#he should be allowed to slay sometime……..

[sonicponie]

bf gave him a makeover

#only drawing him like this from now on #he should be allowed to slay sometime…….. #total drama #td raj #rajbow #total drama island #td spoilers #kinda spoilers #idk ill tag just incase #my art

[sharpedgedfool]

Here's Blaze! Her name is is Iris Flare, I started giving them just generalised names in English as I started incorporating more than Scottish folklore into these guys so it didn't make sense to have them all named in Gaelic, the Seasons travel constantly all over the world as they come and go with their seasons so I thought I'd be fun to assign different cultures to each of them!

Some more extensive lore under the cut!

Summer is the second most targeted Seasonal Spirit, but unlike Winter who is largely hated, Summer is regarded as a loved season and those challenging her often want to overthrow her place with malicious reasons, she has no gripe about fighting back but can often leave damage in her wake due to the nature of her flames. She does not see as much war as Winter but she fights just as fiercely. Summer is often compared to Winter but is adamant she does not agree with the ill-manner most refer to Winter with. They've never met but she is not disillusioned by the endless praise she receives against criticism against him. She firmly believes that all seasons are just as equal and should not be given favour over another. She hears about Winter mostly from the birds who migrate between their seasons, and she knows that if Winter was so bad then no bird would make the journey there willingly to avoid her own.

In contrast she is close to the other two seasons Spring and Autumn. She is the second youngest of the four, the order being Winter, Spring, Summer then Autumn. Her and Autumn are particularly close as she helped guide him through his first season when he was largely unprepared for it. Her and the other seasons took up the mantle willingly with an expectation on what their duty was. Iris used to be a mortal Royal who stepped up to inherit the responsibility when a rival kingdom set out to slay the previous Season, her family were historically friends of the Fae so she was asked for specifically and knew what she was getting into and did - and still does - take the responsibility very seriously. She doesn't often engage in festivities without request, but enjoys talking with every being of life regardless of status within a court (or outside one even).

Her flames are an indicator of her emotional state, they sometimes change colour and the temperature can range, so mostly she tries to keep calm and dim her flames especially around dry times in the season, her Sari is woven to be flame-resistant and prevents any accidental burns so she doesn't often take it off. Her jewellery are a close replica of the ones she wore as a mortal, it has been eons since so she pays tribute to the memories even as they grow faint. Ironically she mostly enjoys the rain when she can let her flames burn as bright as she likes. She enjoys flying as high as she can, where the only thing that can catch fire is herself, and the chill allows her to push her fire beyond what she could do safely on the ground.

#oriontag #fae au #blaze the cat

[animeyanderelover]

@lucyrose9820 asked: Tsugikuni Yoriichi Hc's?

Tags: @leveyani @kanaosprotector

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, overprotective behavior, stalking, controlling behavior, threats, intimidation, death, abduction

Yandere Tsugikuni Yoriichi Hc's

☀️​Yoriichi is a man who has already lost his first wife and their unborn child yet none of his sorrow is expressed from the outside. His nonchalant and solemn exterior rarely gives anything away from his current emotions so you never seem to notice how he is truly feeling for you. Nor does Yoriichi want you to notice as he is lucid of the extent of his feelings for you. He hides them and locks them away as he considers how you might get scared of him if you would know about it. And as much as he doesn't want to admit it, his own selfishness doesn't want you to stray away from his side because of his feelings. Silent and serene, maroon eyes are almost constantly following you as soon as you are in his field of vision as they observe your every movement closely. The death of Uta and his unborn child have left a scar after all so now that he has fallen in love with someone else again, Yoriichi can't help himself but grow more protective.

☀️​You don't notice when he is trailing behind you when you go anywhere when the sky is already dark as he is worried that a demon might try to take you away the same away they took Uta and his child away from him. He remains pretty distant and as a silent protector for some time where you often see him but know little besides his name about him. You can't help but wonder if he doesn't like you but it is the complete opposite. In fact Yoriichi is actually a bit scared that his feelings for you would spiral out of his control if he would get any closer to you. Eventually the inevitable happens though as the two of you slowly get closer to each other and his worries partially become true. His overprotective antics sometimes result in him growing more monitoring and controlling as he asks you with a serious expression on his face to do something for him.

☀️​I would say that he is less prone to being jealous and just more prone to reacting more protectively. Even in a scenario where he has hardly anything to worry about his eyes are still glued to you just in case anything happens or in case he realises that you look uncomfortable. Yoriichi makes a good effort to try and not let his own feelings interfere with your social life as he tries not to be too selfish with you. Honestly, he is quite good in not letting his own obsession interfere but you should still be aware that he is watching you most of the time. Even when he stands a few feet away from you to not potentially intimidate people around you, his eyes never leave you nor the people you interact with. He's usually quick to step in though when he notices that someone tries to flirt with you or shows signs of attraction for you. He can be rather intimidating when he wants to be as he calmly stares down at them.

☀️​As always there is a clear line when it comes to slaughtering demons or actually taking a human life. He has always shown a calm disposition when he killed demons and he continues with it even as his darling appears in his life. I would say that his trauma with allowing a demon to kill his pregnant wife has made him generally more warily when it comes to any demons around your village so as soon as he notices the tiniest sign that there might be one, he is quickly alarmed and instantly seeks them out to dispose of them as quickly as possible. As a man who slays demons and is normally very kind, he is more considerate and gentle when it comes to treating humans. Which doesn't mean that anyone can just take him as easy for it as his aura can change into one of silent and cold rage if someone really pushes his buttons by harming you and triggering his protective instincts. Perhaps it is this overwhelming calmness he showcases even in moments of rage that is so frightening as he whispers a low warning, a threat to stay away from his beloved.

☀️​When it comes to an abduction Yoriichi is not as bad as some others would be. Considering that he is still very overprotective though, you should expect that he has some rules and wishes he would like you to fulfill just so that his mind can rest a bit easier. He dedicates his time to just accompanying you, whether you know about it or not, during the time where both of you shouldn't live together yet and he establishes his rules as soon as both of you live under the same roof together. Otherwise Yoriichi lets you have your freedom as much as he can because he sees no need to restrict you. That changes when something does happen that triggers his feelings and that can quickly escalate into him turning much more controlling as he suddenly doesn't want you to leave his side for an extended period of time and keeps you within the four walls of your home.

☀️​Yoriichi is besides those moments where he reacts quickly more protective less obvious with his overall unhealthy behavior. It is easy to brush his protective tendencies off as lingering paranoia from his last wife's death and nothing more. He's gentle and calm around you and whilst he isn't one who talks much, he loves listening to you talking about anything. Especially when he realises that you are really passionate about it as he just sits next to you and enjoys your presence. His love is warm and bright for you as it gives you a feeling of safety and protection but underneath the surface one spark might be enough to erupt and escalate this warmth into an all-consuming blaze that calmly burns down everything that threatens you. If it wouldn't be for Yoriichi's vast self-control, things wouldn't be as nice most of the time...

#yandere demon slayer #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #yandere kny #yandere yoriichi #yandere tsugikuni yoriichi

[pinejayy]

Heyyy sorry if this is weird or anything but can you do the upper moons with a s/O that has a gen Z like personality 😭 like they got teleported to other world yk like head cannons of what it's like you can ignore this or swoosh away but PLEASE DO THIS🫶🫶🫶

sure thing! I hope you enjoy these!! sorry for the long wait! uwu // I'm gonna add the clones and muzan as a bonus

Upper Moons with Gen Z Personality S/O

Kokushibo

Honestly he would be so confused, he doesn't understand why you're dressed differently and also talk different. And you like messing around with him by saying "YEET" or "OOF" And he's like what's a Yeet.

And one time you grabbed him book and threw it across the room and yelled out "YEET" and he just looked at you, ah that's what a yeet is. Yeah he doesn't like it, don't do it again. Unless you wanna be yeeted out of life.

You should be lucky he hasn't killed you yet because wow he finds your humor kinda annoying, considering he enjoys some peace and quite while you're here with crackhead energy.

The Upper Moon Demon wonders if you were dropped on your head as child, why would you be acting like this. But he does care for you, even though you get on his nerves.

He finds it odd that you find humor in everything, like you two could be on a date and you'll burst out laughing at anything and crack a joke too.

You're his special little something so he'll protect you. The other Upper Moons don't saying anything about how annoying you are because since he's number 1 he'll probably rip their heads off.

Douma

Oh boy! He would be so confused about your weird humor, but he'll love it honestly. He loves how you giggle at something random and then you'll add a random ass joke too. He finds you entertaining. Like a little clown.

You taught him the meaning of "YEET" and he loves abusing it, like imagine him throwing a women's head at Akaza and him saying "YEET"

Oh I'm sure the both of you would love pulling pranks on Akaza. Like imagine throwing a bag of flour at him. And you'll guys be like "Get recked!"

Ahh! He loves it whenever you praise him because come on, he's an Upper Moon Demon and you're nothing but a human. So you better being telling him "SLAYY"

You taught him more words like "Slay" "Oof" and "No Cap" and the other Upper Moons hate him even more. Like to the point where they wanna rip his head off. And they hate you too, like how did he mange to become more annoying.

But since you're with him you keep him busy and away from them, so don't have to deal with him. But the Upper Moons do appreciate you keeping him away from them :))

Akaza

He honestly finds you kinda annoying and funny at the same time, like you act more annoying than Douma but he doesn't hate you like he hates Douma. But he does get used to your odd sense of humor.

Whenever you guys are hanging out and he needs to rant about something he'll talk to you. And you'll be like "Spill the Tea!!" And he would be so confused, like you want to spill tea? Wouldn't that make a mess.

He doesn't allow you near Douma! Never!! Imagine if you two were to meet he'll go crazy and he's afraid that your odd humor is gonna rub on Douma so he doesn't want two idiots running around.

He loves talking crap about Douma and you'll be like "PERIOD" while you snap your fingers. Earning a look from Akaza.

But within time he'll get used to you, he thinks it's funny that you're kinda weird in your own way. Sometimes when you guys are cuddling you'll saying something like "I like apple and bananas" And he'll be like "Me too Y/N." While patting your head.

You're so special to him and he'll do anything to protect you and he'll keep you away from everyone else.

Hantengu

Bro is gonna cry whenever he doesn't understand your jokes. Like why are you laughing at something randomly?? He doesn't understand!! He's going to throw a huge temper tantrum.

Whenever he's crying you'll go to him and be like "Stop being a snowflake." And he'll cry even more, why are you calling him that! He's not a snowflake!! He's a Demon!! An Upper Moon Demon.

You do love him but you also love T-Posing him and of course he'll be crying a lot...he's so confused.

You stop your non sense when you guys cuddle. He's the little spoon of course, and this is the only time he'll catch a break from your jokes and humor.

The other Upper Moons wonder how you're even with him?? Both your personalities don't match what's so ever, but I guess whatever catches your boat right.

Imagine whispering in his ear. "You're Sus." He'll cry...poor babey.

Gyokko

Honestly he would find you very annoying, like he honestly doesn't know why he doesn't end you, maybe deep down he does care for you but you're still pretty annoying to him. Just don't push his buttons too much, he will kill you oof.

Like imagine him showing you his newest vase and he's like "Look at this beautiful vase!" And you'll be like "LoOk At ThIs BeAuTiFuL vAsE." And you two would stare at each other in silence. "Did you just mock my art?" Silence and you smile and giggle. "DiD yOu JuSt MoCk My ArT."

He could have killed you for mocking his art but he hasn't, he truly does care about you...just don't push it.

He finds you funny, sometimes. And he's shown you off to the other Upper Moons. And they all think "Ah the funny looking demon gets the funny S/O"

You like telling him his art is "BUSSIN" and he's like??? What does that even mean??

"Hey Gyokko have you ever heard of the word Yeet?" You told him while holding a vase of his... RIP YOU

Gyutaro

He'll be very confused about your jokes and humor, he's never heard of them. So he'll like to learn some of your jokes so he could make you laugh. And you do teach him some words and jokes and he's confused as heck!

You make jokes like "Hand over your things! This is a STROBBERY!" While holding a small strawberry. He found it weird but he chuckled softly.

IF ANYONE WERE TO MAKE FUN OF YOU OR SAY ANYTHING MEAN TOWARDS YOU, THEY'LL BE SIX FEET UNDER!

You're his little special human, his human with odd jokes but your his :))

You love telling him. "You Slay!!" And he'll just reply. "I know, I love slaying humans.."

He's always giving you head pats when you make a joke or a funny comment. And you love getting head pats from him uwu

BONUS!!!

Hantengu Clones

Sekido would find you very annoying, like to the point where he wants to rip your tongue off, Aizetsu would find you kinda odd but he loves you no matter what, you're his special little human. Both Urogi and Karaku would love your funny jokes and humor.

Sekido used to have two dumbasses to look out for *coughs* Urogi and Karaku. And now he has you too!! Great!! But in reality you love sharing your jokes with both Urogi and Karaku.

Wow imagine Aizetsu crying in the corner crying, and curled up into a ball because Urogi, Karaku and You are T-Posing him. And he's crying because he doesn't understand what's going on. And of course Sekido yells at you guys >:(

But the four Demons do love you, even grumpy ass Sekido.

Whenever Sekido gives you a threat and you'll just stand there like "BET!"

Aizetsu is the victim of your jokes most of the time. One time you went to him and were like "Hey Aizetsu...I think i've caugh Ligma.." And he would be worried for you and answer "Oh no Love! What's Ligma??"

You just stand there with a huge grin on your face... and boy started crying when you told him the joke.

Muzan

Oh no, he'll find you annoying...very annoying.

One time you told him a "Ligma" joke and it was your last words.

Yup! You're dead..

He won't even eat your body, he's afraid of catching your sense of humor.

#demon slayer #gyokko #kny #x reader #headcanons #kokushibo #douma #akaza #hantengu #hantengu clones #gyutaro #sekido #karaku #aizetsu #urogi #reader insert #muzan kibutsuji #muzan

[fatuismooches]

Hi!!! This is my first time saying anything here, so yayyy! But I say that one ask from another anon talking about how Dottore had never recorded fragile!reader's voice before and then forgot what it sounds like, and my brain made some jumps and--

I like to think that sometimes, whether when Dottore is just working in the room while reader sleeps (I like to think that he's modified himself enough that he doesn't need as much sleep as regular humans) or if he's also in the bed with you, that sometimes, reader's sleeping form reminds him a little too much of when reader was in a coma. Or perhaps, even worse, and that reader's time had come while he was sleeping/working. Immediately, he has to reassure himself that you're not, in fact, dead, by either going to check their pulse and keeping his hand there longer than it needs to be (what if they die the second he takes it off??) or, if he was closer to them or sleeping with them (in the literal sense), by even just listening to it. And he tries to rationalize it with himself (bc he's so i denial, I already know it) by being like "noooo, i'm not worried!! I'm a great doctor, and I have nothing to worry about!! I'm just... checking for abnormalities!!" as if he isn't just doing it to make sure they're still alive.

Idk, the thought just popped into my head. He's lost them before without a chance of saying goodbye, and he never wants it to happen again, especially if this time they'll be gone for good.

I'd like to think that reader wasn't really aware of it until one night when he was making a little more noise than usual, and they woke up groggily to find him with their ear on their chest, desperately holding onto you as if you were going to die any second. And then the second he realized you were awake, moved off was like "Hello, I'm not doing anything sus whattt"

So now reader knows he does it, but allows it because they think it's kind of cute, but also because they know that he would never admit his fears.

Anyway, I'm kinda tired, so I don't know if this actually makes any sense. But slay!!

Thank you for feeding us Dottore content, and I hope you have a good day or night!!

You've known Zandik for a long time. So you are very aware that he has weaknesses. Yes, even though the scholar tried to hide it, his walls would slowly chip away during those late nights spent in the dorm or on expeditions. But Dottore? After you woke up, you wondered if Dottore had any weaknesses. Dottore seemed to be a man of no fear, but perhaps you should have expected that because what would someone as God-like as him have to fear now? He has much power in his grasp, surely there is nothing that could bother him. He's no longer the same Zandik you once knew, and that's okay really, but you just wonder to yourself sometimes. Little did you know Dottore's one and only fear was about you.

Il Dottore considers himself a rational man in every possible subject area. Yes, he does not allow himself to be swayed by anything as irrational as emotion and instead focuses on logic. Whether his final decision is cruel or unethical is not something he cares about. But you... you are the exception. You are the variable he cannot control. And so irrationality is one of the things he despises, swore to himself he'd never be a victim of, but here he was anyway. Succumbing to an irrational mindset is the last thing he thought he'd do.

Often times when Dottore sleeps with you, he doesn't actually sleep. He gets into the bed to appease you, because it brings you comfort, (your words) lays there for a bit until you fall asleep, and resumes his work. He is just far, far too busy to stay. But, nowadays, he finds it even harder than usual to say. Why? Because of his irrational mind, once again. He needs to know that you are alive. Which is a dumb fear really, you're not going to die, you're not going to leave, your body is stable (for now) so there's no need to worry. But he needs to know. He needs confirmation. You know. He really hates that you've done this to him. He hates it. But he can't blame you, only himself, because if he cured you already he would never have to deal with irrationality again.

Dottore is used to the quietness of a human heart, from his experiments of course, clicking his tongue in annoyance from how easily they died and feeling no emotion. But your heart, if your heart stopped... well, his madness would not be transcribed to paper very well, because it would be too hard to describe. But he denies that. And he especially denies it to you. He denies it, so that's why he finds himself counting your heart's beats per minute anyway. But now you know that even the great Il Dottore has a fear and weakness. After all, when it's only the two of you, he is only Zandik, the same man who fell hard for you all those centuries ago. But that's okay. You promised to always be there, even if he doesn't want you to be.

