down, his pierced dick coated in your blood made him feral, the way your tits bounced with his thrusts and your thigh high's slipping down your legs.

"I have to protect you, sweet little mouse, even from me." He strains and you bring your arms around his neck, you looked like a sloth hanging on a branch with you positioned like this.

He wrapped a strong arm around your back and held your waist with his other and moved you slowly, you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes; letting him take you away.

Your bodies were as close as they could be and your wet clit grinded against him each time he was deep inside you.

You moaned into him before you lifted your head to kiss his jaw and he bowed his head to look into your eyes.

"You're so special to me, Y/N." He whispers as you two look at eachother, lost in the bliss of the finalization of your connection. But for him this was just the first step into claiming you.

"Now I need you to be my sweet girl and cum for me." His careful tone with you had you completely enamored and you kissed him again and it felt freakier than the one before, his tongue invading your mouth and asserting his dominance.

He unwrapped his hand from your torso as he kissed you and propped you back against the tree, he ran his thumb up your clit and matched his thrusts.

One of your hands came down to support yourself on the tree and your right one clutched his upper arm.

"Close- It's close! Please, fuck-" You babble, your loud whimpers making it sound like you're crying.

He made you feel so good and it was the best orgasm you ever had- you never had a boyfriend; it felt wrong so you always did it yourself but it felt like something was missing each time.

Now you know: Konig's cock.

He waited until your tense body relaxed and pulled you off of him when your eyes fully opened.

You two were a bloody, dirty mess and he fucking loved it. He didn't want to stop but the smell of blood will inevitably bring someone out here and today isn't the day for a fight.

He had a mate to play with, and a few more ways to make you his so he needed you out of here.

"Konig?" You ask quietly as your eyes are glued to the tops of your platforms.

You were too caught up in feeling good rather than worry about the mess you were making on him, unaware of the blood all over your face too.

He lifted your chin to look up at him and gave your nose a kiss, then pulled his shirt off and started to wrap it around you.

"I'm going to take us home, and don't you worry. I have everything you'll need, I'm going to take care of you now and you won't have to worry about earning your place. You've had that." Konig comforts you again and you nod, tears fill your eyes and you sniff.

You reach out and kiss his bare chest before he sweeps you off of your feet.

"We're leaving now, it's okay. Sleep." He kisses your head and that delightful darkness takes you and you're limp in his arms.

He carries you back to his pack, the front of their territory looked like a graveyard; the whole front blocked off by a iron gate with many head stones behind it.

Passing by it looks like a cemetery surrounded by trees. Perfect cover.

The person on watch opens the gate for Konig and he walks down the long paved path that leads into the woods.

The loud clang of the gate closing made you stir a bit but you didn't wake fully.

The cool, misty air made your skin damp, further ruining your makeup and hair.

You definitely looked like you were caught by a wolf.

Konig reached the treeline, a little patch of woods to get through before he approached his home, Wolves were everywhere; some in human form and others running around completely furry.

The place looked like a castle with gray stone, the large moon casted a perfect glow over it and made the stone sparkle.

The white lights inside filtered out of the windows and lit the whole entire front yard up. He stepped up the 10 wide stairs and into the large doors that opened up to the wide foyer.

People whispered and gossiped now, parting a path in the crowd for him to walk to his throne.

Young wolves growled at the scent of your blood and he heard their thoughts and he let out a knarly roar that had them cowering.

He looked down at you; afraid he mightve startled you but you were staring up at him, your cheek against his chest with no sign of fear. Your eyes searched his for safety and he clutched you tighter.

He went up the 3 steps to his spot and sat down in his throne and made you sit on his knee, people were in shock and awe.

Their alpha had never been seen with a woman before, let alone a beautiful pureblood.

"I want you all to take a good look at this fine woman, my mate, mine. You will respect her and do as she wishes, I don't care what it is. If any of you so shall disrespect my love, ill tear your throats out and hang you out to dry as a symbol of the consequences of forewarned actions." Konig announces to his pack and you feel a bit shy up there with all of these wolf eyes on you.

The whole room in front of his throne was filled with wolves, well most were in human form but still. You gripped his jeans and looked at him nervously.

"It's okay maus." He stands with you and wraps an arm around your front and pulls you into him.

"Now, I'm off to my chambers. Don't interfere unless there's a personal threat to our lively hood." Konig orders his people and you're off your feet again.

He carries you down the long hall and up the many stairs before he reaches the top floor that he has all to himself.

He walked you down the dark hall, the walls were a dark lush gray and the tile was a dark, shiny brown.

Candles were hung along the walls and softly lit the walk way, it smelled like rain and sage as he opened the double doors to his room and he set you on your feet.

Your heels tapped against the tile as you stabled your footing, he shut the doors behind him and they closed loudly; echoing down the empty hall.

You looked around the room to the extra large bed in the middle of the spacious room, a fire place- already lit is to the left of you with a big white fuzzy gray carpet in front of it.

You look to the right and a long black dresser stands against the wall with a TV to match its length mounted above it.

He walked passed you straight towards another opening and clicked on the light, he turned towards you; looking at you so elegantly standing there with your arms behind your back and blood all over your thighs and soaked into your thigh length nylons.

"Come here maus." He orders gently, holding a hand out for you.

You do so immediately, your body moving before your mind even registered him speaking.

You stepped carefully, painfully aware of your missing thong and the bruised feeling he left in your pussy.

"I like to see you like this. So beautifully filthy." He murmurs as you step into him, you look up at him so your neck is fully arched back and admire him up close now that you're in the light.

His skin was tan, sun-kissed. His calico hair was messy and he had blood around his perfectly shaped lips; his sharp teeth poking out so slightly against his bottom lip.

He had a large claw mark from his hair line all the way down the left side of his face, coming through his eye brow and over his eye, it got thicker across his cheek and ended with a fine point to bottom of his lip.

Now you wanted him fully naked so you could see the rest better, your one eye didn't help in the dark much.

His compliment made you feel giddy inside even though being dirty was normal to them, and because of that you werent expecting the big, fancy castle.

It was exceptionally clean as well, it smelled like nature and incense inside and even the floors shined.

There wasn't a trace of dust anywhere, it made you even more comfortable. You were imagining little mud huts or something or a cave.

