#surely they won't respect continuity... that would be too cruel..

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dehumanizes your aliens

#solar opposites spoilers #solar opposites season 4 #solar opposites #jesse #yumyulack #terry #korvo #being self indulgent here #i did mess around with the idea of making human redesigns but ultimately i just want them to be their googly-eyed regular selves #i didn't actually mind this episode too much but i live in fear of the fact that the valentines episode will be next after this human final #surely they won't respect continuity... that would be too cruel..

[merakiui]

MERA U CANT TELL US ABOUT PREGNANCY KINK AZUL WITHOUT TELLING US ABOUT RIDDLE’S TOO! GOLDFISH RIDDLE CANON RIDDLE APOCALYPSE RIDDLE THEYRE ALL SO HOT AND HORNY FOR U WHEN YOURE PREGO.

BONUS POINTS IF IT WAS FROM GENTLE NONCON. No but the idea of carrying your captor’s child while trying to shield your belly from him but he’s just so sweet and insistent he cares for you that you slowly give in OTL orz orz orz

SO TRUE!!!! Every version of Riddle loves his pregnant darling (a little too much hehe <3).

BUT GENTLE NON-CON WITH APOCALYPSE RIDDLE!!!! Oh, the Heartslabyul compound leader is always so strict! He means well, of course, but sometimes it's so difficult to see through his tough, no-nonsense exterior. He was very respectful during the bride selection, and he'd made sure you were treated properly when you were brought from the bride dormitories to the main quarters where he and other important figures within the compound live (namely Cater and Trey). You thought he might be a kind husband if he went through all of this trouble to be so patient and polite with you, but then he opens his mouth to reprimand you for slouching your shoulders or for eating sloppily when you nearly devour the high-quality meal on your plate (it's so much better than lukewarm stew; how can you not devour it?!) and suddenly you realize he might not be as sweet as you once assumed.

There are so many rules he expects you to follow and they're all tailored specifically to prepare you and your body for child-bearing. You can't eat certain things, you can't spend too long in the bath, you have to eat vitamin-rich foods and exercise often. You have to let him work you open with his fingers so that it won't hurt when the time comes, and it's such an uncomfortable process. Cater usually slips you alcohol or an aphrodisiac beforehand so you're more receptive to Riddle's touch, so it's easier to stomach the feeling of his fingers curling up inside you to search for all the special spots that have you crying out. He praises you after each session, and there's always a treat waiting for you when you wake up (the only time he ever allows you to eat sugar) as well as water and any medicine you might need to help with the hangover.

You can tolerate it when you're drunk or out of your mind with ecstasy, and with such a muddled brain you'll allow him to eat you out, to fondle your breasts and roll your perky nipples between his fingers, and sometimes if you're really needy you'll kiss him so sloppily, teeth clicking and tongues tangling. It's nice in the moment because you don't have to think of the revulsion or the anxiety you feel when you're sober. It's nice because Riddle is genuinely sweet to you; he never scolds you or says anything cruel when you're falling apart on his fingers.

But there's a calendar in his room and a week has been marked in red. You know that's when he intends to finally replace his fingers with the thing you've been dreading. You know that within that week one of your nightly activities will result in a success and weeks later you'll be tested and it'll come back positive. For a while you tried to think about it lightheartedly. You can continue to live lavishly (albeit stressfully when your husband is Riddle) and all it costs is one child (for now; you're certain he'll want more in the future). Nine months must be sacrificed so that you can live happily (or about as happily as you can make it when this situation is not emotionally ideal). You think of the delicious meals, the warm, comfortable bed, the nice-smelling soaps, Trey's delicious baked treats, Cater's fun gossip, but no matter how "good" these things are you just can't ignore the fact that, in order to keep these things, you must follow more troublesome rules, bow to Riddle and his tyranny, accept your fate when he lays it out so clearly during your little sessions.

You've entertained escape, but where would you go? Not outside. Not beyond the walls of the compound. Riddle is the lesser of two evils. You have no choice. You've entertained damaging yourself so that you will be unwanted goods, but every time you came close Riddle would learn of it and stop you, harshly lecturing you: "Do you know how reckless that was?! Do you know how important you are?!" Does he know how hellish this is for you? Probably. Everyone knows it; they never openly discuss it, though. This is the new normal.

The weeks slip away, and the night before what will soon be the week you've feared all along, while you're lying in bed with Riddle, he tells you you won't be permitted to hide behind the effects of liquor or an aphrodisiac. Your mind is elsewhere when he gives his reasoning (something about wanting genuine intimacy), so you hum your compliance. You can't argue him even if you wanted to. And rather than disobedience, you spend the following day assuring yourself that it'll be okay. It's just a week. You've been prepared for this. But it isn't the act itself that scares you; it's what will be produced by it.

So unsurprisingly you fight him. He's been nothing but sweet in the weeks leading up to this, but even so your fear greatly outweighs any fraction of appreciation you could muster. He has you pinned down, your throat bound in a collar that does nothing but humiliate because you are not magically gifted, and he tells you he loves you. And he means it; his voice is so fragile, a ghost of a whisper in the quiet of his room, the both of you shrouded by the silken canopy that encloses his bed. It feels like you're on an island when you're so sectioned off from the rest of his bedroom, with his voice as the only other sound, save for the wild thumping of your heart.

He promises he'll be gentle, swears he'll be sweet, when he kisses the tears that cling to your lashes. You'll do well; you always have. He would never hurt you. He loves you so much. Just look at him. Don't look down there. Listen to his voice. He's here for you. You squirm and struggle and he holds your hips down, tries to get you to remain still enough, all while shushing you, insisting it'll be okay. His fingers do not hurt; his touch is still so careful and considerate. He's sweet when he isn't red with anger. He whispers to you that fighting will only make it worse. He says he loves you (he's saying it a lot), and it's a repeating record in your head, a mantra of some crooked truth.

You're tight. Even with all of the lubricant, even with the preparation, even with his thumb rubbing circles into your clit, you're still so tight. You're crying, begging him to pull it out, but you're clinging to him, your arms wrapped instinctively around him because he's the only anchor in your deep, dark sea. And he's buried his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling all manner of praises, sweet nothings, filth. It all blends together in your ears, but just like he promised, just like he vowed, he's sweet and soft and slow during the entire process.

Months later, you avoid him, ignore him, swat his hands away when he tries to feel your round belly. He's learned patience with you; he doesn't explode as often as he did before you were pregnant. He's too sweet sometimes, so much so it twists your rationality. You're meant to hate him, this system, this situation. But you're beyond hormonal and it's hard to stay consistent with your hatred. Some days you're sobbing over the smallest things. Other days you're incredibly cheerful, giggling with Cater over silly news he hears from around the compound. It takes some time, but during these mercurial moods of yours you start to warm up to Riddle when you interact with him in a group, often with Trey and Cater. In private, you've stopped shielding your stomach; you let him touch it. You let him wrap his arms around your front so he can fuck into you from behind, always so careful and gentle, leaving the both of you breathless, sweaty, sobbing messes. He presses kisses to your shoulders, traces patterns into your belly, promises you'll be the best mother in the world. He always tells you how pretty you look with your swollen tummy, how every change that pregnancy brings is so beautiful, how he loves, loves, loves every part of you.

You believe him because it's the truth. Because it's your normal. And perhaps after the nine months have reached their conclusion and your baby is born you'll beg him to repeat the process, spreading your legs and opening your pussy for him, eyes alight with hope and arousal and, surprisingly, love. Who is Riddle to deny you? He's always been fond of you, but secretly he's most fond when you're so very pregnant. :)

#twisted chit chat #twst apocalypse au #yandere twst #tw: noncon #tw: pregnancy #n/sfw #i realized i never wrote anything with apocalypse riddle :o !!!! #do not be fooled as sweet as he is he is down abysmal for your pregnant belly and heavy tits!!!! <3

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Honestly I feel like Two Face might be the sternest parent between Bruce and Harvey! He did Not grow up with gentle parenting and isn't open to it until Bruce catches him tugging at damians ear and he's like WHAT ARE YOU DOING, " he won't wash the dishes??"

" so you tell him! Gently"

" doll, i think you're too soft--"

" and I think you're forgetting your place in our dynamic. Youre an indulgence, darling. I'm an addiction. We are not. The same. Pack your bags. I'm sure a hotel would be happy to receive you for the night."

Ofc he comes back with chocolates and a new car for Bruce to take apart and tinker with, and gives Damian's ears lots of kisses after. He's also the one who spoils them the most ofc and promises to take mommy and me classes lmaooo

(Two-Face's face, after he saw Jason throw Tim through the Batcave again, after he punished him for doing it a few days ago)

I feel like, Harvey after the acid incident (If we're talking about Oscar Isaac, he's Latino, like me), he's from the old Latino upbringing. He will go physical when clearly something is out of line.

Definitely, as you say, of the three, he is the most severe, the one who will not allow any act of brazenness and rudeness to take place in front of him or his husband. He won't allow it. He'll get physical when the menacing looks and scary tone of his voice aren't enough to warn kids about his disrespect.

And what do I mean by getting physical?

I'm talking about: butt slapping, ear pulling, hand slapping, and the dreaded flip flop. Of course, at least in the case of Two-Face, as a measure of correction after having done a clear disobedience or an outlandish madness. He wouldn't do it to command respect or anything like that.

No, he knows he's bad, but he's not cruel.

Two-Face is one of the first to give the previous look of threat, he is one of those who with a knock on the table leaves everyone silent, and he will not hesitate to lower his voice to that of the afterlife if that prevents his offspring from continuing to do stupid things. He warned first, if his children still descide to be stupid and do stupid things, well, you cannot tell that he did not warned them.

And if he slaps your ass being his son, oh God, be thankful for it, because he's not really slapping you hard. His enemies are the ones he leaves with their coccyx broken and their ears torn off. To the offsprings of him? Well, only the part that was attacked will leave something pink for them.

Clearly, Two-Face would only use those methods when the kids are being aggressive towards each other or Bruce/Alfred, have vandalized something during patrol (things like an important location or serious collateral damage, terribly putting themselves or their siblings at risk), disobeying, and being bold with Alfred/Bruce/Harvey.

Two-Face was raised like this, he was created based on violence and although he may be soft after a time with his wonderfull husband, he also has his violent side. He won't hesitate to pull Dick's sideburns if he insults Bruce during a fight, He'll slap Jason on the butt if he steals guns from safe houses again despite being given his assignment, He'll slap Tim's hand if he rolls his eyes at Alfred again after the good lord only demands he get some sleep, and he won't hesitate to throw Damian's slipper if he dares make a cruel comment about the purity of his dynasty. (Only the slipper because it's his favorite, after Jason, of course.)

But, after the physical part as punishment, comes the completely loving part that many times others tend to forget. Two-Face is the first to defend his cubs at the first risk of threat. He will not hesitate to use his teeth and nails to care for and ensure the safety of his offspring, put his skin on fire and pluck out his eyelashes if it means that his and Bruce's children will have the safety and comfort they deserve.

Two-Face may have pulled Dick by the sideburns, but he's the only one who knows what muscle pain cream his son uses; he may have whacked Jason's ass, but he's also the one who gives him tips to improve his aim and gives him a crate full of ammunition; He will have hit Tim in the hands, but he is the one in charge of singing him a lullaby, tucking him in, and making his followers get all the information so that Tim does not have to do it; And, well, of course he threw Damian's slipper for making fun of his blood purity (you know, that crap about him being Bruce's only true son), but he's also one of the first to defend the boy when someone on the street yells racist and Islamophobic insults at him.

He pampers the boys and gives them love beyond his power. He is the one who cooks breakfast when no one else can, takes them to school if he can, and listens to them when they don't feel heard. He is a good father. Stern, aggressive, but he does the best he can.

Bruce and Harvey don't get it, their upbringing was so different from Two-Face's (Yes, I know Two-Face and Harvey are two parts of the same coin, but I prefer to think that Harvey gets sweet while Two-Face has the bitter), But if they are both sure of something, it is that Two-Face would be the first to cross and burn the line that neither of them dares to cross; especially when it comes to the safety of his children.

Two-Face will torture, kill, burn, smash, and tear apart anyone who dares touch a single hair of his family.

(Two-Face, going to "peacefully" look for the racist idiot who had the fantastic idea to insult his baby Damian… and by the way to get some of Dick's special edition cereal and more marshmallows for Jason's chocolate)

#bruharvey #bruce wayne #harvey dent #batman #dc batfam #batbros #batboys #twoface #bruce x harvey #latino harvey #He's the kind of dad who gets all his kids' ears pulled for missing the school bus #but he'd stop at Dunkin Donuts so they'd at least arrive with something in their stomachs.

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So in Beliath‘s route Eloise is very feisty and fiery, while Raphael‘s route Eloise is sensitive and dreamy.

Aaron‘s Eloise is cerebral and cool headed, while Ivan‘s is a „spoiled first world human“, modern and with turbulent emotions.

Ethan‘s is a catalyst for change, a (pseudo) therapist, and Vlad‘s is a proud debater that doesn’t yield to his moods.

What if, for the 3 pairs I mentioned the Eloise was switched? How would they get along with a character like hers?

MC same character but change of partner:

Hi! How are you? I hope you are well!