#smooches talks #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #another day another fragile reader angst 😚😚 it's a lifestyle at this point <33 #thank YOU for feeding us anon i love this. it totally made sense and was SO GOOD!! #ugh i adore this :(( i love giving villains irrational fears

[the-head-ancho-chilli]

Demon Slayer Characters and if I Think They Can Walk in Heels

I SWEAR IM NOT DEAD

Now that I’ve moved into my new place, I’m just trying to get some stuff sorted out so apologies for the delay, I swear I’m working on your requests T_T

In the meantime, here’s this post that I finished a few days ago that I started during finals season

Enjoy!

Word count: 1.4k~

Part 1 (you're here!), Part 2 (coming soon), Part 3 (coming soon)

Modern au-ish...

Mitsuri Kanroji

She doesn't really wear heels unless she's going out somewhere

Mitsuri will wear heels if you take her to a club, a date, a restaurant, and any other nicer event

But honestly, she prefers running shoes!

They're convenient, comfortable, and they tend to match their outfits more often than not

Do not get me wrong, Mitsuri can definitely rock a pair of heels

I would say that the highest she can go is six inch heels and that's it

Anymore than that and she's wobbling

Mitsuri's favourite pair of heels is a knee high gladiator sandal that's all gold, and maube about 4-5 inches high?

It pairs lovely with her favourite dresses and skirts, especially when she's going out of her way to turn a few heads

I also think that she's the most graceful out of everyone here

Overall 9/10 she absolutely slays this

Obanai Iguro

He thinks it's stupid that he needs to clarify this at all

Can Obanai walk in heels? Without a doubt

Your next question should be if Obanai chooses to wear heels

And shockingly, he does

I think that Obanai will sometimes wear a two inch loafer heel just for some added height

Hella confident in them too, look at him go

Obanai will totally wear them to work, class, or anywhere he feels like putting on a little bit of effort into what he's wearing

I think on more fancier occasions, like a high end date or club, he might wear some pointed toe stilettos with a nice pair of slacks

Honestly he's not really one to exclude heels from his wardrobe, he's just weirded out by how fascinated people are on this topic

8/10, nailed it

Tengen Uzui

Do I think Tengen can wear heels? I know for a fact he can

But I just think that he never does because he can never find any in his size

Poor guy

To be fair, this man is fucking huge

I even have problems finding boots that fit my calves, deep down in my heart I know that Tengen has it so much worse

Cause even if he manages to find something that fits his foot, it might not fit the rest of his leg

He's actyally really devestated about it

All he wants is a nice pair of pumps to match Hina, Suma and Makio

And maybe a pair of lobster claws...

3/10, a slay in theory but not in practice

I WILL GIVE HIM THIS, if he manages to pay for a custom pair of heels, he will probably rival with Mitsuri in who looks the best in heels

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He says he can walk in heels

But I assure you, he cannot

I think that Sanemi is lowkey intimidated by the results of the other Hashira on this list and now he's in too deep to back down

So when asked if he can wear heels, he will lie to your face

"Obviously, you think I'm gonna allow a pair of shoes to get the best of me?"

Sanemi, you've got a big storm coming

All his machoness goes away the second that he puts them on

Why is he walking with his knees out...

He's not even wearing stilettos, no

Sanemi's wearing three inch cork wedges

They don't really suit his style so he'll never go out of his way to wear them

I think after embarassing himself like this, he's never going to want to learn how to walk in them

-2/10 Sanemi you fucked around and found out huh

Shinobu Kocho

Can absolutely strut in six inch heels no problem

I think that Shinobu wears heels often, especially if she's going to be out in public where she is certain she's going to encounter someone she knows

But I don't think she enjoys wearing them

In some way I think Shinobu wears heels on a semi-daily basis to compensate for her short stature

She wants to be on equal standing with others and in a way, this is her way fo tring to achieve that

Two inch boots aren't going to stop her from being taken seriously

She does try to find some light in her circimustance though

Her favourite pair are these cute mary janes, and she has another pair with a platform sole

So even if you see her wearing heels, please don't mistake that she finds them powerful to wear

It's more of a social thing really

7/10, I wish she had a better experience :/

Kyojuro Rengoku

I am going to say this as nicely as I can

Please be patient with him, he's learning T_T

He can still get to where he needs to go, he just looks a little unstable???

Kyojuro would really appreciate if you held his hand a little

Though I will say, he is enthusiastic about learning!

In a few months he can probably walk just fine in them

I don't think that he would wear them to work or on a date, but he might if he's going to a particular event where you try to look better than usual

Like a high end club or exclusive event, he'll probably wear something classy

I think his go to is wither a pair of corset heels or high blocks

Obanai is lowkey jealous because Kyojuro doesn't really need the extra hight

4/10, keep up the hard work :)

Giyu Tomioka

My first instinct was to immediately put Giyu on the 'Not Allowed' list

A hunch just told me that he would somehow cause more trouble if he wore any

But I considered it further and came to this conlcusion

Giyu can and will walk in heels, just nothing above three inches

He tried walking in four inch platforms and he was nearly tripping every two minutes

And if Tengen sees him exiting his apartment wearing them again he will not hesitate to put those things back where they came from

Giyu does like wearing heels though, even if he's not allowed to wear very high ones

Only wears them if he's going to a club though

His favourite pair is a professional looking pair of blue, beige and black slingbacks with a three inch heel

5/10, but he's walking on thin ice

Gyomei Himejima

I don't think that Gyomei could walk in heels smoothly, but he can certainly get from point A to B

He just can't do it gracefully

If Gyomei walks in heels, he won't ever admit that he's struggling and he'll insist that he's walking just fine

But he has his arms outstretched like he's walking on a tightrope

It's honestly just not his thing, and I don't think he would be able to incorporate it with his current wardrobe

Even if he had the desire to learn, I think he would hear the struggle that Tengen's going through and just give up

He already has to go on a lengthy search to find anything to fit him regularly, let alone a pair of heels

2/10 I can't say I would recommend this for him, no

Muichiro Tokito

You know those pictures of kids wearing their mom's heels?

And their foot barely fits in the shoe?

And they just look so awkwardly out of place?

That's Muichiro

Poor baby

I think he has some growing to do before he's going to learn how to walk in them

But Muichiro definitely wants to learn!

Given how his sense of style is usually baggy or loose fitting clothes, I can see him maybe going to Obanai for style advice in the future

Probably nothing high or flashy either, just probably a pair of classy heeled boots

I just don't think it's for him right now, at his current stature

Muichiro just looks a little bit out of place in them right now though...

1/10, maybe when you're a bit older buddy

꒷꒦˚︶︶꒦꒷︶꒷꒦˚ ꒷꒦˚︶︶꒦꒷︶꒷꒦˚ ꒷꒦˚︶︶꒦꒷︶꒷꒦˚

Thanks for reading! I have two more parts of this prompt with the slayers and demons so I should be sending that out in a while. I’m also working on a Kyojuro request and I’m hoping to have it out soon, so stay tuned lovelies ^^

Also thank you all for 200 followers, I swear I’ll work harder so I can post more often! I’ll be working on some requests in the meantime :)

Asks and requests are still open, just please read the rules before submitting anything ;)

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer blog #kny blog #kny scenarios #demon slayer headcanons #kny headcanons #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #hashira x reader #upper moons x reader #demon slayer scenarios #demon slayer upper moons #kamaboko squad #demon slayer hashira #demon slayer pillars

[the-moon-lullaby]

Okay, I spent an early morning reading this wonderful blog (seriously, you really do it well), and I wanted to place an order too. It's always nice and interesting to read other people's HC's, sometimes even debate about it, and honestly you seem like a great person to talk to.

By the way, I read below that you were busy with college exams, I hope they are over now and you are free of this Hell. If unfortunately not, my condolences, but good luck.

Anyway, my request is very simple: based on my bad night, since I woke up because of a nightmare... I wanted to see Candy waking up in shock, because of a horrible nightmare, and her first reaction is to call her boyfriend to try to calm down. Oh, it could be on HSL.

The HSL Boys' reaction to Candy having a nightmare

N/A : Hiii ! Thank you for being so sweet, it means a lot ! I feel horrible that you had to wait so long for your request to be done but there we are. I hope you like it still ! (Also I hope your nightmare wasn't too bad and I wish you nothing but sweet dreams darling) 💕

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚕 : 

Nathaniel can be a light or heavy sleeper according to how tired he is 

Yet, if Candy starts speaking, crying or even screaming in her sleep, that’s more than enough to wake him up with a little fright 

Now, depending on how intense and how affected Candy seemed to be by said nightmare, he’d start shaking her up immediately and would probably freaks out a bit if she’s yelling in her sleep or if she can’t stop crying

If it’s not that terrible, he’ll try to gently pull her close and caress her hair, hoping that this should be enough to comfort her and allow her to sleep more peacefully 

But if he doesn’t hear her and  it’s Candy waking him up, give him a few second and he’ll handle the situation (I have the feeling that Nathaniel is easy to wake up in the way that his brain is functional straight up after being awoken and slay honestly, that couldn’t be me)

(or if Candy’s calling him in the middle of the night on his phone, he’ll be woken up by the ringing, which according to Nath’s personality is probably the most basic one, without offense. You know the Apple default wake up alarm ? Surely it is that one and oh boy, if there’s a top ten of the things you don’t want to hear in the middle of the night it’s totally one. I would personally rank it above the sound of a demonic entity, that how much I can’t stand it anymore) 

He’ll listen to Candy rant about her nightmare (whether irl or on the phone) and would try his best to reassure 

He’d avoid saying basic things like « it was just a bad dream » because yes, that’s the point, it was that bad. So instead of trying to diminish the things he’d try to be more focus on validating her like « I understand why you were so scared » (even if the nightmare was about something he’s not afraid of) or « Do you want to keep talking or you’d rather if we talk about something else ? » (And he’s ready to talk about anything you like if it can bring peace to your mind)

(If Candy’s calling him, he gets a certain feeling of pride washing over him, even if she’s waking him up in the middle of night it doesn’t matter, he feels great about being the person she thinks of when she needs to be comforted. And it makes sense since it’s who Candy is to him as well)

If it happened while she was staying over and if she can’t stop crying, doesn’t want to talk about the nightmare and no matter how many hugs and sweet words he offers her seemed to make her feel better, he’ll get up and go get a glass of water and Blanche (because every time he feels down, petting and cuddling with her makes him feel better so bring the cat, maybe it’ll work for Candy too) or if they’re on a call, he’ll FaceTime so she can see Blanche

He doesn’t mind staying up until late if she doesn’t want to go back to sleep right away even if they got to go to school the next day (he’s used to be sleep deprived anyway with the amount of all-nighter he pulls to study so don’t worry he can handle it)

𝙻𝚢𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 : 

Honestly, Lysander sleeps like a baby most of the time, which means he is neither a heavy or light sleeper and he doesn’t get nightmares that often (or when he does, it mostly sad ones and it’s understandable since he went through some major loss in his life. He might also get nightmares where he gets hit by a car since it happened to him and there’s some trauma that went along with it)

But the fact that this happens so rarely to him can explain why he doesn’t know how to right away to comfort Candy went she going through it

No matter the nightmare, even if it doesn’t seem to be an awful one, he’ll wake her up. Just in case

He wouldn’t say much though and simple take her in his arms, planting kisses on the top of her head and try to lull her 

He wants her to know that she’s safe so he rather acting on it instead of trying to find words that would probably end up sounding absurd 

If he receive a call from Candy in the middle of the night, it’d wake him up but also got him confused since it’s pretty unusual for her to call him at this hour without warning

He’d freak out a little because of it 

When Candy tells him about it, he’ll be more focused on why she felt so scared rather than the thing itself (if that makes sense ? It’s like, if we found the root of the problem then we can get rid of it instead of just trying to make her feel better temporarily)

If Candy and him are physically together in this situation, he’ll get up and invite her to do the same so they can improvise make hot chocolate or simply some tea 

They’d have to be quiet though because chances are that Leigh is sleeping in his room

If he sees that talking about the nightmare doesn’t help, he’ll try to distract Candy by telling her about stories (probably little myths and legends from where he is from that could be comforting since Lysander is a countryside boy. Idk if that’s the case everywhere, but from where I am from, there’s plenty of little tales like that and I can totally picture our boy paying interest to them)

Or he would tell her stories about his childhood on the farm (because even though he kinda stopped having nightmares as he grew up, when he was little it was an other story)

Overall, he’s very calm and that itself is reassuring and comforting. Also he emphasises on the point that he’s glad Candy woke him up as she could never burden him and it makes him happy to be there for her as the romantic man he is 

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗 :

The only reason Armin wouldn’t be up in the middle of the night is because Candy is staying over and he went to bed with her 

Otherwise, he’s up all night playing games, watching animes or googling the most random things ever (you know these questions you ask yourself at 3AM and even though having the answer to it will not change anything to your life but you feel like you have to know ? Happens to him all the time. It makes me think, could he have ADHD ? Perhaps, but he surely got some symptoms even if he doesn’t)

Also, he’s a heavy sleeper so he might not hear Candy having a nightmare unless it’s getting loud and his reaction to it : panickkk

He’d just cluelessly shake her up because what else is he supposed to do ? 

Unlike (his bestie) Nathaniel, his mind does take some time to be functional after waking up so he’s confused, Candy’s confused (and scared/shocked), everyone’s confused, it’s a mess

The brief conversation they had before Armin gets to pull himself together is absolutely chaotic because of it (like Candy is absolutely terrified and he’s just like « huh ??? What ??? WHAT IS IT ?? »)

They’d sit up in bed and he’ll listen to Candy explaining what had happened and he finally gets it (why do I feel Armin is the slow friend ? Also completely out of topic but I’ve been rewatching some Buzzfeed Unsolved episodes and am I the only one that can imagine Shane and Ryan’s dynamic as Armin and Nath’s ? Like Shane as Armin and Nath as Ryan. Ok, that was not the request but I needed to say it)

I think his first reflex would be to go grab something to eat. And since the twins’ parents seem to be the coolest, I bet their house never lacks snacks (I’m envious). 

Armin raiding his parents’ kitchen at every opportunity he got is basically canon at this point

I feel like Armin’s way of comforting people is by trying to make them laugh so when Candy tells the whole with more detail he’d comment on it just to have a little giggle out of her 

He might very well ask her if she wants to play a video game or watch a movie (maybe a Ghibli one because they’re the epitome of comfort and no one can argue about this. Yes, I am a big fan of Ghibli movies)

In the end, Armin is the perfect guy when it comes to lighten up the mood and even though he’s not sure about how you should comfort someone properly, he manages to do an excellent job and Candy’s nightmare feels far away now as he so easily put a smile on her face (and he does so by simply existing, what a flex)

Now if he receives a phone call from Candy and that she’s isn’t by his side, he immediately picks up because as I said, he pulls all-nighters all the time so chances are that he isn’t asleep 

He’d FaceTime her right away and overall, he’d act the same way except that he can’t raid the kitchen for her on this one 

𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚕 : 

He’s a heavy sleeper, no questions asked. Even worse than Armin so once again, for him to be woke up by Candy having a nightmare, she got to be very loud or to wake him up herself 

And if she does, she’ll scare the shit out of him because he was unprepared and he needs time to collect his thoughts when emerging from his slumber (I feel like coma would be a more appropriate word lol)

Which is why if Candy calls him after a nightmare he might not hear his phone ring (or that could also be like this guy constantly leaves his phone on « Do Not Disturb » because guess what ? Most of the time, he do not want to be disturbed by anyone or anything - even though Candy’s the exception because he’s whipped but that’s a whole other story)

But if he sees that he missed the call in the morning, be absolutely certain that he’ll feel terrible (even more when Candy tells him about why she called him because he’ll deny to death but he would have loved to play the white knight and be the shoulder she can lean on during tough times. Metaphorically in this scenario but still, he’s much more of a romantic that he likes to admit)

Yet, if by any chances he wasn’t asleep, he’ll catch the call and he’d be confused and worry at the moment he hears Candy being so upset 

He’d be like « c’mon little girl, take a deep breath, it’s okay » (and since it’s late he has his tone affected by tiredness that makes his voice more deep and calm. Idk if you can picture it but I think there’s a difference in people’s voice according to what time of the day it is and I think that « night voice » exist)

Surprisingly, Castiel handles the situation really well. He’s calm and composed which is obviously the best attitude to adopt when trying to reassure someone 

Whether it’s on the phone or in person, he’ll let out some sweet words, even gets a little cheesy dare I say and would tell her how much he loves her as he sees how that calms her down (don’t mention his cheesiness afterwards though because otherwise he’ll never allow himself to be so open about his feelings with you and next time you need to be comforted, GET COMFORTED ON YOUR OWN. That’s what you get if you make fun of him - but why would you when he’s being so sweet though ?)