"That's prejudice maus." Konig speaks up, amused at your impression of his pack home and other things going through your mind.

"Hm? What is?" You asked confused, not having caught onto the fact that he can hear your thoughts.

"We may be wolves, but we do take pride in cleansing our space. We do still have humanly duties in the world, I'm sure people wouldn't understand us coming to work covered in dirt and blood." He spoke and his eyes watched you, he had that tone that older elegant men speak with and it turned you on.

He had that deep voice that sounded like a growl each time he spoke too, so his words immediately come out as intimidating and nothing is sexier than a large, scary man speaking to a girl with a certain calmness that makes her pussy flood with arousal and that German accent was the cherry on top.

And then you realize- he hears your thoughts.

"Oh. I didn't mean-" you go to explain yourself but his eyes snap up at you as he kneels in front of you; giving you a humorous glance.

"It's okay maus, I'm just fucking with you." He says nonchalantly and you smile down at him, he smirks back; showing his canines as he unclasps your heels.

He holds your ankle and pulls the shoe off, allowing you to stand and does the same for the other foot.

He pulls your thigh highs down before he removes the shirt from your waist. He shoves your dress up and over your hips: exposing your naked body underneath.

You went to shove the dress back down, in the dark was one thing- being able to see all the blood now would be too much but his night vision gave him a perfect view earlier and he growled at your hand, you snatch it away unable to fight the command he has over you now.

You're marked with his claim and imprinted on, your body was going to do whatever the fuck he desired.

"But-"

"Nothing, there's not a thing you should hide from me maus. After what we've already done, your shyness is not acceptable. I will see you in every single way you exist, and I'll enjoy all of them as I've already done." His authoritative tone made you whimper and he gripped your thick thighs; running his hand up them and shoving the dress back up.

Your nipples hardening with the chills his touch brought made you hiss, he stands to pull your dress over your head and you lift your arms for him.

He looked down and grins when he sees the red bite mark on your boob, his claw marks on your hips and the bite on your shoulder.

"You're such a rare beauty, one I'll cherish and protect forever." He purrs as he picks a few sticks and leaves from your hair.

"I want you." You say and swipe his hand away and go to reach for him and he takes a step back to lean against the counter; giving you control as he relaxes and watches what you'll do.

And right now that felt like everything, all at once all your mind could think about was all the positions you'd be able to take him in while he spreads you wide open.

You wanted to suck and fuck him until your body decided it couldn't anymore.

Until the bed breaks? No you didn't want to stop, until the world ended for all you gave a fuck.

You just needed Konig's dick, you felt feral.

He knew it'd happen, it's not uncommon for purebloods who've just lost their virginity. That's why he was trying to get you in here for a shower, that was only for your comfort.

But he was a 500 year old alpha werewolf, and he craved your sweet fucking blood so he didn't give a fuck; yes they took pride in their cleanliness but that didn't mean they didn't like to get down and dirty like the wolves they are.

He'd have you in the woods many times, something about imagining you sprawled out on the dirt with leaves and debris in your hair while you cried his name as he fucked you so good it felt forbidden; it made him just as needy to see you in every way as well.

So he leaned right back and was going to let you do whatever the hell your poor racing mind could settle on.

"You're doing something to me, I can feel it." You say accusatory as you step back into him and he chuckles. You grip the him of his blood stained jeans with both hands and stand on your tippy toes to whisper against his lips; looking into his red and purple eyes.

"And I like it." You lick the bottom of his scarred lip and he gives a satisfied growl and his cock grows harder at the images you're thinking of- all containing him on top of your sleepy body.

"I want you to do more and make me feel drunk again while you do. It felt so fucking good." You say to him, that drunk feeling you chased for all those years after your night of snooping was finally in your grasp.

You needed another taste, it was more than feeling drunk- it was all Konigs power and it felt incredible. It felt like he was inside you- aside from his cock- it felt like the very essence of him swirled within your being and gave you the satisfaction of needing to be closer.

You ever felt so fucking infatuated and in need of someone that sex wasn't close enough, kissing or cuddling wasn't doing it; you needed to literally be inside of them. That's what you felt for him and when he'd subdue you like that, it cured you of that needy sensation.

"Mmm, I'd expect nothing less from my maus." He's looking at you with all the pride in the world, this was the greatest night of his life. That's saying a lot since he's lived alot of it.

"But first, let's get you more comfortable." He says softly and guides you to the shower and you smile, your everything was his top priority and he'd want nothing more than for you to be comfortable before he makes love to you until your body falls into a deep sleep.

You'd wake up fussy if you still have sticks in your hair and dirt on your elbows.

"You're really putting the wolf cliche to shame." You giggle, referring to his caring demeanor and step under the water he set just right for you while he left the shower door open and leaned on the wall next to the shower, enjoying watching you bathe.

"Well, let's see how you feel about that in a couple days hm?" He humors you, but he wasn't joking. He had plans for you, he'd show you things your mind couldn't dare come up with all these years pleasuring yourself.

And he knew most of the things you thought about, long before you knew he was watching; he cherished a scene your mind played out one night.

You were in bed and dreaming, you dreamt the man in chains found you and broke into your bedroom window, dragged you through the woods then fucked you.

You had another where he was tied down to a chair in thick chains and you found him but instead of releasing him you sat your bare pussy on his thigh and grinded your wet juices all over him until completion and walked out; but he broke free and chased you through the woods again and punishment fucked you.

"I know your little fantasies, and you'll get just that and more. Think that slight pain tolerance can handle it?" He taunts as you wash your hair, he already had your favorite shampoo in here along with everything else you favored for your hygiene and vanity.

You smiled with your eyes closed as you rinsed your hair.

"I'll take it either way." You finish rinsing your hair and open your eyes to see him naked in front of you.

You lick your lips as your eyes take in the pierced cock he was fucking you with earlier and your eyes widen a bit.

Holy fuck it was hot as hell, a prince albert piercing with a regular bar decorated the tip of his wide cock, your gaze trailed down his shaft- a Jacob's ladder.

Goddamn this man was beautiful.

"You like my accessories maus?" He raises a brow at you and steps into the shower so you're pressed between him and the bathtub tile.

"Yea." You say weakly and lick the water from your lips, blinking up at him through clumped lashes from your makeup.

