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kaissauce · 3 years

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okay, phucker, do it

ok let's do this @rolli-zolli @ninikins

Horrortale: technically an alternate timeline instead of au. after a neutral run where undyne's queen the core malfunctions and food becomes scarce and people resort to eating humans because sans suggested it. Aliza is the protag. latest thing that happened in the ongoing comic was Aliza agreeing to go with Papyrus to solve his last puzzle. as for the appearance of sans he has a HUGE hole on his head and a red eye. he got the hole from undyne when she got his magic eye which was going to be used to power the core. sans didnt die tho and killed the guards holding him down and just took whatever eye was on the ground and used it as a replacement for his magic eye that's powering the core. i quote first words he said after putting the eye in his socket "who the fuck took my phone?". then the magic eye went apeshit and broke the core again. oh and also he made alphys braindead by quite literally scrambling her brain. yeah this au is rough sans hasn't really eaten anything since the core was destroyed since he decided not to eat any humans.

Dusttale: i think this was originally a korean au? basic rundown: too many genocide runs sans goes apeshit and tries to get his Lv up by killing monsters himself man went fuckin insane kills his brother blah blah blah edgy angsty au the ghost of papyrus haunts him n stuff. sans literally just looks the same except he has his hood on and sometimes artists draw him with papyrus's scarf. the cool artists draw him with his hood on and has the hood completely cover his face so u can only see his glowing pupils. although people call him dust sans he's actually named murder sans

Killer: so frickin similar to dusttale except sans goes apeshit because of the human being like "join me lmao". three different outcomes come from this. i think it was 1 sans joins human 2 sans joins human kills human later on 3 kills human or something. friends with color sans who is basically his impulse control. pretty sure his soul's fucked up and Color sans tries to make his soul un-fucked but Nightmare comes in and fucks up the progress. he has white shorts, his eye sockets are constantly pitch black and leaking tar or something also has a weird target thingy on his chest. OH YEAH ALSO HE HAS BEEF WITH UNDERSWAP SANS ALMOST FORGOT. basically swap sans tried to make killer good and then they had a fight, swap sans lost and was on the verge of dying thankfully swap papyrus was able to save him in time i think

Dreamtale: Dream isn't in the drawing but his brother, Nightmare is. Sooo he used to not look all goooy and have tentacles n stuff but then he ate a couple hundred apples and yeah. he's six years old apparently. Nightmare and Dream are supposed to be guardians of a tree that has 500 golden apples and 500 black n goopy apples. the golden aples are positive and the goop ones are negative. you're not supposed to eat either of them cus bad shit happens. Dream and Nightmare live in a village and for whatever reason they're all dicks to Nightmare because ooughh he's the guardian of negativity that's not baller. he also goes apeshit (do u see a pattern here) and eats a goopy apple n then becomes the goop man he is today. he fuckin eats 999 apples jesus christ. and the last one is eaten by Dream because if u eat all 1000 apples u become unstoppable and immortal. so that would be a bad thing if nightmare got the last one. wop wop wop these dude aren't sanses they only have the body of one if that makes sanse.

Error: manlet. he's literally an error and that's why he's like that. also he's technically not a sans now, the redesign for him was so that he could be in the creator's webcomic named Lucidia. Error sans, aka the destroyer of aus, finds aus to be mistakes so he tries to get rid of them. his process of doing this is simple: get the human soul to the void so that they can't reset, destroy the au. he primarily attacks using his strings which can wrap around one's soul and control them. he like some aus like outertale because of how open and empty it is. he likes to be alone and has haphephobia. if u touch him he'll glitch out and possibly crash. he crashes whenever gets overwhelmed. said crashing causes him to shut down and reboot and he's powerless while doing so. he's actually pretty easy to beat if you know how to push his buttons the right way. in the og ask error blog made by his creator Loverofpiggies he kidnaps Swap sans who tries to help Error become a better person. this ends horribly as error leaves Swap sans in the void who then becomes an error aswell due to being alone in the void too long. Error actually regrets doing that to swap sans

Aftertale: OK FUN FACT THE SANS OF THIS AU, WHO'S NICKNAMED "Geno" IS ERROR. aftertale is a comic made by LoverofPiggies it's been SOOOO long since i last read it so i cant really give a good summary. but anyways Geno is trapped in the loading screen with the human and will die if he leaves the loading screen. eventually from being in the loading screen for too long after the events of aftertale he becomes Error.

OOF WOWIE THERE'S SO MUCH TO GO

Underfresh: he's not even a sans either. "Fresh" is a parasite inhabiting a skeleton. his birthday is on 4/20 which is ironic cus he doesn't like drugs. he censors swears. he speaks 90's lingo and dresses like a neon sign. for some reason he has eyebrows and a gold tooth. the glasses he has can change text but normally defaults to "YOLO". he can't feel anything since he has no soul of his own and just latches onto the host's. instead he learns how to act from the people around him. not being able to feel actually bothers him a LOT

Echotale: Aka Gaster sans. uhhh this one was also a comic if i remember correctly. basically Frisk and G!Sans are the only ones in the au and they're trying to find the core to fix the fucked up timeline that they're in but the core keeps changing positions so that sucks.

Swapfell: originally made by Khhoppang who left social media. Started out as an Alphys x Undyne au so only those two were designed but Kh was planning to design more of the characters. before they could people had a field day with the idea of mashing two aus together and SO many people came up with their own designs for sans and papyrus. Khhoppang left social media because they got overwhelmed with all the art reposters and stuff, pretty sad. the appearance of the sans in that au is the purple one with a scythe (i dont think he has a scythe in the og design).

Swapfell Red: so basically this is the swapfell made by people that isn't Khhoppang. community made per se. Sans's appearance changes constantly because as said before many people made many different designs. typically he just looks like Swap sans but with red high heel boots and his color scheme fits underfell

Fellswap (gold): Au made by blackggggum. so swapfell is underswap turned fell, fell swap is underfell swapped it takes a bit to understand that. his appearance is somewhat similar to Swapfell red. He's kind to his friends but if ur his enemy he'll fucking deck you. he's blind in his left eye, the leader of the royal guard, and secretly into dressmaking. fun fact in this au Papyrus has autism

Xtale: uuuuhhhh so Cross is a complicated one. he's part of the royal guard along with papyrus. has beef with xgaster. responsible for the downfall of his au and then Underverse happens and Ink is all "oh cool someone to mess with" and they became friends for a bit then shit hit the fan

Underfell: OOOOO YES UNIRONICALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITES. So Underfell sans is actually a very powerful mf and constantly has his magic eye activated because he has so much magic. This au is also technically an alternate timeline where monsters "lost their humanity" as the creator put it. so basically trust in the underground is scarce. Sans and papyrus, contrary to many interpretations i fucking hate, are actually on good terms (and no sans doesn't call papyrus "boss" the creator said if he does he'd do it ironically and papyrus would hate it). Fun facts he pays Grillby in socks (grillby accepts the socks as payment and wears them), if u make grillby laugh he gives u a jacket that looks like his and it's heavily implied that sans made him laugh because their jackets are similar

Underswap: ah yes another classic that i love as well. originally made by PopcornPr1nce who fled social media because they hated how the majority fandom treated Underswap (Blueberry and Carrot were popular names for the fanon swap papyrus and sans). Swap sans is constantly infantilized by the community which sucks and i hate it so i draw my own very super cool version of him whom i kin because i am also very super cool.

Outertale: mainly an aesthetic au pretty sure there's no comic of it. basically, instead of underground they in space. outer sans dies in underverse after like minutes of screentime lmao

Epictale: a comic made by Yugogeer. the og comic was retconned and the creator loathes the original version and made a reboot that's much better. Sans actually dies very early in it because Yugo hates how Sans is almost always focused on in aus. also the creator hates how meme-y their sans has become (like him saying bruh every single sentence, using a rubber chicken as a weapon, cookies, etc.) he's friends with Cross but not in canon. He has a purple magic eye that makes him immortal and i think only epic gaster could remove it which is how sans was able to be killed when he fought gaster.

Temmietale: it's undertale but everyone is temmie, don't question it

Trainertale: it's undertale but it's Pokemon, don't question it

Dancetale: it's undertale but you dance instead of fight, don't

Mobtale/Mafiatale: im unsure if mobtale and mafiatale are separate or not but they are very similar. basically undertale but mafia it's self explanatory

Undertale: no clue which au is this one, nope not at all/j

Bittytale or whatever idk: so take sans, make him small. boom. never understood this au

THAT BASTARD INK: HOOO BOY SAVED THE WORST FOR LAST. FUCK THIS GUY/j. THIS DUDE. IS THE REASON IM STILL INTO UNDERTALE AUS. I LOVE EM SO MUCH. also technically not a sans. He comes from an unfinished au and ripped his own soul to escape said au and became an outcode. for so long he was just a soulless husk until someone drew him and he got splashed with paint which let him feel. soon he learned to keep the paint in vials so that he can be able to feel 24/7. And then he learned how to create things with a paintbrush and the paint and spent time alone drawing up his own world until a portal appeared and took him to the multiverse. now he encourages artists to keep creating aus. he's the protector of aus in the sense that he keeps other outcodes from disrupting the script of the au, so if it's pacifist and an outcode tries to kill people he'd stop them, if it's genocide and an outcode tried to help them he'd stop them. no matter what he wants the au to stay on script. fun fact the creator of ink and the creator of error never had them interact with each other in canon, that was all the fandom's doing. Contrary to popular belief he's not really considered "good" his alignment is officially "Chaotic neutral". I personally interpret him a lot more chaotic than in canon because it's fun but he's a pretty chill guy actually. he can just be a bit of an ass sometimes. According to the creator of Ink (who is Comyet) his interpretation in Underverse is not canon compliant. one of the biggest canon things that underverse contradicts is Ink deliberately not taking his vials. if he were to do that in canon he'd become a husk again which is the equivalent of him "dying". he was described as a walking corpse by Comyet, without the vials he can't function anymore. Like Error he's pretty easy to beat if you know his weaknesses. also he has fears of empty spaces and being alone

off topic kinda but i very much love how Error and Ink are opposites yet parallel even though they were completely written without the other in mind. Error believes getting rid of aus is getting rid of anomalies. Ink believes people interfering with aus are anomalies. Error loves emptiness, Ink hates emptiness. list goes on it's funky fresh.