If Candy is by his side in this scenario, he’ll shelter her in his arms, hold her tight to keep her grounded and will gently rub her skin, hoping that the repetitive movement helps her to calm down

Now if it’s not enough, he’ll ask her if she wants to get up (and that means a lot coming from him because he’s probably exhausted) and go get some water or even go on his little terrasse for a few minutes to enjoy the refreshing air of night 

He might not say much since his mind isn’t the clearest at this precise moment (doesn’t know what to say) but he makes up with his touch and by carefully listening to Candy as she tells him all about the nightmare and as goes done from the adrenaline rush caused by the fear

Could bring Demon if she wants to (Animals are the best emotional support, I’ll never let go of this idea)

𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗 : 

Kentin is a light sleeper but it wasn’t always the case. It started when he arrived at the military school and his « comrades » used to pull pranks on him while he was sleeping. Therefore, he kinda has this habit of sleeping with an eye open one might say (when you think about it, it’s basically ptsd and that is tragic. But Kentin’s a tragic character in a way and that is unfortunately pretty much overlooked)

When hears Candy sobbing, talking or even screaming (if so his reflex will be kicking in and he’s now wide awake ready to fight the threat. He’s too sweet and too pure), he starts by waking her up and before asking anything, he cups her face and try to make sure she knows she awake

He wants her to know that whatever nightmare she was having, no matter how terrible, it is now over and she’s completely safe by his side 

He’d dry her tears, trying to help go back to a steady breathing and only when she’s a bit calmed down, he’ll ask about what happened 

I feel like Kentin is good at dealing with nightmares for the sole reason that he has them often and a lot himself. Considering what he’s been through and how much he repressed his feelings, it makes sense and honestly he deserves better

He’ll make Candy sit up and hold his hand while he listens.

He’ll try to hide his glistening eyes since he doesn’t want Candy to think she’s making him sad but he can’t help it.

We know how much he cares about her so seeing her upset is enough to make him upset as well 

If Candy’s calling him instead, he was probably asleep but as soon as he heard his phone ringing, he picked up (he was awoken by the singular alarm he picked for Candy)

He’s frustrated he can’t be there with her but he also feels pride swelling in his chest. The idea of Candy counting on him to calm her down in this situation makes him feel like a big boy lol

He might FaceTime or not, depending on if she wants to see him or just hearing his voice

He doesn’t mind staying on the phone all night if it’s with Candy. Therefore she can take all her time to talk about her nightmare or anything really because he’s not bothered by it in the slightest 

If they’re at his place, he’ll reveal his secret stash of cookies and will offer some to Candy (sweet boy)

There we go ! I hope it's not that bad but I've been gone for so long (much more than I expected, sorry again about that) I felt like I am rusting. Do not be surprised if you see some edits on the posts in the future (idk if I am satisfied with it or not, I got the feeling that I could do better).

Also I really went big on the personal thoughts on that one and it's probably because I am loosing my mind (because yes I started a summer job and it's in a factory. Your girl is making nuggets for basically eight hours straight and has to wake up at 4 AM in the week to do so. And each time I wonder WHO SENT ME THERE ? and the answer is me because we live in a capitalistic society and I have bills to pay now that I am a big girl.) But Live laugh love as they say 💀(who really says that though?)

Anyway, I wish you all a splendid day and see you soon (for real this time, I hope) !

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The Red Lord (Chapter 2 of 2)

On the hills above your village stands a magnificent but supposedly cursed castle where the mysterious Red Lord lives. Lord Sukuna is a man of breathtaking beauty. Too beautiful. Rumors claim that there is something wrong with him. But what happens when an accident makes you end up in the care of that mysterious man? Will you uncover the truth about him?

Chapter 1

Pairing: Vampire!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: Vampire AU, gothic fairytale, smut, fluff Word Count: 8k Warnings: 18+, Sukuna is a vampire, blood, mentions of murder and death, mentions of past domestic violence and abuse (NOT from Sukuna! But Reader's father, brother, and the man she was promised to didn't treat her well), smut, virginity loss, fingering, oral, creampie. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

As much as the evening in the rose garden and the tender kisses distracted you, you can't stop thinking about the villagers' accusations. Their words play over and over in your head.

Three men were killed.

But what do you know about what has happened down in the village? No one mentioned any names of the victims. For all you know, it could be anyone. There is no evidence that it is connected to you. So why should you presume that the victims were the three men that had wronged you? And why should you assume Lord Sukuna had anything to do with that?

The burn marks on his hand? A foolish mind could interpret them as proof that Lord Sukuna is a vampire. You remember how he didn't fully step into the sunlight but stopped in the doorway. Only his left hand must have come into direct touch with the sunlight. But isn't this a bit far-fetched?

Maybe Lord Sukuna just burned himself on candle wax. That's a far more likely explanation.

It would be convenient to wrap yourself in sweet ignorance and pretend everything is fine.

But you can't ignore the voice of reason screaming at you that all those coincidences are very suspicious indeed. The part about Sukuna being a vampire is still too wild for you to allow it. But what about those mysterious deaths that have occurred?

You have to acknowledge that there could be a connection to you.

Three men posed a threat to you. Three men were killed.

You catch yourself watching Lord Sukuna more closely. Wondering if those strong hands that are so carefully handing you a crystal glass filled to the brim with red wine could be the hands of a murderer. Wondering if those glittering diamond eyes and the confident and handsome smile are hiding his true monstrous nature beneath a beautiful mask.

Is the man who took you in a monster after all?

But the thing is, you find that you don't care either way. Because isn't it all a question of perspective? When is a monster an actual monster? Generally speaking, you don't condone murder, of course. But is it still murder if it was done out of the wish to protect someone? You don't think so.

So that leads to a conviction: Even if Lord Sukuna is the one who killed those men who you assume were your father, brother, and future husband, that doesn't make him a monster in your eyes. To everyone else in your village, he might be. But to you, he is the brave man who ensured that the men harming you would never lay a hand on you again. So you could say Lord Sukuna is your hero. Your knight who slayed the dragon.

You don't mind that he has some strange habits or that the way he speaks is a bit odd sometimes, old-fashioned. It is probably because he never really comes into contact with other people. Lord Sukuna lives here alone with only a loyal servant at his proposal.

He seems to be a lonely man in self-inflicted isolation. You tell yourself you would feel guilty at the thought of saying farewell to him, and so you decide you will stay a while longer even though all your injuries have long healed.

And wouldn't you miss him too? Wouldn't you miss the inspiring book discussions the two of you hold? Or the way Sukuna's face lights up when he laughs at a joke you made? When he looks so devastatingly beautiful in the candlelight, it almost makes you cry?

Wouldn't you miss the sweet kisses he shares with you? Stolen kisses in the rose garden at night. Gentle and sweet, but with an ever-growing passion on Lord Sukuna's and your part. The lingering touches when you pass him in the doorway. A brush of his hand against yours in passing by. A strong arm that sneaks around your waist to guide you down the stairs. A smile and an intense look out of those gorgeous eyes that make the fluttery feeling in your stomach and chest intensify.

You would miss all of those things.

And so you stay. Even after that incident in the village and Lord Sukuna's possible connection to it, you stay.

The doubt remains, though. As crazy as you tell yourself it is to believe in such foolish tales as vampires, there are so many weird things about this place and about Sukuna that it's hard to ignore them.

But one particular incident makes you spin out of control.

Lord Sukuna brings you roses all the time. He puts them on your dinner plate or hands them to you with a smile and a soft kiss pressed to your cheek. Those roses from his garden are magnificent, red, and flawless. They never have any thorns.

Lord Sukuna told you that he asked Uraume to cut off the thorns so you won't hurt yourself on them. You always assumed he was just caring and thoughtful.

But then, one night, a single little thorn is left on a rose, and you prick yourself on it.

"Ouch!"

You gasp and lift your hand, inspecting the small cut, where a big drop of blood already wells up.

Lord Sukuna makes a strangled sound next to you. His eyes seem even redder suddenly, glimmering in an unnatural bright scarlet red as they stare at the thick drop of blood on your fingertip.

Before you can do anything, he grabs your hand and brings it to his lips. You can only watch in astonishment, and dawning horror as Sukuna's soft tongue flicks over your finger, licking up that drop of blood.

Your gaze meets his, and you can see a hunger in it that you have never seen before. So intense that it looks almost feral.

Those bright red eyes widen suddenly, and Lord Sukuna drops your hand and hastily takes a step back. Before you can process what is happening, he has already fled the room, and the dark wooden door falls shut behind him with a loud bang.

It's that incident with the rose that keeps you up for hours this night.

You have never seen Lord Sukuna like this. He usually is so calm and in control. So it seems strange to see him so distraught. The way his eyes were burning with hunger. Glowing red like never before. The way he had licked the blood off your finger. His hurried escape afterward. As if he wanted to hide something from you. Or as if he was scared, he did something bad...or would do something bad if he stayed near you.

You sit up with a gasp. Your head is spinning. It is time, you realize. Time to acknowledge those thoughts that have been haunting you for weeks.

What if vampires exist after all? What if you are living with one at the moment?

Suddenly you're filled with an unbearable restlessness, driven by the need to finally discover the truth.

Is there any base for those suspicions? Or are you just getting carried away by crazy thoughts and fantasies? You know what you need. Cold hard facts! More knowledge about this topic!

Only one floor beneath you is the vastest collection of books you have ever seen. So if there is a likely place to find more information about vampires, it will be there!

You are out of bed in seconds, not even bothering to put on shoes or wrap a cape around your shoulders to keep you warm. You just grab a candle holder and leave your room barefooted, only dressed in your thin nightdress.

The luxurious plush carpets feel soft under your feet as you rush through the long corridors and down the flight of stairs. The heavy wooden door closes softly behind you after you enter the spacious library.

You should start your search in the mythological section and then continue to go through the science section and look for medical encyclopedias.

You are so focused on your mission to find a book that will contain the information you seek that you don't see him until his low velvety voice drifts through the dimly lit room.

"Can't sleep, sweetheart?"

You almost drop the candle, your heart jumping to your throat as your head whips around to stare at the big red armchair Lord Sukuna is sitting on.

"L...Lord Sukuna! I am sorry for disturbing you!"

A lazy smirk spreads over his beautiful face, red eyes sparkling in amusement as he cocks his head and watches you curiously,

"Don't worry, darling. You can come here at any time of the day or night. This is your castle too. And I, for one, understand the nightly craving for information and the fantastic world books can offer us. I come here almost every night to read. Can I help you? Are you looking for anything specific?"

His glittering gaze holds yours for a long moment before slowly traveling down your body. Suddenly you become aware of the way you are dressed. Only standing in front of him in your thin nightdress that slips off your shoulders, sitting low on your breasts. Delicate white silk that is too thin for walking around at night at this time of year. 

Your nipples are stiff peaks because of the chilly temperatures, clearly visible through the thin material of your nightdress. You are sure that the snug fit of the dress does nothing to hide your body from Lord Sukuna's gaze.

Your free hand self-consciously tugs on one of the lacy straps, trying to pull it up over your shoulder.

"I... no, I am not looking for anything in particular. I just... I just need something to calm me down, I think. So I can find rest afterward."

The smirk on Lord Sukuna's pretty face turns even bigger, even more dazzling in its beauty. There is something in his eyes and in his voice, a certain sparkle, a specific timbre, that seems almost hypnotic, making you slowly walk towards him when he says,

"Then I have something for you, my dear. Come to me."

You are breathing too fast when you stop in front of the red armchair where Lord Sukuna is lounging, still in the formal and luxurious clothes he has been wearing the whole day. He took off his fine red velvet frock coat and draped it over the backrest of the armchair, allowing you a good look at his muscular figure in the red silk vest and white dress shirt he's wearing beneath it. His thighs in his red silk pants are spread slightly.

He looks gorgeous. Majestic, like a King sitting on his throne. A beautiful and powerful King. A man of such beauty that it makes your head spin.

He smiles at you, mouth opening wide enough to reveal his straight white teeth with the canines that are slightly too long, slightly too pointed.

"Let me read to you, my love. I am sure it will help you feel better. Come, sit."

Your mouth feels dry as you follow the movement of his elegant hand as he pats his muscular thigh, indicating unmistakenly where you should sit.

It's a scandalous offer. Highly inappropriate. Your heart is beating so fast, and you gulp hard. A decent woman would decline politely. It's what has been drummed into you ever since you were a young girl.

But you have left this old life behind. It's not like you haven't done worse things than sit on a man's lap. After all, you have shared many kisses with Lord Sukuna during the last few weeks.

Since he is here, you can't follow through with your plan of doing research anyways. So it won't hurt to spend a little time with him. Wouldn't it be suspicious if you turned down his offer?

And he is so beautiful, so tempting. You have never felt desire stir in your core when interacting with a man before. But Lord Sukuna makes something deep inside you feel so hot.

Before you can think too much about it, you quickly walk over to him and slip onto his lap.

After all, who is here to judge you? Who is here to call you a whore for sitting on a man's lap who isn't your husband? It feels oddly freeing to do this. To let go of all the guilt and strict rules forced upon you, which made you feel like a prisoner in an invisible cage.

Lord Sukuna's strong arms encircle you instantly. He takes the candle holder from you and puts it on the table beside his chair, and then those firm hands land on your waist, always holding you so securely in his arms, always making you feel so taken care of, so safe.

But tonight you aren't wearing several layers of clothes. Tonight there is only a thin layer of silk between your skin and Lord Sukuna's fingers. You can feel their coldness seep through the flimsy fabric, making goosebumps appear on your naked arms.

"Good girl. You don't have to be afraid."

He whispers, his voice as seductive as a caress.

"I am not afraid."

It's true. You aren't scared of him. Even though you came down here to research the possibility of him not being human. But as strange as it seems, you feel safe with Lord Sukuna.

Instinctively you snuggle into his arms, leaning against his broad chest, breathing in the luxurious and tantalizing smell of his perfume. A shy smile spreads over your face as you lift your head to look at him, caught in his spell, mesmerized by his beauty and strength.

He smiles back at you, and his strong hands tighten their hold on you, long fingers sprawling over your waist, thumbs caressing your sides gently. And you catch yourself craving more of his caresses, more of his touch, his kisses, his affection.

Your left hand lands on his firm chest, feeling his muscles even through the layers of expensive clothing. If there is a heartbeat underneath those clothes, you cannot feel it. But you find that you don't care.

You don't care if there is something unusual about Lord Sukuna. You don't care if he might not be human. If being this close to him feels so good even though it is supposed to be wrong, you are very willing to do the supposedly bad thing.

You are willing to let him taint you. To let him steal your innocence. You don't need it anymore. You left all that behind when you left your future husband, your cruel father, and your brother. It feels like for the first time you are truly alive. Truly living for yourself. Truly allowed to be yourself. To feel and to want and to desire.

And you desire him.

You want Sukuna, want to feel more of his muscular body, his firm but gentle touch, his kisses that are so sweet and addictive as if you ran right into one of those absinthe taverns your chaperon always warned you about.

He picks up the book he had been reading when you entered the library, opening it to the page he was currently on. There's a soft smile on his face as he begins to read to you,

"No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be." 

You feel comfortable in his arms, resting your head on his broad shoulder and letting his low sultry voice lull you into a state of blissful drowsiness.

His long fingers are still sprawled over your waist, caressing you lightly through your thin nightdress.

You sigh and open your eyes to watch him. To bask in the beauty of his handsome face, the angular jawline, the high cheekbones. His sparkling jewel eyes focused on the page before him, his full lips moving so gracefully as he reads to you with that seductive voice that makes your heart flutter.

It doesn't take long for you to become bold and cup his beautiful cheek, distracting him from reading, and his pretty glittering gaze lands on you, raising an elegant eyebrow curiously.

His lips lift in a smile right before you cover them with yours.

The book falls from his hand, tumbling down and landing on the thick plush carpet with a soft thud.

But neither you nor Sukuna cares about that. Instead, his hand grabs the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as his lips move against yours, mouth opening to deepen the kiss. You sigh softly when his tongue brushes against yours when he lets you explore his mouth, licking and kissing, groaning when the tip of your tongue comes in contact with the sharp point of one of his canines.

Your breath comes out in soft huffs when the lord's cold lips trail down your neck, teeth grazing over your sensitive skin, making your hips buck involuntarily when his mouth closes over your pulse point, and he starts sucking.

Your fingers find Sukuna's soft reddish-pink hair, running through it, marveling at the way it feels like silk. You cannot get enough of the tingling sensation of his lips on your skin. A gasp fills the dimly lit library when Lord Sukuna's mouth travels further down your neck, leaving soft kisses on your exposed shoulders.

You let your head fall back, giving him better access, leaning back in his strong arms that hold you so safely.

His mouth travels to the low neckline of your silky nightdress, making you shudder in anticipation when Sukuna's kisses caress the curves of your breasts.

You press your chest against his mouth, eager for more. The thought of his lips on your body sends a surge of longing through you. You want more of him, want to give yourself to him in any way he wants.

And then Sukuna pulls the neckline of your nightdress down, freeing your breasts, and making them spill out against his beautiful face.

You whimper needily when his soft lips close around one of your stiff peaks, kissing it lovingly and gently pulling it into his silky mouth. He is suckling on it and flicking his velvety tongue over it in tender caresses that make your whole body tremble with desire.

You never thought this was how it feels to be with a man. All those tales about how it is a disgusting thing that no woman enjoys and only has to do for her husband to please him made you believe it would be bad. But what Lord Sukuna is doing to your body feels so good. Better than anything you ever could imagine in your wildest dreams.

Heat is throbbing between your legs, and you spread them unconsciously, opening them only to feel a wetness between them that you have never felt there before. So slick and hot, throbbing with such intense craving, it makes you gasp and squirm against Lord Sukuna's muscular thigh.

He laughs softly, where his face is buried between your breasts, loving them with soft kisses and licks. And then he pulls away only to capture your lips with his a moment later, meeting you again in a deep passionate kiss.