You reached down and took him in your hand, feeling the metal on your skin you run your thumb over the head of his pierced tip and he moans.

You continue to do that in a circular motion, you read somewhere that the piercing stimulates the tip more pleasurably because of the constant glide of the piercing and you were curious.

Looks like your findings were true because he leaned over you, placing his hands on the wall above your head; breathing heavily.

Water ran off his face and hair, dripping off the ends of his hair in little droplets onto your face.

He's  breathing through his nose and looking down at you, your jaw was slightly open at the sight.

You wanted to see him come undone, he held back in the woods- he said he was.

You wanted to coax that wolf out.

He leans down and growls in your face.

"Be careful maus." He warns, so you stroke him- down, up and run your thumb over the tip each time you reach it.

You used your other hand to grab his hip and pull him into you so his tip rubbed against your clit as you stood and you moaned a little loud when the skin and metal pressed into you.

"You like that kleine maus?" He asks in that sultry tone that makes you weak in the knees.

"Yes, keep going." You say needing more and he grabs his cock and rubs his pierced tip on your clit and then thrusts between your thighs; watching himself disappear between your edible thighs.

"You ready to go to the clouds darling?" He leans down and kisses your neck and you wrap around him.

"Take me." You whisper and he grabs you up, turns the water off and you're on the bed in a fast motion.

The room was lit in a low orange glow from the fireplace, the bed in the middle of the room took up most of the low light.

The smell of burning wood and your latest shower wafted around you along with his sage and incense smell.

He even had a fan in here, knowing you liked to sleep with the sound of one.

The low rumble of the tall fan and crackle of the fireplace was all you heard and when he spoke it was enough to lull you into a tranced sleep.

Your back laid in the black silky sheets and you spread your legs for him.

"You like when I make you obey me?" He asks as he crawls on the bed to you.

"That's what it is, y'know. When an alphas mate disobeys, he can subdue her with his power. Pretty much make her consciously unconscious. And you like it." He growls and pounces on you, making you giggle and bite your lip.

"I like everything you do to me." You press your chest up into him and he holds you down with his body, but careful not to hurt you.

"You're my good girl." He kisses you slowly, letting his power creep into your mind and body and you drift into it a lot slower this time.

It starts with your lips numbing, unable to speak anything coherent.

He trails down your wet, naked body and noticed your chill bumps and brings the blanket over you both.

"You'll be warm in no time." He mumbles as he trails back down your stomach to your sweet pussy, you spread your legs for him further and he nips at your inner thigh.

You feel his claws dig into your thigh and holds your leg open, using his other hand to tease your entrance.

"Fucking perfect how your body reacts to my touch-" he hums when you rock your hips to fuck the tips of his fingers.

"Such a greedy little pussy, all for me." He's wallowing in your presence, how you need him and are so obedient and precious.

He was more than happy to have you at last, and to know he'd have you forever made him calm and able to take his time; gently with you.

You whine when you feel the need for more, to have his fat tip rub right against your gspot.

He plunges both fingers in while his thumb rubs your clit as he does and you moan out and grab the back of his head.

His face was so close to your pussy, you couldn't help it and pressed his face in between your thighs.

He smirks against your skin before he replaces his thumb with his tongue.

"Hold your pussy open for me, Leibling, so I can suck right on that clit." His direct orders make you eager and you use both of your hands to spread your lips open, completely exposing your cunt to him.

"So delicious." He murmurs and closes his lips around your exposed clit and your back comes off the bed, it was like a painfully pleasurable lightening strike and your body couldn't control it.

"Oh- fuck! Yeah-" Your whimpers fill the room, you're sat up watching him between your open legs, sucking and fingering your spread pussy.

Your head feels heavy and your eyes are a bit glossed over as you watch, sleepy like mewls escaping you with each thrust.

He turns his fingers inside you and curls them, getting right up against your gspot making you cum instantly and your walls squeeze his fingers and your clit throbs beneath his lips.

You yell out his name and fall back onto the bed, panting and feeling your heart thump in your chest while your body softly trembles.

He wraps his hands around your thighs and pulls you to him, holding your legs open so he can position himself along your opening.

"I need you, fast and hard." You whine, reaching for him and he bares his teeth.

He'll break you and this bed with how he wants you bobbing on his thick cock, mumbling mindless shit with how hard he's pounded you while softly rubbing your clit to overstimulation. He was being patient for you.

"I'll hurt you maus." He warns you, rubbing his cock on your bloody slit.

"Make me remember our claim, bite me and fuck me hard. Leave your scratches on my skin, I want all of you please." You beg and he's slamming into you, making you shout and clamp down around him.

He puts you under and watches your head lull around with his fast pace, your thighs fall all the way open with you unable to hold them around his waist anymore.

You're in the clouds like he promised all while still being able to feel every delightful thing he does to your body.

He grabs your ribs, pulling you up and holding you like a doll to impale you on his thick, veiny, pierced cock.

It takes your breath away and your insides feel searing hot, tears form in the corners of your eyes and your head falls back, bouncing with his thrusts.

The tears run down your face and you struggle to open your heavy eyes.

Just one look before your senseless again.

He grabs your chin and kisses the corner of your mouth and guides your head down.

"This what you want to see liebe maus? Your tight cunt gripping me like a vice-" he slows his pace, sliding out to the tip and then gliding back in your slick walls so you get what you opened your eyes for.

You try to move, using your thighs on his for support to ride him and he nods.

"Good maus, so verdammt gut. Fuck yourself onto me, yea-" His praises had you spiraling down with him, he dragged his nails down your sides and you whimpered at the ticklish sting.

You feel his lips sucking on your neck, and he's biting you again- harder this time, you scream and blood trickles down your skin and he slurps it up.

"Sweet maus, bitte, I'm almost-" An animalistic whimper leaves him and your cumming on him, bouncing and taking all his size the best you can; sobbing with nonsense leaving your mouth in your favorite drunken state he gifts you with.

You fell asleep after you came twice more around him, your body was barely visible under the large blanket and his huge body cuddling you.

You didn't even think about your family, you'd miss your dad but they all chose their path and being capable was cooler then being there for you when it really counted.

And there was no way you'd agree to an arranged marriage, so you'd be forced and you weren't about to go through all of that. Hell no.