also uhhh sanses missing from that drawing that i can name from the top of my head

Seraphim sans, Insans, Dusttrust, He who shall not be named because he's from an 18+ au, Swapswap (yes. that exists), Storyshift, Inverted Fate (very good au i suggest checking it out), Negatale, Oceantale, Template, Pale, Mafiafell, Farmtale

my phone is at 9% y'all are spared from me going on

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harryhandstan · 3 years

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onding

onding (n.)-a heavy fall of rain or snow (in this case snow!)

this was inspired by this request and I thought it would be perfect to include in the A Very Merry Styles Fic Challenge! I cannot take full credit for this one as @tbslenthusiast helped guide me as my wonderful creative director, @taintedwonder was my amazing editor, and @bfharry was my lovely beta reader! honestly owe the title to miss tanya @sunflowers-styles cause she was a huge help with that! I appreciate you all so much ❤

hope you all enjoy!!

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Snow falls rapidly from the sky as you and Harry drive to your destination, neither of you noticing just how fast at first. You were both too excited at the idea of getting away from your busy schedules to celebrate the holidays with Harry’s family for the week.

His hand rests on your leg as he drives, fingers tapping along to the Christmas music playing from the radio. Occasionally offering a gentle squeeze to your thigh and a sweet smile; relaxation already flowing through his body and wrapping around you like a warm embrace.

The snowflakes seem to get larger and fall faster as you get closer to your destination and, as much as you don’t want to burst through his bubble of contentment, you begin to worry about the quick escalation of them. Your mind starts running through all the many possibilities that could go wrong at the idea of the weather worsening the further you travel.

“Harry..are you sure we shouldn’t stop for the night? It’s getting a bit late and those snowflakes aren’t getting any smaller..”

He ducks his head down slightly to look out the windshield and a deep sigh falls from his lips as he returns to his upright position. You don’t miss the way his fingers grip the steering wheel a bit tighter when he says, “Hate to admit it but, maybe you’re right.”

He still hums along to the songs filling the space, but there’s a significant drop in his mood as he takes the next exit with the most promising hotel options. Your hand trails upwards to work over the knot you can already feel forming on the back of his neck from the stress of the situation as he decides which place would be better suited for the two of you to stay in.

You know his source of frustration only lies with the fact that you’re supposed to be at Anne’s house for Christmas dinner the following evening. You can only hope that the weather permits you to be able to still make an appearance on her doorstep at the time she requested you be there. You know she would be just as happy to see her baby boy a day later than he promised, but it would hurt Harry’s heart deeply not to live up to his word.

The clerk flashes Harry a knowing look when he hands over his card and tells him he only needs one bed for one night. It has Harry’s own smirk returning to his face and a blush spreading across yours at the implication. You suppress a giggle as the rest of the transaction is processed, but it bubbles up out of you the second you’re in the elevator on the way to the 4th floor where your room waits for you. Your laughter rings through the tiny space and only stops when you let your head fall against his chest. He loops the arm that isn’t supporting his duffel bag around your body to pull you even closer, smacking a kiss to the top of your head.

“Someone’s sleepy,” He mumbles into your hair, “Y’only get this deliriously happy when you’re tired.”

You pull your face away from his chest to look up at him, “Or when I’m spending the weekend snowed in with my rockstar boyfriend.”

“Y’really think we’ll get snowed in?”

You shrug, “Maybe. Would it be so bad to be stuck here together for a few days?”

He scrunches his nose at you, “Nah..we’d miss dinner and presents at Mum’s though.”

“Anne’ll forgive us.”

He nods in agreement, “Yeah, know she would. Can’t control the weather, can we?”

You try to restrain the yawn that creeps up but you fail miserably and cover your mouth as it stretches across your face. It had been a long day; an early morning flight and the new international time zone making your eyes drop closed just until the ding indicates you’ve reached your intended floor.

You keep yourself pressed close to Harry’s side as you make your way down the hallway to your room. He fiddles with the key for only a moment before you almost tumble through the open door and his hand catches your waist quickly to steady you. Luckily the bed is close by and you plop down across the bottom of it, your own duffel tossed aside on the floor, arms extended wide across the cream colored duvet.

He tugs on your wrist and you quietly whine before you peek one eye open to look up at him. Before he can say anything, your stomach growls, outraged at the idea of not being fed since the quick lunch you’d been able to grab much earlier in the day.

“M’hungry, Harry, think we could find some dinner before we crash for a few hours?”

“Doubt anything’s open this time’a night. Let’s do a shower first and then we’ll raid the vending machine, yeah?”

You’re both too tired to do anything much more than actually get clean under the spray of the hot water. It feels like a blessing on your skin and you let it rinse away any worry you might still have about the weather outside. His long fingers work over your scalp to ensure all the suds from your shampoo have disappeared and your eyes droop closed without your consent. You have to splay one hand firmly on his chest to keep from falling into him and knocking you both down in your exhausted state.

He steps out first, careful to keep his eyes on you as he works a towel over his body to dry off, grabbing another one off the small shelf mounted on the wall to wrap you in before he lifts you lightly up and over the edge of the tub.

“Arms up.” He’s already dressed himself quickly in a loose pair of sweatpants and a long sleeved t-shirt and you silently curse yourself for being too tired to enjoy the view. He gently assists you in completing your own nighttime ensemble by slipping your oversized night shirt over your head and guiding your arms through. You sink into the soft piece of clothing as your fingers dance across the hem of the shirt.

“Hey. Y’forgot something,” He chuckles when you look down at your outfit, confused by what he means. “Up here, love. Kiss?” He requests and bends down so you don’t have far to reach up and indulge his offer. It’s a quick peck, mainly to the side of his mouth, but he doesn’t complain; fingers gently guiding your chin to center his lips over yours, a satisfied hum vibrating through his chest just before he pulls away.

You’re more alert now as you make your way to the small vending area that the two of you had passed earlier on your way to the room. He digs some change from his pocket with the hand that isn’t laced with yours, transferring some of it over to your free hand, before jingling his portion around while he surveys the options in the machine. You’re already loading your coins in, poking the numbers on the keypad, and you eagerly await your snack as it makes its way out of the coils to drop down into the slot.

“Knew you’d go for those.” There’s a lazy smile working its way over one side of his mouth as he watches you bend to retrieve the bag of pretzels.

“They’re my favorites,” You mumble and you tear the bag open, unable to wait until you get back to the room. You rest your head on his shoulder while you wait for him to decide on his own snack, “What’re you gonna get?”

“Well seein’ as you snagged the last bag of those, ya g’nna hafta share.”

“Gladly.” You pluck one from the now partly empty bag and bring it to his lips. He bends to accept it, crunching as he finally adds his coins in the machine.

“I’ll get somethin’ sweet for us to split, how’s that sound?”

You hum in agreement, exhaustion working its way through your body again, your brain too tired to form words at the moment. The coils around his selection unwind, dropping it with a clatter, and you move with him when he bends to collect it.

You’re again thankful for the short distance back to the room and a whispered “oof” falls from his lips when you trip over nothing but your socked feet. His hand loosely clutches a handful of the fabric of your shirt to help steady you until you’re falling back on the bed and scooting up to the top. You tuck yourself under the heavy layers of the sheets and duvet and don’t bother waiting for him as you burrow as deep as you can to get warm.

You don’t make it to dessert, passing off the now half eaten bag of pretzels to him, preferring the comfort of the pillow against your cheek over the bite of chocolate he offers you.

“Reckon y’were right about us stopping when we did,” He mutters as he stares down at his phone, the weather app casting a glow onto his face in the now dimly lit room, “Pretty big snow storm blowin’ through. We might be here a lil’ longer than one night.”

“Hmm.”

He knows you’re mostly gone, sleep overtaking any conscious response you may have been able to provide, and he shakes his head at the sleepy smile on your face. Just as your soft snores fill the space between you, his heart swells at the sight of you resting peacefully; knowing there’s no one else he’d rather be snowed in with than his sweet, sleepy girl.

#averymerrystyleschallenge #harry styles imagine #harry x reader #my writing #sorry it’s so short!#hopefully will have a couple of other things done for y’all later

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eldritchsurveys · 4 years

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810.

1. When or where do you feel safest? >> I feel safest Inworld. I’ve definitely been hurt by things that happened Inworld; I’ve felt loss, frustration, disappointment, despair, all of it. But I feel like I can control the narrative way better Inworld than I could ever do in the outworld, and I always feel supported and cared for Inworld. I can trust the things that Inworlders tell me, and I can actually feel the love they give me. That’s way more than I can say about outworld experience.

2. Do you know anyone who is color blind? >> If so, they haven’t talked about it around me.

3. Are you a fan of The Walking Dead tv series? >> I’ve never watched it, as per my general disinterest with zombie stories.

4. If you could completely renovate or redecorate any room in your house, expenses paid, which would it be and what would you do? >> I mean, I live in an apartment and we’re not staying here forever (or even longer than the next five years, ka willing), so that’d be pointless. I’d save that for whatever house we end up moving into.