You kiss him back feverishly, naked breasts pressing against his chest, moaning at the feeling of his silk vest brushing over your sensitive flesh.

One of Lord Sukuna's large, firm hands slips under your nightdress, caressing your knee and slowly traveling upwards. He is so cold, like marble. But his hand stays on your thigh long enough to warm up against your skin until it feels like a human hand should feel.

Your pulse is racing, your head spinning as you let yourself get lost in Sukuna's sweet passionate kiss and the feeling of his strong body against you. You can feel a hardness press against your thigh where you are sitting on his lap, making you feel dizzy with need at the thought of what that means. He is affected by this too. He desires you just as you desire him. It's exhilarating.

And then Sukuna's now warm hand slips further under your nightdress, long fingers caressing your inner thighs, making more wetness coat your womanhood as your thighs begin to tremble.

You gasp loudly when that strong but gentle hand finally reaches your hot wet cunt. 

Your initial reaction is shame. Not because you don't desire his touch but because you are ashamed of how wet you are down there.

You don't know much about the act of sexual intercourse. But what you know so far made you believe firmly that men don't want to touch women down there. That they only use your cunt to bring pleasure to themselves, to sink their manhood deep into it and take what they need.

You try to close your legs, pushing Lord Sukuna's hand away as your face feels hot with shame. 

Sukuna stops, his hand lingering gently between your thighs, fingertips only a breath away from your throbbing heat. You feel his lips on your neck again, showering it with more tender kisses, and then his low voice murmurs soothingly against your skin,

"Don't be shy, my love. Please let me touch you. I want to make you feel good, want to spoil you, my pretty little dove."

"B... but isn't this dirty? You don't have to do this..."

He laughs softly against your skin, the vibrations of his laughter sending shock waves through your body, making pleasure pool even more between your legs.

"I want to touch you, darling. It's the biggest blessing you could grant me to let me touch you like this. May I?"

And you let out a shaky breath and nod, whispering,

"Y...yes, please touch me."

A sob escapes your mouth when his fingers slip back between your thighs, brushing gently over your wet folds, and then your hips buck as those loving fingers rub over a very sensitive part.

He is tender as his fingers travel lovingly over your cunt, gently spreading your lips down there and gathering your creamy wetness on his long fingers, rubbing it all over your folds while soft moans fall from your lips.

His fingers find that place again that makes you cry out in pleasure. He caresses slow loving circles around your swollen nub, making you moan and spread your legs for him, abandoning all earlier shame.

Suddenly you are bold. You want to do more. You want him to do everything a husband is supposed to do to you on your wedding night. You want him to claim you, to make you his, and push his manhood deep into your waiting cunt. No one else but Lord Sukuna should be gifted with your virginity.

"Please take me, Sukuna. I want to be yours, all yours."

There's a fire in his eyes, and his voice sounds rough, full of need as he flicks his thumb over your nub again, making you moan his name as he answers you,

"Then I'll make you mine, sweetheart."

He lifts you as if you are a mere feather. Carrying you over to his large wooden desk and carefully sets you back on your feet, letting you lean against the desk, your back to him. You are breathing heavily, your body brimming with pleasure and nervousness.

Before your nerves get the better of you, Sukuna's strong hands grab the thin fabric of your night dress, his fingers twisting in it, and then he rips the dress off your body in one powerful motion.

The dress slips to the floor, leaving you completely naked in front of The Red Lord. You gulp hard, knowing that his hungry gaze must be traveling over your bare skin right now.

"You are so beautiful, my love. And all mine."

A gentle kiss is pressed to the back of your neck, making you shudder with need, and then you hear the rustling of clothes.

You can't stop yourself from looking over your shoulder, wanting to see him. He is already naked.

He looks like an angel, so glorious and breathtakingly beautiful. Firm defined muscles everywhere, strong arms, and a broad chest. And even down there, he is gorgeous. His cock is thick and long, already erect, resting heavily against the defined muscles of his abdomen.

A dazzling smile blooms on his handsome face when he catches you looking at him. And then he is with you again, stepping behind you, so close that his tall body brushes against your back.

You tremble lightly as his strong hands land on your hips, holding you as he begins to kiss your neck once again. You sigh, relaxing against him, feeling your cunt pulse with arousal, craving him so much that you fear you will pass out.

But Sukuna is there to take care of you, strong and firm behind you, one hand on your hip, the other cupping one of your breasts, massaging it gently, playing with your stiff nipple. And he presses his body against you, his thick cock pushing between your thighs.

He rubs his stiff hard length against you, letting it glide through your wet folds by rolling his hips in a tender slow rhythm. Letting you feel all of him, coating his long, girthy cock with your cream, making it slippery and warm the longer he stays between your legs. You cry out shakily when his gorgeous cock does what his fingers did earlier, massaging your swollen bud.

You are panting loudly by now, your body brimming with pleasure and your face feeling hot as you lean back against Lord Sukuna's broad chest and let him spoil you with his lips and his hands, and his cock.

You're trembling helplessly in his strong arms when the pleasure heightens, and suddenly you get drowned by it, crying out loudly as his cockhead kisses your swollen wet pearl in a way that makes pleasure explode in the little bud. You cling desperately to Sukuna's muscular arms as your body convulses and your cunt twitches and pulses hotly over his thick length.

You have never felt something like this before. It must be what the women in those steamy novels were experiencing with their lovers. And finally, you understand the fascination, the craving to want to feel this again and again.

Lord Sukuna's voice comes out in a low groan when he kisses your neck, and his strong hands caress your breasts with gentle touches. Allowing you to experience that high until the last wave ebbs off.

You turn around in his strong embrace, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him deeply, unashamed now that you feel this bliss. 

You press your naked body against him, whimpering with need when Lord Sukuna pushes your back against the desk, and then he lifts you with a fast, fluid motion, making you sit on the desk with your legs spread for him. You can feel your slick coating the wooden desk beneath you, spreading your heat and arousal over it. But you don't care.

Lord Sukuna's gorgeous cock is back between your folds, caressing you again down there, renewing your arousal. But this time, he leaves your bud after a few strokes and instead settles his thick cockhead at your wet entrance. You tremble for a moment in a mix of arousal and fear. Will it hurt when he takes you? He is so big. 

His cockhead is kissing your tight heat gently, stretching you open around his thick tip for the first time. Your first man, your first lover.

You gasp loudly when Sukuna pushes deeper into your virgin cunt, truly claiming you now. Taking your virginity with a gentle but powerful snap of his hips.

You hiss as a stinging pain makes your legs jerk, but Lord Sukuna stops immediately, long elegant fingers caressing your sides soothingly, and he murmurs against your neck,

"The pain will be over quickly, my love. I will be careful. I'll take good care of you, my sweet girl. You feel so good around me. So warm and wet."

His fingers grab your chin, tilt your face up to him, and he kisses you sweetly as his other hand wanders between your legs to caress those sweet slow circles around your nub again, making your cunt tighten around him as new pleasure surges through you. 

He rocks his hips again, pushing his thick girth into your slick cunt, and your initial pain lessens and gets replaced by a wonderful feeling of being full.

You wrap your arms around him, caressing his muscular back and lifting your hips to welcome him, to let him know you crave him, let him know that he can take you. And he does.

Sukuna groans loudly. His long eyelashes flutter prettily as he moves his hips, thrusting his manhood deep into you and finding a delicious pace that makes you gasp anytime he rams his thick girth back into you, filling you completely.

You discover there is a specific spot deep inside you that makes your body jerk and your hips stutter anytime Lord Sukuna's manhood kisses it. It only takes a short while until your nails dig into Sukuna's back, and you writhe in pleasure against him, feeling hot tears run down your cheeks as the bliss you feel gets more intense with every thrust of his gorgeous thick cock.

But you aren't the only one who gets increasingly lost in the pleasure your lovemaking causes. Loud moans fall from Sukuna's lips, whispered endearments and needy grunts, and then his teeth graze over your neck, and he growls. A sound that sends a shiver down your spine. But not in fear but in excitement.

You cling to him desperately, meeting his powerful deep thrusts, and you catch yourself whimpering,

"Please, take anything you need from me. I want to be yours."

Your mind is hazy with lust, but at the same time, you know full well what you are trying to say. What you are offering to him.

This man in your arms might not be human, and you are fine with it. You want him to show his true self. Need him to do it now that you are as close to him as you can be. Now that you are one with him, filled by his thick cock, your cunt twitching needily around him.

His low voice sounds strained, as if it takes all his strength to hold back.

"You don't know what you're asking for, sweetheart. I can't..."

"I know it, Sukuna. Please...just claim me in every way. I need you to..."

The rest of your words get drowned out by the feral-sounding growl coming from Sukuna. His hands tighten on your waist, and the next thing you know, a sharp pain explodes on your neck.

He did it! He really bit you!

His sharp canines are buried in your neck, drawing blood.

You cry out, but at the same time, intense pleasure washes over you, making your body jerk and your cunt clench needily around Sukuna's manhood.

The pain is gone in a second. Instead, pleasure engulfs you.

You whimper needily, feeling your lover's fangs buried in your flesh. He is sucking at the wound, making your blood spill out, which he drinks hungrily.

You gasp his name, full of longing, and feel something warm trickle down your chest and between your breasts which bounce with every powerful snap of Sukuna's hips.

His mouth leaves your neck to follow that warmth. You realize it is a small rivulet of blood that Sukuna licks up thoroughly, red eyes burning into yours as he looks up at you, tongue flicking over your breasts, licking them clean, moaning at the taste of your life essence in his mouth.

"So sweet, my love. You taste so sweet."

He takes you with even more vigor now, hard deep thrusts that make both of you gasp and moan loudly. A frantic mating, like two animals in heat.

You cry his name when the pressure in your core snaps, and you feel this heavenly bliss wash over you again. The only thing you can do is cling to Sukuna's tall, muscular body sobbing from pleasure while you are coming undone on his gorgeous cock.

His thrusts become faster and harder, making you gasp loudly at the sheer strength he possesses. And then his gorgeous eyes fall shut, and his lips open in a low moan, showing his teeth with the canines that are much longer than usual, looking like a feral beast's fangs, long and sharp with some blood still sticking to them.

You cannot stop looking at him. Sukuna is always stunning, of course, but especially now, at the peak of his pleasure. When his cock is buried to the hilt in your wet cunt as he cums deep inside you. Pulsing his seed into you while your blood is still on his teeth.

You are truly his in every way now.

You are breathing heavily when Sukuna's gaze meets yours, and he captures your lips in a tender kiss before pulling away.

You can't help but look down between your legs, watching in curious fascination as Sukuna pulls out of you. His long thick cock slowly slips out of your stretched cunt, glistening with wetness, coated in your creamy arousal and the evidence of your virginity that he took tonight. Traces of blood paint a filigree pattern on his gorgeous length.

Sukuna moans loudly at the sight, a sound that sends more arousal through you. You want to slip down from the desk, but Sukuna stops you with his hands on your hips. He shakes his head, and before you can ask what he wants, he already sinks to his knees between your legs, strong hands pushing your thighs further apart, exposing all of you to him. His beautiful face disappears between your thighs.

His mouth is soft and tender on your leaking wet heat. He licks and kisses it so gently and lovingly that it makes you cry as your fingers run through his silky hair, lost in the pleasure he gives you.

Sukuna is moaning against your heat as if it brings him just as much joy as it brings you. It's only then that you realize what he is doing. Licking all your virgin blood out of you, tasting the sweetest treat you could offer him.

He kisses a third high out of you, making you whimper weakly as your body shudders and your hips buck as your desire peaks and your cunt twitches against his beautiful face and soft mouth. And Sukuna drinks your pleasure eagerly. Licks your essence out of you as if it is his favorite food.

When he pulls away, you see a faint red stain on his lips. But Sukuna's tongue darts out immediately to lick it up, and his eyes close in pleasure when he gets more of your taste.

As grotesque as it looks, it somehow sends a spark of pride through you. This gorgeous man claimed you in every way. He took your virginity and drank your blood. He made you his like no other man ever could.

A decent maiden shouldn't find this appealing. But you are far from decent nowadays and also not a maiden anymore. The proof of it is still lingering there on Lord Sukuna's tongue.

You don't need to find books about the topic of vampires anymore. You are pretty sure now. All the evidence leads to one assumption: The lord of this castle, the man who kissed you, caressed you and made you his, is a vampire.

And yet you don't leave. You don't even consider it. Because as strange as it may sound, you are happy here in this castle and with The Red Lord.

With Sukuna. Your lover.

He is sweet. He is alluring. He makes you crave him every day. Crave his kiss and his touch and the comfort of his strength and protectiveness.

Love was something you never thought would be possible in your life. A life that had been planned by other people.

Your chaperone had advised you to stop daydreaming about foolish notions like romance. She told you love is something for books or theater plays, but it has no place in everyday life. A woman is supposed to marry a man who her family sees as beneficial, not someone she picks herself and who she loves. She had constantly lectured you that marriage wasn't about love. It was about obedience, learning how to serve your husband, and make his life more comfortable. The sooner you understood this, the sooner you'd be happy.

But that thought never made you happy. The opposite was the case. It made you despair.

But now you feel your chest fill with warmth anytime you think about Sukuna. Your heart beats faster when he is near you. You feel happiness fill you when he smiles at you.

Lord Sukuna is different from how everyone told you a man would be.

He is gentle and respectful. A passionate lover in the bedroom who always makes sure that you find completion and enjoy what he is doing to you. Oh, and how you enjoy it. His kisses and touches are addictive, making you tumble into a hazy blissfulness that sends your head spinning.

But it's not just that carnal aspect that draws you so much to Sukuna. It's the way he treats you in every other aspect too. The respectfulness, the care, the humor. It's the shared interests the two of you have. It's the tenderness that this powerful man allows you to see.

He asks you to keep him company in his library. Invites you to read to him, and in turn, he reads to you. He recites love poems and dark gothic tales in his velvety low voice while his strong arms wrap around you in a loving embrace.

He lets you help him pick new roses for his garden, names them after you, and watches you with pride in those beautiful glittering jewel eyes when you tell him you want to water them yourself from now on.

He plays the piano for you, making tears well up in your eyes at how beautiful and delicate the sounds of his music are. How tragic and heart-wrenching those songs sound. The melodies carry a tale of centuries of loneliness to your ears.

When you ask him with a choked-up voice who composed those pieces since you have never heard them before, he smiles and tells you he is the one who did.

"I had a lot of time to do those things, my angel. But I didn't make music for a long time since it didn't bring me joy to perform for an empty room. I'm truly blessed I can play for you now, darling."

He visits you in your room almost every night. Comes to your bed and wraps you in his strong embrace. His body is so solid and heavy on top of you, but his touch is loving and tender, and he always takes the utmost care of you. He makes love to your whole body, kisses you, and caresses you in all the right places, sets your senses on fire as you gasp his name and come undone on his gorgeous manhood over and over again.

He feels cold to the touch, but his skin grows warmer when he lies with you. That may be why he likes to stay for hours in your bed. And after a few weeks, he doesn't bother getting up again but stays the whole night, wrapping his tall, muscular body around you and holding you to his firm chest.

You have never slept that peacefully before.

You have long accepted that your lover must be a vampire. And yet, Sukuna never admits it. He apologized to you after that passionate night in the library. Apologized for losing control and biting you. Claimed that it was a stupid accident and he never meant to actually drink your blood.

"I am deeply sorry, my love. It was in the heat of pleasure, and I wanted to claim you as mine, give you a little bite mark. But I misjudged my strength. It won't happen again."

You try to reassure him, try to make him see that it is fine. But Sukuna changes the topic anytime you try to confront him. He smiles his most charming smile and ignores your attempts to discuss the matter, distracting you with a new book or a new idea for the rose garden, or, if nothing else works, he just kisses you until you shut up.

You try to come to terms with the fact that you might never be able to get him to confess the truth. But it bugs you. You stare at the beautiful man in your arms, wanting to know everything about him and wanting him to see that you love him the way he is and that he doesn't have to hide from you. 

But how can you achieve that?

And then fate offers you a chance you didn't expect. One of your excursions through the castle leads you to a dusty room in the highest tower, and you stumble upon an old battered box that contains things from a former inhabitant, apparently. Some necklaces and old letters, lacey handkerchiefs, and a pearl ring. But you only have eyes for one thing:

A golden hand mirror.

Your heart is hammering in your chest when you hear the door of your bedroom open and the soft footsteps of the man you love as he makes his way over to where you are sitting with your back to him at your desk.

With shaky hands, you lift the small hand mirror and angle it in a way that lets you see yourself and the room behind you.

Your breath catches in your throat. You see your own face very clearly, but where the reflection of Sukuna should be is nothing.

You turn around in your chair, staring at him with wide eyes. His gaze meets yours. A shadow flickers over his beautiful face, and there is a deep sadness in his gorgeous red jewel eyes.

"So you found out after all."

He sounds defeated. His usually so sultry voice is full of regret as he continues softly,

"You can leave anytime you want, my love. I will arrange everything for safe travel and ensure you find a good place to live and never have to worry about money."

You blink at him, tears gathering in your eyes. It breaks your heart to see him like this, to see the sadness in his eyes.

You drop the mirror, and before Sukuna can utter another word, you get up from your desk so fast that you knock your chair over and send the mirror flying.

But you don't care about the chair or the mirror. You fling yourself at Sukuna. Wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly, pressing your body against his and burying your face in his firm chest as you cling tightly to him.