You weren't scared of anyone trying to find and hurt you, Konig was a beast and God help anyone who dares step to him.

Especially over you, no one better come and try to take you any fucking where.

Vampire, human, wolf or alien.

He'd cut their brains out and shove em down their families throats, tie them to their beds and set the house on fire- he'd make anyone pay for even thinking about plotting against you.

No exceptions.

Besides, the society thought you died, your blood mixed with a wolf- it was clear to them what had happened or so they thought.

You woke up in bed alone the next morning, you stretched your sore limbs and remembered your period. You flew out of bed and realized you were dressed and alone.

You walked to the bathroom mirror and looked at yourself in the pretty white dress he put on you.

(Dress 2 in prologue)

Your cheeks redden when you realize you have a tampon in and your body is clean.

You had been lotioned up, your red hair brushed and everything.

Talk about being taken care of.

You step out of the room and go to the glass door next to the fire place and step out onto the balcony for some air.

Everything's different now and you'll no longer be surrounded by dirty looks from vampires who wished you out of the society.

Now you're in a pretty castle with a very generous wolf you couldn't get enough of.

You lean your elbows on the thick stone railing and look out into yard. This part must be the back of the castle, there was nothing but trees and a large pond underneath the balcony.

You look to the right and down the set of stairs to see a large black wolf, he was fucking huge and put lions to shame.

You immediately noticed the calico furr and mixed colored eyes.

You went to walk down the stairs and go to Konig.

He had some business to attend to this morning and was planning on being there before you woke, he didn't plan on you seeing his wolf form just yet.

But here you came for him with that large curiosity in your eyes you always have when you're looking at him.

His urges for you was stronger in this form, the animalistic part of him was in control whenever he went wolf- another reason he didn't want to show you so soon.

You reached for his fluffy face with both hands and looked down his snout and into his eyes.

"Konig?" You ask like he's in trouble and he tilts his head.

"Did you put a tampon in me?" You asked and he scoffed, the sound coming out more like a puppy cough and he walks off like he's dismissing you but he's just brushing off your question.

'No need to feel embarrassed. You're mine, and you'll learn many things are normal between a wolf and his mate.' You heard Konig's voice in your head and you grabbed his bushy tail, making him stop.

"How are you talking in my head?" You ask slightly confused.

'It's the bond.' His tone darker, deep like something sinister.

"You gonna teach me all the normalcy that goes on around here, or am I gonna find them out when they're happening to me?" You sass and he whips around and pins you to the ground with his front paws.

'Surprise.' His voice in your head says again and you're grinning at him.

[helena-and-helena-meta]

Floral Fever

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Sorry if this is a bit OOC! This is my first time writing anything fanfiction-wise, also, I wanted to write this after hearing the song "Compared Child". Also, MC is a complete pushover in this, since this based on my MC. Also, some warnings for lesson 16 and whatnot. But, does flowers sprouting out of your body count as body horror? I'm tagging it anyways. Also, implied death, I think.

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When you first arrived in the Devildom, you could hear the breath of four of the six demons that had greated you stop, it was the same for Mammon when he first saw you, why? Was it because you were just a teenager, no it was...

Because you were the exact spitting image of their deceased sister, Lilith, the only difference being your left eye.

Ever since that day, you feel as though the demon brothers have forced expectations upon your shoulders, it feels like they're looking and speaking to Lilith when it's only you. It's like you're nothing but a compared child stuck within Lilith's shadow, being forced into her image.

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Lucifer: Whenever you were with Lucifer, he would always play Lilith's favorite record. A tune that despite sounding beautiful, wasn't something you enjoyed. Yet, you felt that if you attempted to voice this, you would anger him, everytime he speaks to you, it feels like he's only talking to the parts that look like Lilith, the pieces that mimic her.

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Mammon: With Mammon, it feels... Stuffy, overbearing, and overprotective. It feels nice when he treats you like a sibling, but not so much when he buys you things Lilith would've enjoyed. You want to decline some things he gives you, but you can't, "It's just his grief, it'll pass." You tell yourself as Mammon gifts you a barrette Lilith would've enjoyed.

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Leviathan: Every game or anime you played or watched with Leviathan were always isekai based. They were fun, but most of the outfits your character in the game wore looked just like Lilith's. Part of you wants to ask him to play different games but, the smile he gets when looking at your character makes it hard.

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Satan: Satan feels like an outlet to vent to, despite him inheriting Lucifer's love for Lilith when he was born, he doesn't see you in the same light as her. He sees you for you, a teenager who doesn't know how to ask for help or say no. Satan reads to you, listens to you cry, and allows you to be yourself. But sometimes, you can't help but feel like the love he inherited from Lucifer clouds his mind.

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Asmodeus: Just like Leviathan, Asmodeus dresses you in the same outfits as Lilith, yet it's not in games, it's real. The outfits are cute and sweet, that's what Asmo says. But, it feels like he's just using you to see Lilith one more time, you don't protest as he covers your left eye with your hair.

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Beelzebub: Beelzebub immediately became protective over you, watching you like a hawk. You didn't mind that, he was sweet and just like an older sibling. The only thing is, he would just buy you foods Lilith would've enjoyed. All of them were too sweet or too spicy, they made your teeth hurt, but you whethered through it just to make sure he was happy.

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Belphegor: Belphegor was angry when he first saw you, he hated that you looked just like Lilith. But, the moment you freed him from the attic, his plans were thrown away. You looked too much like her, looking at you felt like he was looking at someone from the past. With Belphie, all of your dreams were filled with things Lilith enjoyed, aside from humans. The dreams were happy, but they weren't of things you enjoyed, it was like everything you loved was fading to nothing but shadows.

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One day, you found yourself alone in your room, a rare occurrence, but something that should've felt like it was a blessing to you.

It didn't.

The sorrow, resentment, and fears you had bottled up had finally taken form. You knew no one would hear your soft cries of pain as vines of flowers began growing within your body, slowly forcing their way out of your arms and legs and blooming into beautiful blue Forget-me-not's and lilies. You felt blood run down your cheek as the taste of the stems finally entered your mouth.