5. What do you think about most? >> I’m not sure.

6. Is it hard for you to get over someone? >> It’s difficult for me to process and integrate my negative experiences with people. I don’t know if that’s the same thing as “getting over” someone. But, like... I don’t really have any grudges against Kris, for example, but I still struggle with the effects of that relationship on my already-traumatised psyche. You know? What I’m trying to say is I need a lot of therapy.

7. Are you comfortable asking for help? >> Not entirely, unless it’s about something practical like something adulting-related. When it comes to asking for any other kind of help or support, especially of the emotional or psychological variety... yeah, no. Not comfortable at all.

8. What is something (anything!) that you have tried and would not recommend to anyone? >> Dog biscuits. Unless you’re a dog, in which case I hope you get all the biscuits you can handle.

9. What are some song lyrics or popular quotes that you really, really hate? >> I can’t say I feel that way about anything...

10. When and with who do you have the best conversations? >> I have the best conversations with Can Calah, to the point where I wish I could record them sometimes so I can mull on them later (or share them with other people, or use them as fiction fodder).

11. List a show that most people you know are into, but you don't find entertaining at all. >> I don’t have an answer for this, because I mostly just haven’t seen a lot of the shows that are popular right now. I don’t know if I’d be entertained by them or not.

12. Have you ever had a pet go missing? >> When I was a preteen.

13. What do you think are the most underpaid and overpaid professions? >> I have no idea.

14. Who is the best teacher or professor you've ever had? What made them awesome? >> The only teacher I recall that stood out was my senior-year English teacher, who made class fun by doing stuff like, say, having all the boys compete for who could do the best “STELLA!!!” yell when we were studying A Streetcar Named Desire. He was funny and engaging and liked to tell stories about hanging out in the East Village in the sixties. Also, when we got to Heart of Darkness and it became clear that almost no one in the class could even get through the assigned chapters, he was like “yeah, fuck it” and just moved on to the next book instead of forcing it on us. That was unprecedented to me, I’d become quite accustomed to having school curricula forced upon me. I think he was just a plain old good teacher, and that stood out because I’d had a long string of apathetic at best, awful at worst teachers.

15. If you could meet yourself from ten years ago, what would you say? What advice would you give? >> I don’t know what I would say to my 23-year-old self. I’m not even sure who that person was, or whether they would be at all interested in listening to me.

16. The last pizza you ate: was it delivered to your door, frozen/microwaved, take and bake or eaten at a restaurant? >> It was a frozen pizza by this company called Sweet Earth, and it was fucking delicious for being a frozen pizza. I ate the whole thing in one sitting like a glutton, lmao. Bad idea, but kind of worth it in the moment.

17. How would you like to celebrate your next birthday? >> I’m not sure. My birthday just passed, so.

18. Try to name things you like, starting with each letter A-Z. >> OOF. Okay, let’s see... Absinthe. Bonsai trees. CBD. David Bowie. Eldritch horrors. Fog. Guitar Hero. Hannibal. Internet. James Dean. K___??? Lacrimosa. Metal music. New Orleans. Ocelots. Pie. Quietude. Reading. Statues. Tesla coils. U___??? Vampires. Weeping willows. X-Files. Yellow flowers. Z__???

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tiredoffeelinglost-writes-shit · 5 years

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Bane x Reader fic I will name when I think of one (pt. 1?)

Pairing: Bane x Reader

Word count: 2,338

Warnings: mentions of animal abuse, horribly inaccurate descriptions about canine first-aid

A/n: This was something I had rattling around in my head based on @glycerineclown‘s Operation Spot on AO3. I might post this on AO3 but idk yet. I don’t have any concrete ideas about where it’s going but, hey, it’s going. As always, unbeta’d and feedback is appreciated.

You knew that you shouldn’t have been out alone that late but this time, it was unavoidable. You had agreed to cover a shift for your coworker which resulted in you working 12 straight hours. Now, you knew that may not sound like a lot for some people and it wasn’t like you were a nurse or anything but 12 hours on your feet, dealing with drunk and unruly bar patrons still made you feel dead on your feet.

Turning the last corner, your eyes found a group of people – teenagers, judging by the look of them – beating and kicking something at their feet.

Thinking quickly, you slipped back around the corner and pulled out your phone. A quick YouTube search later and you pressed play.

Police sirens started blaring from your phone speakers. All at once, the group froze, heads whipping around, then took off and left whatever it was on the ground.

You crept closer, unsure if you were more afraid of the group coming back or of the thing on the ground. You decided the thing on the ground was probably a more pressing issue when it started moving.

The immediate flash of fear fought to override your concern but, when you saw it was actually a dog, you pressed on.

The dog looked like it had seen better days. He had a stocky body riddled with dozens of scars and a face marred with even more. His coat was white, save for a strange looking patch of black. It stretched over his muzzle, up between his eyes and ears, before wrapping around the back of his head, and connecting back to the color at his mouth.

His side was smeared with a brown stain that you assumed would be red in the light and there was something wrapped around his muzzle.

“Hey, buddy,” you cooed.

The dog growled, scarred muzzle pulling and bunching into as much of a snarl as possible with the binding. Upon closer inspection, you could see it was actually a length of wire twisted and tied.

He kept glancing back at you as he limped into the shadows of a nearby alley and, against your better judgement, you followed. You turned on your phone’s flashlight and followed the blood drops until you found him, huddled beside a dumpster.

He just stared at you as you got down to his level. Slowly, carefully, as to not scare him, you reached a hand to the wire around his muzzle. You swore under your breath at how tight it was.

“Okay, buddy,” you whispered, “I have to get this off but you aren’t gonna like it.” You stroked a thumb over the fur just beside the wire wrapping. Keeping your movements slow and deliberate, you reached into your bag and pulled out your pocket knife. The dog started growling at the sight of the blade and tried to pull away.

“Hey, shh, it’s okay,” you whispered. “I’m not gonna hurt you. You’re okay.” You kept your tone light. Your puppy voice, unused after not having a dog for so long, slipped through. “Okay, hold still.” As quickly as possible, you wedged a finger under a piece of the wire, not wanting to risk nicking the dog, and slipped the blade in next to your finger before slicing through the wire. All while saying, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” over and over like a prayer.

As you worked, the dog sat still as a statue. It wasn’t until the wire was off that he finally moved, trying to jump away but his leg gave out beneath him.

“Whoa, whoa.” You reached for him but he growled and snapped at you. You snatched your hand back. “Okay, okay. Sorry.”

There was a stare down in the alley for what felt like forever. You broke the silence.

“You know, if you don’t bite me, I can help you.”

The dog huffed.

“Come on, let’s go get you patched up,” you coaxed, holding out your hand and gesturing to the mouth of the alley with your chin, “I’m only one more block up.” You patted your leg and gestured to the alley’s end again.

He sat there, staring at you and seemed to be considering actually following you. Finally, he heaved himself up and followed you out.

It was slow going, him limping next to you and leaning heavily into your leg, but you eventually came to the stairs of your brownstone. With a defeated groan, he collapsed, breathing sharp and unsteady.

You rushed to unlock your door and came back down to crouch beside him.

“I’ve gotta get you inside, buddy, but it’s gonna hurt and I’m really sorry.” You spoke calmly and quietly, hoping to be reassuring as you stripped your jacket off and laid it over him. “Please, don’t bite me,” you whispered before sliding your arms underneath him. “One, two, three.” On three, you rose to your feet and cradled him to your chest. “Oof. You’re heavier than you look, buddy.”

The dog huffed but didn’t growl or snap at you.

You managed to make it up the stairs and inside without incident, kicking the door shut behind you. “Remind me to lock that.”

The dog huffed once more.

Reaching your bathroom, you placed him gently down in the bathtub.

The first aid kit from under the sink and a couple handfuls of towels and rags ended up of the floor and toilet before you took your jacket off of him.

“I’m gonna need to clean at least some of the blood off so I can actually see what I’m working with,” you mumbled.

You ran a washcloth under warm water and began cleaning him, rinsing the cloth periodically and continuing your process until you could see the extent of his injuries. Several cuts along his side, two close to his neck, and one on his hip leading down his hind leg.

“Oh my God,” you breathed, “What happened to you?” Tears sprang to your eyes but you forced yourself not to let them fall. You had work to do. “Alright, buddy, here we go.”

You braced yourself when you began the first stitch but the dog didn’t so much as flinch when the needle entered his skin. Letting the tension out of your shoulders, you breathed a sigh of relief.

Two more stitches without a peep and you paused you hadn’t realized that your hands were shaking until you almost dropped the needle out of your blood-slick fingers.

“Come on, get it together,” you coached yourself. Swallowing around the lump in your throat, you steeled your nerves and soldiered on. The wounds by his neck were tricky but he never moved. The injuries along his side were minor so you bandaged them as best as you could – considering your bandages were meant for people – and moved on to the last one.

The cut on his hip was the worst. At this point, your wet hands were shaking so bad that you were lucky to keep any hold on the small needle but you forced yourself to take your time and concentrate.

After what felt like hours, you were finished and he looked down at his hip, as if inspecting your work. He tried to crane and twist to sniff at it but you stopped him.

“You’ve gotta leave that alone so it can heal.”

The dog seemed to grumble at that but he left the stitches alone all the same and, instead, sat staring at you. In fact, he had been staring at you since you found him. He looked wary. Almost nervous. It was like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“It’s okay, buddy,” you held out your hand to him but didn’t touch him again. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I thought we’d established that by now.”

His eyes didn’t even move to your hand, staring hard at your face. Sighing, you lowered your hand and got to your feet.

The quiet of the bathroom was broken by your rumbling stomach. He tilted his head at the noise. Trying to remember the last time you’d eaten, you wondered how long it had been since the dog had eaten anything decent.

“You hungry?”

At the prospect of food, his ears perked up and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the excited look on his face.