"No! I don't want to go! I want to stay with you!"

You lift your head to look at him, seeing the surprise flash over his flawless features, the way his pretty eyes widen, and he blinks as if he can't understand what is happening. A tentative cold hand cups the back of your head and gently pets your hair.

"But... aren't you scared of me now, darling?"

He says it as if he can't believe you are still here. That he can't believe you are touching him, holding him, when he expected you to scream and run.

You smile softly at him and shake your head.

"No, I am not scared. What difference does it make what you are, Sukuna? That was what I was trying to make you see. That's why I was so adamant about finding out the truth. I know many people call your kind monsters, but I haven't encountered a single monster since I came to this castle. I only met a very kind man who took me in when I was injured and who took care of me and protected me from the people who wanted to bring harm to me. You aren't a monster to me, Sukuna. The only monsters I have met so far have all been human."

The sadness in his eyes gets replaced by a tenderness that makes your heart clench. Lord Sukuna's hand tightens in your hair, bringing you closer to him. He leans down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead.

His low velvety voice is full of wonder when he says,

"You never cease to amaze me, my love."

You laugh softly as you tighten your arms around him, feeling relief wash over you.

"I love you, Sukuna. Can I please stay with you?"

You can see the warmth in his eyes and the wonderous joy on his handsome features as he smiles at you and laughs softly.

"Of course, you can stay. I will be delighted if you stay forever. I love you too, darling."

The months pass, but here in the castle, time doesn't seem to exist. Not when every day spent with Sukuna is so full of joy. And now that he doesn't have to hide his true self anymore, you are blessed with learning about the life of an immortal.

You love the long evenings you and Sukuna spend cuddling together on the large red settee in the library, naked under a warm blanket, letting your hands and lips explore Sukuna's gorgeous body while he tells you tales about his life. About all the different cultures and traditions he encountered in all the centuries he spent on this earth.

There is no heartbeat thrumming under your palms when you press them against your lover's chiseled chest. There is no pulse when you brush heated kisses over his neck. But there is so much warmth inside you when you are this close to him. And a matching warmth is in his gorgeous eyes when he cups your face and smiles at you.

"One day, I will show you all of this. We can go anywhere you like, my love. People get suspicious if I stay in one place too long. So we will have to keep moving. But you can pick our next destination."

You smile at the implications of Sukuna's words. 

Three days ago, he got on one knee in front of you in the middle of the rose garden, holding out a beautiful gold ring with a ruby as red as his eyes in its center. Now that ring sparkles on your finger.

It's a promise. A promise that you will be Sukuna's companion through countless lifetimes. His beloved bride, who he will turn into one of his kind so the two of you can be together for eternity.

Lovers until the end of time itself.

Thank you so much for reading part two of my Sukuna vampire story! I am happy but, at the same time, a bit sad to leave Lord Sukuna and his gothic castle behind now. It was so comforting to disappear into this world. I hope this story could offer you comfort too!

Thank you so much for all the love I received for this short series! It means a lot to me to see that you enjoyed it! Please let me know what you think about the second part. Comments and reblogs make me happy!

The book Sukuna reads to Reader in his library is "Dracula" by Bram Stoker, a new novel that had just been released, and of course, Sukuna had to get his hands on it to check how Mr. Stoker portrayed someone of Sukuna's kind :) 

#sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #sukuna smut #jjk fluff #jjk smut #jjk x reader #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna fluff #tw blood

[someonefantastic]

so the line in Faith, Hope & Trick where Buffy says that after slaying she “sometimes craves a non-fat yogurt" bugs me (and those on the cangel discord as well) because with the amount of calories Buffy must burn she should be allowed to eat more than just a non-fat yogurt. to rectify that, here are a bunch of food related headcanons:

shortly after becoming the slayer, Buffy realizes that she’s hungry nearly all of the time

we’re talking like wakes up to raid the fridge at three in the morning hungry

Joyce notices too and chalks it up to Buffy being a growing girl and starts preparing heartier meals and stocking up on extra filling snacks

when she starts at Sunnydale, Giles is already prepared

apparently this is a common thing for slayers cause he has drawers filled with protein bars and when she comes into the library after school he usually has a sandwich or wrap prepared and Buffy’s like “sir, I’ve only known you for like a week”

she really appreciates it though

one time when they go on patrol together he has a bag of orange slices and Buffy calls him a soccer mom

Willow is the one who most consistently has snacks though

no one knows where she gets them though, she’ll be wearing a dress with no pockets and not be carrying a bag or anything and Buffy will make a comment about being hungry and the next thing she knows a homemade granola bar is being shoved into her hand

years later Xander is still convinced that Willow learned how to use magic before she actually started actively practicing it just for magic snacks

speaking of Xander, he’s Buffy’s snack buddy

the classes where they sit next to each other, they’ll just pass a bag of pretzels or chips back and forth until the teacher tells them to knock it off

*dead silent room as they take a test* *CRUNCH* “it was Xander!” “Buffy!”

the real reason why Xander becomes snack run guy is because between him and Buffy, Giles’ slayer snack supply is in serious detriment so he makes Xander go because “if you both insist on eating me out of house and home, than at least one of you should go get more snacks” and since Buffy is the slayer, Xander gets snack duty

it means he gets first food pick though so it’s not a bad gig

Buffy has a frequent punch card at Mister Donut

actually they all do

also the nice thing about dating guys with affinities for trench coats is that they have lots of pockets to keep protein bars or trail mixes in, plus since Angel and Spike are on liquid diets so there’s no worry of either them mooching

(side note but after each one winds up in L.A. they’re still finding random food in their pockets--Spike especially has no clue how, he’s a ghost after all. Angel used his to give to scared victims or Cordelia when she was first starting out and couldn’t really afford food. When Spike shows up in L.A. he alternates between throwing the trail mix nuts at Angel and giving his snacks to those who need them)

it’s not just snacks though

Buffy is the first to go back for seconds... and thirds and no one bats an eye

sometimes after they save the world (again), the scoobies will go out to get burgers or whatever fast food is open and Buffy winds up with like six burgers or tacos or [insert food here]

Willow is very generous about sharing her fries

Xander will only share them after being persuaded by the joined forces of puppy eyes from Buffy and Willow

Giles is still ranting about the choice of food in America

the scoobies or Giles or whoever automatically doubling a recipe when Buffy is invited over without giving it a second thought

they all want her to eat as much as she wants without feeling bad about it or worrying someone else won’t get fed

the ones who like to cook or at least can cook have a few recipes under their belt that are high in protein and other stuff to help a growing slayer

by the time Faith rolls around, they’ve got their food game down

Faith is actually really surprised by how quick they are to hand her a yogurt or pull out a sandwich or give her a bagel, sometimes even before she makes a comment about being hungry

not to make this sad but after she starts going dark, she notices how they become less and less forthcoming with their food

this is purely self indulgent but I love the idea of the honorary/secondary scoobies being indoctrinated into the snack life

they hang out with Buffy, Willow, and Xander for like two weeks and the next thing they know they’re carrying around extra food

Cordelia, less than a week after she “helps” Buffy and the other scoobies kill the master “why the hell am I bringing two smoothies to school?”

her housekeeper actually makes really good smoothies though, Buffy is secretly always thankful when Cordelia shows up to school with an extra thermos

Oz just always has beef jerky

Anya is a little less helpful in the snack department but she reads a book on food and nutrition and talks about the merits of calories and proteins and other food stuff for like an hour straight

she means well

also she can’t really cook but she almost always has ice cream to share

and strange cheeses

I feel like Tara would make the best oatmeal raisin cookies, maybe she also has like sunflower seeds and bags of granola on her too

she’s the one who jumps on the snack train the fastest, she hears Willow mention Buffy and snacks once and the next thing they know she’s got her school bag filled

Dawn steals a lot of Buffy’s food

she uses the “I’m a growing girl too. You know... teenager” excuse often

it works usually

not food related but there’s at least two water bottles a person at all times

hydration is important folks

anyway this got really long but I simply love the idea of Buffy being allowed to eat a lot of food without being made to feel bad about it and the rest of her friends/family supporting her fully

#btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy summers #headcanons #the scoobies #rupert giles #willow rosenberg #xander harris #joyce summers #faith lehane #cordelia chase #daniel oz osbourne #anya jenkins #tara maclay #dawn summers #food #food mention #buffy headcanons #let buffy eat #long post

[dreadsuitsamus]

Endless | Sasuke Uchiha & Reader |

author's note: i couldn't really tell you why i wrote this. it's not a reader insert quite like you'd expect, as the itachi x reader portion is in the background. this story focuses on sasuke himself a lot

pairing: sasuke & fem!reader (not romantic) itachi x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of death, angst, some comfort

It's dark and cold as you sit perched in a tree, eyes closed as you wait for a particular chakra signature. You'd retired from shinobi life sometime ago, but after mastering your craft it was like getting back on a bike and riding into the sunset. You wear the headband of your deceased lover as you wait, the line crossed through the leaf symbol almost perfectly.

It gets colder soon and not from the wind, but from the person you're looking for. Your eyes fly open and you descend from the tree and into his path, staring at him impassively. He's got a snarl on his lips and you know he's far gone enough to try to kill you on sight, but Uchiha Sasuke will have to work hard to slay Uchiha Itachi's widow.

"Move." He warns once in that low voice. You can't help but admire how much he looks like Itachi. But where Itachi had a calm presence and was easily a wolf in an Akatsuki cloak, Sasuke didn't care to try and hide just how powerful and dangerous he was.

"Let's talk, Sasuke." You say calmly. "Believe me, I'm not here to fight."

Those dark eyes narrow. What a fool he is to think he wouldn't need his Sharingan to take you down, you think. Even Itachi had to use everything his eyes had to best you during your first encounter, and even then you pinned him with a kunai at his throat and his chakra drained from his body. The memory makes you smile to yourself before gazing back at your young brother-in-law.

"I don't have time to talk." He says, eyeing your headband. You seem like you want to stop him, but you're wearing that rogue ninja headband… And it looks awfully familiar.

"If I have to wear you out before we talk, then so be it. I bested Itachi once; and I can beat you too."

Sasuke falters at that. So it is his brother's headband. He grinds his teeth together, "And I killed Itachi."

In the back of your mind, there's a terrible laugh. To provoke that bear in front of you or not was the question. You know he's young, you believe him to be around seventeen, but at the same time would it be fair to allow him to think he killed your love? Could he truly live with that blood on his hands?

"Hmm." You cock your head to the side. "You're confident."

"Enough." Sasuke's sword is in hand and his eyes burn red. You sigh and shake your head. "You Uchiha men are so difficult."

There's a pause in Sasuke's movements. Why did you say that so fondly?

"Who are you?" He asks blankly.

"I'm the one that kept Itachi alive long enough to face you. I'm also your sister-in-law, if that matters to you."

That gets him. His eyes are wide and his grip loosens on his sword. You fight back your urge to laugh at the poor boy; you know he never would've expected that answer from you.

"How…"

"I met him when he was first getting sick. He placed me under his genjutsu, but found out the hard way it doesn't work on me."

Sasuke still stands dumbfounded before you, and this time you can't help the small chuckle you give. "Sasuke, it's… Nice to finally meet you. Itachi spoke so highly of you and I'd always wanted to get the chance to see you."

Sasuke snaps back to himself. "Even if you are who you say you are, I don't have time for this."

You sigh internally. You knew he'd say that. "I think you should make time. I want to tell you about him as he was when I knew him."

"You expect me to believe you knew him?"

"I'm wearing his headband, his ring…" You take a deep breath. "If you'll just listen to me, I'll prove it to you."

"Five minutes." Sasuke mutters, his eyes on the ground. You hop back into the tree you were in, and Sasuke follows your lead and sits beside you. His chakra is so cold and your heart breaks at the thought of all he went through to get to this point. Part of you is angry at Itachi for his part in Sasuke's trauma; but you could never be more upset with Itachi than he was at himself.

"I met him around five years ago. We were both eighteen and we had a helluva battle." You laugh softly. "If he wasn't so handsome I may have tried to kill him."

Sasuke scoffs. "You, killing my brother?"

You snort. "You don't know my jutsu or my clan, kiddo. Don't try and find out either, unless you don't wanna move for a few hours."

"You did that to my brother and he married you?" Sasuke's voice is flat and his eyes are faraway and glassy.

You chuckle softly. "Not immediately, of course. But he did admire my fearlessness against him. And I knew his reputation. And not to brag but…" You smile some and click your tongue on the roof of your mouth. "I am pretty cute."

Sasuke doesn't laugh, but his shoulders ease up a tad. "You said he was sick."

"He was. My clan is known for being healers as much as fighters, and I could sense illness in his chakra after we fought. I gave everything I could to cure him, but I think ultimately the burdens on his shoulders stressed him out too much, along with his use of the Mangekyo Sharingan. He was losing his sight little by little as well, as I'm sure you saw when you fought him."

Sasuke's chest clutches with an emotion he can't name. You know things about Itachi you wouldn't, had you been just a stranger with an odd play. He was not a trusting nor kind young man in the slightest, but he believes you're real and it shocks him more than his thought-to-be emotionless (minus his anger) brain could bear.

You are the closest thing he has to his brother.

"I never got to know him well." He mutters, gazing to the stars. "He was distant."

You chuckle. "I always did compare him to an aloof housecat. He had a dry sense of humor; he also had a sarcastic streak in him. He wasn't passive, really, he just didn't entertain nonsense and tended to avoid it if he could. I think by that point of his life, he was already feeling like he'd failed everyone he sacrificed everything he had for. So he didn't have it in him to bear anymore weight."

Sasuke's eyes water as you continue telling him about his brother. He'd looked up to his older sibling as a child, and he wanted to be just like him. And then he spent half of his life training to get stronger and kill him, but even then it was Itachi that motivated him. He'd let that man inspire whatever route of his life he was taking, and yet he hardly knew him at all. He was that captivating, for better or worse.

"Oh, and his sweet tooth was terrible." You laugh, looking at the stars with the young man beside you, breaking the tension. "He kept a bag of butterscotch candies in his Akatsuki cloak, y'know."

Sasuke blinks and he even laughs just a tad, and that surprises you. "I kept strawberry ones in mine." He admits lowly, as if he didn't want to admit how human he was. You laugh so much at the thought of these dangerous brothers and their sweet tooths, and Sasuke gazes at you and realizes just how perfect you were for his brother. He can see how you'd slotted yourself into his life and he let you stay.

"He told me about the time you'd gotten yourself stuck in a tree and were afraid to jump down. He said he couldn't understand why you didn't think he'd catch you." You look directly at him now, taking in his features. You bet he had the chubbiest cheeks when he was little.

"I was young." He mutters. "I was afraid he wouldn't catch me and I would get hurt." Oh how he longs for the days where he thought that was the worst hurt he could've felt.

"He'd never let you fall." You murmur. To that, Sasuke scoffs.

"He did let me fall! He shook the tree and knocked me out of it!"

You laugh loudly, having no idea about that part of the story. Sasuke's pouting and it warms you to see such a visceral reaction from him. Truly, they were brothers. "But did he catch you?"

His arms cross and lips twist into a scowl. "... Yes."

You chuckle to yourself, comfortable in the idea that Sasuke believes you by now. "I… I came here tonight with a purpose."

That sends Sasuke back into his cool, defensive mode. "You're trying to stop me from destroying the village."

"Well, yeah." You sigh. "Itachi did everything he did for this place. I'd hate to see that work go to waste."

"It was for naught from the start." He growls.

"He never intended for you to know the truth. Not many people know it, after all. But, he asked me to find you after his death. I sense he may have had reason to believe you would learn the truth, and you did. I couldn't tell you what he wanted me to say or do after that point, but I always interpreted his request as letting you know that you do have family still." You pull a photo from your breast pocket, holding it to him.

The breath is sucked out of him when he focuses on the picture. It's of you and Itachi, and if he didn't believe you already, he would've had no choice but to at this point. But it's the third person in the picture that causes him to bite his tongue down hard enough to stop him from breaking down.

There's a child.

"He has a son." Sasuke says.

"We do." You nod. "He's two now. He's the perfect mix between you and your brother, now that I see you. His cute little nose is identical to yours." You smile and your eyes sparkle as you look at the family photo.

"What's his name?"

"Makoto."

Truth, Sasuke thinks.

"I… Would love for his uncle to see him one day." You murmur and tuck the photo into the inner pocket of his shirt. "If you want that, I could take you now. Or whenever you feel comfortable."

"Not now." Sasuke whispers.

You nod and ready yourself to jump out of the tree. "That's perfectly okay. We live near an old Uchiha clan landmark, I'm sure you'll find it with ease."

Sasuke watches you jump, already envisioning the exact landmark you're referencing. It's the one by a large lake with three tiny, island-like formations in it. He hasn't seen that lake since he was a child. He remembers Itachi teaching him how to swim there.

"I hope to see you soon, Sasuke." You call out before disappearing into the night, returning home to your son.

Sasuke frowns. Who had you kept the baby with? He could've killed you, and then what?? He can't allow you to be a reckless mother, really, why must he have to take care of those older than him…

He doesn't take a second look in the direction of Konoha. He latches onto your chakra signature and is soon running by your side. You hide your smile to yourself, and take him to your quaint little home you once shared with Itachi, whenever he wasn't out on Akatsuki business.

"Who is watching him?" Sasuke frowns.

"I am." You snort, and Sasuke grimaces when your shadow clone disappears. As often as he had to encounter that damn shadow clone jutsu, he had no idea he'd been talking to a clone for so long.