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Here's pt2

[fun-k-board]

Hey are reqeust still opened if not sorry to bother you but if they are

can you do a child rocky x child reader? (The reader has a younger sister in this) fluff to angst to fluff

It's basically how rocky met reader and their sister as kids and then one day reader and their sister have to move (you can decide why if you want) and rocky gets sad by this but they meet again as adults working together at lackadaisy

(Hope this isn't too much)

Pronouns used : None

Note(s) :

Of course! I'm not too sure what you wanted the sister to do when they're older, or just narrative wise? I didn't have any ideas, my bad.

Rocky was never a calm person, mind and body always running faster than anybody could keep up with, especially in his youth. While his aunt was a ferice and true Christian woman, someone who practically haunted his dreams, at least she didn't have a gun. It was times like this, where he, his cousin and miss pepper where behind a van being shot at, he missed the older times. Even if they were boring and filled with church.

Although, that wasn't because he missed her per say, it was more for two young siblings he met when he was younger himself. They were his best friends and most trusted companions, besides Freckle of course, and had met in his opinion, the best of circumstances.

Not at church, not doing something nice for either of them, instead, Rocky had shoved pancakes on either of his arms, creating sleeves of some kind. Syrup covered him and he was a complete mess. He was running away from a shouting auntie and managed to get lost, at a house away from his own in a forest. It wasn't well kept at all.

There he found two kids the same age as him, they didn't look like locals, strange clothes for this weather and they didn't seem to be playing, just standing out their house. When they both noticed him, the younger of the two quietly laughed and pointed not so discreetly at the pancakes lining his arms.

"He looks silly!" She whispered, staring at him like he was some strange creature and pulling on the older ones clothes.

"Hello! It's nice to meet you!" The eldest, you, outstretched a hand, he noted both of your ways of saying words was weird, but also not. Like you two were pretending to have an accent. Rocky grinned. It was clear you're all going to best friends from that moment, because he thought so. He thrust his hand forward and shook your own aggressively.

"Name's Rocky! Your name my-" He paused, then cartoonishly put his hands on his hips "-dearest neighbour?"

"My name is (F/N), This is-" You, jumping in shock as your younger sister yanked on your fur to push herself in front of you.

"(S/N)!" She happily grinned, giggling and absent minded. Tail swishing happily as she looked up at the older boy, he could swear she reminded him of himself in some way.

Every few days you'd all meet up, he even brought Freckle on some days, but as the days passed, and even months flew by, he began to notice how different you both seemed from the first meeting. (S/N) seemed more quiet as they met more, unable to run and laugh as she once could, and you were more protective, less adventurous and too busy helping your sister walk to speak to Rocky.

Until one day you both stopped coming all together.

He waited an hour each day for a month just to see you two again, Freckle stayed even after that, but even then you still wouldn't come back. They both banged on the door, yelling for you, yet the inside was always still, even less taken care of than before. You had both left. And he denied it for so long, but he realised as he grew why. Rocky at first believed you to have left because you both hated him, you both lost interest in your friendship and simply didn't want to be around him anymore.

But he noticed the signs, he knew the truth, (S/N) was sick, deathly so, she couldn't breathe and instead sat down on most days, even you seemed more sickly. Yet both of you were determined to at least see him and his cousin.

He tried to convince himself you just left for a doctor, but no doctor takes that long, he knew you both most likely died from some illness you weren't used to. With how you both spoke, you weren't from here, and you couldn't resist disease here. It weighed on him, how he didn't confront you about it, to at least confirm his suspicions.

And now, in gunfire and feeling his consciousness drain, it all felt fuzzy, familiar, warm. He wanted to go back and see you both again, one of the highlights of his youth, but also one of the most horrifying parts.

Rocky's eyes snapped open, he was shoved onto a couch like a sack of dirt, the force knocking some air from him and causing spurts of coughs and croaky mumbles of confusion. His vision was blurred and he felt like he drank an entire bottle of alcohol, but he could make a shape from all the chaos. It was speaking, and sounded angry, he noticed what he assumed to be Viktor leaving and slamming the door behind him, that's when the shape drew closer.

It held his hand, it was fuzzy... He noticed the accent, it was familiar. Then came the hug, you're warm. He wanted to reach out and hug you back, but not only did it hurt to breathe, he guessed he understood how you felt back then, but he realised you were wrapping something around him, not hugging him.

Black dots crowded his vision, and the next thing he knew he felt fabric on his chest different from his shirt, itchy and medical. Rocky grimaced and gripped the sofa cushion uncomfortably digging into his side, wanting it all to be over, he loved the job, just not this part. He felt himself fade away once again.

It took so much from you to not force him awake, but you waited, you had waited before for years, what was a few more hours? Your thoughts raced and you felt like sobbing, your sister had begun helping other injured within the Lackadaisy staff before she left for the night, believing he wouldn't wake until morning, yet it still didn't persuade you to leave his side.

Not even after the night ended and you had wasted precious time, you could've helped others with your sister, but all you could think of was him. Was he the same? You didn't know, and a part of you wanted to leave and never see him again, he could hate you for leaving, you never explained why, and he couldn't understand so young. Rocky was your friend, and you hope he still is.

The light began pouring into the room, your tired and aching eyes didn't notice the twitching, your sleepy head not processing the pained grunts from your patient, until he whispered your name.

Your ears perked up, suddenly more alert than they'd ever been in your life, your eyes widened and pulse quickened. He shifted from his position on the couch, before his back was laid flat, now he was turned slightly to look at you, luckily off his injured side.

"Rocky?..." You questioned quietly, smiling brightly and gently moving a hand forward to his coat, peeking underneath to see the blood seeping through had dried, you whispered for him to sit up slowly if he could. Coughing, he did so, wincing in pain and scratching a cushion that rubbed against the injury.

You began wrapping the new bandages around his side, leaning in close to do so, he took the opportunity and hugged you tightly, you almost thought he was planning to remove your spine with the force he pressed against you.

"I missed you too! Please let go-"

[frenziedslashers]

I HAVE A REQUET FOR RICK‼‼

(Idc what format you use, I'm fine with whatever.) What about Rick crushing on reader? How would he act? Would he confess? Would he show any jealousy? Does he get overly protective? Is he crazy like shane? (Bad joke)

Fr I wanna know how this man is when he is IN LOVE

Bonus points if reader is a lil younger and related to Daryl. 😏

How Rick Grimes acts before and after getting in a relationship:

A/N: AHHH I LOVE THIS IDEA I want to write a fic and headcanons to it. For now I'm gonna put down some headcanons, but I might write a fic for it later since I have no other TWD asks 😭 Would you prefer it all in one or like- a multi-chapter fic? Idk how long it would be, totally depends on my creative flow lmao.