“I don’t have any actual dog food but I’m sure that I can find you something that you’ll like and won’t make you sick.”

He stood up and looked like he was about to jump over the lip of the tub.

“Wait!”

He stopped with a paw on the edge, eyes looking up at you again.

“Don’t fuck up your stitches, genius. Take is easy. Go slow.” Slow and easy were things that your past dogs knew and you hoped that this one understood them too.

Thankfully, he slowly – albeit a bit awkwardly – climbed out of the tub rather than jump.

“Good boy.”

At those two words, his head snapped to you and he stopped in his tracks. The look in his eyes seemed like a mix between surprise and confusion. Almost as if he didn’t understand the words. Like no one had given him such praise before. You wanted to wrap him in blankets and protect him but, at the same time, you felt like you had broken some fragile bubble that had formed around the two of you and hoped, desperately, that you could repair it.

Cautiously, you stepped forward and ran light fingers over his head. He eyes closed and the thready whine he let out squeezed your heart. The heart that was suddenly caught in your throat.

“Come on,” you whispered, once again willing yourself not to let your emotions get the best of you. “Let’s go get some food, yeah?”

The almost-tail-wag you got in return kept a smile on your face all the way to the kitchen.

You grabbed a container of cooked chicken and vegetables out of the fridge for your companion. It wasn’t much but it was one of the few easy, dog-friendly foods you had in the house. A different container of leftover stir-fry was set to be your dinner once you made sure the dog was fed.

It didn’t take long and, within minutes, his gaze was flicking between you and the bowl of food.

“Go ahead,” you nodded with a small smile, “It’s okay.”

Only after you had dug into your own food did the dog take a tentative bite. Apparently coming to the conclusion that it was actually good and not poisoned or anything, he practically inhaled the rest of it.

When he looked up from licking the bowl clean, you were paused with a fork midway to your mouth. A sound, suspiciously resembling a burp, rumbled out of his chest and he seemed surprised by it, if the look in his eyes was anything to go by. You couldn’t help but snort and you finished eating.

With your dishes clean and drying, you moved into the living room. The dog followed like your shadow.

You patted the couch next to you. “You can come up here if you be careful.” Instead, he stretched out on the floor near for feet. “Or, that works too.”

Now that you were finally sitting down, you realized how tired you were, limbs and eyes heavy.

“In about an hour, I’ll check on those stitches,” you struggled to get out around a yawn. But, “about an hour” turned into a couple hours of napping and you didn’t realize you’d forgotten to lock the door until it was too late.

The men moved in silence and you woke with a hand over your mouth and a knife at your neck. Your canine companion was in the middle of the floor growling and eyes flicking from the man with the knife to something you couldn’t see.

“Why are you just standing there?” the man behind you yelled. “Grab him! Grab Bane!” Another man in a ski mask lunged at the dog. The responding snarl and gnashing teeth had him stumbling back and staying there, frozen to the floor, looking warily at the first man. The dog’s piercing eyes turned toward you. Specifically, behind you – at the man with the knife.

He stalked forward, there was no other way to describe it. His steps were deliberate and slow, as if giving his prey time to run. Scarred lips pulled back over gleaming teeth. Gleaming, sharp teeth that a vicious growl broke through. He was terrifying. He let out a sharp bark like a warning. Both men jerked, the knife at your neck falling away.

The dog jumped onto the couch and stood over you. The men looked from you and the dog to each other and back. Your guardian barked again and again before launching himself at the men, causing them to fall over themselves in their rush back out the door.

You sat, frozen, on the couch, sleep-addled brain whirring to make sense of what just happened. The couch dipped beside you as the dog hopped back up. When you turned your gaze to him, he lowered his head and flattened his ears. Slowly, he leaned forward and pressed his nose to the spot on your neck where the knife had almost broken skin.

“I’m okay.” Your voice shook. You cleared your throat and repeated yourself, happy when your voice came out a little more normal. After a few deep breaths, you spoke again. “They were looking for you.” His eerily unwavering gaze met yours again. “Is that your name? Bane?”

You lifted a hand and brought it up to his face but he ducked away and jumped to the floor. With a final look at you, he ran out the still-open door. You practically fell off the couch in an attempt to follow him but, by the time you stepped out onto your cold front steps, he was lost to the night’s shadows.

“What the hell?”

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Peachtober | Day 13: Dragon

Female!Reader x Dragon!Chan

Summary: Seventy five years after the dragon last claimed a sacrifice, he wants another. You. After fighting as much as you can, you decided to let him eat you. However, he has other plans for you. What would it feel like to be the mother of his dragons?

Warnings: HAND OF BUDDHA on the Citrus Scale, dragon sex, two peni for the price of one, cursing, magic, smut, etc

A/N: Reader is lowkey modeled after @therealredraven but I don’t describe anything physical past hair style and height in comparison to Chan.

“Let me go, you scaled beast! I’d rather fall to my death than be held by a brainless brute like you! Now unhand me!” Y/N was currently the most beautiful woman in the village, and so she was the one offered and accepted by the silver scaled being.

However, she wasn’t going to let herself be taken so easily. It did not matter that they were hundreds of feet in the air. Y/N did not want to become a meal for this ancient terror with no brain other than to capture and horde all that he found beautiful. There was more to life than simply beauty. Of course, a numskull beast could not understand that.

Your short hair with a reddish tint billowed in the wind as you were held by the dragon’s onyx talons. Still, you berated his chrome scales with your much smaller fists, bruising the sides of your own hands, but you honestly didn’t care. You wanted...you wanted. Not IT! Not this BEAST!

The Beast called Chan went through the air like a loose ribbon and finally decided to let you go. Ha, you knew it! A creature such as him only wanted beauty if it didn’t come with a fight. You were a fighter. But wait. Oh shit, you were going to die! Well, it was a noble enough death. However, as you closed your eyes, death did not come. Instead, the landing was soft and fragrant

Flowers? Maybe the death was so quick that you didn’t even feel it.

The Dragon wouldn’t be in your Heaven, though. He landed in front of you and growled at you trying to make you fear him. You rolled your eyes and folded your arms.

“Oooo, so scary.” was your deadpan reply.

He huffed in your direction and then looked away, suddenly...shy? You looked at yourself and saw that your chest and most of your skin was bared to the cave, having been torn by the high speed winds.

“This is your fault, you know. As if you didn’t want this.”

The dragon simply pointed to a dresser and left, closing the door. A moment later, the sound of a lock. Taking a glance around, you were set in a bedroom near the window. The carpet was moss, and everything appeared to be crafted out of wood or rock. It wasn’t exactly where you had thought you would be ending up at.

You stood, letting out a huge sigh and decided to keep on your ripped clothing. You would not accept a thing from him even if you were taking your last breath...but it couldn’t hurt to see what was inside the dresser just in case you liked something.

Inside were dresses that were from the previous woman that lived here, no doubt. They were still in one piece. Perhaps he had started getting careless with the later captives, or maybe you shouldn’t have struggled. Poppycock. Hogwash.

“Are you going to pick one, Miss?” a voice came behind you, making you shriek in surprise.

You quickly pulled out a super heavy dress and used it to attack whatever had snuck up behind you so silently. It was much shorter than you had anticipated. Looked sort of like a fuzzy anteater and a bear.

“No need to get ‘oll defensive naow.” It spoke.

“What the fuck are you?” The question came out.

“A potty mouth too. I guess some beauty is only skin deep.” It replied.

You threw all the hat boxes you could, and the small creature began to hop and bounce around using the branches that made up the light fixture.

“Now, now” it complained. “I’m just here to--I’m here to--Could you not? Miss, please. I’m only her to relay--oof”

Bullseye. You had gotten him mid leap and he fell on the floor. So did the remains of your dress. Quickly, you threw the first dress you had pulled over the animal’s moaning body and quickly threw on some trousers and a loose top. Seems like he didn’t care for his meals to have on bras or any undergarments in that case.

The brown creature crawled from beneath the dress, “Please. Please don’t throw any more things! I am just here to relay the message His Master has set upon him. That is all!”

“Fine. What’s the message?” You folded your arms.

“First, introductions. Hello, I am Felix. I am a human who has been turned into a tree kangaroo. Nice to meet you. And you are?” He bowed and then extended his hand towards you.

“I am Y/N, the town’s most renowned storyteller and most beautiful barmaid now that most of them are dead due to your Master.” then you sighed, “And the Dragon Chan’s next meal apparently.”

You huffed and sat on the bed. Mankind could be so cruel and selfish. One second, you can be working for them. Handing them drinks of ale in collected glass and singing songs of tradition because it helps the crud go down more easily. The next, you’re knocked over the head and bound only to wake up tied to the Sacrifice Pole in the center of the town, your speech hindered by the rag tied around your mouth.

And you beg and you beg and you cry for your life until the unmistakable glimmer of silver in the growing sunlight. By then, you’ve lost all softness and don’t even know the word forgiveness and as soon as the Dragon unties you, you kick it where you assume the face would be. It bellows and reels back. You begin to run, but you are scooped up in its talons before you reach the town’s edge.

“There there.” A smaller sounding creature said and tapped your eyes with a tissue. “Please don’t cry. I know you miss your family and your home, but Master is really a nice person.”

Then you smiled at the smaller one, “Thank you for the tissue.”

“I’m Jongin.” He smiled, a fox with darkish fur. “Nice to meet you.”

“Hi.” You sighed. “What now? How long is it gonna take until he eats me?”

Felix stepped forward, “Don’t be in a rush to be devoured, Miss.”

Jongin’s ears went flat and tucked his tail at the mention of the inevitable.

“Just enjoy the few days you have left. Dinner is always at sunset. Your bathroom is down that latter. It is a hot spring and if there is anything we can do in order to make your days here a bit better, do not hesitate to let us know.” The Tree Kangaroo said.