But to keep up the chakra for so long, he muses to himself that perhaps it was for the best that he didn't try and engage you in battle.

Before long he's at your home, and you're sitting on the front steps with the sleeping toddler in your arms. There's a twinkle in your eye and you lead him inside. It's warm, he notes as he steps in and removes his sandals. He looks around. There's a few photos of your family on the walls, and there's a small one he notices on the side table by the couch.

It's of him and Itachi, when Sasuke was maybe a year old. He was slung over Itachi's shoulder and smiling with his eyes closed tightly, and Itachi was looking at Sasuke rather than the camera, a fond look in his eye.

You follow his gaze. "The Uchiha brothers." You hum to yourself, sitting on the couch and cuddling your son close. He's fast asleep but his fingers are still clutched tightly to your shirt, a trait Itachi had as well when he was asleep.

Sasuke doesn't sit down, too uncomfortable in these surroundings. His brother was here, when he was still alive. He'd made a family here, a family he'd left behind to… Fight Sasuke to the death. His fists clench and his jaw is tight.

"Why was he like this?" He whispers angrily, attempting to control his anger and not wake the baby. Itachi gave away everything he ever loved. Did he hold nothing sacred?

"Unfortunately, your brother felt he was a martyr to this world. He believed so much in peace and was a pacifist in this cruel world that wouldn't allow him to be himself." You look at your darling son, brushing some of that dark hair from his face. "Makoto getting the Sharingan would break his heart. What was an achievement for your clan was also his worst nightmare."

Sasuke closes his eyes. Itachi's eyes. They've seen a lot and caused others to see perhaps even more. He'll never forget what looking into those eyes did to him.

"If you want…" You say slowly. "He kept a journal up until his final day. I haven't read a single entry. It's… Too much for me." You wipe at the rim of your eye, and Sasuke sees just how much you loved his brother, can hear it in your voice, your urge to cry.

You sniffle and stand, going to the bedroom and retrieving it from Itachi's bedside table. It's leathery and small, likely kept right beside his bag of butterscotch in his cloak. You kiss your son's cheek and hand it off to his uncle, turning once he's accepted it. "You're welcome to stay the night. Please help yourself to anything in the cupboards or fridge, and the couch pulls out into a bed. The baby's and my rooms are right down the hall. Goodnight, Sasuke."

He doesn't respond, eyes locked into that journal. This was his best chance to get to know his older brother and he couldn't waste it. He settles at the dining room table and reads throughout the night, every last page and addendum and extra little notes he would add in the margins of a page, and Sasuke discovers quickly that Itachi was absolutely smitten with you.

Her smile eases the pain in my chest better than any of these medicines could ever aspire to.

Sasuke cries through the night while he reads the journal, his heart heavier and depression blanketing him rather than anger when he first learnt his brother's truth. Alone at that table, with his brother's innermost thoughts and confessions laid out before him and only ever him, he is again that little boy with a brother he never got to see. His stomach is a pit and he wants to throw up as he sobs, his chest and shirt soaked from his tears.

There's a hole in his chest that can't be filled. He'd give his soul to start all over again, just to see him again, even if it had to end the same way it did.

Dawn starts breaking when he hears the little one's voice for the first time. He's whimpering in his room, no doubt needing a change or a feeding or even just his momma. He doesn't know why, but he stands and follows the noise, tear-stained face and shirt and all.

Sasuke cracks open the door, peeking inside at the baby. The toddler is standing in his crib, whining forlornly. Sasuke is struck by an emotion he can't name (pride?) and he steps inside, staring at Makoto and watching him as he looks right back at Sasuke.

He wonders why he isn't afraid of a stranger, but when the baby smiles he realizes he must think he's Itachi. Sasuke shakes his head lightly and carefully walks to Makoto, his hands on the railing of the crib and his head bent to look at his nephew. He can't believe it… He's got a nephew.

Family.

Itachi's son.

Makoto places his tiny hands on Sasuke's and bounces on his little mattress, a smile on his face. His dark hair is long and his bangs sweep into his eyes, which Sasuke swipes away with a finger. The toddler coos and makes grabby hands, and for whatever reason Sasuke could not tell him no. He picks him up like he knows the kid, cuddling him to his chest and quietly crying into his hair.

His nephew.

He's got something worth protecting. A goal that has no end; he will give his life for Makoto if he has to and he is sure that he'll have no regrets doing it. Just as Itachi would've done for his son. Just as Itachi had done for him.

Destroying Konoha wasn't going to bring around any change for the world this little guy will live in. He now cannot ignore the reality the next generation will be in; he can't allow another Itachi.

"I will protect you from this world." Sasuke mutters his promise to Makoto. The baby seems to shrug and just curls his fingers in Sasuke's shirt, and it brings the touch of a smile to Sasuke's lips.

He will become Hokage, and make the world right for you and Itachi's son. He wonders if this feeling is one of an older brother; he's prideful and scared and doesn't want to let go of the baby.

And when Sasuke gets the chance to ask Itachi during the war, he confirms with a fond smile that it's exactly that.

#sasuke uchiha & reader #sasuke uchiha x reader #itachi uchiha x reader #sasuke uchiha #itachi uchiha #naruto #naruto shippuden #fic

[githkisser]

H'rayn of Verkos

Not revised soree😩😩

oathbreaker/cleric of life/[nondisclosed worship: Orphic cleric]

Name is pronounced "highrend"

192cm/6'3

V.A: Karen Strassman (Shyvana) or Amirah Vann (sevika)

NOTE: her tone is soft, but the way she speaks is poetic and long-winded, sometimes featuring words that don't even exist. Her way of speaking is described by Shadowheart as "githsplaining"

Background: Commandeer-er of the great Red Lady

"Once widely revered amongst your kind, your story pierced the classrooms of many a crèche, your face, legend, and name are known among your own kind. Holding to your true allegiance and seeking comrades in your cause will boon and empower the abilities of those around you, should you stay true to your cause."

Note: The renegade agents are a homebrew gith faction. They hold an extreme proficiency in astral knowledge and have touched the sea of thought itself (they aren't aware of it, they just know what they have been called to do). Because of this, they see reality as it should be (À la the seas interpretation of justice and the right path) and are fervent to beat it back onto the right track. They're excellent spies and like H'rayn they have the potential to shoot through ranks. They are extremely manipulative and charismatic. Renegaders are a chaotic neutral supporting faction with no leader. Individuals within it often sit on the intersections between lawful evil, neutral evil, and true neutral.

Origin backstory dsc

Hatched into the unyielding cold of Crèche Verkos of Vaasa as the weakest of her clutch, H'rayn managed to rouse the fervor of the god queen Vlaakith after slaying a mind flayer as a mere youth, she was the only survivor of her crèche. H'rayn became an agent to the queen, but that was not where her true allegiance laid. Now unmasked as a traitor, hindered by the tadpole, dragonless, and unable to travel between planes, she must find a way to secure the weapon and harness it, all while hot wings of fire rage within her skull in symphony with the tadpole.

Origin introduction preview

"Your eyes meet the one and only un-child, un-child of many minds and one head. I who have slain countless illithid—I who have long feigned faith, reverence, and subservience to a god queen, I who tediously siezed red dragons from their masters and reduced them to hot coals beneath her nose. But she is no longer my fool. Flightless, called 'Hshar'lak', now bound to the material plane and hunted, I must act, or succumb. I will un-shatter and unleash. Zero-sum, I will stir the prince. Even if he kills me."

Recruitment and first interactions

•H'rayn can first be found at mountain pass (X-112 Y-549) speaking with the tiefling Ellyka, disguised as Zorru. The tadpole connection will expose this. The player may either shoot their accusation at 'Zorru', humor the situation, or allow the charade to continue until Ellyka is out of the way or until 'Zorru' decides it's time for the both of them to leave together.

•A passive roll check decides which of the two outcomes happens. The odds are 50/50.

NOTE: if Zorru is killed at the grove prior to this encounter there will be a special dialogue choice mentioning this.

•If H'rayn is exposed here she can be recruited. She will redisguise herself as a youth when first meeting Voss, and all through Crèche Y'llck, claiming that someone of her status need not be pestered by adoring admirers.

NOTE: Voss will oust H'rayn as a traitor to be hunted alongside the weapon. If Lae'zel is not present you can protect H'rayn or expose her disguise. You will have to fight the patrol. Additionally, if Lae'zel is present and exposes H'rayn herself, you can side with the patrol and help them take H'rayn out, She will summon her agents to protect her. If you side with H'rayn, Lae'zel will have to be persuaded to side with her as well (disadvantage if approval is low). This will initiate the patrol fight

•if players miss H'rayn at the mountain pass or do not recruit her, she can be found a final time upon entering Crèche Y'llck through the main entrance, disguised as a 'distressed githyanki youth' being questioned by Warrior Khunaruth(Y-1349 X-834). If the player is a githyanki, they can pass a deception check and claim she belongs to their traveling party (Lae'zel can also be used for this) and save her from the interrogation. Or, they can simply convince Khunaruth to kill her immediately. If there are no present githyanki in your party: you can attack Khunaruth and face the troops guarding the crèche.

•This will be the final chance to recruit her for your party. Once the inquisitors chamber is unlocked/the zaith'isk is used, she will have been snuffed out of her disguise and killed.

•You can either send the 'distressed githyanki youth' to your camp, or you can allow her to temporarily join you for the crèche.

NOTE: if killed by the warrior, a slate will be accessible in the inquisitors chamber detailing her death. If not killed and instead sent to camp, Vlaakith will order Lae'zel to kill H'rayn, wherein Lae'zel willl decide H'rayns fate—or seal her own.

•Disguised as a youth she will begin conversation when examining the comet drawn on the portait of Vlaakith. She will ask that the party take the time to speak to those in the crèche before progressing. If denied to prioritize the zaith'isk, she will head to the classroom alone and wait for you. Should the crèche turn hostile, she will have been killed, not eligible for resurrection.

•Joined in the classroom, she will also demand the player allow her to deal with Varrl. If you refuse her, she will mildly disapprove. If you kill Varrl she will also disapprove. She will approve if you trade Orpheus' slates with him, and disapprove if you threaten him for it.

•She will not reveal herself as H'rayn until waking up next long rest (if in camp) or (if with party) until returning from the prisim/killing inquisitor W'wargaz. The inquisitor will not allow H'rayn to join you inside of the prism, she will be dead when you exit, her body will be at X-1270, Y-673. She will be eligible for resurrection and can be recruited from there.

•If you refuse to recruit her here, she will immediately run off and all chances will have been missed, but her body will reappear inside of the prisim, having died fighting the emperor. The dominated red dragon during the fight with the elder brain will be her dragon, Red Lady.

NOTE: all deaths will yield different dialogue if speak with dead is used on her. She will also begin conversation with you if you read the slate 'Hshar'lak voss' in the inquisitors chamber. Whether you know of her traitorhood(post res) or not will yield different tones and dialogue. Either way she will demand that the party pursue Voss at any cost.

Doubly note: Lae'zels origin guide on the nautaloid, 'Losiir' is a member of H'rayn's squad, who were among the group of dragon riders pursuing the nautaloid. In H'ryans origin, Losiir will come to her aid in the prologue instead of her running into Lae'zel.

•She will abandon the party if you blow up the crèche.

Gear

Note: I don't care WHO the IRS sends I am NOT drawing weapons, rings, or shields!!!

Descriptions, personality, and more below the cut

Armor — Torn Pelage

The arms and many other elements (including most of the shell) of this once regal heavy armor have been torn off to accommodate temperate climates and need for mobility. The belsnick fur around the neck clings to its wearer, begging to remain. Once, it was warm enough to withstand the rages of winters womb.

Gloves — Gauntlet wraps

These bandages are worn. Tattered by desperate climbing and clawing.

Boots — Githyanki renegade shin guards

These shin guards are scorched by the flames of the hells, devolving them into crude shells.

Ring — Claws From the Mother(CFTM)

This ring is hot to the touch. Bound to its wearer. Pulsing around their finger like a twinned heartbeat, or a slowly sucking leech.

NOTE: CFTM cannot be removed from H'rayn. It is linked to H'rayn's great dragon 'Red Lady'. As long as CFTM is active, Red Lady will remain out of reach, trapped inside of H'rayn's mind. Through higher approval, she will confide in the player about this.

Belt — Shorts.

Short shorts! Comfortable. Versatile. Efficient. Always out of the way.

Shield — Githyanki Coutercoup Shield

Shield crafted for specialty githyanki warriors.

Note: Shield cannot be sold. Will receive a disapproval point if tried >:[

Weapon — Githyanki shortsword

the steel of the hilt has been indented with the three fingered grip of its ever close owner, every red gem plucked. It seems to refrain from cutting you as you run your finger along it.

Camp clothes — temperate harem pants

Common item of clothing among githyanki raiders... comfy. Probably.

Personality

Known traitor to her queen, when first met, H'rayns personality will seem no different than Lae'zels, if not far less trusting, especially towards allyship with those who are not the same race as her. It doesn't take her long to soften up to the camp. After all, she's used to losing whole squads and having them replaced.

She is not outwardly xenophobic, but if she is asked about her attitude towards non-gith, she will humor you briefly, read your race to filth and move on. She has much more important things to worry about than debating her perceived superiority.

She is conceited. As a result of this, one of her quirks is that she speaks even to those who would outrank her with her nose up so that she may always look down on those she deems weak. The only who she will not look down on is the prince himself, allies to the comet, and you, should you prove yourself an ally as well.

Given that she is already "tainted" in her eyes from the tadpole, and within proximity of the prisim she won't change, she is open to the idea of using them to her own gain and consuming the tadpoles to become stronger.

She fights her mind, wading between 'two selves' as per her own description. The self she constructed to feign and the self she has always been. One which is erratic, battle hardened and vicious, and one which is far softer and yearns to nurture and protect. Your guess is as good as anyone else's as to which is the real her.

If your relationship is high enough, she will reveal what she did to be ousted as a traitor. Like the emperor, she sought to steal the prism but was the victim of him meddling and exposing her to seek his own triumph.

Here are her mannerisims and a few tidbits about her that I find fun.

•When speaking, H'rayn will use sign language to better process what's coming out of her own mouth. Habit developed partially because she had a deaf renegader before the nautaloid crash happened. She also deaf in her right ear.

•While idle, she will comb her hair, wipe her brow, or fiddle with CFTM.

•when in camp during the day, she can always be seen either reading slates and books. She will write/annotate during the night.

•after Defeating Ketheric Thorm, if the player sits on his throne and she is present, H'rayn will approach and throw the player off of his throne the first time. The second time the player sits on the throne, she will say, "Tut. Stubborn thing." She will approve of this.

Approvals

Though her words will say otherwise, H'rayn approves of general good deeds, showing mercy to those who have not wronged you, helping children and being decent to those around you. She will also approve if you ask her about her attitude towards non-gith, but only if the player is a fellow githyanki, tiefling, or a dragonborn.

She approves of direct action against the absolute and all evil (ex. Attacking moonrise/goblin camp immediately)and double approves of pro-githyanki anti-Vlaakith statements and decisions. She enjoys the company of someone who values written word, aswell as somebody who is stubborn. She will often comment on books picked up within the world.

She will approve of saving the egg in the crèche.

Note: if this is done, eventually she will confide in you about wishing her kind could have mothers in the way that other races do. Relationship wise. She will hatch the egg and keep Ptaris, but only if the egg is spellbound and stolen back from the society.

She disapproves of acts like desecrating remains, betrayal of word, and insulting the faiths of others, unless you are insulting Vlaakiths faithful, of course. She will also disapprove if the player ever flees a battle.

She is indifferent to acts which are taken only to shorten the means to the end, given you can convince her that acts like slaughtering the grove are in fact just that.

Romance

H'rayn will sooner accept romance from another gith than that of a non gith. A gith will be able to start on her romance at some point in act one assuming you get the approval for it. Non gith will get the chance in act 2. She will not be the one to confess feelings, nor does she see the value in doing so.

NOTE: she will proposition a dragonborn/tiefling for sex when asked what she thinks about their species.

She's extremely cuddly and very affectionate for a gith, so when approached for a relationship/at the party after saving the grove, this is what she will propose if your approval is adequate. During this she will get to know you and vise versa while she cuddles (strangles) you :3

She has no interest in carnal desires, but if her partner wanted to engage in such a thing, then she would be interested to do so, once and only once. A non gith partner (excluding dragonborn and tiefling) will have to prove themselves worthy of this by boasting about battles and or other achievements.

Blue choices will sway her

•Having read Necromancy of Thay unscathed

•Defeating Sarth Baretha and her squad

•Saving the deep gnomes from the duegar

•Defeating inquisitor W'wargaz and or Kith'rak Therezynn

•Saving the grove

•Slaughtering the grove

•Saving Mayrina

•Initially saving Barcus

If you have not done anything worthy of boasting about, you will have the option to bring up surviving the nautaloid in hell. To which she will just say "begone, serf."

Once the relationship has reached its peak, she is intense and religious in her expressions of love. She will demand you to never leave her side.

She will give you the option between being called a helot, and a servant. You can accept either one or persuade her to "act normal" to which she will give you the title "little moth"

this successful persuasion will shift the dynamic into a much softer one, but in both dynamics, she will kiss you, but only if you kneel for her. The only time she will kneel to you is if you free Orpheus, or promise to do so.