Pairing: Rick xGN!Reader

Warnings: Not a lot really, jealousy, the reader is Daryl's younger sibling so Over-protective-older-brother-DarylTM, tell me if you see anything else I should include :)

REQUESTING INFO || TWD MASTERLIST

Rick doesn't like to admit to anyone that he's caught feelings for you, especially since he knows Daryl would freak out if he even brought it up. Daryl always had you in his line of sight, making sure that you were okay and nothing happened to you. He already lost Merle, he couldn't lose you, too. So, anytime Rick even so much as approached you he knew he had to hold back on some of the more affectionate things he wanted to do to you. Such as brushing hair out of your face if your hair was long enough to do so, or touching your arms, hands, shoulders, or back. Daryl seemed to shoot down anything Rick did to you, even in a friendly manner.

Rick was good at talking to you when Daryl wasn't around to interrupt the both of you, though. He liked to make excuses to go on runs with just you.

If you know anything about tracking he's asking you to teach him how to do it. It gives him an opportunity to be with you in the forest alone. He'll brush his knuckles against your hand while the both of you walk a little too close.

Whenever he knows - or at least thinks - Daryl isn't looking he likes to place his hand on your shoulder or upper back. Especially when talking with new people. If you're a touchy feely person, he wouldn't mind holding your hand while the both of you strolled or sat next to each other. Or linking pinkies with one another, he finds it to be cute.

If the two of you are relatively close, he likes holding you before he falls asleep. He claims it's so he can fall asleep and to help with his nightmares. Which, he isn't entirely lying. You seem to scare all his bad dreams away.

When his feelings grow stronger for you, the more protective he gets over you. So, now not only do you have Daryl pushing you behind him to protect you from the monsters in front of him - living or dead - you also have Rick behind you. Protecting you from the dead and glaring daggers at the living.

He's even more head over heels for you if you're good with Carl and Judith. He likes watching you interact with his kids. One of his favorite daydreams is you being their new parental figure and he your spouse. Or at least just your boyfriend.

If someone comes around that seems to show interest in you he's watching them interact with you at all times. He's standing far enough away that he can pretend to be doing something else, but his eyes are secretly on the both of you. Watching and making sure that nothing happens. Able to intervene if you show any signs of being uncomfortable.

He winds up getting jealous if you do get closer with someone else. Especially if it's another guy. He's trying to pull you away from them at all costs. Asking you to help him with this or that. Or to watch Judith for him. He's butting into conversations between you and the other person, and Daryl notices it all.

I feel like Daryl would have known that Rick liked you from the beginning. Rick isn't the most secretive guy when it comes to hiding who he likes. Even if he would like to be, he isn't. Daryl is a little bothered by it at first - hence why he would interfere anytime Rick spoke to you - but after a while he accepts it. He knows Rick wouldn't do anything to hurt you, and he trusts him like his own brother.

He's rooting for Rick in the long run over the new guy.

I don't think that Rick would ask you out at first until he realizes you're slipping from his fingers. When he notices that you grow a little more distant that's when he reaches back out to grab you and pull you back in. He wouldn't directly confess, still. You'd wind up having to shout and ask what the hell the two of you were after he stated a disinterest in the new guy you were spending more and more time with.

Rick would eventually confess to you after thinking about it. He didn't want to think about it, but he needed to be sure. He's not letting you slip through his fingers again. He's asking Daryl first. To make sure it's okay so he doesn't step on any toes. Daryl would just smile and chuckle, giving Rick the okay and telling him he trusted him with you. Giving him a sarcastic 'Goodluck, no promises they don' bite.'

Rick wouldn't mind if you bit.

He'd wind up telling you how he felt afterwards, and if you accept his shitty confession he's overflowing with joy. He's never felt more complete in his life.

He'd be a LOT more affectionate once the both of you are in an actual relationship.

He'd be shooting you adoring glances from across the room with soft and toothy grins. He'd tease you any chance he got, and hold your hand. He's pretty fond of kissing your forehead and temples. Letting his hand rest on your mid or lower back. Pulling you close to his side while the both of you stroll Alexandria together.

If anything he's even more protective over you - if that's even possible. His jealousy levels are about the same depending on the person, but he's nearly as bad as Daryl when it comes to protecting you. Pushing you behind him to block you from harms way or standing behind you as your close and rageful backup.

He loves you, before and after he gets in a relationship with you. He knows that much.

[findafight]

Why do you (personally) think so many Steve fans loathe the idea of him becoming a dad? becoming a parent is the only dream we know he has, but it's thrown in the trash in most fics. I keep reading about steve being childless by choice, because the party is enough for him, which I really don't get, they're only 4 years younger than him, their relationship is brotherly, not parental, and they have their own parents who raised them. I love found family, but it's not the same as raising children

Oooh. Anon you are so bold giving this to me, a person who has an elaborate studio era lavender marriage au where Steve and Robin just. Get adopted by children who break into their house AND one where Steve becomes brotherdad to his half sister. A person who clearly also doesn't know why people have future!Steve childless. Man attracts kids like the pied piper.

But let me try. I have some ideas.

First off there's less space between Steve and Dustin than me and my little sister, but more than me and my big brother, so I can for sure say, you definitely become more friends less caretakery with your siblings once you/they are not fourteen. Still protective though. Maybe many people writing those don't have close sibling relationships with moderate age gaps? Like, there's a point where you feel comfortable letting your little sibling do mostly whatever, because they're big, but you're not gonna let them get hurt if you can stop it. There's also never a point where you stop looking at your older sibling to help you. That doesn't mean my big brother is like my dad?? It's very different, and that's important!! The Party for sure has a sibling-like relationship with Steve, especially Dustin, and Max, and I'd say Lucas (he has a little sister, but no older sibling, and Steve and Erica are scoops troop bonded so. Bonus brother for Lucas!)(will and Mike have their own older siblings. El and Steve interaction WHEN!!!!) and they all have actual parents. So yeah. Steve has a gaggle of little siblings he'd fucking die for, and his kids are going to have so many uncles/aunts/non-binary sibling of parent (there is no good word for that)

So. I think it's possible that because a lot of people headcanon Steve as queer, that immediately makes "having kids" a bit more complicated given the state of things for queer folk in the 80's. That's fair.