You nodded, “Two things, maybe three. Um. Coffee, tea, and books? I enjoy reading quite a bit.”

Jongin hopped around, “Yes! There are books! I’ll show you! I will. I have to wait until Master unlocks the door, though. You’ll be able to freely roam the Caverns tomorrow. For now, make yourself at home.”

CHAN POV:

Tired but also concerned, Chan bolted upright in front of the fire when he heard Felix come in. He had been draped across his collection of gold and skulls and bones recovering from the rough flight made even more difficult by the braying donkey of a woman he had to carry all the way here.

She had not done much damage to him in air, but when he was first going to introduce himself to her. It had hit his cheek with much force. He hated how they were given to him, all tied up like hogs on spits however vertical they might be. It’s not like he could speak to them, though. His true face was not to be known by anyone other than the one who knew his heart, that extended to his voice.

“Is she settling in well?” Asked the silver dragon.

“As well as someone betrayed by the people she grew up with can be. She’s more angry than anything.” Said the animal who transformed into his human form, sandy brown and rose colored hair being only on top of his head now.

“At me?”

Felix replied, “At everything, it seems.”

Chan used a clawed hand to tap his chin, “I’ll have to give her something for her hands and to help ease her mind. We do have some peppermint leaves left from earlier this year, right?”

“I believe so.” The younger man said. “Shall I make her some tea?”

“Please do. I’d rather not devour her while she is not at her best. The process will take most if not all of her energy.”

“It shall be done, my old friend.” Felix replied. “She’s a firecracker, hmm?”

Chan rolled his eyes, “Yes. She fought me the whole way here. I’m surprised she still has a voice to speak with from all her screaming.”

He laughed, “She threw hat boxes at me. Got me in my snout...she has a nice body, though.”

“Did she not change when you--?”

A shake of the head, “Only after it fell off of her completely. However, I did not see that part since she had knocked me down at that time. Jongin was smart to hide under the bed until he felt it was safe.”

The dragon began to ask a question about the youth, whether or not he had seen Y/N in her tattered clothing leading to partial nudity or not. However, the question was already being answered by his faithful friend.

“Nope. I made sure he covered his eyes.”

“Good. Good.” Then another question, but shy this time. “Is she a good meal then?”

“If I were you, I would’ve eaten her already.”

Chan couldn’t help but hide his smile. Mayhaps she had more to give than the dragon first thought upon inspection.

Y/N POV:

Jongin the fox, Felix the tree kangaroo, and Jisung the squirrel showed you to where dinner was, but it was not yet ready. So the youngest started to pull at the laces of your boots to get you to follow him.

Jongin stopped in front of a white marble door, “Here’s the library. I’m sure you will find your home here. Big bro will bring you some more tea if that is what you want.”

The doors opened to reveal the largest library you had ever seen, although you had not seen very many.

You couldn’t help but gasp and then went to the nearest shelf to look at what books were there. The village library would be burned down nearly every Sunday, and you had to often sell your own private stash in order to be able to eat. They smelled so old and not like charred flesh. Oh, so glorious!

It felt like you were being watched, but when you turned around, there was no one behind you at all. You grabbed several books and took a seat in the red chair to begin your evening. The only thing that would make this better would be some.

“Tea, Miss?” A beautiful square face bowed and offered you a cup.

“Y-yes.”

He set the platter in front of you, and so you mixed in the amount of cream and sugar to fit your taste before sipping. It soothed your throat from all the screaming you had done earlier as you had been carried.

A handsome young man smiled, “I am Hyunjin. Call upon me for anything. Please, enjoy the books, but be careful. Master doesn’t like his books to be ruined.”

“I care more for books than I do my own fucking life.” You replied, holding your current read to your chest.

He smiled, “He’ll be happy to hear that.” With a bow, the man left.

A bushy husky tail the only thing you hadn’t expected to see as it swished behind him as he left. Maybe these last few days of your life wouldn’t be so bad if it could be spent in the library with drinks like this.

The revelry inside the book was soon short lived as Felix came to get you for dinner. You decided to muster up your strength to do the opposite of yesterday. As you faced the Beast, you’d stay silent. You wouldn’t say anything to him. Not a word nor a sound.

Yet as your turned the corner, you gasped, stricken by how incredibly handsome the man before you was. He was the Chrome Dragon. His eyes were the same as the ones you saw yesterday just for a moment. And yet, the reason for your heart racing was completely different. Now you had no choice but to be quiet as you were afraid for your voice to give out mid sentence.

He pulled out the white chair for you to sit on, which you did. His fingernails seemed painted black instead of yesterday’s sharp claws made out of onyx rock. He sat in his own chair with a similar butterfly design on it and the beautiful man from earlier set down a silver domed plate in front for you and lifted the covering to reveal a full plate of fish, bread, and an assortment of vegetables.

The fish section on the Dragon’s plat was much larger. Well, you decided to trust him and dug in. No matter how lovely this whole thing had been, you knew he was going to devour you sooner or later. The light in his eyes would be replaced by darkness, and it’d be your eye that was glazed over and no longer able to see as death took your mind.

“Are you enjoying your time here?” He asked, his voice much more enchanting that you wanted to be.

You had hoped he had the throat of a frog or was as threatening as you believed a dragon’s voice should be, and yet. You wanted to answer him with a smile, to give him your hand and promise him your heart.

What were you thinking?!

You stayed quiet. You had to keep your wits about you lest it mean your death came sooner than planned. There had to be some way to escape. Maybe not back to your town, but to someplace where you didn’t have impending doom waiting for you in the form of being devoured by a dragon with eyes like a storming sunrise and a voice like a gentle sea.

He cleared his throat, “I asked you a question, Miss. Are you having a good time here?”

The way you set your jaw and glared him down showed him that you were in no mood for talking.

Chan sighed, “Well. Um. I saw you enjoying my library. It is rare to find a beautiful girl who also enjoys a good read. Most of my others demanded dresses and jewelry or simply did not know how to read the written word. I remember having taught a few of them before--” he held back a yelp of pain and kicked out his leg.

Nothing was there, but you noticed Jisung scurrying in the opposite direction a few seconds later and wondered if he had anything to do with it.

“My apologies.” He watched you eat and reached for his cup before stretching his jaw. “It seems as though you do not want to use your voice around me today. What happened the the fiery brunette I carried in my claws yesterday?”

You rolled your eyes.

Chan smiled, “I quite enjoy you, Miss, despite your refusal to speak to me.”

Fuck, his personality was cute too.

The night crawled in ever growing silence and sleeplessness. You felt a soft and large fabric being draped upon your frame and the book was taken from your hands and set on the table.

“It’s me. Chan. I feel like the only time I can talk to you is when you’re asleep.” He sighed. “I like you. I know it’s hard to believe but I actually chose which maiden to take this time since when I visit, my human form disguised, you are the most beautiful. The way you tell stories. It made me fall for you.”

He laughed to himself, “God. I’m such a weirdo. Ahem, anyways. I know you probably won’t think the same, but I had to confess my feelings. I’ll try to do so when you’re awake, but there is bad news as well. No matter what your feelings, I will devour you tomorrow. You seem to be back in full health, so things must be done.”

Then he began to walk away, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

The day came and you could feel it, the heaviness of the air. Even the birds did not sing and the sun was shining even though it was simply heat and not light..

You had fallen in love with the Dragon. At least his mind...and his face...and those gorgeous silver eyes of his that has seen all of the universe. Chan. His name was Chan. Not him persay, but with a library like that. It was clear it was all so very personal. From titles alone, you could tell he was not one to lie about his feelings for you.

Some of the stories had been handwritten versions of the ones you told in the tavern. It hadn’t been their choice to sacrifice you or not. He had chosen you.

Then why would he eat you? Perhaps you could come to an understanding of sorts. To make this go smoother, you planned to put on a dress. The one he put out for you. However there was nothing waiting for you today. Instead, Felix arrived alone and turned human in front of your eyes.

“Of course.” You said.

He gave you a weak smile, “I’ve come to prepare you for the ritual, however, Master said to wait after lunch to do so. I suggest you enjoy your remaining hours.”

You spent it in the library of course, simply reading until it was time.

And then it was time. There was no light other than the ones caused by flames on the walls reflecting the crystals on the top. You were led by Felix, wearing nothing but a robe over your nude and freshly washed body. He wanted his meal to be cleaned inside and out before he devoured them.

You had made your peace with life and walked stone faced into the special room that had many places to restrain a body. A wall of what looked like torture devices was near a slab that seemed like it could tilt. A den of many pillows was located on the far side near the flames. Probably for Chan to rest when he was done with you.

And there the man stood with piercing blue eyes that seemed like ice despite the fire in the room.

“Leave us. Do not return until the sun is high.” Chan said.

“Yes, sir.” Said the young man and quickly scurried out.

Then his eyes set on you, “Disrobe, please.”

You untied the knot and let the sapphire silk fall onto the ground. It took everything inside you not to cover yourself with your hands as his eyes raked up your legs up to curved him onwards to linger upon your chest before finally meeting your eyes filled with so much resignation. There was nothing you could do anymore. No way to get out.

His hand held your chin and forced it upwards to look at him lick his lips, “I shall give you a choice. Start from the top or from the bottom first?”

“I don’t care.” You said through pouting lips. “Just make it quick.”

“Sorry, dear. I like to play with my food.” he said, taking you to the slab and binding your arms and legs, making you feel even more exposed.

And you were. Nothing but skin to air and your fast beating heart. The hungry look in Chan’s eyes as he made sure you were unable to move was inciting something inside of you other than fear and in fact caused a perverse kind of anticipation inside of you.