Here's the headcanon you asked for. I hope you enjoy it. ^^

Have a nice day and take care of yourself! ^^

MC Vladimir - MC Ethan :

Vladimir :

It's not exactly easy at the beginning of your relationship. You're far too modern and you don't fit his image of a chalice at all. You don't want to obey him, you rebuke him when he's rude or disrespectful to you. You even yelled at him for letting you lie there in the middle of the hall. by pointing out to him that: it was all very well to criticise you for being rude when he wasn't even capable of putting you down on a sofa. He was a bit offended and shouted at you angrily. How dare you question his politeness! His parents brought him up well, unlike you. He realises that what he said may have hurt, but he doesn't care any more than that. The impression he leaves you is that he's a cruel man with no empathy and that you're going to have to fight to get out of this situation.

It took you a while to understand what was going on, especially as Vladimir didn't explain anything to you. However, once you clearly understand what's going on you don't push him away when he comes to feed on your blood, especially as you know you have no choice at the moment. But you don't despair of finding a way out of it at some point. You may be stuck for the time being, but you won't let yourself be impressed by an ill-mannered, aggressive old man.

Vladimir is very impressed by your apparent calm, especially because he compares so much to you. When he was transformed, the fear and anxiety made him ill for several days and he couldn't even look at himself in the mirror without feeling nauseous or wanting to cry. So it takes a long time for him to understand that your calmness is actually hiding a great deal of anxiety and, to tell you the truth, he doesn't know how to reassure you. He knows that the first impression he's made on you weighs heavily against him, and that no doubt explains why you're content with the bare minimum in terms of social interaction with him. You've ended up chatting regularly with more or less everyone, even Ethan, while you continue to avoid any discussion with him or limit yourself to a polite greeting.

He ends up going to Raphaël and Aaron for advice on how he should act. Of course, they both immediately advise him to apologise, but as he's not sure you'll accept his apology, he takes a long time to do so. You, on the other hand, have had time to abandon any murderous intentions towards the majority of the members of the manor, especially as most of them have made it clear that they are just as sorry as you are about the situation you find yourself in. You didn't expect Vladimir to apologise so much that when he did, you were speechless with surprise for several seconds before asking him if he hadn't fallen ill. But when he repeated his apology, you accepted it.

It takes time for your relationship to improve. But you appreciate and encourage Vladimir's efforts to be more polite and respectful towards you.

Your interests are very different. Vladimir swears by peace and quiet, classical music and old books. It's not that you don't enjoy those things, but you much more enjoy going out and having fun in the city and contemporary music. You sometimes argue about this, not least because Vladimir seems stubbornly to regard anything he doesn't like as inferior. However, you manage to get him to dance to the music you like at a party organised by Beliath, and he convinces you to dance a waltz with him. Vladimir did feel very awkward or embarrassed when he danced to your favourite music with you, although he must admit that he found it amusing enough to be prepared to do it again next time, as long as you didn't make fun of him.

He realises that he has fallen in love with you after confessing to you that he knows who is killing the women in town. You quickly understood his reasons for not telling the others and instead of getting angry with him, you talked to him at length until you managed to convince him to tell the other members of the manor. You defended him against the accusations and didn't even hesitate for a second to argue with Aaron, even though he was much stronger than you. Vladimir hadn't felt so supported in years, and that was probably the most important thing for him.

Ethan :

The beginning of your relationship is quite catastrophic. Ethan disrespects you and does nothing but half-heartedly threaten you or try to frighten you. Panic and anxiety twist your stomach much of the time, as does the urge to cry. You know for a fact that you're stuck with him with no way out, and no matter how many books you read on the subject and how much you learn about your condition, you can't find a way out that works for you. You're a calm, proud and patient person, but all this is of no use to you in the face of this vampire who is making a mockery of all your logical arguments and attempts to calm the situation between you.

Ethan has a lot of fun with this situation at first. He likes to push you around and get you to respond to him, to show you that he's still in control compared to you. He likes the fear you're feeling and it's visible to him despite your arrogant look. You hardly speak to each other, and after each bite you feel sick and disgusted. You'd like the fear he provokes in you not to show, but it's visible right down to the dark circles under your eyes. You can't sleep, he's in all your nightmares.

Ethan starts to realize that he's screwed things up when the symptoms of your constant anxiety start to become too overwhelming. At first, it was fun, but now you're having anxiety attacks at the sight of him, and even Beliath has come to berate him for putting you in this state. He knows it's his fault, after all, he remembers very well the threats he made the first night he met you. You look at him as if he were a monster, and while one part of him is convinced that he has become one, the other remembers that he's a doctor and didn't get into this profession because he likes to make those around him suffer.

His first attempts at calming the situation are an abject failure. You clearly don't trust him. You keep pushing him away, but he's not stupid and he's perfectly capable of hearing the tremors in your voice. Eventually, he manages to gain your trust little by little, stopping stopping you from going out, offering to accompany him to the Moondance, starting to ask your permission before biting you and taking you books to read or offering to play chess with him. It takes time, but slowly you stop looking at him as if he's going to attack you. However, you lost your sense of repartee in the process and stopped arguing with him altogether.

It takes much longer for you to regain your repartee and pride. But they also come back little by little. He's really happy when that happens, and does his best not to get as angry with you or scare you as he used to. You slowly stop looking at him warily after your curt reply, and even seem to smile again.

However, You don't have the same interests at all, which complicates your relationship even more. You don't really appreciate the Moondance and the parties that Béliath organizes. He doesn't like evenings in front of the fire with a book and a cup of tea. The only activity you both enjoy is chess, and he often comes to propose a game against you and is quite surprised to see that you're perfectly capable of beating him - after all, he's normally the best player in the manor.

He realizes that he's fallen in love with you when your sense of repartee amuses him more than it upsets him, and when you rediscover your sarcastic sense of humor. What's more, once you're close enough, he realizes that you're a very protective person and not a poor little fragile creature as he'd originally thought, and that's also something he really likes.

MC Béliath - MC Raphaël :

Béliath :

At first, he thought it was going to be fun. A little human turned into a chalice, who could have dreamt of anything better? He even bragged to the other boys about how lucky he was. But he was soon disillusioned. You didn't try to escape once. His mockery of your way of speaking, which was closer to Raphaël's than to that of young people your own age, really hurt your feelings and, in order to stop hearing it, you started to keep quiet. His behaviour, sometimes predatory, sometimes charming, confused you and his explanations, far from clear, didn't help you understand what was going on. When he bit you for the first time, sensually but without the slightest delicacy, you burst into tears. It was confusing for him, to say the least. This wasn't how he imagined things and he thought he'd have a bit more fun with you.

The days have gone by and you haven't offered him the slightest resistance. However, your look of deep distress and fear doesn't leave him for a single second. He can't lie, the looks you're giving him make him feel uncomfortable and completely ruin his appetite. You're not really smiling, and if you seemed curious and enthusiastic on the first day, that's not the case at all now. Beliath is a tease, not a villain, and he takes no pleasure from people's fear or distress. He didn't think he'd frighten you so much, and he certainly didn't mean to. His guilt increases a notch when Ethan adds to it by telling him that you look as sad as Raphaël and Vladimir. It's out of the question for him if you end up like Raphaël or Vladimir, crying alone in your room. He can't stand people being sad around him, and it's not for nothing that he's always trying to bring a little joy into this drab manor.

He tries to find solutions so that you start to get on better. However, he finds it hard to communicate with you, at best his behaviour makes you feel uncomfortable and at worst he continues to frighten you. He perseveres, however, and the situation improves when he starts asking your permission before biting you. He's also more gentle with you and doesn't allow anyone in the manor to talk badly to you or scare you.

Little by little, he manages to make you smile and, above all, you no longer look at him with fear. It's not much, but it's a good start. The first time he manages to make you laugh is almost a miracle for him, after several weeks of seeing you sad he thought he'd never make it and was starting to feel sullen and defeatist himself.

You have very different interests. He doesn't really have the soul of an artist, but you swear by poetry, painting, reading, dancing and music. But he tries to take an interest in them to please you. He's even read some of the books you've recommended. He also tries to show you things he likes to do and even if you don't seem to enjoy the atmosphere in the Moondance or the long, long shopping nights as much as he does, he's happy to see that you agree to go with him from time to time.

He sometimes catches himself watching you while you're lost in thought. You talk to yourself in a low voice, whether it's about a story you've read, a story you've written or a song you've sung.

Slowly, he began to fall in love. He thought he only liked fiery, self-confident people who could be easily obeyed and who didn't bend in the face of adversity. But your gentleness and sensitivity charm him. You take care of him, sometimes even before he realises he needs help. You listen to him talk and he realises that it's very easy to confide in you, you're a good listener and attentive, you don't make fun of him and even when he does something stupid you don't get angry and instead look for a solution with him to resolve the problem.

Raphaël :

He doesn't know how to deal with you; you seem ready to fight and defend yourself against everyone, even those who don't show any aggression. It's quite unsettling, especially as he only wants to be nice to you and help you adapt to your new lifestyle. He would so much like you to be as happy as he is, but you seem to be stubbornly trying to get away. He doesn't even try to stop you, because he's far too busy complaining to Vladimir and Aaron that you hate him even though he's done nothing to you. It's usually the others who take you back to the manor, because they don't want their Raphael to starve.

He spends the first two days trying different approaches. But you turn him down every time and he really doesn't know how to react. It's out of the question for him to get aggressive with you. He even tried to offer you chocolates to try and show you that he was friendly, but you refused them for fear that he was hiding drugs in them. As a result, he went to eat them alone in his room looking so unhappy that Vladimir immediately came to argue with you. He told you that nobody, NOBODY, had the right to make their wonderful Raphaël cry. It's almost a declaration of war for him.

After several days, you begin to calm down. Because, apart from the fact that Raphaël's flatmates are looking at you as if you'd tried to murder kittens, you realise that you're not really in danger. Raphaël still doesn't look aggressive, just depressed, and he's still trying to talk to you. What's more, his unhappy look every time you reject him is starting to seriously upset you. Even though his way of talking is still a bit weird and you're still finding it hard to understand this chalice thing, you eventually agree to talk to him without being aggressive.

He's really happy when he realises that you're no longer rejecting him. He explains to you once again everything that has happened, repeating how happy he is that you have done him the honour of choosing him over someone else. When you finally agree to let him drink your blood, he's very delicate. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you or frighten you, and this works quite well, as his gentleness removes any concerns that were preventing you from trusting him.

You're far from having the same interests. Of course you like reading, but it's never the same books as his, you're not keen on art in general and you prefer to have fun at the parties that Beliath organises or by going to the Moondance. He accompanied you there several times, even though he hated it. He was determined to show you that he was capable of doing things he didn't like in order to please you. You had to talk to him at length to make him understand that he didn't have to come with you if he hated the Moondance and that you wouldn't hold it against him if he preferred to stay at the manor if he felt better there. What's more, even if you don't share his passion for art, he appreciates the time you spend listening to him talk about it.

There's so much he likes about you. You're funny, you've got a great sense of repartee. You don't let yourself be impressed by Beliath and Ethan, and yet Raphaël knows very well that they're not easy to live with sometimes. You stand up for him when Ethan criticises him, and of course he could stand up for himself, but when you stand up for him, he feels a bit like the imprisoned princess that you're bravely rescuing, and he's not going to complain because it's very romantic for him.

He slowly realises that he has fallen completely in love with you when he begins to imagine spending eternity with you. Your presence reassures him, and he feels less sad when you're around. You have a great deal of character and you never hesitate to say what you think, which goes a long way towards compensating for his difficulty in saying what he thinks frankly.

MC Ivan - MC Aaron :

Ivan :

Your icy calm and your ability to land on your feet after the transformation impressed everyone at the manor. Your rather muscular attempts to escape have also impressed everyone at the manor - if you're scared of them, they can't see it. The first time Ivan tried to bite you in your room you kicked him in the face, breaking his nose in the process. Aaron didn't even need to intervene, the younger Ivan's face was so shocked and yours was so angry - no, furious. One thing's for sure, you'll defend your skin no matter what. After that, Ivan doesn't really know how to react to you; he's both frightened that you've managed to subdue him and reassured to know that he probably won't be able to hurt you.

However, it's complicated for Ivan to feed. After all, he's attacked you twice in less than two days and you clearly don't trust him not to do it again. Your attempts to escape are becoming more and more elaborate, because to add insult to injury you're learning from your mistakes fast and you're determined not to let yourself be taken advantage of and to find a way to leave.

After several days, however, you look for another solution. Clearly you can't run away, you're stuck with Ivan and no-one will let you starve him to death, so you let him bite you while you immerse yourself in reading to try and find a solution to your problem. In a way, your calmness and ability to fend for yourself reassures Ivan. He's not as scared of hurting you as he would be if you were as frightened as he is, and he understands that you're capable of defending yourself. Even more so when he sees you ask Aaron to teach you fencing, and you shrug Ethan off without flinching, even when the doctor threatens to hit you, you continue to give him your most icy stare without batting an eyelid.