With that, possibly people sort of...transfer Steve wanting kids and a big family to working with kids. Which isn't that big of a leap for Steve! He obviously does well with the Party and Erica, and he canonically worked as a lifeguard, which almost definitely means he taught swimming too! (Small pool def wanted duel certs. Trust me). He likes kids, works well with them, and wants them. These are three things that are separate, but blend well with each other.

However I don't really agree. Obviously being parents was harder for gay/queer people in the eighties, especially men. But it wasn't unheard-of! I think saying that because he's queer and in a relationship with a man in the eighties that he'd have to give up on his dream of being a dad is rude. There would be obstacles but, really, I think Steve would see it as totally worth it.

Another reason I think people don't want to give future Steve kids is. Listen it's been a while since I saw it but. His little speech was pretty embarrassing. Mostly because it was to Nancy. And that he followed up on the way to vecna and said he thought it would be her there too... Literally any other character would have made it not awkward, but because he and Nancy haven't talked about anything other than the upside down since season 2, it was awkward and bad. If it was ANYONE ELSE it would have been so cute (it still kinda is just. Ignore that they tried to give stancy development without actually giving them development) like if Robin was there? If Dustin or Max? Erica? Lucas? Were sitting in that seat, it'd be Steve sharing a dream of a big family he had, trying to lighten the mood, of opening up to people he cared about. They'd tease him, but the implication of him wanting them there as well would be clear and very cute. Adorable.

Because those are characters that don't have the same baggage in their relationship with Steve, but the six nuggets speech was made to Nancy so immediately it's already a bit off for people who want the characters to actually, y'know, talk about the past and move forward from it. Nancy and Steve's relationship is so messy and interesting and if they wanted me to get into actually rooting for it then maybe they should have an actual conversation about it!! And have Nancy break up with Jon before!! Not just half dreams of the future while her bf isn't there!

People also try to use it as saying Steve assumed Nancy would? Just be a Sahm? Or something? When that was never the implication? Maybe Nancy would have interpreted it that way, but I didn't. Steve wanted a big family who spent lots of quality time together having adventures. Six kids is a lot, but I betcha if Steve thought that much about having that many kids and road tripping to the ocean, he was probably imagining being the primary caretaker of those lil nuggs. He was daydreaming about first day of kindergarten and tearing up for real I know it.

Also I think people are cowards if they don't think Robin and Steve would get convenience married and adopt a couple kids even tho Robin is slightly terrified of toddlers (they are fast and they BITE) and Steve would be Robin's trophy husband who's a stay at home dad that wages physiological suburban warfare by being a Wife Guy and the envy of all early nineties housewives.

[hopeful-puffin]

Thoughts on Episode #161

Just needing to vent some concerns/frustrations/love. I'm relatively new to this fandom, so please forgive any foggy discrepancies.

FLYFIN

I'm just going to come out with what everyone is stuck on. I don't trust Fean anymore than I do Fizz now. Finley (sp?) I'm still on the fence about. But the fact they're trying to cover up for their brother is suspicious. Can't tell if the youngest is in on it or being bullied into it by his older siblings though. Time will tell.

The paper thin excuse that "we just act funny when we spend too much time around the whales" is, at best, bullshit and, at worst, true. I say that's worse because you seriously want me to believe that you willingly subject to this? For what? The whales aren't going to magically awaken just cause you're nearby.

I'm worried they're gonna run into the narwhals and reveal Kappa's location to them. Not gonna help them wake the whale? That's cool. They'll go looking for "another" Beacon.

2. KAPPA

On that note, bless Kappa for finally learning not to be so free with his tongue around the flyfin. It's been bugging me since the Surface Story™ how open he's been with information. Information that could be crucial to them in damning ways if the group isn't careful. But the fact that Kappa blew their questions off made me snicker, not gonna lie.

Also, son, I'm really uneasy with the way you were staring at that whale. Thank you for shaking yourself out of it, but please stop staring off into space at them. I'm worried enough about you and Siren as things are without you continuing to treat your life so unabashedly unimportant. In broad daylight (or whatever their equivalent is down there) no less!

Unrelated, but nothing new on his weird dream of transparent blue tentacles sticking out a tree? Oh well.

3. WITCHES

Bless all the interactions with all of the witches. Bless Mucku for unofficially adopting Siren. Bless Nethimir or commenting that Siren doesn't look like royalty. Bless Mono and Mucku for continuing the evil poses. And bless Neithimir again for being upfront that they're watching over Siren because they want to, not because Kappa asked them to.

4. SIREN

Where do I even start with him? He's come a long way, especially after having just finished rereading Season 1 this morning. I felt immensely relieved seeing him inserting himself into Kappa's conversation with the flyfin. He's attentive, protective, and seems to growing comfortable with the found family. No complaints. Okay, maybe just one. But it's more a tease than anything.

Uh-huh. You thought he was kidding? Mr. My-Tail-Is-Wagging? Suuuuuuure.

[hanaeriin]

ohh I hope you're doing well and are taking care yourself on your break from tumblr!! oooh you have so many fandoms and faves that I unfortunately haven't watched before. I'd love to hear more about you and Kinich, and/or you and Dan Heng. what do you like most about them? and what do they like most about you? do you have any aus with them? also, what are your favorite tropes to read about in fics?

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sorry for the late reply!! I was taking my time with answering your questions...hehe i got too excited>< !! hope this helps but feel free to ask more if you want more info!!

WHAT DO YOU LIKE MOST ABOUT THEM?

KiNiCH : I was immediately drawn to him by his eyes... like hello!? this is illegal to be that gorgeous and make my heart squeeze so hard man!! I find his reserved nature to be pretty attractive, he is good at his job too and I absolutely love when he expressed how much he cares about those who manages to get close cuz good day my lordy, I'm not okay after meeting this man @w@ also I absolutely love watching him bickering with jaw cuz they reminded me of me and my friend lol

DAN HENG : truth betold, I got exposed by my friends when I first saw him before hsr was released because all of them told me "ya, I can see why you would like him" LIKE PLS, I FELT SO CALLED OUT ABOUT WHAT KIND OF GUY I LIKE AHHH. Okie, so when I first saw him...my first thought that was he's so pretty and thought was dreaming at first because first of all;; THAT DARK HAIR AND BRIGHT COLOURED EYES, I'm so weak against that combo D: and again his reserved nature just pulled me in even further, I also love how he's like the protective older brother in the express and I just find his interactions so endearing 🥺👉👈

WHAT DO THEY LIKE MOST ABOUT YOU?