“Mouth or claws?” He asked, grabbing a bottle of something.

“Claws?” You replied.

He shot a smile behind him, “I meant fingers since I do believe claws going inside the human form would be quite uncomfortable.”

“What the fuck are you--eep!” His fingers sunk between your folds, causing your face to blush. “D-Dragon, what the hell? What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

His eyes shot up towards you, “Massaging the meat. It’s no good when you’re tense. So please just relax. I will take care of you, Y/N.”

Chan used his fingers to curl inside of you, bringing tears to your eyes when he grazed the bundle of nerves inside of you. However, you were too nervous to make any noise even though he wanted you hear your moans. He decided to kiss your neck as well, making you moan out in surprise.

“Ah~”

He smiled up at you, “There we go. More like that, beautiful.”

“Ah, ah, that-- It’s--. You’re--oh my god!” Broken sentences tumbled out of your mouth as he caressed you with one hand and finger fucked you with his long digits. His mouth explored your neck and licked at your pert nipples. It felt so good and yet you couldn’t help but let the tears overflow in your eyes.

“St-stop!” You cried out. “Please. If you’re going to eat me, just eat me already.” Your head leaned against your arm with salty water pouring from your eyes. “Don’t...don’t make me feel this way and then kill me.”

“What? Who said anything about killing you?” He gave a smirk. “I will devour you, but not in the most literal sense. A dragon gets lonely, you know.”

You blinked, “Wait, what?”

Chan chuckled as he wiped your tears, “I use that wording in order to get what I want, beauty, no matter how fleeting. Beautiful girls deserve to be cherished and not treated like trash or just used for a quick fuck, unless that is what they want.” He replied. “Why do you think it takes almost 100 years for me to return? Humans have a certain lifespan.”

“Then what’s all this? All this pomp and circumstance for a quick fuck?” You said coldly.

He raised his hand to be right below your ear, his breath ghosting over your skin, “Like I said, women deserve to be cherished. Especially for our first time together.” He then placed a smooch on your chin, making you shiver.

Chan then smiled, “Now then, may I continue? I know what it’s like being left on the edge of an orgasm. Not very pleasant.”

“I...I’m not just a toy, y’know.” You replied.

He growled, “Oh, I know you’ve got a brain up there, but I really want to fuck it out of you.” and moved so that he was straddling your leg, allowing you to feel his length being held in captivity by his very pants.

You swallowed and felt yourself blush, “I guess you can continue.”

“Hmm, but you’ve been so cold to me.”

“Pl-please, Chan. I wanna to cum. At this point, a well placed gust of wind could make me orgasm.” You couldn’t fight the fire which boiled in your lower stomach.

“Then I’ll show you how I properly eat a woman.” The silver eyed man got onto his knees and held your thighs as she shoved his face between then, licking at the wet heat that he himself caused.

Moans and whines left your mouth as you let go of any and all inhibitions to just become his, stars forming behind your eyes as you climaxed into the eager mouth sucking on your clit from below.

The Dragon Chan then licked his lips, chuckling, “Stay conscious, babygirl. We’ve got more in store before the ritual is done.”

The man then released you from the contraption and carried you to the pillows before promptly sticking his lower cock inside of you while the other rubbed against your clit and gliding over your stomach, coating both the inside and outside with his precum.

“Y-you’ve got two?”

He nodded with a giggle, “Yeah. Guess I should’ve told you ahead of time.”

Your fingers clenched at the pillows as he plowed deep inside of you, making you see stars. Chan reminded you to breathe as he fucked the living daylights out of you. It felt as though you mind existed on the edge of reality and Heaven. He kissed your neck praised you for being so good for him. Being such a warm hole for his cock and calling you beautiful. Calling your brain beautiful. He was so, so big. You had never felt so full in your entire life!

“Cumming. I’m cumming!” Chan said and released inside of you, the white heat spreading across your insides and on top of your torso, launching far enough to land on your breasts and face.

You wanted more, though. He seemed to feel the same.

“B-both.”

“What was that?” You asked, your hands clawing at his shoulders still.

“I wanna put both inside of you.” He panted out, his silver orbs searching yours.

Your eyes bulged, “It, it won’t fit. It’s already so tight.”

“You’ve got two holes down here, and I’ve got two dicks~” He chuckled, “But I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.”

You gnawed at your bottom lip and looked away as you said, “K...kiss me first.”

The Dragon slowed his pace, “W-what? Does my baby girl really want the Dragon to kiss her?”

With burning cheeks, you nodded. He was at least 9 inches deep inside you and you still had enough embarrassment inside of you to blush at the notion of a kiss?

“Use your words, baby girl.”

“I want you to kiss me while you fuck me, you idiot!” You looked at him with soft defiance.

After positioning himself properly, he gave you a kiss that felt like all of the magic inside of his body was now a part of you. A surprised moan dripped out of your throat as you felt both your holes being filled up with Chan. It caused you to orgasm and tighten around him. No words, but a breathy fit of laugher followed by a moment of eye contact. Icy chrome had been replaced with the blackness of pupils before a quick glance at lips followed by a dance of tongues as he claimed your entire body.

“You are mine from now on, Y/N. You are my treasure. Worth more than any gold in the world, mine to claim. Mine to devour. Mine.” He said, no doubt in his voice. However there was a tinge of a pleading sound in his vocals.

“I’m yours and you are mine.” You said.

He nipped at your neck and then sucked all over, leaving his markings in the form of bruises, hickeys, love bites.

“Chan. Chan. I love you, Chan.” You said, getting caught up in the moment but honestly meaning it at the same time.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He replied. “I’m going to mark you inside and out.”

“Please,” You said, out of breath but needing to let him know how much you wanted him too. “Gonna--cum!”

“Me too. Me, yah!”

Both of your holes became filled with the Dragon Chan’s cum and he kissed you until he went limp inside. Once he pulled out, he kissed down the center of your body to clean up all of the white liquid on your body and inside. It made your legs quiver. Throughout all of your years, you did nothing but read and work and lived in fear of the very dragon that made you finally feel loved. Your whole body felt like it was numb and vibrating at the same time. The only thing you could do was clutch the back of his head until he came up for air, swallowing his own seed that had leaked out of you with a smile.

“Thank you for the meal.”

“Heh, ya funny fucker.” You said, chest heaving.

He crawled up behind you, wrapping his arm around your neck, letting you hold it, “And guess what? I’m already hard again.” his fingers rubbed over your hips and pulled your leg back over his own before spreading you and entering you once more.

You looked at him, eyes questioning if he was serious.

“Oh, did I not tell you, Y/N? The ritual doesn’t end until sunrise.” He smiled a toothy grin.

“Devour me.” you said before kissing him.

Even though you weren’t sure if your body would be able to hold up that long, you didn’t want him to stop any time soon.

Thank you for reading. This is not my best writing, but I tried not to surpass 10 pages! Still, I truly hoped you enjoyed it!

#Stray Kids #Bang Chan #Christopher Bang #Chris Bang #Bang Chris #Chan x Reader #Reader x Chan #Dragon!Chan #Human!Reader #Dragon!AU

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100 Random Character Development Questions

Detail one secret shame your character feels.

Dozens of times, in varying situations, Madison’s upset his friends in the normal way, that friends do, when just by being themselves they rub the wrong way with someone who isn’t exactly like them. The problem is that he takes these mistakes extremely seriously, blames himself for not knowing exactly what they wanted and acting accordingly, and feels a need to fix himself in order to never upset the given person again in the future. Whether his friends are actually upset and about what is a grey area that he’s constantly drawing assumptions from, and said friends might disagree with his assessment, but in every instance, willing to do anything to keep them all from giving up on him or hurting him to make him go away, as he believes he deserves, Madison promises to do and be better in the future.In his own eyes, he’s broken this promise dozens of times over. All the things he promises to change or stop are neutral elements of his personality and mental illness twisted into unforgivable flaws inside his own head, or inherent urges written into his angel programming that he blames himself for not being good enough to bypass. The fact that he repeatedly makes these “horrible mistakes” and then is incapable of successfully changing or erasing the part of himself that “caused the problem” is seen as a huge flaw in its own right, inherently selfish that he “refuses” to alter his thought processes to make someone he cares about happier. His friends like him the way he is, of course, and rarely seem to take that promise seriously, but Madison knows that he lied to everyone at some point, and the self-hatred and shame from being built of flaws that he seemingly doesn’t care enough to get rid of, even when they hurt those he loves, has eaten him for a long time. The unkeepable promises just add to that; though he’d never remind anyone he made them.

What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen?

Mads hasn’t seen a lot of things, and would call a few different unrelated events equally “the most beautiful thing”, including his first sunset, his wife, his ward’s birth, the storm he flew into, most of his friends and their neat abilities, he thinks lots of things are beautiful, stuff like that. But one thing always stuck with him, and though he wouldn’t admit it since it seems self-absorbed and arrogant, witnessing his soul’s healing ability activate for the first time, in the context it did, would rank at the top. He didn’t know it existed at all before the power was urgently needed to save Seculus, but the clouds of colorful buzzing light that surrounded them, combined with Sec’s visible improvement and the knowledge that Madison was the one doing this, that he was finally capable of helping his friend (and finally good for something); that stuck with him. Though, he would say that Sec’s look of joy and relief was the most beautiful thing in this situation.

What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person?