Ivan takes his cue from you and goes back to training to prove to you that he can handle himself and stop putting you in danger. He's really happy when you come and share his training sessions with him. And that's what helps you get closer, because even though you don't appreciate the situation you're in, Ivan's efforts to prove to you that he won't hurt you are touching. You even begin to stand up for him to Ethan, and for Ivan, it's as if you've gone and got him the moon. He vows to do even more to be a vampire worthy of you and your courage.

That's why he's so shocked when you tell him that you're scared. That Ethan's aggression makes you extremely anxious and that you sometimes wish you could curl up under the sheets in search of a bit of security, that sometimes you find it hard to sleep and that the new life you've started as a chalice seems violent and frightening. Ivan feels a bit foolish, because he thinks he should have understood this earlier and protected you better, after all, if even Aaron is scared sometimes, as brave as you are it makes sense that you'd be scared too. He promises to try and protect you, starting by defending you from Ethan. It doesn't often work, as the doctor quickly becomes physically aggressive, but at least he keeps trying.

You don't really have the same interests. It was a bit unsettling for Ivan at first. You're really into sport and literature, whereas he's more into video games and films. But you manage to adapt to each other. When he's more in control, you go to the cinema together to see the films he likes and he comes to train almost every day before you in the garden.

He realised he was in love with you when he started seeking you out every night. What's more, he wasn't really afraid of attacking and hurting you any more, even when he was hungry - the idea of hurting you was enough to stop him wanting to drink blood almost immediately. You have qualities that he has always admired and that he would like to have himself, in particular your courage and the calm you can show in critical situations. This calmness always reassures him when he's not feeling well.

Aaron :

Generations change. But Aaron's used to it, he's looked after Vladimir and Ethan and Ivan and each time he's had to adapt to the new generation so as not to upset them too much, although it hasn't always been easy. So he's not really surprised by your point of view, which is often radically different from his own. Your relationship isn't disastrous, and as Aaron isn't aggressive towards you, you don't really see any point in being aggressive back. He's quick to answer all your questions and even if you're always a bit surprised to see that he doesn't always understand what you're saying, that doesn't stop you talking.

His patience and calm gradually reassure you, so that you're not terrified at the thought of him biting you. What's more, the fact that he takes such good care of you afterwards by tending the wound and bringing you food is reassuring. You quickly realise that although he looks scary, he's actually very kind. What's more, Aaron understands that, despite your good repartee, you're quite frightened by your new condition. So he looks out for you, and when you complain about Ethan's behaviour towards you, he immediately puts the doctor in his place so that he stops bothering you.

He's also impressed by the fact that, despite your perfectly visible fear, you continue to defend yourself or insist on being listened to. After all, he knows that it's not easy to dare to impose yourself, especially when the situation is clearly not in your favour. However, because of this he sometimes finds you a bit daredevil and irresponsible, but that's also the case with Ethan and Ivan, so he puts it down to your youth. After all, he wasn't very careful when he was young and he can still be a bit of a hothead today.

He insists that you learn to fight. You're a bit clumsy and he's nearly hurt you more than once trying to teach you fencing, mainly because you lack the strength to parry blows. He doesn't often complain about your clumsiness though, because… you can't be any worse than Vladimir in that respect and Ivan has the same difficulties as you, he knows full well that nobody uses a sword to defend themselves in the 21st century any more. What's more, your joy when you succeed in doing what he asks of you is quite infectious - he finds that adorable.

You don't have the same interests, but he tries to find you activities that young people of your generation might enjoy. That's how he ends up getting you a Game Boy. This makes you laugh, because it's been a long time since you could find one other than second-hand. In the end, you managed to convince him to play Pokémon Red with you. He doesn't understand the game at all, but you've had a great time together. He also appreciates the fact that you often agree to go walking in the forest with him. You're curious, so you ask him lots of questions about your surroundings, and he really enjoys sharing his knowledge with you.

It takes him a little time to understand that he's fallen in love with you. He thought he'd appreciate a partner who was brave and able to stand up for himself. But, he found himself loving your stubbornness, It's dangerous, and he knows you probably wouldn't listen to him if he told you not to do something, but he's seen that when you've got it in your head to defend him, you'll stop at nothing, even enemies much more powerful than yourself. That's something he really appreciates.

#moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers vladimir #moonlight lovers beliath #moonlight lovers ivan #moonlight lovers aaron #moonlight lovers raphael #moonlight lovers ethan

[moonlightsdew]

Husk and Alastor arrive back at the hotel at the same time, one in a better mood than the other.

"Did something happen?" Alastor asks Husk, opening the door for the other. The feline grumbles, tail and ears and wings all drooping. "Was the show bad?"

"No, it wasn't bad." Husk snaps, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto one of the barstools. He grabs the first bottle of booze he sees and takes a generous swig from it. "It was good. Fucking beautiful."

Alastor tilt's his head curiously, approaching the bar and settling into one of the stools. He snaps his finger to send the discard jacket away; it was too nice to leave on the stools. "You're acting pretty strange for something that you say was beautiful."

Husk glowers at him, taking another swig of his drink and slamming the bottle on the bar roughly. "Can't you mind your own fucking business?"

"Nope!" Alastor perches on his elbows. "Now, why don't you tell me what's the matter?" Alastor already had an idea, but he wanted to hear Husk confirm it.

"Fuck you." Husk snaps, running a hand through his fur and messing up the attempt he had made at making it nice. "You're going to fucking laugh at me, but I'm pissed at myself cause I was too chicken shit to tell her I like her." Husk grabs a glass and some nicer whiskey, pouring it for Alastor without being asked. "Fucking childish bullshit."

Alastor laughs, taking the glass. "Is that all, Husker? It's perfectly normal to be shy!"

"I'm a grown fucking man." Husk hisses. "If I can't even tell her to her face how beautiful her performance was, what the fuck should I expect?" Another drink. "I don't see why you aren't making fun of me. You should be delighted."

"Now, now, Husker, I may be cruel, but matters of the heart deserve some sensitivity."

"You've never given a fuck about something like that in the past."

Alastor sighs. "Oh, you've caught me. Really though, I do sympathize for you. Much as I do enjoy to prod at you, I also enjoy seeing you happy."

"Yeah, so you can tear it down-"

"Husker." Alastor snips. "You tear yourself down far more than I ever could. It's gotten a bit boring, quite frankly. If you really wish to indulge yourself in such an endeavor, I won't discourage you. So long as it doesn't interfere with your duties, you can do whatever you want!"

Husk stares at him, not sure what to think. On one hand, it wasn't like Alastor had actually stepped in to try and prevent him from making connections with people. It just... kinda stopped happening once he had given his soul over. With his Overlord status gone, and being pulled around willy-nilly into whatever bullshit Alastor got up to, he hadn't paid much attention to making connections. He'd focused on coping with being someone's pet.

But Al could very easily step in and fuck things up just because he wants to, or he goes into one of his possessive streaks that tend to have Husk and Niffty all but glued to his sides.

"..." Husk grips the bottle in his hand. "If you're fucking with me, I don't care what the consequences are, I will tear you apart."

Alastor hums. "Oh, I have no doubt you would certainly try!" He downs his own drink, setting the glass down gently. "However, I am completely serious. You've always been good about respecting your contract, no matter how much you hate it. I trust you to continue doing so even if you start reaching out to others again."

"And what if I didn't?" Husk asks. "What if I started wanting to live enough that I would stop dealing with your bullshit?"

Alastor's expression tightens. "Then I would do what I need to make sure you behave. Whether you like it or not, I do consider you a friend. I prefer to keep friends around as long as possible."

Al stands, straightening his coat. "Try to not to overdrink, It would be a shame for you to mess up the rest of your outfit. Have a good night, my friend."

Husk just stares, not responding as Al heads up the stairs to his room.

Maybe, just maybe, he would stop being a coward.

#ic: husk #ic: alastor #dash commentary: a star is reborn #(did not expect to have my muses awake for Character Development after this but uh. oh boy!)

[heavenlyakin]

Hello! I would like to put forward number 31 and Kakashi Hatake from Naruto pretty please <3

hello hello welcome welcome

cw: not canon compliant, alcohol consumption, reader is a jonin like kakashi, death of an oc student I made for this, this got way too long and idk why, oh and angst obvs bc it's all I write now apparently.

No fair You really know how to make me cry When you gimme those ocean eyes I'm scared

His focus is something unlike anyone else you've seen, even in absurd circumstances like this. Lord Third has been going on about the newest set of genin, who will be assigned who, and where to meet their team. Kakashi continues to read, not listening to a word.

He must be used to this, waiting to hear his name to hear his assignments before giving any ounce of care. This is your first team, and the anxiety of it all eating away at you. You're jealous of the carefree nature of your fellow ninja.

"-----" your name drags your attention away from the copy ninja, forcing you to pay attention now. "Kakashi Hatake," his name comes out next and suddenly you're confused. "We're teaming you up for this set of genin. Think of it as an experiment." Lord Third tells you both.

He looks at you, something unreadable on his masked face.

I've never fallen from quite this high Fallin' into your ocean eyes Those ocean eyes

He's late, and your students are here. You try and subdue them, their excitement to have a teacher is almost too much to handle. They run around you, asking you questions about the battles you've fought, your jutsu, and way too personal things.

"Not used to this?" Kakashi finally appears as you're wrestling Mila, the only girl on your squad.

The genin straighten up the minute they see him. A man's presence demands more respect than yours, apparently.

"Let's play a little game," he tells them, holding out the famous bells.

You grin at him, and his eyes prove he's grinning under his mask too.

I've been walkin' through a world gone blind Can't stop thinkin' of your diamond mind Careful creature made friends with time He left her lonely with a diamond mind And those ocean eyes

Everything crumbles, everything falls apart, and everything fucking sucks. You drop to your knees, sitting in front of Mila's limp body. The world is so unfair and far too cruel to these young students. How the mission went so wrong... you're not sure.

"Kakashi," you whimper as he kneels beside you.

"Take a minute, let yourself feel this, then we have to go. I'll carry her back home."

No fair You really know how to make me cry When you gimme those ocean eyes

The sake burns going down, but you don't mind the temperature. The hotter it feels the better it eases the pain. Kakashi is quiet, watching you pour yourself more. The third time you go to pour more, he takes the bottle.

"It won't make it go away." He tells you, leaning forward on the table, his eyes meeting yours.

He reaches across the table, taking your chin in his hand and looking closer at you. You stop moving and breathing, not used to the closeness. He lets you go, slumping back into his seat.

Something stirs in your stomach, and it's not the alcohol.

Have his eyes always looked that intense when he looks at you?

I'm scared I've never fallen from quite this high Fallin' into your ocean eyes Those ocean eyes

let me write for you

[thesoulesscollection]

(Request) Secrets Must Be Kept

Request: - toppat henry and gov charles are dating and despite their jobs sneak around, itd be romantic!

Tw/Tags: Toppat Recruits, Secret Relationships, Complex Relationships, Enemy Lovers, Mild Angst, Romance, Mild Mature Content, & Ambiguous Morals 

"Go away. Leave" Stuck in an unfavorable situation caused by the other Charles let's out a muffled hiss, arms crossed over his chest, "You shouldn't be here" 

Awkwardly stiff in posture Charles didn't nudge a bit when uneasily watching the Toppat member circle around, observing him from head to toe. 

"C'mon, Char Char. You ought to be nice to me here. After everything I've done for you. I thought a lil' visit would help after we've been separated for so long?" 

"We can get caught, Henry. It wouldn't end well for either one of us and most certainly you" Charles spat out, strictly keeping it professional, the stern aloofness of any dull soldiers stayed with a vengeance that in Henry's opinion he never could begin to enjoy. "I told you I wanted this to end the last time we met up. You're testing your luck again" 

In respect he kept up a near respectively practiced carefree attitude Henry strutted over to the standoffish military pilot, "And who's fault would that be, hm?" 

"Yours" 

Then he ran his cold flat hand on Charles' hip, sliding underneath the many layers of thick layers to feel the soft, warm skin. He could obviously see the scars alongside the colorful love bites he inflicted on the other still in his twisted pride brought him mild satisfaction. During their last meeting months prior he took the pilot by surprise,  greedily attacking the other's bare neck with hickeys that now already faded to near non-existence. Each time managing to draw crimson blood, often metallic in taste, long tongue greedily up lapping the dripping mess craves to experience it once more. What he'll do to taste the man again however before the recruit can satisfy his urges, his hand was harshly slapped away, his partner's large eyes glared directly into his unwavering soul, remaining unforgiving about the harsh action done. 

"You do know we can't continue to do this?" 

"Sweetheart… Baby, please relax. It's me, your Hen. My bosses won't know nor your general either. You'll feel much better if we get this started, I know it" He said simply, ignoring the stinging feeling in his hand. 

"Oh really? You're so sure about that, Hen?"

Nodding silently Henry knew his ranking in the clan as the newest, most impressive recruit ever seen he would be trusted just enough to not be suspected in starting up a secret, forbidden relationship with the enemy. For Charles though it was different as he was the best pilot the military has to offer then there were people, the general, his friends wouldn't have been expected from him it hurt too much to do such a cruel betrayal. 