KiNiCH : his friends (mostly just ajaw yapping ahem) once told me that it's because I'm just easy to talk to and can make anyone feel comfortable after exchanging a few words despite my bluntness and also because I'm clumsy and is a bit reckless due to temper issues...so he often saves me from close calls/fights very often :D

DAN HENG : both of us are generally quiet people and don't go out often so we naturally get along but it's mostly just me being unhinged yapping while he would be focusing on something else, he likes the way i think and didn't mind about his past. Though it's very often that he would stopped me from smacking people who rubbed me on the wrong...ahem the people of the luofu ahem

DO YOU HAVE ANY AUS WITH THEM?

Not a lot but I do have some aus with them;; soulmates/past lovers, high school/college and some yokai aus...I has one au where one of us turn to animals and isn't able to turn back for a while, the other person would take care of them not knowing it's their lover!! Idk what to call it tho because I like the idea of the secretive lover slowly started missing you and didn't hide it in front of the pet animal (you) as time went on.

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE TROPES TO READ ABOUT IN FICS?

I like reading all of tropes tbh but personal favourites are childhood sweetheart, fake relationship, opposite attracts, best friend's sibling/other friend and arranged marriage because those are really interesting to read for me ><

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Can I please get some platonic/sibling Abbacchio Headcanons? And maybe some fluff from Bruno as well? I hope you're having a wonderful day! <33

Hey! Yeah sure! I hope you have a wonderful day as well!

I’ll do headcanons for if he had a younger sister (like around the same age, maybe a couple years younger)

- he is very protective of her, because she is his little sister. but she is also very protective of him, because he is her grumpy older brother that needs help sometimes.

- she took his police mistake almost as bad as he did. Because she grew up knowing that that was his dream, and she knew that he always desired to be an honest and respectable cop (and when your a kid your view of cops tends to be different than reality). So seeing him experience the truth of the police force and then become labeled as a bad cop because of a mistake (that tons of other cops made as well) bothered her a lot.

- he didn’t call home for a while after being labeled a bad cop and being all over the news, and she was very worried. She saw him once during that time and he was a train wreck. So when she got a phone call from him and he said that he got a new job and that he wants her to meet his new friends (well he said “the idiots I work with” which means friends) she felt very relieved and knew that he was in a better place (even if it was the mafia).

- when he told her about the other gang members he seemed to keep on mentioning this bucciarati guy, and his voice would crack a little whenever he would talk about him, and he rambled a bit more than usual. Those were her observations. So when he introduced them all to her, she had planned to interrogate bucciarati a bit (like some people do when their sibling or friend starts dating someone) but Bruno said like three sentences and then she was like “yeah actually I don’t need to do anything, he’s a good one”.

- they both started getting into makeup around the same time when they were in middle school, and they have similarish styles. Both goth lol.

- she got really into making her own homemade makeup products and always gives her homemade purple and black lipstick to Abbacchio for his birthday, or whenever she feels like it.

- she has pictures of his first face of makeup that he has ever done (it was really bad and he is very embarrassed by it) and she showed them to his team members and Bruno had it as his phone lock screen for like five months and taped it to the fridge.

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Hello hello Acacia~! It's good to see you posting again. I hope you're doing well and that this little ask game has been fun for you. I saw the song and headcanon post originally (and several of the asks you've answered are on my reading list for today). I was fighting with myself earlier to decide which character duo to ask for a song and headcanon for. But now I've decided: is there a song you have in mind for Tanjirou and Nezuko's sibling bond?

Hi Erika! You're so sweet as always, and it's so good to hear from you! Thank you so much for the warm welcome back and for the ask about two of my favorite siblings (and they're actually functional this time, what do you know!) 🥰 It really does feel nice to be posting again (crossing my fingers that I'll be able to stick around a bit longer this time 😅).

There are some Demon Slayer manga spoilers in my headcanon so I've put your song & headcanon below the cut. Thank you so much for playing my song + headcanon game!💖

I just about squealed when I saw this ask because I have so much love in my heart for the Kamado siblings! My favorite song for Tanjiro and Nezuko (besides the beautiful canon/in universe "Tanjiro Kamado No Uta," of course, which I'll admit has made me tear up more than a couple times while listening to it) is a song called "Footprints" by Molly Kate Kestner. It's one of my favorite sibling songs in general, and I actually found it shortly after finishing Demon Slayer so it has always made me think of Tanjiro and Nezuko and given me all the wonderful warm & fuzzies about them. 😊 I really think it just speaks to Tanjiro's role as the protective older brother, trying everything he can to take care of his younger sister and always being there for her. I could pretty much quote the whole song here (except for that one line about the siblings sometimes fighting with each other because I can't really imagine them fighting much 😅), but the lines: "Through the years I'd make mistakes so you wouldn't have to make them. I took chances every day, so you'd know when to take them" have always reminded me of Tanjiro as does the whole refrain:

You can follow my footprints But you don't have to fill my shoes It's just a path for you to follow If you so choose You can take the road less travelled Yeah, I'd probably do that too But if you're lost and feeling broken Through and through You can follow the footprints I left for you

Footprints - YouTube

And here's a soft & fluffy Tanjiro & Nezuko post-series sibling headcanon:

Tanjiro and Nezuko have always loved to cook together, and one of Tanjiro's dreams and motivations throughout the series was to one day get to cook Nezuko's favorite meal for her after she (hopefully) became human again. After the end of the series, Tanjiro can't wait to surprise his sister by cooking her favorite food for her, but Nezuko insists on helping him in the kitchen because she has missed getting to cook with him so much. Nezuko has the idea that they should make both of their favorite foods for the meal, and they spend all day together cooking, reminiscing, sharing stories, and laughing in the kitchen as they prepare dinner which they share with each other and with their friends.