Oof! Oof!! In Madison’s professional opinion, robbing a person of their free will and ability to choose is bad enough, but the worst thing is going further, taking their memories, and identity, planting desired patterns of thought and mental blocks and traps to keep them from so much as thinking about specific inconvenient things without pain, conditioning them to have certain feelings toward certain things or maybe none at all, punishing them with temporary nonexistence and reinforcement of this programming for every hint of rebellion, pressing and shaping them into the preferred shape until they’re incapable of functioning whatsoever without being controlled and directed. Until they’re something completely different, empty but conscious, molded into a subhuman tool by whoever thought they had the right. Essentially, the worst thing he believes can be done to a person is to make them not a person anymore, without killing them. He gets very strong feelings whenever he sees a situation resembling this, and if it sounds familiar, it should; it’s a thorough description of brainwashing, and word for word what happened, and is still happening, to Madison himself. Of course, he doesn’t see this as ‘the worst thing’ in his own case; he’s not a person, after all! (The depressing irony is lost on him.)

How does your character feel about their own mortality?

Now this is an interesting one, because technically, Madison can’t die again; voices don’t age or get sick, and Madison’s healing ability prevents him from being killed violently unless every spark of his soul were destroyed at once. Even when voices do die, their soul lingers without form as a highly functional but extremely lonely ghost, for the eternity they would’ve had otherwise. However, a recent discovery revealed that if a voice goes for a little longer than a month without visiting the astral plane, they begin to disappear entirely, without the energy of their home plane to sustain them. Without intervention they’ll simply vanish like they were never there. Madison’s been thinking about this latter scenario a lot. The concept of forever, potentially spent alone, scares him, especially with the knowledge that his family is in an afterlife he’ll never have access to, and with each wave of overwhelming hopelessness, the idea of doing absolutely nothing until he completely disappears has tempted him more and more. The hateful growth taking up residence in his head until recently has made matters much worse. He used to have an intense fear of anyone choosing to kill him at any time, and though that was irrational in the first place for several reasons, that anxiety’s gone now. If Madison were mortal, he’d have probably left a long time ago; he’s died before, what does he have to fear from doing it again?

Has your character ever killed anyone?

No he hasn’t! Not even on accident. Madison’s had a pacifistic mindset since he was with his ward, it’s one of his core principles to never resort to violence when angered or upset, even in small amounts. That said, he’s not exactly capable of murder even if he wanted to, with his poor fighting abilities and anxiety around blood, not that he’s had a chance or desire in the past. Even now that he’s learning to use a proper weapon, he’s intent on only using it in defense of himself and others, and though he’s wished death on several people’s abusers at this point, there’s been no need for it yet. Mads believes that it’s his fault directly that the people in his place of work when he died were killed along with him, however, though there isn’t solid proof of that, and if there were, it would have been unintentional and impossible to predict the outcome when it happened.

How strong is your character’s sense of responsibility? What kinds of things trigger it?

Stronger than any other sense he has, that’s for sure; too strong, in fact. Between what he was built to do as an angel in supporting and helping a person with his whole being, his own intense instincts as a parent and friend, and the extremely high standards he holds himself to, Madison takes responsibility for everyone else’s problems and then some. It’s a consistent, unshakable mindset that when he sees someone struggling, he has to help in whatever way he can, or sometimes ways he can’t, which he then puts responsibility on himself for not being capable of.

Madison when first introduced to the world was wildly inconsiderate of anyone’s wants, feelings, or concerns outside of his ward; he learned how to care about people from Seculus, another angel with a really bad self-sacrifice problem, and he saw her as such a kind person that aer unhealthy tendencies were taken as law. It took so much effort to get to the level of decency Mads has reached now that any sort of dismissal of others’ pain is interpreted as a huge step backwards into the cruel person he was before, that he needs to immediately make up for. His feelings may differ, but whether it’s familial, romantic, ward-esque or empathetic, he offers up everything when someone has a problem of any sort, especially emotional, and if there’s no fixing it, takes responsibility for its very existence, taking on their pain like this makes anything better. This in itself is ironically self-absorbed, though at the same time the only responsibility he takes for his own issues is to claim that he doesn’t matter enough for them to be a concern to himself or others. It’s irresponsible to worry others with his own problems, when they can’t easily be solved and don’t directly impact those besides himself. Obviously this gets frustrating sometimes.

There is also a gripping need to protect others, especially those he cares about. Witnessing someone in danger sets off his angel dad instincts, the first of which is to throw himself between them and the threat, either figuratively or literally. When they won’t let him, he gets panicked, as it feels like he’s forced to stand there and just watch; there are only a couple of people he trusts enough to let them protect him in return. Putting others in harm’s way for his own sake seems irresponsible. (Also ironic!) This is most of the reason he’s learning swordplay, so that he’s more effective in defending others, as opposed to just being a fragile obstacle.

On a lighter note, he feels the same intense responsibility for most living things, and having a pet in his life has helped his own self-care routines somewhat. His dog is relying on him for food, care, and shelter, and if he allows himself to stop functioning entirely or disappear, Madison will be causing him to suffer; thus, he continues to exist, on his worst days, just so Bo won’t have to be in pain. Being told by people, as well, the pain this would cause them, also forces Madison to stick around, but it’s out of guilt, not reassurance at being cared for.

#ttthank you weasel this is LONG #long post /#death ment /#suicide ment /#Asks #Ask memes #ooc #champiowned #save

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heyhyunjiin · 6 years

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Merman!Hyunjin AU

(Hello! So those recent pictures of Hyunjin with green contacts gave out some demon au feels but for me, it gave more of a merman feel y’know? SO HERE WE GO. P.S. THIS IS SUPER LONG AND I’M REALLY SORRY!) * let’s start with how you meet •Your family was visiting a nearby island in your country bc… you’ve got a lot of islands there. •everything was going fine at first •selfies here and there while the guide made terrible puns •weather was nice too (hA, for now) •BUT •the guide suggests on showing your fam the awesome harmless animals and fruits in the specific island you guys were on •your family is ecstatic! bc animals are cool. •you saw some rad lizards, lil snakes that had no venom, these thicc beetles, and more. •well you were sorta gazing at the critters for too long bc when you looked up, your family was gone. •like you were alone at this point. •you called out to them but received no reply. •after a few minutes of mindlessly searching for them, you had no clue where they went. •there was no cellphone reception and the only thing you had was your backpack filled with snacks, water, your underwater camera, and phone. •AS IF YOUR LUCK COULDN’T GET ANY WORSE, the sky started turning into a really dark color. •oof •sprinkles of rain started falling and you were getting a little more worried bc the ground was getting a bit slippery to walk on. •you tried remembering the route back to the boat but everything looked the sAME! •the rain becomes more aggressive and you search for some shelter bc at this point you needed a quiet place to think. •AND BEHOLD! a cave •it was hidden through some vines and rubble but you managed to squeeze yourself inside. the opening was pretty narrow and very dark with a dim light coming from the other side. •you keep walking till you reach the middle of the cave that had a vast underwater paradise within it

•your mouth hung open bc wOw! it’s such a beautiful place but no one else would witness it bc it’s not included in the vacation brochure •you took out your camera to snap a photo of the beautiful area •as you checked the photo, a silver slither of... something catches your eye. the thing was behind some rocks and appeared to be peaking out from them in the picture. then the camera slips from your hands and slides down the rocks and directly into the water * it went “ploop” * you leaned over the water and just searched for your camera but you couldn’t see it??? * wat? * you literally felt like shoving your head in the water bc how could u do such a thing? your camera was a present and now you lost it. * your hand found its way to your necklace that you toyed with when you were nervous/upset. * “i’m so doNe. how in the heck could this get any worse?” you huffed to yourself. * “...well you could fall in the water and die?” a voice said nonchalantly from behind a rock. * deFENSE mode ActivATED! you peered cautiously at the area where you heard the voice * “...is someone there?” you asked * “nah. just a talking rock.” the voice sounded deep and like it belonged to a male but you weren’t sure. * “Show yourself.” you requested, half hoping it isn’t some sort of terrifying monster and the other half you hoped it would be someone who could help. * a handsome hyunjin appears, swimming towards you. * you were so mesmerized! this boy was so attractive like his face was scultped precisely by the gods themselves. his hair was as dark as the night but his eyes were a nice mint green color with black pupils. * you released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in * he chuckled. wow his voice is dEEP. “...ah, how do you humans say it? cat’s got your tongue?” * you were stumped. how in the world did he get into this cave through the pool? * your eyes looked into the water and found something resembling a fish tail that was connected to... HIM? * he followed your gaze and chuckled again at your surprised expression. * this guy even waved his tail at you from underwater. * and your eyes were still as wide as saucers. * “impressed?” He asked you all smug. * you whirled your backpack straight at his face to see if he was,,, real? * he clutched his nose because that fucking hurt :) * “okay... ow.” was all he said. * “m-mermaid!” you uttered out. * he rubbed his aching nose and said, “the correct term is merman but yeah, you get the gist.” * whAt wHat whaT?! * you were in shock because 1. you didn’t consider merpeople as real until now and 2. you were speaking to one * “you’re real... you’re actually real.” you said after taking a couple breaths. * he nodded and gave you some more moments to process it. * “you’re surprisingly calm for a human. aren’t you afraid i’m gonna eat you or something?” he asked. * “if you were gonna eat me, you would’ve done so already.” you pointed out. * “...and what are you doing here anyways?” you added. * “i should be asking you that since this is sorta my place.” he said. * you kinda ignored his previous statement because his tail caught your eye again.