"… Let's get this over with then…" Charles tiredly mutters, "... You want me, I can see that from a mile away…" 

"Charles. At least be happy that I'm here. That we're together" 

"I am. I'm happy to be here with you… I need you. I love you... I worry we will get caught one day. I can't stand the looming possibility that everything we worked so hard respectively might be yanked from under our feet. I don't want to be separated from you" 

Bending down to be at Charles' eye level, Henry calmly reassured, holding the man's soft cheek in hand, "We won't. I make sure of it"  

"Alright. That's good" Closing the gap, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Henry decided to tangle his fingers in Charles' curly hair. Charles loosely wrapped his arms around the taller man's shoulders. Pulling apart, breathing heavy on both ends and flushed, the pilot's icy exterior decided to melt. Knowing full well they were treading on thin ice together he finally attempted to savor every single moment. It never felt enough for them so Charles took the initiative and clawed at the Toppats' fine, midnight suit wanting more to actually feel his comforting presence. 

"You're amazing, Charles. I love you"

Then peppering kisses all over Henry's face, Charles genuinely grinned, "You too. I love you so much" 

#Requested Fic #Thsc Fic #Thsc One-Shot #Toppat Recruits #The Henry Stickmin Collection #Henry Stickmin Collection #Thsc Au #Henry Stickmin Au #Toppat Henry #Charles Calvin #Henry Stickmin #StickVin #Henrles #Toppat Henry x Charles Calvin #Toppat Henry x Charles #Toppat Clan

[fantastic-rambles]

Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity

Characters: Tadashi Kikuchi, Aiichiro Shindo, Ainosuke Shindo (ADAM) (mentioned)

Warnings: Abuse (Physical, Verbal, Sexual), Extremely Dubious Consent, Blow Jobs, Vomiting, Crying, Humiliation, Mind Break

Word Count: 1k

Summary: In which Aiichiro reminds Tadashi of his place in the world. Not all scars can be seen. [Written for Tadashi Kikuchi Week 2022 | Day 5: Scars]

"Aiichiro-sama. Please, if you would only reconsider—"

He saw the hand rise, and he flinched before it backhanded him across the cheek, stinging with the force of the impact.

"Kikuchi-kun. I respect your competence, but do not forget your place. Even if you are my secretary now, you are still a servant. I keep you for your abilities, not your opinions. Is that clear?"

But Tadashi still hesitated. This was wrong, he was sure of it. He understood the importance of image, especially to a family as prominent as the Shindos, but to handle it like this was too cruel. If they would only speak to Ainosuke, explain it to him, surely he would understand. He was young, yes, but he was wise for his age. In large part due to his upbringing, but regardless, Tadashi was sure that he would listen, if they only showed him a little sensitivity.

A hand wrapped around the collar of his shirt, dragging him closer to his master.

"You have no opinions. Do you understand?"

Eyes downcast, Tadashi still wanted to protest. To speak and convince the man. Handled like this, it might break Ainosuke… his precious heir. If he approached the conversation from that angle, perhaps Aiichiro-sama would listen. After all, he and his sisters had put so much effort into Ainosuke's upbringing, so they wouldn't want to lose it all. But his master's grip tightened as he continued to speak.

"You don't think that I'm unaware of your role in this, do you? You're the one who set him down this path. I turned a blind eye to it when you were children, but did you really believe that this could continue? This is happening now because of you. Because you didn't know your place. You will always be beneath us. Beneath my son. If you had stayed away from him as you should have… as you were told to, I wouldn't need to do this. Do you understand?"

Aiichiro-sama's voice brooked no argument, and Tadashi swallowed heavily. He had known. Skating, with its public perception, wasn't something that was appropriate for a Shindo. But he'd thought that Ainosuke's family had decided to grant him this singular allowance as long as it remained a secret. So to tear it away without any warning…

"I understand," he murmured. Perhaps he could catch Ainosuke before Aiichiro-sama did, to at least give him a heads-up. But his master didn't seem satisfied by his answer.

"Your head is too high. On your knees." Aiichiro-sama's hand jerked his head downward, and Tadashi obeyed. Something in the man's voice made him shiver before firm fingers dug into his jaw, forcing him to look up. Aiichiro-sama's other hand was loosening his belt, and Tadashi's mouth felt dry as he realized what was about to happen.

"Please, no," he whispered, but his master simply gazed down at him, his expression unreadable.

"What did I just teach you? It's clear that the lesson didn't stick and you need to be reminded of your place. We afforded you too many liberties. Ainosuke isn't the only one who needs to be re-disciplined. Open your mouth."

Fearfully, Tadashi obeyed, watching the man free himself. The hand under his chin moved, grazing against his reddening cheek before fisting in his hair.

"Have you ever done this before, Kikuchi-kun?"

Softly. "No, sir."

"Then I'll have to educate you properly another time, since we don't have enough time today. For now, cover your teeth with your lips. If I feel them, you won't have time to regret it before you're on the streets. And don't look away."

For a brief moment, Tadashi considered it. He wasn't afraid of being fired: with his abilities, he could probably get a new job fairly easily. But it would mean abandoning Ainosuke. Maybe his master was right, that he was overstepping himself and imagining that he was somehow important to Ainosuke when he wasn't. But he couldn't forget the child he'd found crying in the garden, all those years ago.

So he just watched Aiichiro-sama jerk himself until he was hard before resting the tip of his cock on Tadashi's trembling lips. It felt like it was scalding his skin, and he could feel acid in the back of his throat as he breathed shallowly. The heavy musk filled his nose and mouth while Aiichiro-sama's other hand fell to rest on the other side of Tadashi's head. Then he thrust inside, suddenly filling Tadashi's mouth and making him gag when he struck his throat.

"Relax. And tighten your lips," Aiichiro-sama ordered coldly. Tadashi struggled to obey as he stared up at the man, his eyes tearing up as his master continued to rock his hips, holding Tadashi's head in place.

It hurt. It felt disgusting. Every time Aiichiro-sama shoved inside, Tadashi choked on his cock, and he could feel his saliva trickling out of his mouth and over his chin. But the man didn't slow down at all, maintaining a steady rhythm as he forced himself inside over and over. Every time he withdrew, Tadashi took a shallow, desperate breath before his throat was stoppered again. He didn't know how much time had passed—it felt like eternity—before it stopped. Still staring up at Aiichiro-sama with glazed eyes, he began to cough in earnest, his hands falling to the polished wooden floor when his master released him.

And then he retched, his stomach heaving. He felt the rush of rising acid, but it was too late to stop it. He emptied the contents of his stomach onto the floor, his half-digested lunch swimming in mucus-laced slime.

"How filthy. Just like a low-class creature."

Strong fingers twisted into his hair, wrenching his head back up, painfully.

"So tell me, Kikuchi-kun. Is there anything you'd like to say?"

"I have no opinions," Tadashi rasped past a sore throat, tears running down his face as he stared into flinty red eyes.

"That's right."

And then he was shoved back into the puddle of bile while Aiichiro-sama stepped away delicately, avoiding its reach.

"Clean that up, and then yourself. Quickly, now. We still need to deal with my prodigal son," Aiichiro-sama snapped. Shoulders hunched, with shuddering breaths, Tadashi obeyed.

#TadashiSk8week2022 #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #skate the infinity #fan fic #fanfic #sk8 snake #tadashi kikuchi #kikuchi tadashi #aiichiro shindo #shindo aiichiro #mine

[flieder-house]

the great thing about goncharov's thing with clock & time themes is that it really drives home this sense of urgency, but when you look at the narrative as a whole, they're not running out of time during the course of the movie. That's just what it feels like to the characters.

Their actions have impact, sure, but could it even end any other way? By the start of the movie, they're already locked into their respective doomed narratives and they all collapse onto each other. Despite the constant ticking of the clock, it's already too late. Doomed by the narrative and their own choices, these characters never would have reached another ending point.

And that's why it doesn't matter if Katya dies in the end, or if her death is just staged. Someone else already pointed it out, but it truly doesn't matter - what matters is the Loss of Katya. She disappears from her life as we know it, from Goncharov's narrative. Here it becomes apparent that it doesn't matter if she chose to disappear (faking her death) or if she is simply lost to everyone who knew her by a cruel fate.

It's the same in the end, because we know there was a love in Katya's and Goncharov's relationship, we can argue if it was healthy, but it was there and it was real. There was real love in her scenes with Sofia. But Katya wasn't happy, she would continue to carry this constant sadness and grief and guilt within her throughout the entire movie and no matter the choices she makes, there is no end result that Katya could choose to be happy.

Everything Katya does is out of love, she doesn't act in pursuit of happiness, hurting herself in the process. So by the end of the movie, despite the way her character is developed, we know Katya will choose other people's happiness over her own. We know that even if her death is staged, she won't end up in happy circumstances. She's doomed by the narrative and her own grief.

#goncharov #Yes I know this is Katya centric I got distracted #I'm biased ok #I just rewatched goncharov and hhhhhHHH #'time is of the essence' IS IT ANDREI? IS IT??

[mrpenguinpants]

Spider’s Thread [Reverse AU]

Possessive Red Xiao x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Commissioned for: @profoundwitchsalad

Art Credit: @ruoyeahs

Warning: Unhealthy relationships.

Prompt:

“You’ve ruined my life because I have a warped idea of what love is and I can’t live without you. But now you’re trying to leave me and I won’t allow that. You left me alive. You have a duty to live for me and by me. I’m not letting you go.”

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Xiao Semi Series

[ Friendship ] [ Falling in Love ] [ Cuddles ] [ Protective ] [ Affection ] [ Jealously ] [ Opposites Attract ] [ String Of Fate (Soulmate) ] [ Fainting ]

Link to original posts:  [Red! Xiao.] [Reverse AU]

[Masterlist]

Alatus was once told a story by his Master. A sinner who falls into hell is rewarded for his only good deed, choosing not to kill a spider. As his reward, a thread is lowered down for him to climb out of Hell. In the end, the sinner remains in Hell because he kicks aside others and the thread breaks. Alatus doesn't remember why his Master told him this story but he still empathizes with the sinner. He would have done the same or asked for this 'saviour' to extend their hand down instead. That way he could pull them down.

"Xiao? Are you okay?"

He slowly opens his jade eyes to see you hunch over, peering down above him, eyebrows furrowed together in concern as you reach down and softly tap his temple. He allows you to take a moment to do whatever you want with his face before he reaches up to grasp at your wrist gently, holding back on his want to rub circles into your skin. His reminiscing can wait for now.

"What is it?" he asks curtly, sitting up and resting his elbow on his raised knee. You pout at his curt tone but shrug it off as you take a seat next to him and lean your shoulder against his. You dig into your bag and pull out slips of commission papers and hand it over to him to read through what needed to be done today. A few Hilichurl camps needed to be taken care of, sabotaging a slime balloon, all tasks that seem mundane to someone who fought in a war. As he's preoccupied, you take a moment to look at Xiao's face. He's just the slightest bit unnerved whenever you do this because you always seem to know what's bothering someone.

"Were you dreaming of her again?" you ask quietly. The silence is a good enough answer but you nod understandingly. You never knew his Master personally but you did fight a long strenuous battle against her. From one look you could tell she was a manipulative and cruel woman. While it may not be very kind to say, you were glad that with her passing, Xiao would be free from her physically. But mentally...there were still some things to work out. But Xiao was a very reclusive person, especially with his emotions, so pushing him any further would only make him irritated and closed off.

"Venti and Zhongli are joining our party for a bit if that’s alright. They'll help out a lot with our commissions and travelling. I like Liyue a lot but climbing mountains stresses my shoulders out," you laugh as you change the subject to something less depressing. Standing up as you dust your clothes off before turning to Xiao and holding your hand out for him to take. He stares at it hard for a few moments before huffing and reaching over to clasp your hands together.

It has been so frustratingly peaceful since the war ended. He's not used to it and he can still feel the lick of cutting winds and the heavy pressure of rocks against his body when he sees the bard and funeral parlor consultant just on the horizon. If it were up to him, he wouldn't play nice with these two Archons but they're important to you so he bites his tongue until he tastes blood. He knows the Archons do the same. As soon as the two of them spot you both, Venti is already rushing and tackling you to the ground in his excitement.

"Traveler! I haven't seen you in ages. You need to come and visit Mondstadt more," Venti cried into your shoulder as you awkwardly patted him on his back. Always with the dramatics but you cared about Venti all the same. Xiao scoffed before flicking his jade eyes to meet gold as Zhongli stared down at him cautiously. Since the war ended, everyone seemed to have this warped idea that Alatus had some vendetta against the Gods and Celestia but he was fighting because he was told to.

"Xiao. It's good to see you again," Zhongli said to him. Xiao just nodded in acknowledgement. Even with this new mortal form, Morax never bothered to change his eyes. His gaze alone held the weight of the mountains he had thrown. If Xiao hadn’t been under one of them before, he might have crumbled under the pressure.

"Alright alright, Venti. I promise I'll drop by sometime this month but we still have commissions to do!" you laugh as you haul the bard onto his feet and swat his cape down from the speckles of dirt. He grins cheekily at you, linking pinkies with you to seal your promise, before suddenly lighting up as if he just remembered something.

"Actually! Before we start anything, I need to speak to Mr. Zhongli and Xiao. Super important archon things, you know?" Venti nodded to himself as the two mentioned people stared at him with varying levels of confusion. But Venti just waved their worries off and linked his arms with both men as he dragged them off to a more secluded corner with a surprising amount of strength, “We’ll be right back!”