She will view her treasured one as an object to hold in her possession, especially a non gith partner.(If not titled "little moth") You will have to prove yourself to be "in control of your faculties" and her equal should you try to break up with her. If you fail, she will just laugh, say "no" and end the conversation. Humorously so. This will not lock you out of other romances. She will be salty about it and there will be one chance to ask for her back within the same long rest.

Note: If you explicitly agreed not to leave her side and try to break up with her, she will challenge you in direct combat.

She is not opposed to engaging with the drow twins, but it will not be a pleasant experience for either of the twins.

Note: if you cheat on her with somebody else she will abandon the party.

Notex2: After meeting Voss in Sharess' Caress, if her partner is not githyanki, she will act colder the following long rest and later approach the player and refuse to continue a relationship.

Dialogue will be different depending on if you had tried to break up with her previously. You can pass a performance check to manipulate her into not leaving you. The roll will have disadvantage if you have slept with her.

Note: Depending on your relationship, she will also tell Voss the truth in spite of you, should you choose to accept Raphaels deal and lie about not having the Orphic hammer.

Personal quest: Claws from the Mother

This quest will see that the player has the choice to urge H'rayn back into Oath with Vlaakith, or help her rid herself of her curse for good; to give her the chance to piece back her two selves and free Red Lady.

In her origin playthrough her main quest consists of trying to find a way to lift CFTM, and trying to find a way inside of the prisim once it is secured. Once inside, there is the choice to successfully help the honor guard against the emperor, and then surrender yourself and your entire party to them.

NOTE: This will be her choice if she is not origin, and if she does not like/trust the player.

To lift CFTM, H'rayn has four possible options, two of which are provided by Mizora, glossed over in act 2, and fully proposed in act 3.

•If Wyll is present, Mizora will say she knows "a devil itching his stinky britches for a contract with a githyanki" whom she owes a favor to. To which H'rayn will have the choice to sign away her soul to become a debtor post brain destruction in exchange for the curse lifting.

•If denied, Mizora will instead propose that H'rayn replace Wyll (if he is to be free of his pact) or join him as one of her warlocks.

NOTE: Both of the proposed options above will result in stronger aid during the final battle and several buffs, but H'rayn will not be permitted to leave faerûn.

•(if present) You could have her seek counsel with Gale, and he will then try his best to see if Mystra could help, which she will do if Gale has agreed not to use the crown.

You will recive aid from both Red Lady and H'rayn.

•The final option is to convince H'rayn to sever her attachment to the ring. Player must roll only a critical sucess to pass. You will not recive aid from Red Lady, and you will not recive aid from H'rayn. If you have romanced her (both gith and non) she will break up with you herself.

If H'rayn has CFTM lifted by Mystra, her agents will provide aid in the final battle along with Red Lady

•The gathered Red Lady will shed the ashes from her scales and apply bane for the next 10 turns to all enemies on the field, ignoring all sightlines.

•H'rayn's aid calls upon her loyal agents, they offer the option to modify the ability Kith'raki Inferno to convert fire damage into another elemental type of your choice.

•If her buff to Kith'raki Inferno is not used before the top of the elder brain is reached, this ability will be forfeit and she will use "Greater Red Ladys Sarath" immediately, applying a bless to her favorite allies until they fall.

Allies who will receive bless are as follows:

•Hellrider Platoon

•Hellstalker Yugir

•Battle ready Owlbear

•Florricks Cohort

Note: If none of the listed allies are gathered, H'rayn's renegade agents of the comet will assist their knightly allies: Kith'raki Inferno will recive another charge ONLY if it has been used already, but it will not be eligible for elemental conversion.

Red Lady will appear in camp alongside H'rayn after CFTM is lifted. H'rayns two surviving renegade agents of the comet (Losiir, Gish Sha'naziim) will also join alongside her. These allies cannot be recruited into the party, but H'rayn will gain the ability to summon them. She will only be able to do this once. The player can also engage in dialogue with them to learn more about H'rayn and the renegade agents.

Neophyte Losiir—Fighter/Gloomstalker Ranger

•Wields the githyanki crossbow version of joltshooter, can haste without making the target lethargic

Gish Sha'naziim—Devotion Paladin/Orphic cleric of life

•will wield an incandescent mace and can cast elemental conversion, adding an element of your choice to an allys attacks.

NOTE: Summoning them uses a bonus action, they can be summoned during the final battle.

•When CFTM is lifted the ring will turn into another version that grants the wearer the reaction "Great Red Ladys Sarath" which can be used once per long rest.

•The wearer has the ability to whistle when entering combat. This whistle will apply greater rally to all team members, granting them 14 temporary hit points and giving them +1 to initiative.

Endgame(post CFTM)

She will aggro immediately if you side with the emperor and let him feed on Orpheus, becoming a mindlfayer and feeding on Orpheus will yield the same result (regardless of approval level), and her romance epilogue will be null if Orpheus is turned.

•If she is not present inside of the prisim when Orpheus is assimilated/he turns into a mindflayer, she will appear with Voss and his raiders, along with her remaining agents (Neophyte Losiir, Gish Sha'naziim). She will appear regardless of Orpheus' status.

NOTE: If she has been killed inside of the Prisim, Sha'naziim will replace her role in this scenario.

•If Voss is sucessfully persuaded just before the final battle, he must then passively roll an invisible d20 (Persuasion) to hit a target of 20 (with advantage if Orpheus is present as a mindflayer), If he fails, H'rayn and her agents will turn hostile and will need to be eliminated.

The Red Lady will still provide aid at Voss' order, should H'rayn/her agents die.

NOTE: if CFTM is not lifted, Voss will have disadvantage on this persuasion check.

She will also offer herself to become a mindflayer instead of Orpheus/Tav/Karlach. Once this is done she will surrender herself to Orpheus' blade after the defeat of the brain.

If you want her faithful to Vlaakith(her bad ending i guess. Makes 0 sense for her character), H'rayn has one thread of choices: let emp assimilate Orpheus>Kill Voss, his raiders, and the renegade agents>betray Emperor>destroy brain. Quintuple whammy.

Post brain destruction

If H'rayns curse is still present, she will remain in faerûn, searching for a way to lift CFTM. She will attend the reunion in flesh.

NOTE: This ending will also occur if she accepts either of Mizora's deals, the only difference being there is no more CFTM. She will not attend the reunion if she accepted the first proposal, and you will not receive a slate from her, you will recive a letter from the devil she was signed to.

If all above criteria is met but CFTM is no longer active, and she is not signed to any devil, Red Lady will come to take H'rayn and she will join the other gith. At the reunion she will either project her form, like Lae'zel, or send a slate.

If you have romanced her as a githyanki you can leave with her, no problem

NOTE: Non gith romance endings are contingent on successfully urging her not to break up with you in favor of her own race.

If you have romanced her as a non gith (excluding dragonborn and tiefling), she will urge you to stay behind for fear of her kind flaying her beloved helot/moth on sight.

Tieflings and dragonborns will be able to join her without having to pass a check, and she will gladly go into battle with either. If another race, you will have to persuade her via promising to be careful or to stay out of battle and become something to be taken care of.

All romance endings will allow you and H'rayn to attend the reunion. With a dialogue choice, you will be able to decide if you have heeded and remained out of the battle and githhanki affairs or if you stubbornly fight with her. She will approve with the latter.

•If Voss is successful in calming her when Orpheus has been turned/killed, she will also leave with the other gith. She will not attend the reunion. She will send a slate.

If H'rayn becomes a mindflayer, she will surrender herself to Orpheus' blade. The player can beg Orpheus to refuse, and H'rayn to give life a chance as an illithid.

•If you persuade just Orpheus, H'rayn will not attend the reunion. She will send a slate.

•If you succeed on both rolls, H'rayn will attend the reunion as a mindflayer.

If loyal to Vlaakith, and if she has done everything Vlaakith has asked and denied the influence of the sea of thoughts, H'rayn will not attend the reunion. She will be dead.

Bonus: with H'rayn present, the egg which contains the githyanki child Ptaris can be handed over to Esther and stolen back from the society before he hatches. The party will have 2 long rests to retrieve the unhatched Ptaris after they reach baldurs gate. If they complete the game having taken the egg, and having it in H'yrans inventory, Ptaris will hatch as he does normally, and H'yran will have a beautiful warmongering baby boy who grows at an excelerated rate🤞

•He will also be projected to the reunion party with mommie dearest (H'yran)

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Hii if you read all of this and enjoyed it feel free to ask me about her in my ask box hehe... I really like her and the agents. I've even written some barks, party banter, all speak with dead Q&As (written for both survivng renegade agents too), and dialogue aswell as some of her reunion slates :)

My tummy hurts posting this bro. My twt is transpennywise

#baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #bg3 #githyanki #bg3 oc #baldurs gate art #baldurs gate 3 art #baldurs gate oc #bg3 oc art #githyanki oc #bg3 companions #character concept #oc #original character

[mxnkeydo]

i loved you ‘til my dying day ✧ percy jackson oneshot

✧ summary the war against gaea has finally come. percy and his friends are thrown into the battle, but when something draws him closer to his girlfriend, annabeth, he doesn’t expect it to end like it does.

✧ genre angst, sad

✧ word count 1.4K

✧ warnings foul language, mention of blood

✧ link to main masterlist

✧ a/n ok. so. i actually have no clue what i wrote because the inspo for this came late last night while i was scrolling tumblr and came across this prompt. hope this is okay (even though it is most likely trash heh) also tagging @urfriendlywriter thank you for the lovely prompt! (side note: reblogs would mean the world to me!!)

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Demigods are merely the gods’ pawns, Percy thinks, swinging Riptide in an arch around him. They were used, they were manipulated, and they were laughed at. Being the son of Poseidon is not as great as they all think it is.

And what’s the point when the Fates have it all planned out, anyway? What is so great in defeating all those monsters when you were just destined to die in the end?

He glances at his girlfriend, Annabeth, through all the commotion. Her blonde curls bounce as she moves like a human tornado, and a vicious scowl is seared onto her face. The demons around her visibly back off, unsure of how to approach in a non-suicidal way. In a daze, Percy proudly mutters, “That’s my girl.”

But a single moment of inactivity could cost him his life; a new batch of giants are gaining on him already, smiling like the devil had descended to take his soul. He slashes through them all with his blade, finishing them in a matter of seconds, soon staring at the empty space where they once stood. Their remains – that black, sparkling dust – float to the ground and settle in the grass. It should give him a good feeling, eliminating all of those monsters, but instead all he feels is a certain uneasiness that makes his stomach churn.

Yet, there is nothing he can do about it other than fight. Chiron said earlier that they are helping the gods, but really, they are only helping themselves. After one Great Prophecy, Percy knows that it’s all a lie, that the immortals needed them to stay alive. They managed just fine when it was only them atop Olympus. They were all just lazy and prideful and indolent and Percy has had enough.

As he’s fighting his way to the middle of the crowd he catches sight of Annabeth once more and Percy feels it again; that anxious feeling that has shivers running down his spine, like there’s a ghost breathing down his back. He turns, but there’s nothing there other than more monsters, more demons, more creatures to kill. Almost instinctively, he slices a charging hellhound in half, wincing a half-second later when he realizes it could have been Mrs. O’Leary.

His own power scares him. Percy has never admitted this truth to anyone, not even Annabeth. Sometimes, fighting in a battle was like being twelve years old again, standing back and watching his seventeen year old self slay the bad guys without batting an eye. He used to think it was some great feat, but not anymore. Death, regardless of who died, is still death.

Suddenly, a wind comes rolling their way and Percy can’t help but ease his muscles as he briefly allows it to wash over him. It’s a short, stolen moment that reminds him that the world isn’t all bloody and violent and full of vengeance. It could be beautiful too, if they let it. If they stop destroying, destroying, destroying, and start creating instead. For the first time, Percy wholly understands his girlfriend’s passion for architecture; it’s all about making something new, building something exquisite for the coming generations to admire.

For the third time, he looks at her. He feels a strange pull, like an invisible force yanking him in her direction. Percy knows his instincts are always right, but…

But nothing. His instincts are always spot on. If they tell him to go to Anmabeth’s side, then that’s exactly what he’ll do.

Percy pushes past demigods, both Greek and Roman, as they fight hard—and more importantly, fight as one. In his peripheral vision, he spots Reyna’s long braid whipping out, smacking a monster in the face. Next to her is Piper, looking like a living, breathing death wish. Put a dagger in that girl’s hand, and she turns from sugar and spice to straight up murderous. Percy thinks he sees Grover too, somewhere. His chest does a painful pang at the thought of his best friend, and that they might not see one another again.

Percy’s closer to Annabeth now, only a few feet away. He opens his mouth to call out to her, to let her know that he’s okay, to tell her that they won’t be separated ever again.

And there it is, fiercer than ever. That ominous feeling that something bad’s about to happen. Before he even knows it, Percy flings himself in front of Annabeth with a savage battlecry that manages to pierce his own ears.

Time stops. The world ceases to turn. All he can see is…

Blood.

Deep crimson blood, coming from… his sternum? Percy presses his fingers to the wound deliriously, and feels a sharp point sticking out of his torso.

Percy Jackson, age seventeen. Cause of death: a spear to the abdomen. It sounds ridiculous; he, the demigod that underwent the curse of Achilles, dying from a spear wound? Percy manages a smile as his knees wobble and bend underneath him. Riptide clatters to the ground.

“Seaweed Brain?” Her voice is distant, like he’s underwater. “Seaweed Brain–Percy, stay with me.”

Vaguely, he hears her shout for medics, for someone from the Apollo cabin, for anyone, anyone, who will help him.

“You’re going to be fine,” she assures him, frantically, but it sounds more like she’s only reassuring herself. “Nothing’s going to happen to you. As long as we’re together, remember?”

Percy tries to utter a word, but instead coughs up more blood, staining the dirt around him a sickening red. “Wise Girl, I’m fine,” he croaks with difficulty. His hand still trembling and weak rises to cup her face. “I’m– hey, look at me.”

And she does. Her eyes are red and bloodshot and grief-struck. Her once-tan skin now seems blackened and gray. “You’re bleeding,” she whispers, grabbing his outstretched hand. Her chest rises and falls with deep, desperate breaths as she laces their fingers together and places them on her heart. “I swear to all the gods, Percy, if you love me one bit you will stay conscious, you hear me?” Annabeth’s voice trembles as she tries hard to push the tears back.

“Don’t scold me,” Percy protests feebly. “Am I not in pain?”

“Percy! Do you hear me?”

“Loud and clear, ma’am.” He grins slightly, then winces once his eyes land on the blood pooling from his stomach. Annabeth must have noticed because she lifts his chin and kisses him hard, a year’s worth of passion and desire poured into it. When she pulls away a split second later, she’s full-on sobbing. She presses kisses to his face, to the top of his head, buries her face in his hair.

“Don’t leave me,” she whispers, and then she’s seven years old again. “Please, don’t leave me again.” She hiccups. Then: “Fuck, Percy, why would you do that? Why would you get yourself injured like this?”

“Because I love you, Wise Girl.”

“Percy—“

“No, wait. I love you. I love how your brain’s always whirring with some new plan, I love the sound of your laugh, I love the way you smile at me. I love everything about you. I want you to know.”

“Percy…stop,” Annabeth says softly. “We’re going to help you, please...”

“Remember when I fell into the canoe lake at camp? That was funny.”

“We’re in the middle of a war and you’re making jokes?” Her eyes suddenly spark furiously behind a wall of tears.

“Oh, and remember the time you nearly killed me during sparring?”

Annabeth snorted at that, her lips turning up into a trembling smile. “I destroyed you, admit it.”

“Annabeth,” Percy breathes. “I—I love you. So much.”

“No, you are not dying on me!”

“Annabeth.”

It takes her a moment to respond. “I love you too,” she says with difficulty, like the words are being ripped out of her mouth.

“Tell my mom I love her too, okay? And—and Paul. And Grover. And Frank and Hazel. Chiron, too. Everyone.”

“Percy, no, stay with me—“

He soaks in the sight of his girlfriend one last time—her stormy gray irises, her princess curls—before closing his eyes.

Annabeth shouts for the medic again—a guttural, anguished call, and it’s the last thing Percy hears before he breathes his last next to the pine tree on the border of Camp Half-Blood.

#pjo #percy jackson #oneshot #prompt #writing #annabeth chase #percabeth fic #fic

[tgrailwar-zero]

Look, Rider, I have been listening, I just feel guilty about summoning someone only to drive them out. Yes, we shouldn't have summoned her in the first place, but we did.

Also, I am starting to feel worse every time she acts like a kid if I am honest...

Are we really doing the right thing by killing her? I mean it's probably in part because she looks like a little kid that I am having such trouble. It's hard when it's directly in front of you.

CONSTANTINE: "…Right. The Beast has bewitched you with it's appearance, and you deign to pity it. I understand. Heroic Spirits cannot be children. Nor is the Whore of Babylon a mere child. That thing does not deserve 'guilt', we must…"

He stopped, before crossing his arms with a sigh.

CONSTANTINE: "…Nevermind. Continue your talks with the Beast."

A moment of long, dejected silence hung before PRETENDER sidled up to him, watching as the Emperor gave another attempt to tug his blade free from the sheath to run through DRACO, only to be met with the resistance of the Command Spell.

PRETENDER: "Oho. With that sigh, I'm sure that means you've heard a lot of apologies and not much agreement. Now, I get that we're technically enemies- as you're the Rider of Red..."