* lemme say this: his tail was really pretty. it was metallic silver but depending on the sunlight, it appeared black in some areas. * “...are you gonna like... tell me your name or something?” he asked you. * you tore your eyes away from his tail because you didn’t wanna make him uncomfortable. * you gave him your name and he gave you his. * SO LET ME SPEED IT UP A BIT * hyunjin and you discussed how you came to your predicament and to your current situation. * you both tried to come up with a solution on how you can get found but it all either ended up with him being discovered or you dying from trying to swim to the boat. * he saw the upset look on your face and it made him feel kinda bad?? like he totaLLY didn’t mind your presence in his cave (it’s literally his chill area when he wants to be away from the other mermen!straykids.) bc he found it kinda comforting to talk to someone new (he loves his other mer friends tho don’t get me wrong!!) but the upset look you had on was unsettling for him. * to get your mind off of things, he pointed at your backpack and asked what was inside. * you said that it was food and water. * “human food?” he asked all cute & curious * you came to the realization that this guy probably hasn’t eaten any human food in his life. * you whipped out some granola bars from your bag and handed him two. * he held one in each hand like an adorable little kid. he was skimming through the name, ingredients, nutrician facts, etc. * “have you ever tried human food before?” you asked him. * he shook his head for a no. you showed him how to open the snack and he took a small bite out of one of the bars * you’re literally sharing food with a mythical creature right now. * suddenly, your mind came to the realization that he could feel ill from eating human food. * his reply was simple, “if i get sick from this then...oh well.” * HE ENDS UP LIKING IT! * you two start talking about your favorite foods and his food selections were seaweed, kelp, clam, etc. * you tried to explain the concept of some of your favorite treats but he still couldn’t really grasp the info. (it was alright tho bc he was still really enchanting with a confused expression) * you also ask him what life was like as a merman and he answered all your questions to the best of his ability. * unfortunately?? you heard the familiar voice of the guide shouting from a distance near the entrance of the cave. * you both stared at the source of the sound and the chill mood you both once had suddenly turned....sad. * you kind of didn’t wanna part with your new friend. * “uh, guess i got the help i needed after all!” you awkwardly said. * hyunjin nodded understandingly and watched you stand up to gather your belongings. * “it was nice meeting you, dude. even though it was only for a short time.” you said through a sad smile. * “same to you, (y/n)...” he said with the same expression. * you took a few strides away from the pool but turned around and saw him still swimming in the same location where you two were just chatting seconds ago. * “do you know that pier with a restaurant on a big yellow boat?” you asked. * he nodded. “yeah, below that pier is a hangout spot for us. what about it?” * you sheepishly toyed with your necklace as you said, “well, my family and i own that restaurant and if you wanted to speak with me again, you can find me there.” * tHIS BOY WOULD BE GRINNING SO WIDE BC HE GETS TO SEA YOU AGAIN (ahaha sorry.) * he agrees that he’ll visit you there soon. (by that he means the next day lol) * he pulls out an object from behind a rock and hands it to you. * IT’S YOUR CAMERA!!! * ah you could practically jump in the water and give this kid a hug. * “I saw it sinking down earlier before I revealed myself and saw how torn up you were about losing it... so here.” * “thanks!” you said and then, asked if you could take a photo of him for your scrapbook. * of course he didn’t know what a scrapbook was but agreed nevertheless... you reminded yourself to bring your scrapbook to the restaurant next time so you can show it to hyunjin. * (i’m not saying his smile in the photo was the sweetest you’ve ever seen... but that’s exactly what i’m saying. you only took a photo of his face and upper torso tho, avoiding his tail in the shot in case someone got a hold of your camera.) * you waved goodbye to him as you made your way towards the entrance of the cave and left with the guide who took you back to your worried family at the boat. AHHHHH THIS WAS LONG. if you want some more mermen!straykids au’s feel free to request hehe. I’M OPEN TO A PART 2 TO THIS BTW! I’M SORRY IF THIS WASN’T PLEASING... I HAVEN’T WRITTEN FOR A WHILE ASIDE FROM SCHOOL PAPERS XD

mermen!straykids au links: bang chan: https://tinyurl.com/mermanchan

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Third Circle -- Part II

My eyes are blind but I can see. The snowflakes glisten on the tree. The sun no longer sets me free. I feel there’s no place freezing me.

-- Black Sabbath, “Snowblind”

Vladimir sat at the dining room table, impatiently drumming his fingertips on the table. Katherine was upstairs changing the unfortunate Viera out of her wet clothes while Vasily was getting the chirurgeon they used normally and bringing him here.

As long as it was taking, he was expecting the chirurgeon to be draped over Vasily’s shoulder.

Katherine was coming back downstairs when the door opened. Vasily stepped in, but he did not see the chirurgeon. Vladimir felt a frown beginning to form on his face. It was incredibly rare that Vasily failed at a task. At this point, he was expecting Vasily to tell him the chirurgeon had suffered a tragic accident.

“Vladimir, the Viera is now in dry clothing. Her skin is starting to turn grey.” Nodding in acknowledgement of Katherine’s report, Vladimir continued to look at Vasily as he approached the table. “Vasily… I do not see the chirurgeon. Explain yourself.”

Vasily adjusted his jaw before he spoke, “He would not open the door, nor acknowledge my presence. I had to fall back on what I believe may be a better solution.” Saying this, he stepped aside to reveal a small Au ra female. She was porcelain skinned with large blue eyes. She had hair that ranged between purple and pink, the pink matching the robes she was wearing. She had a large staff strapped to her back, which butterflies made of light hovered around the staff. Smiling, she gave a tiny wave. “Hi! I’m Scherìs!”

Vladimir nodded at the… child? He looked at Vasily, “A child, Vasily?”

Scherìs responded before Vasily could, “I’m not a child! I’m a healer. Mr. Silly said you needed a healer because a friend of yours was hurt.”

Vladimir blinked, “Mr…. Silly…?” Vasily gave a small shake of his head, “Let it go, Vladimir. She is one of my customers. She is a purveyor of rare… coffees. The more potent they are, the happier she is.”

Vladimir blinked again, “... coffee?” He shook his head, then motioned the small woman over, “You truly are a healer? You can help my…” He looked at Vasily as he said this, “... friend?” He turned back to Scherìs in expectation of her answer.

He face turned serious and she nodded emphatically, “I’m a really good healer! Ask my girlfriend, River! She had some serious problems that she had been dealing with for years and I healed them! I’m also an adventurer! People have me along to heal them all the time when they get eaten by lions and tigers and bears and big, squishy poop shaped monsters!”

“I… see… Vasily, Veig is in the guest room upstairs… Would you take our new friend upstairs and see what she can do for her?” Vasily nodded and led Scherìs upstairs. Vladimir waited til they were both gone, “Katherine.”

“Yes sir?”

“Go downstairs to our special room. Strip everything out of it except the sink and the bed. If it can be used to hurt or kill ones self, remove it.”

Katherine bowed, “It will be done.” She started for the stairs down and motioned for several people to follow her. They followed without question, with several starting to roll up sleeves in expectation of some hard work.

Vladimir went back to drumming his fingers on the table.

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Vasily opened the door to the guest room and led Scherìs in. Inside, Scherìs gasped and said, “Awww… It’s a bunny. She’s like my friend Isrun!” Scherìs quickly approached the bed and looked at her for a moment. She turned around and said, “Could you leave us alone for a few minutes?” Vasily nodded, left the room and closed the door behind him.

“Hi miss bunny lady… I’m Scherìs.” She came close and started to reach out, but then stopped. “Your friend, Mr. Vladimir wants me to heal you. I’m sorry, I need to touch you. I’d ask you, but you’re not awake. I’m really, really sorry. When you wake up, if you don’t want me to touch you anymore, I won’t.” So saying, she placed her hand flat on Veig’s abdomen, just above her navel. She used her abilities to see what was wrong.

The Viera’s lungs were full of water and small debris. There was also… something running through her body that she hadn’t experienced before. It was making things worse. First things first, she needed to empty Veig’s lungs.

Looking around, she didn’t see any bowls or buckets. She left the bed, opened the door and stuck her head out the door and right into Vasily’s stomach. Vasily uttered “oof” as the Au ra head butted him. Pulling back, she looked up at the Hrothgar, “I need a bucket.” Vasily nodded and walked away. A couple of minutes later, he returned and handed a bucket to Scherìs. She smiled and said, “Thank you!”.

Coming back into the room, she closed the door behind her and approached the bed. She placed the bucket by the side of the bed then began wrangling the Viera around until her head hung off the bed, over the bucket. Pulling up her robes so she wouldn’t trip over them, she climbed up on the bed and straddled Veig. Scherìs placed her hands over each of Veig’s lungs and used her power to empty them.

Water, dirt and debris were pushed out and guided along by the magic pouring forth from the tiny Au ra. Most of it went in the bucket. A lot of it didn’t. It took about five minutes, but Veig’s lungs were finally clear. Scherìs once again wrestled the Viera back to the way she was, fluffing her pillows to make sure she was comfortable.

Once Veig was in a comfortable position, Scherìs began the process of making her breathe. She also began pushing the odd substance that was making her sleep out as well. Eventually, the substance was gone, Veig was breathing again, color was returning to her face and her sleep was actually productive and healing, rather than being near death.

Scherìs was tired, but happy with the work she’d put in. She invited Vasily in to see that the Viera was alive once more. “She’s all fixed, Mr. Silly! Nothing in her lungs and the weird stuff in her blood is gone!”

“Weird stuff… in her blood?”

“Yep! It was making her sleep, but not in a good way. I got rid of it.”

“Got… rid of it?” He’d known people who had went cold turkey off Somnus. It wasn’t pretty. “Do you think there will be any… downside to that?”

Scherìs shrugged, “I don’t know… I’ve never seen it before.”

Vasily nodded, “Anyway, here is the bag of coffee I promised you. I’ve put instructions for brewing it on this piece of paper.” Scherìs took the bag of coffee and paper, put it in her backpack and hugged Vasily tightly, “Thank you, Mr. Silly! If anything goes wrong with her and you need me, just let me know!” Scherìs said her good byes and showed herself out the door. She practically skipped home to have a cup of coffee.

Meanwhile, Vasily needed to go downstairs and explain that their guest was about to be very, very unhappy when she wakes up.

#ffxiv Scherìs

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