"Do what you need to do but don't take too long," you called after the trio as you trailed off to the side, messing with your bag of commission papers and gear. Xiao hated that. He knows that these two Archons are your...friends.. but shouldn't you be a bit more cautious? Just because they have mortal forms doesn’t make them human, it doesn’t make him human either.

"Hey, there's no need to look so scary. There really is something important I wanted to talk to the two of you about," Venti speaks up as soon as you're out of earshot. It still gives Xiao whiplash whenever he drops the persona and switches back to Barbatos. "Since Morax is the only Archon I trust with this information and, while I don't trust you one bit, you're the one that's with her all the time you should also know. She's ascending to Celestia."

Barbatos gauges both of their reactions. Morax seems visibly surprised, his eyes slightly widened a fraction, while Xiao has no idea what that means. His Master didn’t exactly give him a history lesson on Celestia or Archons, just pointed to who was his enemy and dealt punishments when he failed.

"And what the hell does that mean?" Xiao asks as he crosses his arms. Venti appears for a second as the bard pouts before continuing.

"It's like I said. A mortal who performs great, heroic feats can ascend to Celestia and achieve godhood. Where they will watch over their people from above. I've only seen this once before so it took me a while to recognize the signs. But 1000 years ago, I helped a woman named Vennessa with her ascension and with the traveler's recent actions with winning the war. Well, you don't need me to explain the rest," Barbatos finishes. Zhongli simply hums as he cups his chin and absorbs what's just been heard. He doesn’t seem troubled by the news at all.

"Have you told her about this?" Zhongli questions as he looks towards the direction that you left. Venti shakes his head. “That would mean that she would vanish from this world."

“I know she loves this world. Whether she wishes to ascend or not isn’t my choice but I want her to continue her travels with that beloved smile on her face. But if she does choose to ascend, she will need our help," Venti stares at the two of them in a mix of pride, sadness, and determination. "Can I count on you two for your help?"

It's a complete white noise in Xiao's ears as his surroundings fade out. He thinks he can see Zhongli nod to Venti wishes, the ever calm smile on his face to match the cheery grin on Venti’s. What, now you want to become a God? Leave this world behind? That’s not funny. You made him give up everything. While in your eyes, your blinded hero syndrome, you think you've liberated him from a soulless conquest but he still has nothing. You still took everything away from him and your only compensation was to have him by your side until he left himself. But now you want to leave without a warning? That’s not fair. You don’t get to take back what you owe. He won't allow you to leave him behind.

“Did something happen? Did Venti say something unnecessary again?” you ask out of the blue. Zhongli and Venti had returned to their respective regions once your commissions were all finished. Since the three of them disappeared to talk Archon business, Xiao had seemed even more tense and aloof than usual. As if he was out of it? You knew that everyone was still suspicious of Xiao and they were angsty to leave you alone with him, but you knew Xiao would never do anything to hurt you. When he doesn't answer, you slowly reach over and you subtly nudge his head up onto your lap and look at him curiously. Before reaching down and cupping his cheek. He leans into your touch before turning his face into your palm and leaving a soft kiss. It makes you giggle at the ticklish feeling as you look at him so softly. It annoys him.

"You were never connected to the war and yet you fought against us anyways. Even when I killed so many people, why did you choose to spare me?" he asked as you blinked at him before giving it some serious thought. He went on a rampage and almost destroyed the world. It was fun. He doesn't have any regrets at all because he hated humanity. His own Master was human after all. But then you appeared and stopped him. A random outsider that wanted to play the hero. He thought it was cute. Perhaps he had underestimated the lengths someone would go to to save the world they loved but when he fell defeated at your feet. He said that this wouldn't change a single thing. He would still scorn humanity and what they did to him. He was so sure he would die there but you chose to extend your hand down to him instead despite what your companions felt. Even when the war ended and he had nowhere else to go, you offered him to travel with you. Nothing changed about his mentality, every person that chose to talk to him was quickly scared away with piercing eyes. Every conversation started would end in silence. Every touch would be met by the tip of his spear. But you would link your hands together with his and smile brightly, and he would always end up forgetting his trauma for a moment. You’ve... become precious to him.

"I love this world and everyone in it. You are a part of that world even if you tried to destroy it. It...didn't seem fair to leave you behind when you've suffered just as much," you finish but it only seemed to spark a wave of deep anger inside of Xiao. He quickly lurched up, almost knocking your forehead with his, before grabbing the scruff of your shirt collar and yanking you forward.

"Cut it out with that "love of everything" crap. It's revolting. So you're saying the people I killed weren't worth avenging? Do you think I'm so weak that I need protection? It's one thing to try and please everyone but at least have some awareness would you?" he snarled as he pushed you to the ground. He knew he was being harsh on you and you had every right to walk out and abandon him but you didn't. Of course, you wouldn't. You needed him as much as he needed you. You just reached over and tenderly reached your hand and placed it next to his. Damn it, why is he always the one stuck worrying about you.

"Then you want to protect me, right? Then don't break your promise. You left me alive which means you have a duty to live for me," he takes your hand in his and squeezes hard. Digging his nails into your own until crescents appear and tiny specks of blood appear so you know he's serious. He doesn't care how you interpret his words, just so long as you never leave him.

"Don't die on me, Hero."

It's been a few hours since the conversation so it's pitch black outside but Xiao was never one to sleep. Even if he could, his mind is too loud to fall asleep too. He's startled when you melt against him fully asleep. Honey smooth as you curl up to his warmth and cling to him like moss to a rock. He can feel his cheeks start to flush as his heart begins to pound against his chest. He can't breathe as his world is filtered through each beat that drums against his ears. He's not sure if there's actually something wrong with him or if it's just been a while since someone got so close and his instincts haven't left.

He's just realized it. He's feeling pain. The feeling in his chest is black but he can't claw it away. It's strange in a way that he can't explain it, that he's never felt before, that he's never felt the need to experience. His life had been warped by battle and a constant push to submit to his Master. They are all things he knows but the gentle words that come from your mouth, the bright eyes that hold the world, the horrible ice-hot feeling inside of him is so foreign yet too easy. He doesn't like it.

It makes him feel...clean in a way. Enlightened perhaps? His Master is long gone and it's like you said. He's free now. Free to make his own decisions and live his life how he wants to. He carefully turns over so as to not startle you away as he really looks at you. You look so peaceful in his arms, eyelids shut without worry, face slack without nightmares, breathing so softly against him. If you weren't so close to him that he couldn't feel the rise of your chest, he wonders if he would think you were dead. He stares at the lock of hair swaying back and forth with each breath like a starved man. The strange feeling doesn't stop. He hates it. It's everything that goes against him and what he knows and everything he should want. He's supposed to be the villain in your story, he should kill you right now-

"Xiao..." he hears you mumble beside him as you lean further into his arm. Damn it. How low is he going to go?

“What are you thinking about now? You just need to think about me. Don’t think about anything else...but me” Xiao sighs before he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him until you're snug against his chest. Close to him, where he can touch you, where you belong. Not with Morax or Barbatos. Not with humans but beside him. He closes his eyes and nuzzles his head into your hair and he stares off into the distance. The feeling never leaves him for the remainder of the night.

"Ah! There you are. I was running around crazy looking for you," he turns his hair to see your flushed form pulling yourself up onto the mountain cliff, "When I woke up I couldn’t find you anywhere! You gave me a scare there."

He hates you. He hates you.

Words of his previous master ring in his ears, almost as if her very soul is wrapping around him as she whispers in his ear how weak he is. Ones with power that refuse to take what they want because they rather live in the comfort of nothing. Be greedier, take what belongs to you.

"Xiao?" you say as his piercing eyes stare directly through you. His Master always told him that she loved him. Even if he hated her he still clung to that false love. Of being wanted. Isn't love for a single person vile? Would feeling such emotions for one person instead of "everyone" bring you down to reality? It's not fair that you've crawled your way into his heart while you walk along in bliss. Now that he thinks about it. It was so simple. He just needs to monopolize your thoughts and love. This time it won't be as friends.

"I love you."

He'll pull you down to where he is. You extended your hand down to hell so it's your fault. He'll drag you down kicking and screaming if he has to. You left him alive. You have to live for him and by him. He's not letting go.

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Howl TWD AU. Daryl Dixon x OFC 13/15.

New day, new chapter!

We are almost at the end of the series, just two more chapters and we'll know the destiny of Daryl and Ixeia and the people of Woodbury.

What's going to happen with Merle too?

We'll see!!

Enjoy!!

Howl

Daryl Dixon x OFC.

Warnings(For the all series); AU. M, Smut, +18, hurt/comfrot, blood, violence, bad language, war plans, ABO references, Knot thing, a lot of references about werewolves mixed with my own imagination.

Warnings chapter: War. Blood. Toxic inffections. Merle being Merle. A lot action scenes.

Outside Narrator.

Words: 5050

N/A: Yes, I know, I use Woodbury a lot in my stories, but Seasons 2 and 3 are my favorites and they can’t live in a prison…. Woodbury is the closest thing… and yes, Rick and Michonne are together because I love them and I miss them a lot, sorry if someone is unhappy about this.

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Part 13.

Daryl wastes time for a couple more days talking to Merle. He wastes time because his brother doesn't tell him anything new about the pack that accompanied him. He tries to make him see, to understand, that they have left him behind, that they aren’t coming back for him, but the man pays no attention, he seems determined that his people will come back for him at some point.

"When that happens, ya'll have to be prepared, little brother, ‘cause this little town will burn to the ground." He assures him with a smirk.

"Not if I can help it." He growls back walking out of the cell with a scowl.

It's been a rough few days in Woodbury, Negan's people have been tracking the scouting party that Merle showed up in town with. They've been confronted by several more groups throughout the week, small units of wolves trying to get through Daryl's territory encountering Negan's wolves ready to set their teeth on them. Daryl doesn't understand why they are sending small packs of wolves out there. If the purpose is to retrieve Merle it would be more effective with a much larger formation, on the other hand if they are just doing it to find out how many there are and prepare for a more powerful attack...

Daryl doesn't like to think about it, it means there are too many of them and they could be at a serious disadvantage.

The Alpha tries to bring his brother to his own side, get him on their side to get an extra set of hands to help them fight, but the trust he has in these people won't budge. It's really frustrating. On the other hand they continue without letting their guard down. The patrols are doing their job well, they have managed to capture some of the wolves that have reached the forest, but when they try to interrogate them the incoherent babbling shows that this so called "Governor" is looking for easy and fickle minds to manipulate them and use them as cannon fodder. That pisses them off even more. The packs are always strict and somewhat reserved with the pups born with difficulties and with the Metis, but within the pack itself there is always a balance of respect and care, they help those weaker wolves to move forward. There are cases where packs of very pure lineages disown all those who cannot be useful to their cause and the Governor is acting exactly the same with these werewolves.

So they know pretty much the same as they did from the first moment they started.

Nothing.

But the atmosphere is charged, heavy. In the air feels something wild, something dangerous, they're not far from Woodbury, Daryl knows they're getting closer, slowly but surely, that it won't be long before they're peeking through the gates of their territory trying to claim what they think belongs to them. It will be cruel and bloody. Everyone is aware of this. The Governor will seek out the best and try to put them at his mercy as well as those he believes he can manipulate, he will try to take as many females as possible to help him increase his herd, he will kill all the Alphas that are linked to his Omegas and he will also take care of the humans living in Woodbury.

Merle has repeated this to him ad nauseam.

"Stop worrying" Carol tells him that morning as the woman walks up to Ixeia's house, the two of them now sharing the nest the she-wolf had once made. Daryl's cabin was crowded, so it was a good excuse to stay close to his she-wolf.

"I can't stop worryin’, Carol... I feel like we're missin’ somethin’ important and it's gonna blow up in our faces..."

"You've covered all the flanks that could be vulnerable, the boys are still on their guards, we're all careful in town, you've managed to join forces with a pack that seems to be just as eager as we are to stop these individuals from doing harm... I think that's quite an accomplishment."

"What happens when it's all over? do ya think they'll just go away?" He looks sideways at her, rubbing his hands together nervously.

"You mean because of Negan? He does seem a little conflicted, but his wife has him on a tight leash." She can't help but laugh. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." She mumbles but sees Daryl smirk in amusement as well.

"No, I get yer point, she seems to be the one wearing the pants in the pack... I guess as long as nothin’ happens to her..." He shrugs and Carol strokes his hair lovingly, the wolf lays his head against her touch and closes his eyes from the caresses.

"How are you doing? Out of all this, you know what I mean."

"Fine, I think..." He groans and bites the inside of his cheeks. "Adjustin’ to myself... My Alpha status is shot, there are too many people around me right now and I have this stupid need to be on my toes all the time..." He sighs because he doesn't like the role of controlling leader. Nor of leader. "I used to live more peacefully as a vulgar Metis." He jokes feeling Carol nudge him a little and smiles.

"You aren’t vulgar, don't say such things." He smiles knowing what the Ranger was referring to. "I'm glad you met all these wolves, I think... Your condition isn't well regarded, from what you told me, from how I see you move around them, and they don't seem to care. They even seem surprised by your true status as an Alpha, I think that's a positive thing for you."