PRETENDER: "...Though you're not much of a 'Rider of Red' anymore, are you? Your allies are now your enemies, and everything you say gets brushed off by your current allies. You want to be a hero, but you're tasked with a different part. I mean, if I were you, I'd be furious. I mean, if my enemy openly wished to behead me, I'd want my Masters to do everything to support me- and yet here they are now, with nothing but excuses..."

CONSTANTINE: "There's no reason to be furious. Besides..."

PRETENDER: "Ooh. Want to mark that ego blow, or should I? I'm sure you expected your Masters to rally behind you against evil, not saddle you with performance art and baby the demon, right?"

With an airy laugh, PRETENDER leaned in closer.

PRETENDER: "Listen, you seem like a stand-up guy. But that still doesn't change the fact that your Masters are giving more courtesy to a Beast than to you. Maybe they're already enthralled by it. The power, the opportunity… I can understand you're the type to 'turn the other cheek', but sometimes you need to just do the right thing. You know… like slaying a dragon."

The PRETENDER-Class snapped his fingers, as CONSTANTINE felt a surge of magical energy rush through his body. Compounding his innate magical ability, the resistance to magic blessed upon him increasing exponentially.

He drew his sword. Smoothly, simply, easily. His eyes widened, as he turned back to look at the PRETENDER- who returned the Emperor's surprise with a coy smile and a wink. CONSTANTINE turned to look at the Beast.

Slay a dragon. Like the great Saint Georgios.

He began to walk forward, slowly. The Beast wasn't paying him any mind. Arrogance, made manifest. He felt a myriad of things- guilt, anger, frustration… mostly towards himself. He was given an order, and he was disobeying. Even if it was the right thing, he made an agreement. This was treachery, but…

He began quietly praying to himself.

CONSTANTINE: "Remit, pardon and forgive, O God, our sins committed voluntarily and involuntarily…"

This was the right thing. He could ask forgiveness later, if needed. He shook his head- why feel shame for enacting justice?

By Saint Mary. Saint Martha. Saint Peter. Saint Paul. Saint Michael, who had boldly fought the Dragon in order to bring peace to the world, as prophesied by Saint John. This Beast must be laid low. Destroyed, completely and utterly.

He continued quietly praying to himself as he marched silently onward.

CONSTANTINE: "…By word and deed, knowingly and in ignorance, by thought and purpose, by day and night…"

Closer. Closer. Step by step. Moment by moment.

He raised his blade.

CONSTANTINE: "…forgive all these... for You are gracious and love mankind."

#thgw story #thgw: chapter 4 #main post

[bakerstreethound]

Heart of a Poet

Relationship: Tolya Yul-Bataar x gender neutral reader

Warnings: fluff and hints of sadness

Summary: Nothing could come close to the home you’d been welcomed in as part of Stumhond’s crew. Tolya has been your longest and oldest friend, and with your birthday nigh, it makes your friend wonder what the future may hold. 

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT claim, repost, copy or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Word Count: 1.1k+

A/N: This story is a little birthday gift for my friend @novaracer since I managed to drag them into the Grishaverse with me (not sorry ahaha). I hope you like it, my friend and know Tolya will give you all the platonic forehead kisses that you desire. Just to reiterate I know and acknowledge Tolya is canonically aroace and I wanted to stay true to that aspect of him and hope I did it justice. The relationship depicted here is a purely platonic and caring friendship. Please enjoy! Comments and reblogs are most appreciated! Graphic by @firefly-graphics

“Did you write anything new?” Toyla’s mouth quirks, softening his features more. That’s how it all started between you, the companionship, the bantering, all because of your shared love of poetry. Tamar couldn’t stand it when he burst out lines at the most inconvenient times, but he ended up reciting them to you in the wee hours of the night regardless. 

Sometimes you’d huddle against the wall, the oil lamp between you flickering, your shadows moving along the walls while you both scribbled away and murmured bouts of verse, exchanging suggestions and friendly banter. Those late nights you cherished, Tolya next to you reading away the sleepless nights or the occasional nightmare infiltrating your dreams, slaying them like a dragon. When they got worse, trying desperately to hold you captive, Tolya’s poetry, his light brought you out of the void, providing you with peace, comfort, and companionship. 

Other times, you’d find yourself on the bow of the ship, embracing the sea air, refreshing your mind. It had become your second home. Tolya more so in the times of torment when the nightmares threatened to take you down a time or two. Haunting eyes peering into your own not letting you go screaming terror and murder, dragging you down into the darkest depths. You forgot it all when embracing the sea, infinite, full of possibility. 

Poetry, the sea, Toyla, your privateer band of misfits. That was your life the past few years and you wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

You pull away from your thoughts, resisting the urge to roll your eyes, “As a matter fact, I have a small snippet of something. Perhaps I might recite it to our benevolent captain.” A small smile graces your lips as you watch him bite into a piece of bread, crumbs falling on his shirt. The laugh escapes you before you can stop it, a bewildered look falling upon his face as you shake your head, thoroughly amused. Tolya won’t admit it aloud, but he likes the sound of your laughter, a poetry it’s own, comforting and familiar. 

“I didn’t spill that many did I?” He inquires after he finishes, taking a step closer to the mast you decided to lean up on. 

You shrug your shoulders, leaning your head back against the wood, “Nah not more than usual,”  you reply distracted by the sky. The vastness of it never ceases to amaze you, the stars winking in kind, welcoming you into their secret world one where you were finally free, free from expectations, free to choose your path. No one else to have a say in it but you. 

“What can I say, I get hungry late,” the slight humor in his voice falters at your expression, frozen on the horizon, eyes blank and glassy, lost in memories, another time. “Hey, come on back to me, what’s going through that sharp mind of yours?” 

“Nothing,” you swallow, pulled from the chasm of chaos you’d stupidly allowed yourself to fall in again. “I’m fine. Can we stick to poetry for now?” 

He shrugs his shoulders, letting the matter slip away. “Of course,” he offers you his hand which you accept as he takes you to the other side of the main deck, settling by the railing on the side of the ship, his hands curling over it as he takes a deep breath. Everything is so calm and serene, Tolya’s presence makes you more assured, calm. He’s been nothing if not your most loyal friend through the years and the affection that has developed from it thrums through you, warming your heart. You’re sure he can tell by the way you look at him, when you stand beside him, inhaling the salty air, the silence comfortable between you. 

“You never did tell me it was your birthday again. I thought it happened once a year.” He chuckles and you’re grateful for the distraction. After all the years together, it is easy, both of you in tune to each other, when you need a comfort, a poem or distraction. 

You brush your hand along his gently, his eyes closing at the contact, before replying. “It comes every year and I still do not know why you insist on keeping track. I do not want to be reminded of my limited time here, though yours might be infinite compared to mine.” 

The silence passes longer, the ship groaning at the lapping waves. The rest of the ship is eerily quiet and you wonder what sort of spell has overcome it, the peacefulness of it all is almost unsettling. Yet, you can’t find yourself looking away from Tolya’s face bathed in the moonlight, the internal struggle he has within himself surfacing as he unclenches his jaw. He doesn’t move his hand from your touch.  “It reminds me not to take every day with you for granted. To know your days are more limited than mine. That there’s a lot left to live for while you’re here and I don’t want to think about what the world will be like when you’re not.” 

“Don’t tell me you’ll miss our poetry sessions that much,” you nudge him with your shoulder playfully, but he stands firm, his jaw twitching, taking his hand from under yours and clasping it against his chest. You can feel his heart rate, strong, steady and true. Never was there anyone more loyal to you than Tolya in your life you’ve been through countless adventures through the thick and thin. You couldn’t bear the thought of losing him either, but he had many years, countless, almost fathomless compared to you. What mattered was that you made the most of your adventures together, your friendship cemented by your unbreakable loyalty to one another. 

No words will come to him, how could they now? His books and his faith have always been enough. When he looks into your eyes, your hand he holds pressed against his chest, he feels calmer, more surer of himself. You’re here. You’re not leaving and by the determined look in your eyes, you’re not giving in to the future, the unknown, or the what ifs. You’ll embrace the here and now, the thick and thin.

When you get back to your shared quarters, you settle against the corner where the pile of pillows are where you’d stay up to the late hours of the night practicing your word craft. He pulls you next to him, his hands stroking your hair softly, before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You fall into his touch, drifting as you’re rocked to sleep by the sea and the sound of Tolya’s incandescent poetry, greeted with dreams of happier times, and a future of nothing but the eternal symphony of the sea.

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#tolya yul-bataar x reader #tolya x reader #tolya yul bataar #tolya yul batarr x reader #shadow and bone imagine #grishaverse imagine #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix

[sylvienerevarine]

The Basis of Optimism is Sheer Terror: A Sylvieverse Short

(the title is an Oscar Wilde quote, in keeping with the rest of my Mephala's Thrice-Damned Web shorts. I'll add this on AO3 at some point)

My thought process on this one was "what if Ulfric and Sophrine had a pleasant interaction for once" and then I started reading @thequeenofthewinter's lovely Ulfric story and couldn't resist adding in her character Dahlia. I guess in this universe Dahlia's not the dragonborn, but she is STILL a relatable queen.

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The clock on the wall was ticking so loudly Sophrine’s ears were ringing–or so it felt, anyway, as she and the Jarl of Windhelm stared at one another from across the low stone table. Said table was covered in trays of pastries and a surprisingly nice tea set, but it didn’t seem any less like a war room.

“So,” she said at last.

“So,” Ulfric repeated. “I…appreciate you coming.”

Sophrine doubted this very much. “I was surprised to receive your invitation, I have to say. The last time I was here you very firmly kicked me out.”

Ulfric’s eyes narrowed. “You threatened to breathe fire at me, Miss Aulette. A man in my position cannot be too cautious, something I should think that you would understand…”

“Breathe, dear,” advised the pretty dark-haired woman at his side. She was Ulfric’s new wife, Sophrine knew, a local woman named Dahlia. Elegant as she was, the way she carried herself made it clear she was no stranger to battle. She was some years younger than her husband, yet he seemed almost to defer to her.

“We agreed,” Dahlia went on, “that this would be a friendly meeting. It’s no good for the Jarl of Windhelm and the Last Dragonborn to be bitter enemies, you’ll end up Shouting the entire country to pieces.”

Ulfric sniffed. “I can be friendly, if she can.”

Sophrine racked her brains for friendly topics of conversation, ones that wouldn’t result in violence. In the end, she settled on the one thing she knew the two had in common. “You also studied with the Greybeards, didn’t you?”

“I did, in fact,” Ulfric replied, looking relieved. “For nearly ten years. Sometimes I regret not staying, but I was never suited for the life of a monk.”

Dahlia snickered and elbowed her husband fondly. “He certainly isn’t.”

Didn’t want to know that. “I wish I could have spent a longer time there myself,” said Sophrine. “There was always just so much going on, not to mention my husband and children… but it’s a special place, High Hrothgar.”

“I suppose, with your inherent abilities, your training was more efficient than mine. I could never tell if I progressed slowly because of my own failings, or because those old men couldn’t be bothered to move any faster.” He chuckled. “Does Arngeir still take three hours to drink a single cup of tea?”

Sophrine laughed. “Yes! And it always gets cold halfway through, and he just keeps on sipping, completely focused. I can tolerate freezing cold mountaintops and slaying dragons, but I’ll never be enlightened enough to tolerate cold tea.” She frowned as a thought hit her. “All those years you were studying at High Hrothgar, did you ever meet Paarthurnax?”

“No, I never did. Novices like me weren’t allowed near the fellow. Except, I suppose, a Dragonborn.” Ulfric took a sip of tea and looked at Sophrine piercingly. “What was he like, then? I suppose he’d have to be ancient by now.”

“Well,” said Sophrine, not quite sure how to start. “Yes, he’s quite old. Also a dragon.”

“He’s what?” Dahlia all but shrieked, the pastry in her hand falling with a splat. “As in, an actual dragon?”

The Jarl crossed his arms sternly. “If this is one of your famously terrible jokes, Miss Aulette…”

“First of all, it’s very flattering that my jokes are famous. Second, I’m not lying, I swear. Paarthurnax is as draconic as they come. Wings, scales, horns, the works. You really didn’t know?”

“How could I have? If there’s one thing those old monks can do, it’s keep a secret. I wish…” Ulfric looked, almost wistfully, at a spot above Sophrine’s head.

Dahlia gently patted his arm. “Maybe it’s not too late, Ulfy. Perhaps, after all that’s happened, the Greybeards would allow you to speak to Paarthurnax. Perhaps our new friend has some influence there?” She cast a hopeful glance at Sophrine, who was trying hard not to giggle at Ulfy.

“I might be willing to help,” she said lightly. “Though, of course, I’d need something in return. Shall we say another friendly meeting? Between you, me, and some of the spokespeople from the Grey Quarter? I think it’s high time we addressed that situation.”

Ulfric groaned, glanced at his wife–who nodded encouragingly–and looked back at Sophrine. 

“Fine,” he said gruffly. “But I’m not touching that swill they call sujamma.”

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The Papas cooking for their S/O

Under the cut are headcanons of what I think each of the papas would be like if they tried to cook a romantic meal to impress their S/O, as well as what I feel like they would be like in the kitchen in general, their cooking skills etc! This idea just came to me so I decided to make a post about it.

No warnings or anything just pure domestic fluff :)

Primo / Papa Emeritus I

Primo can cook just fine. He’s not like a five star chef or anything but definitely knows his way around the kitchen

He isn’t super passionate about cooking but he does enjoy it, though he often gets frustrated when his attempts don’t go as planned

Nonetheless he’d definitely try to impress you with his cooking, even if he likes the idea of making you a romantic meal more than he likes actually doing it, he promised he’d cook for you and he’s not gonna back down

Definitely the type of person who follows recipes exactly and isn’t very creative with his cooking, especially when he’s nervous or trying to impress someone, he follows the recipe exactly and is afraid to improvise because he doesn’t want it to go wrong.

Very stubborn however and insists on doing everything himself

Since he’s not very innovative, his food can sometimes be a bit bland or underseasoned but still good or edible at least

Tries hard with presentation but fails and gets frustrated when it doesn’t look exactly like it did in the picture, assures you it will taste better than it looks and it usually does

Definitely seeks your approval but when he sees you eating and seeming to enjoy it, he calms down and becomes very proud of himself

Secondo / Papa Emeritus II

This man is an absolute M A S T E R C H E F. Like, I’m talking five star, gourmet, insane in the kitchen, would put Gordon Ramsey to shame

Probably has an entire library full of cookbooks and is working on writing his own. A lot of his recipes are top-secret ones he invented. The ministry uses his recipes a lot for events

Secondo is already passionate about cooking, but now that he actually has someone to impress? Oh, he’s pulling out all the stops

Will make you the most elaborate five-course meal with the most insanely complicated dishes that you’ve never even heard of before and will serve it to you on a silver platter. 

This man absolutely spoils you rotten

A master of presentation, his concoctions will look less like food and more like artwork that should be in a museum

Get this man a show on Food Network fr

Is so proud of himself when he watches you eat the meal he cooked for you, taking in every bit of praise even though he KNOWS he slayed

Terzo / Papa Emeritus III

Terzo is definitely very much a romantic at heart, an absolute master of dramatic grand gestures and pulling out all the stops to impress you

However this man cannot cook. Like at all.

He’ll literally burn water and manage to ruin even the most simple dishes

But will this stop him from trying? No. Absolutely not

Terzo will insist on cooking a romantic meal for you, get super into it and pull out all the stops and try to make it perfect but he shouldn’t be allowed in the kitchen because this man has no idea what he’s doing.

He’s too stubborn and prideful to admit that he can’t cook and would rather literally burn the house down trying to do everything himself than ask Primo or Secondo for help so he will continue to fuck it up because he just wants to impress you so bad

The definition of “just wing it”

A sucker for presentation, he may not be able to cook but he can at least somehow manage to make it look pretty, even if it tastes absolutely vile

Will come out of the kitchen and present you with something absolutely inedible, the biggest fucking grin on his face

It tastes absolutely repulsive but you eat it anyway and pretend to like it because he looks so proud of himself and you don’t want to ruin it

You end up throwing up afterwards and he feels really bad about it but you assure him that it’s the thought that counts, and that the fact that he wanted to cook for you is really sweet even if it didn’t go as planned

He promises to never try to cook for you again but let’s be real he probably won’t keep that promise

Copia / Papa Emeritus IV

Like Primo, Copia isn’t a five star chef or anything but he can cook just fine and definitely knows what he’s doing

Unlike with Primo though he definitely gets super into it and probably has the most fun with cooking out of any of the Papas

He’ll sing and dance around the  kitchen and definitely is the type who eats some of the ingredients while cooking

When it comes to cooking for you and trying to impress you with a romantic meal he definitely would be super nervous, he’d still pull out all the stops but would be doubting himself the whole time because he just wants to impress you and is terrified of disappointing you

Would either follow the recipe exactly as written or just completely wing it and make up some concoction on the spot, absolutely no in between

His rats definitely help him cook and he feeds them some of the ingredients or will make a separate portion for them (provided whatever he’s cooking or the specific ingredient is safe for rats of course)

Not afraid to ask Secondo for help and in fact probably asks for help way too much, even when he does know what he’s doing because he just gets so nervous and unsure of himself and he wants to impress you so bad

Definitely more of a baker than a chef though, he has the biggest sweet tooth and loves making cookies and cakes and pies

Makes the best cookies tbh

Once he’s served you he would watch you so intently, nervous of what you’re gonna think or say, but when you smile at him and tell him how delicious it is or that he did a good job he just melts

Will definitely try to cook for you again now that he knows you like it

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