"I guess..." He shrugs again, it's a customary gesture for him. He scratches his head, hesitating. "I have to admit, I'm surprised no one from the Council came lookin’ for me or to talk to Merle when Merle was out there wanderin’ around on his own... I guess we ain’t as important as he thinks we are."

"And there we are again." Carol rolls her eyes knowing she can't change her friend's personality and rises from her seat. "You may not be important to them, but you are to a lot of other people, Daryl Dixon, so stop making that face, you hear me?"

Daryl gives her a sidelong glance and a soft smile tugs at his mouth, shakes his head in a gesture that should be a nod and lowers his gaze again, fiddling nervously with his own hands. He's never been good at accepting compliments from anyone. Although Carol has always tried since they've known each other, but it's still difficult for the Metis. The pleasant conversation is nipped in the bud when a rumble makes them both flinch.

What is happening now?

Daryl gets up in a hurry, opens the door of the house and the two of them observe from afar that the police station is on fire. The breath catches in his throat as his eyes widen in horror, people are running in panic from one side to the other trying to save themselves from the flames, to find something to put out the fire. Carol puts one hand to her chest and the other to her mouth to quell the gasp of panic at what she is seeing. A huge wolf transformed into its hybrid form appears in the two's field of vision and knocks over several cars while hitting people passing by, knocking them out.

The Alpha roars in desperation rushing down the stairs, but stops when he senses Carol following him. He turns to her, hurriedly, his gesture serious, his brow tightly furrowed, his jaw clenched, his fangs growing out of the corners of his lips. The woman takes a step back at his gaze full of rage; lethal and dangerous. She nods her head stopping at the stairs and Daryl howls to gather his own as his body abruptly transforms into his hybrid form. To his surprise, his mind is still semi-conscious like last time, but his bones didn't hurt as much when he took his form. He shakes his head and flexes his hind legs running at full speed towards that wolf that is heading straight towards the flames of the police station.

Before he can get there and stop it, he sees his brother appear in his hybrid form among the fire. The other wolf stops and they shake hands, glad to see each other. Anger swirls in Daryl's chest and he feels his consciousness weaken a little more. He growls and clenches his fists, he has to calm down if he wants to remain able to control himself and not become a Berserker again. He howls with all his might, listening in the distance to his people answering his call. He leans his body forward, his long nails digging into the asphalt. The two wolves sense his presence and turn to face him, yet he sees a crooked smile in the grimace Merle makes in his hybrid form. The wolf that has gone in search of his brother lunges for him as the Metis moves off in another direction.

No, he isn’t going to let it hurt anyone else.

His body lunges in his direction, but the other hybrid gets in his way, its massive head slams into his side, pressing into his ribs, knocking the wind out of him as it throws him a few feet away. Daryl digs his nails into the ground to break his fall and turns towards it. He's a young wolf, his form smaller but perfect, a Hominid who hasn't long experienced his First Shift, which tells Daryl he's just a kid. He mentally mumbles. He doesn't want to kill a child. He roars and barks in threat, the little hair covering his form bristling warning that he's in danger, but the Hominid doesn't budge. It howls and runs towards him, leaps up several meters in the air ready to fall on the Metis. Daryl waits for it, but never manages to hit its body.

Another wolf throws itself on the young man, both fall several meters away from Daryl, roll on the ground, lifting the asphalt with them, collide with a car that sinks under the weight of the body of both wolves, but stops their advance. The wolf also incorporates into a hybrid form, black and gray fur, his huge paws holding a bat that he doesn't hesitate to unload against the other hybrid's jaw when it tries to move, knocking him unconscious against the car. He turns to Daryl, his blue eyes flashing for a second before nodding his head.

The Alpha doesn't hesitate, grunting in thanks before bolting after his brother. He doesn't know where he's gone, but it can't be good, if he's escaped it will be the best of news, but when he sees several wolves and hybrids appear through the forest he knows this has only just begun. He mentally curses running at full speed. He has to get his people to safety no matter what.

Negan meets Lucille, walking calmly on his two hind legs, the bat against his shoulder. The woman rips her nails from the body of a wolf she has stopped before it enters the town and shakes the blood over them. Her gaze connects with her husband's and he growls low.

"They're coming." He says in the woman's head, one of her Gifts is beast communication, allowing her to talk to wolves and any animal. "We must prepare."

"I will send our people to cover the wounded, we should gather them all at the Greene's farm." Replies the woman and the male wolf rolls his eyes.

"Why do we have to risk the lives of our own for some humans?"

"Because it was part of the deal when we allied with Dixon. It's not our territory, Negan, we have to adapt to their laws." He explains to her with weariness. "This is not the time for this, gather your men and explain the situation to them." Lucille orders him before howling, several wolves reach her and together they move away up the street to stop the wolves that have entered Woodbury.

Negan growls once again in disagreement with his wife, but does not disobey. He looks to his best men for this mission, he knows he must or Daryl and Lucille could give him trouble, even though she is his wife she has more power than he does, he knows she can overpower him with a simple look and he is too proud a man for everyone to witness something like that.

"Dwight, Simon, Laura." He calls to his wolves and they come up to him in their hybrid form. "Help the wounded, find the humans and take them to Hershel's farm." The wolves growl and nod, but Simon doesn't seem very cooperative. "These are fucking orders from your Alpha, from Lucille, so take that fucking face off and do as you're ordered. Protect them, don't let any of those fucking wolves get close."

"Yes, Negan." They bark at the same time before speeding away from there.

"Alright, the rest of you, let's teach those fucking dogs some manners!" He barks loudly and his people howl in agreement running through the various streets of Woodbury in search of the intruders.

Jesus is helping Rick get the car ready with the baby and Judith's things when they see a huge wolf run past followed by another that is almost devoid of fur. He freezes for a second when he detects Daryl's scent on one of them.

"Shit, Rick!" He calls out to the Sheriff who has entered the house in search of the children.

"I saw him, go!"

"We need to get to Hershel's farm first!"

"I'll take care of that, come on, Daryl needs you!" shouts the Sheriff again, but Jesus shakes his head.

"No! We all have our mission!"

"We got this!" appears Laura in her Hybrid form, she as a hominid can talk to humans and beasts in either form. "We're helping people get to Hershel's farm, you take care of your own!" The young woman says to Jesus who looks hesitant, but she gingerly picks Judith up and hoists her onto her massive shoulder. Rick also looks frightened, but the girl laughs and clings tightly to the young girl's fur.

Laura falls onto her front legs taking a curved stance, protecting with her body the car where they were storing everything they needed. Michonne stands frozen in the doorway of the house with RJ in her arms, not knowing whether or not to leave, that wolf doesn't know him. Carl behind her pats her shoulders wanting to relax her and gestures for her to be calm. Dwight then appears in his wolf form, when everyone is inside the car, the wolf gets in front to lead the way. Laura barks gratefully and walks away to help at another house. Jesus walks up to Rick's window and Rick nods.

"Go, Daryl is using that form a lot, we don't know how long he'll be able to control it." Rick asks him and Jesus nods in understanding.

"Be very careful." He asks them and Dwight attacks several wolves approaching down the same street. Rick puts the car in gear and they drive away being escorted by several wolves.

Abraham and Aaron reach Jesus at that moment, the black wolf transforms into his hybrid form being mimicked by his companions, they howl to know Daryl's position and when he responds, they run after him.

Daryl crushes the body of his brother when he intercepts him between two streets, pushes his body violently making him lose his balance and falls on the facade of one of the houses knocking it down. The Metis wishes there was no one inside. He clenches his fists tightly and bares his teeth at Merle, in a mute threat not to try to get up. But the Dixons have a particular characteristic, and that is that they are stubborn as hell, so the man does not intend to give up without a fight. He joins in and roars against his brother, raising his shoulders, squaring his body to make himself bigger, but Daryl is not intimidated, he knows his brother, they fought together when they were puppies to develop their skills. True, the better Dixon has never managed to beat his brother, but that's not going to stop his desire to try.

Their bodies collide again, the clash is brutal, the sound of their bones echoes in the deserted street, Merle surrounds his neck with his deformed arm and with his left fist hits him in the face repeatedly making Daryl dizzy. Daryl manages to break free of his grip by grabbing him by the back of the neck and throws him to the ground, he tries to hold him back, but Merle is quicker and hits him again to get him off his body. He grunts and shakes his head, they are not going to get him as easily as last time. One of the hybrids in his pack appears giving him what looks like a metal arm that fits perfectly on his deformed stump. It's not an arm, it's the edge of a sword that whistles through the air as he waves both arms and gestures for Daryl to come closer.

He's screwed.

Ixeia makes sure that the people are safe, all those that they have been able to save until they get there, heals the wounds of some of them, tries to calm the fear that is reflected in their eyes and in their trembling bodies, many of them are confused and disoriented. You don't understand what is happening. You discover with relief that Derek is alive, but the man does not allow her to approach him. She is hurt by his rejection, but she understands.

She suddenly feels a sharp stab in her chest that leaves her breathless. The pain that increases, churns in her stomach and spreads throughout her body to her head. She gasps in pain, holding her head with both hands. Her heart beats a mile a minute. Something is not right. Something bad is happening to Daryl.

"Ixeia? What's wrong?" Maggie asks her as she sees her writhing in pain.

"I have to get back to town; Daryl needs me." She looks at her with her eyes full of fear and her voice cracking. Maggie looks at her just as scared and nods her head.

"Go, we'll take care of helping people."

"Thank you, Negan's people won't be long in coming to help." She promises her and hurriedly runs out of the barn.

As she walks away she sees several wolves appear, transforming into people, grabbing their weapons, clothes Beth hands them and positioning themselves around the barn and farm to make sure nothing and no one gets through the perimeter, others stay in their hybrid form to make the defense more powerful. She mentally thanks the help everyone is displaying and transforming as she runs she heads towards where his Alpha is, she can smell him, but he is getting weaker and weaker and it makes her chest tighten.

The image before her eyes shakes her. She stands frozen in her position not knowing what she can do. Daryl and Merle are locked in a brutal fight. The older brother has the little against the ground, one of his powerful, strong knees pressing his body into the asphalt as his fist is raised in the air, his teeth clenched tightly, a growl of menace clawing at his throat every time Daryl tries to get up. Merle doesn't want to keep hitting his brother, but next to them, observing the situation, are two more werewolves, waiting for Merle to finish what he has started.

Ixeia at once understands that this is the leader of the pack Merle has joined to overthrow the Council and next to him, there is a woman who lacks hair on her head, deep gaze, marked by huge black circles under her eyes, there is a sinister smile on her mouth and her fists are clenched, wishing Merle to continue with the fight. The "Governor" also doesn’t have a much warmer look than the woman, there is a crooked smile on his face, he oozes superiority and arrogance, he is an Alpha of the old school, of those who believe they are above everything and everyone, those who still think that Gaia chose them for a much more ambitious destiny than the others. Ixeia understands now why they are doing all that.

It is only pride of a clan that is dying out and they cannot accept it.

Rage begins to take hold of her, she growls low and stirs in her seat. Merle punches Daryl again and she lunges for the Metis. She's not going to let them continue to harm her Alpha. She lunges at the one-armed wolf, jaws open, her mouth snaps against the metal arm, digs her nails into the ground and using all her strength throws Merle several meters away from where he is. His huge body impacts against the trees at the beginning of the forest, he howls in pain, but she doesn't care. She stands over Daryl protecting him, she hears him moaning low as he slowly tries to get up. Ixeya steps aside as she feels Daryl's human hand on her fur, she looks at him for a moment before shifting her form herself and with a mute question on her face, he smiles and nods.

"I've been worse." He assures in a hoarse voice.

"So you two are Gaia's chosen ones." The woman speaks, in a soft, whispery voice, with a tone of madness tinging her words that gets goosebumps on both of them.

"We were eager to meet you, all this would not have been necessary if you had come with us from the first moment." Speaks the "Governor" still with his crooked smile on his mouth.

"We don't have to go anywhere with anyone. This is our territory, our home." Speaks Daryl taking a step forward. "Ya people have come here eager to fight and spill blood. Ya ain’t welcome."

"Not welcome? Do you really think we care about laws? No, we are here to change our whole world, to make it better." The woman speaks again, smiling, showing a row of black, rotten teeth.

"We've tried to be nice to you, to make you understand the situation nicely, but you clearly need punishment." The two advance towards the pair and they instinctively back away. "That Omega will be mine and you and your brother will be left as a failed mistake." Spits the roaring man, slowly transforming.

Daryl growls as well, but grabs Ixeia by the arm and pulls her behind his body. There is something not right about those two wolves. Their transformation into wolves is mindless, misshapen, incomplete, but they are not Metis, Daryl can sense that they are both descended from a pure lineage, but there is something not right with them. The woman's eyes are completely black, thick black saliva drips from her mouth, the Governor oozes a viscous reddish liquid from his fur, his nails drip the same black liquid that falls from the werewolf woman's mouth. They are both cursed, something dark and corrupt runs through their blood. Daryl shudders harder as he smells it.

"Stay away." He says to Ixeia. "They’re consumed by Darkness, they have been overcome by Dark forces."

"I can purify them, Daryl, maybe..." She tries to help, but he shakes his head.

"It won't do any good, they have chosen...!" But he can't finish the sentence, the woman grabs him with her huge paw and throws him several meters away, Daryl's body impacts against a lamppost, bending it in half.

"Daryl!" Omega howls and glares at the other she-wolf with hatred.

She transforms to face the woman, her teeth clench around the consumed woman's neck and throws her against the ground in several blows. She barks in pain as she feels her nails dig into her skin, the dark venom burning her skin. She quickly releases her and rests her hands on the ground feeling suddenly weak. She shakes her head hard trying to recover to attack again, but this time it is the Governor that lunges at her. His jaws tighten on her back, he lifts her up in the air and throws her back against the ground, her whole body suffers from the pain, she tries to let go, but the man's strength is far superior, the Dark magic is giving her an uncontrollable strength, which doesn't mean it's good for the bearer either.

Daryl tries to go to his she-wolf's aid, but the wolf-woman intervenes by punching him in the stomach, Daryl is left breathless for a few seconds before receiving the cut of a dagger in his arm. He needs to take several steps back, holding the wound, which burns, it stings, gnawing the skin where the blade has touched. The corrosive poison given off by his weapons and his own body is extremely dangerous, if they are exposed to them for too long they could die, or worse, be consumed by it and become servants of the Darkness like the Governor and the other she-wolf.

"Found you motherfucker!" They hear a war cry coming from a female voice.

The two see falling on the cursed werewolf woman another she-wolf, who hits her snout with a bat with all her might. The bat flies being picked up by Negan who uses it to deliver a hard blow to the ribs to the Governor and get him to release Ixeia. Lucille unloads her fists on the she-wolf who tries to get loose. She grabs one of his arms and twists it, breaking it. The woman screams in pain and the black liquid that was oozing becomes much thicker. Her eyes are devoid of any life and all her hair stands on end.

"Lucille!" Negan shouts as he feels the dark wave coming from the woman.

"You're crazy, Alpha!" She yells at the she-wolf who won't stop convulsing, falling prey to the toxin enveloping her and taking over more and more of her body.

"Stay away from them, don't fucking let them touch you!" shouts Negan once again warning his people who quickly take a step back.

Daryl runs to Ixeya to help her up, they are both injured from the poison, but their bodies are slowly recovering. The Omega tries to heal him with her power, but the hunter gives her a strong look to stop, they are both exhausted from the fight, he doesn't want her to overdo it. He holds her very carefully, returning to his human form once more and leads her away from the battlefield by sitting her down on the steps of one of the houses on the street where they meet. Ixeia resists, she wants to keep fighting, but Daryl stops her once again.

"It's dangerous!"

"I don't care! When are you going to understand that they are my people too! I have the right to protect them too!"

"Yer my Omega, I ain’t gonna let ya die!"

"And you're my Alpha and I have to accept you sacrificing yourself?!" She shoves him angrily. "I can fight, damn it! You all are doing your part to help! We should be with them!"

"Ya dun know how this is gonna end! Those two lunatics are consumed by Darkness!"

"You think I didn't see that!?" She roars fed up with Daryl's denials.

"Hey, couple! This isn't the best time for this!" Negan calls out to them and walks up to them, he has put barbed wire around the bat and hands it to Ixeia. "Use your fucking Gift, I'll hit them with this, the bullets, the knives, go back to strengthening them, now we need you to use all your power on them."

"Yes... I need you to distract them during the ritual." She asks Negan who hands her the bat and smiles broadly, that mischief shining in his eyes.

"Come on, Alpha, let's go play with them a little." He tells Daryl, Daryl hesitates for a moment but transforms back.

"Be careful." Ixeia asks him before he shakes it off and runs after Negan back into the fray.

Lucille and Aaron appear in Ixeia's field of vision as she continues to look worriedly at where Daryl is walking away, the two of them drop several chargers full of silver bullets, knives and the bolts from Daryl's crossbow at her feet. She startles at the metallic sound as an orthopedic arm with a sword blade as a hand falls on top of the rest of the weapons. She looks up to find Merle staring at her with bated breath, sweating profusely and returning to his human form, a trickle of black liquid slips from the corners of his lips and Ixeia is startled. She tries to get up to help him, but he stops her.

"Take care of that, my brother needs everythin’ ya've got to save this fuckin’ town." He snarls and spits angrily, then reverts back to his hybrid form and goes to Daryl and Negan's aid. She hesitates for a moment, she wants to help Merle, it is clear that the wolf had fallen for a lie, like many of those who had followed the Governor and Alpha, surely, who had cursed them with the toxin in order to control them, she was still in time to be able to cure him. Lucille gestures to her grabbing her shoulder.

"He has chosen, you must take care of this, then there will be time to heal the wounds." The Alpha tells her and the she-wolf nods, it hurts, but she has to take her own path in this war.

She kneels in front of all the weapons and lets a greenish aura envelop her before placing her hands and beginning the ritual, it would strengthen and give them the ability to purify, thus making them more effective against those most consumed by the Darkness.

To be continued...

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I hope you enjoyed it!!

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[dragon-kazansky]

Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Happy Birthday @goddessofmischief03 I'M SORRY THIS IS YOUR PRESENT FROM ME!

Part 8

The pair of you drove for hours. Zemo didn't care about where you wanted to stop. All you had to do was say the word and he would pull over here and there. You had taken so many photos on your phone. Though a lot of them were just of him. Maybe you would get those printed and make an album. Maybe you were just getting carried away.

The evening rolled in. The wicked woman had texted you an hour ago to state what time she wanted to meet you. Zemo had dropped you off, kissing you before letting you go. He left to meet with Sam, hoping to get his forgotten car back home.

You entered the bar. It was pretty empty, finding her wasn't hard. Lucky for you, she was alone. You took a deep breath as you walked over to her table and sat down, but not even offering her a smile.

On the table right in front of her was a file. That scared you. Whatever this was about, she was serious. You tried to keep your emotions at bay as you sat still, hands in your lap. You stared at her.

She stared back.

"You came," she said, almost as if she expected you not to.

"Of course I did, I'm not a horrible person who stands people up. Even if I'm here for nonsense."

She narrows her eyes at you.

"Neither am I."

"You're right. You're just blind," you cross your arms over your chest and ignore the waiter who brings you each a glass of water.

"I'm not the blind one," she hisses after he leaves.

"No? What kind of sick game are you playing here? Tony Stark isn't in love with you. It's all a publicity stunt."

"It's not!"

"See? You're blind to the truth. You're being lured in by the fact you admire him. You have been a fan of racing much longer than I. You have seen Stark win over and over again, season after season. You're in love with the idea of dating a professional racer."

She looks pissed.

"It's all lies. You know nothing. I'll show you who that man really is. Chasing Zemo is a mistake. You'll regret ever knowing him after you learn the truth."

"What truth? What are you talking about?" You try to resist raising your voice.

"This!" She slams a hand over the file.

"What is it? What's in there?"

She hands the file to you. You take it, but don't yet open it. You stare at her. On the outside you look cold, calculating. On the inside, your heart is racing and a million thoughts are running through your head. You're freaking out.

"What had Helmut Zemo told you?" She asks, looking you in the eye.

"About what?"

"About him."

"Not a lot. He is wealthy. Has houses all around Europe, owns a large collection of cars that have been passed down through his family. He doesn't have a large racing background, but he is passionate about cars." You shrug, not knowing what else to say.

"So he didn't you he was a Baron? That his family was literally royalty before Sokovia surrendered in the war? He wasn't even in the county when it collapsed. That's why he doesn't talk about it. His family is dead."

"Why are you telling me this? I know about Sokovia, it was global news. A whole country destroyed in the crossfire. If you have any respect for the dead, you'll stop talking about his family that way," you say, glaring at her.

"I'm not done. Open the file."

You glare a moment longer before you open the file. You look down at the first page you're presented with.

"Who is that?"

There was a photo of a young man. Dirty blonde hair, tall, blue eyes, sweet smile.

"That's Pietro Maximoff," she tells you that name as if you should know who he is.

"Who is he?"

"Pietro Maximoff was a racer."

"Was?"

"He died." She reaches across the table and points to some information below his photo. You can't the words on the page.

Pietro Maximoff

Deceased

Died on impact

Cause: Car accident.

Speculation of foul play by the hands of Helmut Zemo. Car appeared to have been tampered with before hand. Witness testified to sighting of Zemo tampering with car. No solid evidence provided.

You stared at the words, letting them sink in. The woman across from you says nothing as you scan the ink before you.

You swallow.

"It says no evidence was provided."

"There doesn't need to be. He was seen."

"Why who?"

"No one knows. They remained anonymous," she shrugs lightly.

"What are you trying to tell me?" You look at her. It was becoming increasingly difficult to hold back your emotions.

"Baron Helmut Zemo killed Pietro Maximoff because Maximoff was his competition. Zemo has raced before, but his career was cut short after this. Unfortunately there was no actual proof to pin on him, the witness only had their statement. Maximoff was the next big racer and Zemo dealt with him."

You stand abruptly.

"No."

"Zemo is a murderer," she tells you.

"Stop, please."

"He didn't tell you any of this did he?"

"You're lying."

"All the evidence is in that folder."

The tears fall. You shake your head and try to control your breathing. She's lying. She has to be.

"Stark told me everything. He even provided the information."

You shake your head again.

"I don't believe it. Why are you doing this to me? Is this your sick way of getting back at me? This is cruel. This is so cruel."

"It's the truth. You won't find anything by looking up the Baron, but if you look up Pietro Maximoff you'll find the story. Zemo killed a man so he could win. What's stopping him from doing it again?"

"Are you implying he would kill Stark? Are you insane?" You almost yell.

"He has killed a man before. What's once more?" She asks, angrily hissing out the words.

"Please don't do this to me," you plead.

"Read it. Accept it. It's true. They might not have anything solid on him, but you know as well as I that it's true."

You shake your head a third time.

"Look at it. Read the articles." She moves the file on Pietro over and underneath is a newspaper article.

Racing star, Pietro Maximoff dies in horrific accident

Baron Helmut Zemo disqualified from racing season over foul play speculation.

Helmut Zemo to stand trial

Baron Zemo walks free

"He wasn't found guilty of anything."

"I said it doesn't matter! He did it. Everyone knows he did it."

"You can't just give around accusing people of murder," you his quietly. You had sat back down, not wanting anyone to see your rage.

"Open your eyes."

"You don't know him," you say, voice falling to defeat.

"You don't know Tony Stark."

"I know him better than you." You close the file. "Do not ever come at me with this. Unless you have hard evidence that Zemo was there and had done what he was accused of, I won't believe you."

"You say that now, but trust me. You're going to come around," she gathers the file and stands up.

You watch her storm away.

You bite your cheek as tears fall. Taking out your phone, you search up Pietro Maximoff.

Zemo's name popped up several times.

He really has been accused of killing this young man.

Why did your chest hurt so much?

Maybe you should have asked him earlier when the thought crossed your mind.

You continue to sit at that table, ordering a drink mindlessly when the waiter comes over. It's all you have.

You look at the photo of Pietro on your phone. He had to be in his early twenties. Probably the youngest racer you had come across so far.

You sit there for ages, slowing drinking.

Your phone then starts to ring. You stare at the name lighting up your screen.

Zemo👑

Did you dare answer?

Having spent too long trying to decide, it clicks off. You stare at the screen. It lights up a second time.

Zemo👑

He must be worried. Yet, looking at his name flashing up on screen, dread fills you. Yob your phone, leave money for the drink, and make your way out.

The cold air of the night feels sharp and bitter against your skin. When did it get so cold? Or was that just you?

There was no one out here.

You're not sure if you felt glad about that. Your phone rings again. You know he'll be coming to pick you up, especially if you don't answer his call.

You swipe the call button and hold the phone up to your ear.

"Y/N? Thank goodness, you were not picking up. I was worried something bad happened. I'm on my way to you now, are you alright?"

You listen to his worried words. You stand there wondering who it was you were actually talking to.

"Y/N? Are you there?"

There is panic to his voice.

"Zemo..."

"Y/N? What is it? What's happened?"

You just knew he was picking up the speed right now. He was going to do anything to get to you now.

"Have you been honest with me?"

"What do you mean? Of course I have."

Lies. He is lying. That little voice in the back of your mind is repeating that to you. Lies.

You begin to cry.

"Who is Pietro Maximoff?"

Silence.

"Zemo, who is Pietro Maximoff?"

"How do you know that name?"

"Who is he?"

More silence.

You sob into the phone. His silence was an answer. He knew who you were talking about and your mind spiraled out of control.

He's dangerous. Stark was right.

You hang up. You turn your gaze down the street and decide to walk. You needed air.

Zemo was losing his mind. That wicked woman! What had she told you? Why had she brought that up?

When he realised you had hung up, he put his foot down. He had to get to you. He had to explain, he had to tell you himself.

He couldn't lose you. He couldn't.

This is not how he had imagined his night to go. Suddenly, things were falling apart.

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[lovethisletters]

Poly MC! hc for the: Demon Brothers!

This is my first time writing anything about poly relationships! So I'm a bit nervous! I took the time to do a bit of research about the subject...however I still have a lot to learn; if you find anything that might be offensive please let me know! Just know I didn't do it with any ill intentions and I'll make sure to correct my mistakes!

Also I didn't knew if you refered to a poly MC who is in a relationship with all of the brothers or how each individual brother would react to MC coming out as poly to them and later starting a poly relationship and how they behave in said relationship...so I did the latter bc I found it to be a bit more easy to write and the first option would have been way too long and I was worried it might come off as boring because of it :c (but maybe I'll try to edit it and then upload it...some day...idk)

so...here it is!

Keys: MC = your main character name

Summary: MC comes out as poly to the Demon Brothers and how they behave in a poly relationship!

Additional notes: MC is gender neutral!

TW: small mentions or implications of jealous/possessive behavior (they're very minimal, but still...just in case)

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Lucifer

Lucifer is probably the one you're the most nervous to talk to.

But when you finally find the courage to do so it goes...to put it mildly, a bit... weird.

He stares blankly at you like you just said to him that water is a liquid or something, he's not very...responsive.

His reaction might come off as rude, considering you spend all this time trying to figure out the "best" way to come out and talk about the possibility of starting a poly relationship.

But the reason why he's not talking much is because he's trying to avoid saying anything he might regret later, you see... he's trying to process his own feelings towards the matter.

Lucifer is someone who has lived for a long, looooooong time, so it's more likely than not that he's already experienced being in a poly relationship.

thing is...such relationship was more experimentation rather than something serious.

And now he has you...someone for who he'll be willing to die for...

He won't say it but deep down he feels like his pride has been bruised.

He just doesn't want to "share" you, you're his and his alone!

But when he looks up at you, and see just how nervous you are, waiting patiently for any kind of reaction from him.

He realizes he's thinking of you as an object and not a person and mentally kicks himself in the face for it.

Lucifer reaches for your hand and offers you a small smile.

After a long conversation where you two express your own desires and worries, you two agree and decide to give it a try.

At first... I'm not gonna lie...it would be quite... difficult...

The man is possessive and struggles to see you giving any kind of affection to any of his brothers.

However I think he genuinely wants this to work, he wants to see you happy and knows that just because you also love his brothers doesn't mean you love him any less.

So he'll sit down and talk to you whenever he feels jealous, he knows communication is key and it honestly makes him feel a bit better.

With time Lucifer comes to accept it; He loves you and he loves his brothers and it makes him happy that they all can share such bond with you.

Mammon

I think he's the one who'll have a harder time adapting to a poly relationship.

I'll even go as far to say Lucifer's jealousy pales in comparison to Mammon's and I think this is due to his low self-esteem.

He won't accept it but he's jealous af when he sees you "getting cozy" with any of his brothers.

He'll even interrupt the moment by placing himself in the middle of whoever you were getting close to or think about some lame excuse to take you away.

This makes things more difficult and tense for everyone, so if Mammon continues his shenanigans expect a LOT more arguing from the brothers...(yes...more than normal...)

You'll have to sit him down and talk to him about his insecurities.

The first times he won't be very open with you, I think he might even get a bit angry if you even imply he's jealous and act all offended and walk out of the room.

Surprisingly the one who makes him understand how toxic he's being and how much this affects you is Asmo!

He'll have a serious talk with him, and just the fact of seeing his often bubbly and cheerful young bro being all serious is enough for Mammon to realize that what he's been doing and how he's been acting hurts you and his brothers.

He'll apologize...the Mammon way...

But ultimately he now makes an effort to respect whenever you're close to one of his brothers.

Just like Lucifer. Mammon will come to accept you love him and his brothers all the same.

He'll sometimes even suggest places you all can go together for a date.

Please, be patient with the avatar of greed with time he will come to accept that love exist in more than one way or form.

Leviathan

Surprisingly, unlike his older brothers, your favorite shut-in-otaku has an easier time adapting to a poly relationship.

Easier, however does not mean problems are inexistent...

He has a low self-esteem and sometimes might get the feeling that you're ""picking favorites""

However he won't tell you anything about it, and he'll just try to pretend like nothing is wrong.

Fortunately for you, Levi is quite easy to read so you immediately notice whenever he's feeling sad.

But all you have to do is have a little gaming session with him, and as the two of you "game" the night away he'll eventually open up to you about whatever is bothering him.

All it takes is a little reassurance and saying "I love you" to the avatar of envy from time to time and he'll be all good with you showing affection to the rest of his brothers.

Satan

Uhhhh...this is a tricky one...

You see...Satan is probably the second brother you came out to and perhaps you didn't even realized that you did because it just happened so natural.

The two of you were talking and it just slipped out of your mouth and he was like "hahaha, right?" And continued the conversation as normal.

He genuinely doesn't care, (don't get me wrong I don't mean that in a bad way) but all he knows is that he loves you and he wants you to be happy, and if expanding the love that the two of you have to his brothers makes you happy, then so be it!

However... remember I said this was tricky?

Satan has no issue with you being affectionate with his brothers...all of them except for Lucifer...

When he sees you getting close to Lucifer he won't say anything, he won't make a scene or a passive-agressive remark, he'll just excuse himself and exit the room. (Neither he will confront you about it later when the two of you are alone)He won't say anything at all; he'll just stay silent and pretend like nothing is wrong.

However you'll be able to notice Satan's true feelings whenever Lucifer has a small present or gesture with you.

Oh? Lucifer gifted you a $300,000 coat? Well, Satan will give you another coat but this one is $600,000.

Lucifer treated you to dinner at ristorante six? Well, darling... guess what? Satan will reserve the entire building just for you!

At some point he will notice how bad this makes you feel, since he's turning a relationship into a competition and that's no good...

He'll eventually take a step back and realize how childish he's being, how his behavior hurts your feelings and might have even made you feel guilty or responsible for his beef with his older brother.

Before you even decide to talk to him about it, he already knows what you're trying to say, so he'll be the one to sit you down and apologize for his wrongdoings.

You're someone who he values dearly and all that he wants is for you to be happy, so he'll be willing to make the effort to get along or at least be a little more tolerant of Lucifer.

There might be times where they still fight and stop talking to each other for long periods of time, but the two of them will take the time to let you know that this has nothing to do with you and that there's no reason for you tu feel guilty.

Because if there's something in wich both, the avatar of pride and wrath agree in... Is in how much they love you.

Asmodeus

Asmodeus (definitely) was the first one to know about you being polyamorous.

He probably knew before you even said anything, let's be honest here...

He's probably the one who you're more comfortable talking about it.

The brothers accept you, yes...but Asmo understands you!

He knows that the world can be quite cruel to people who love differently to what our society stablish as "normal".

Whenever he expressed his liking for more than one person he was shamed or labeled as someone promiscuous who'll never be deserving of "true" love.

It happened in the celestial realm, in the human realm, and even sometimes here in the devildom.

Angels where expected to only focus in the lord and nothing else, some humans are close minded and shame whoever is different from them, and demon's often confuse love with obsession and get easily tangled up in possessive behavior, often viewing their partners as objects rather than individuals with their own goals and desires. (his brothers are the perfect example of that)

So he just knows how difficult it might have been for you to find acceptance.

So he gives it to you; acceptance, reassurance, however many times you need to.

He'll be the one to encourage you to talk with his brothers, he'll be there to support you if you ever feel nervous, and he'll be the one to call his brothers out on their bs whenever they start to show any signs of toxic behavior.

He knows in all relationships communication and trust in your partners is key to a successful relationship, so he reminds this to everyone and even goes as far as to make plans where everyone feels included.

Overall the avatar of lust is the voice of reason in this relationship, because he knows better than anyone else that love is something that can't and should never be limited by what others believe or expect "true love" should look like.

Beelzebub

You weren't sure how Beel would react once you told him.

But still you were pleasantly surprised by Beel's reaction!

He was so accepting from the beginning and even thanked you for trusting him enough to share this with him.

He's happy that you want him to form part of this relationship.

He knows his brothers love you as much as he does and that you love them back, so he sees this as the perfect option for everyone.

He even thinks this relationship has brought everyone closer together.

Over all the avatar of gluttony is more than happy to be with you and share your affection with people he holds equally as dearly.

Belphegor

Belphie, much like Lucifer struggles to understand why would you want such a thing?

Is his love not enough for you?

It takes little more time for him to understand you, and learn that love doesn't just limits to one person.

He can be a bit insensitive some times, so he might accidentally say something hurtful to you about it.

And that's when Asmo has to intervene...

He'll have a talk with his younger brother and make him realize that there's more than one form of love and how his words might have hurt you.

He'll apologize...(much like Mammon) in his own way...

After thinking about it for a while, he realizes he's happy whenever you show affection to Beel, and wonders if it would be the same with the rest of his brothers.

Slowly but surely, Belphie it's more open to this new relationship.

There'll be times where he might try to monopolize your love, but he'll stop once you, Beel or Asmo call him out on it.

His favorite thing of this new relationship is whenever you spend time with him and Beel.

Please be patient with the avatar of sloth.

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If you find any grammatical errors let me know! I'm trying to improve my english and that would help me so so much!

I will forever thank you if you go check out my other profile: @aileysmirnov  where I post things about my OC: edits, one-shots, imagines, art, etc. If you like Greek mythology and the bat family maybe you would get to be as fond of her as much as I am!

Anyway, thank you for reading!

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[zackcrazyvalentine]

*rubs hands* You can't keep Jet away from me forever. But currently wanna get to know him!

"Heeeeey, Jet~ A birdie told me you have to tell the truth right now!" Minxie called out with a grin in place of a proper greeting, her eyes shined with so much playful mischief that anyone would be worried.

"You know, you're not a very honest boy... So this is a wonderful time to do ice breaker questions! Likeeeee," Minxie trailed off for the suspense, but truthfully, she had no intention to be cruel to him, she just wondered...

"What do you truly think about Koron, Zion and Tzuriel?"

The blond boy growled. "Why you little-..!" But letting his anger out only made things worse for him.

He talked, opening a great opportunity for the serum to take control of his lips and blurt his honest opinions now that his lips weren't sealed.

"Koron is the best role model. He is a great leader and I want to be like him. An actual proper leader, not an opresor or tyrant... To reach my goal..."

Jet looked to the side, "Well, maybe he isn't the best role model, but he is a wonderful one. His sleep schedule is very unhealthy, but even with no sleep on him he can program things without much errors, he never stays still and is always searching for things to do, and he can build prototypes that are so close to being perfect designs in his first tries."

"He beats himself up unreasonably. Prototypes are always expected to have errors, specially if it's the first one done. Besides, the only errors his inventions tend to have is the wiring work, nothing else." The 1st year shrugged. "Still pretty amazing, if you ask me."

Jet closed his eyes and blushed faintly. "A-And he.... His music.... isn't too bad, y'know? I never really cared much about music, but his melodies are nice." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Koron is very talented, I admire him a lot. I really wish for him to find his place in the world soon, so he can work on being his best self."

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"Zion..." Jet had an irritated look. "Zion is okay, I guess." Shaking his head, he continued. "A good f-fr-f-... ally to have." Good, he worked a way around saying that word and still speak truthfully.

"A superb teammate, gets the hang of your ideas with no problem at all and works to make them a reality just as hard as you do." The boy pondered something for a second. "While his idea of building and creating machines to aid those who have difficulties moving is benevolent and worth following, it wouldn't hurt if he tried to branch out once in a while. His craftsmanship is amazing."

A final nod. "He's too soft, but Oum knows when to sand up for himself and others. He packs a punch even if it doesn't look like it." In a menacing whisper, he warned: "Don't even dare try to bring down his dreams.... I will personally make your life a living hell if you do."

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Clearing his throat, Jet held back the urge to mock heave. "Tzu-Tzuriel is... an absolute p-pain in the-" His lips, his eyebrows, everything trembled as he held back the effects of the truth serum.

"Tzuriel is like no other!" He exclaimed, the truth forcefully tearing through his throat. Jet shivered, placing a hand on his stomach as he heaved in earnest now. "T-They.... I'm envious of their h-hacking skills."

With a shaky voice, he continued. "You don't want them as an enemy, that's for sure. In a second, they can reveal every little secret you tried to suffocate in the past, destroying any hopes you had for the future." A deep breath to calm the disgust he felt speaking so earnestly of Tzuriel. "They won't have a problem selling you out to get what they want. Honestly, I can respect that selfish conviction to their goals and means."

"Yes, they annoy me and sometimes they distract Zion way too much, but.... I wou- I wouldn't.... wouldn't change any aspect of them!" Another heave.

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Jet massaged his temples. "Great Seven, that was painful and disgusting! Bleh!"

Blue eyes lit up with anger as he looked back at Minxie. "I won't forgive this, Cobain... I will get my revenge on you, it's a promise."

As he walked away, he came close to the girl and said, "Not. a. word. to any of the people involved."

#oc talk #oc game #this boy xD heaving and being all disgusted at admitting he does admire tzuriel to some extent fkdbdk #i adore how stupidly mean he is #soft doesn't fit him and it was a treat to write that tzuriel bit dkebdk #the only one he has no problem admitting is his opinion on koron #hope this helped know a little more about jet! #(also lol his struggle at calling zion friend) #twst oc #jet fletcher #end of line #minxie cobain #others' ocs

[potatopossums]

I know that it's literally just that simple to ask my friend for cuddles or sex or whatever — i know i am allowed to ask anything, and they won't hate me or judge me, even if they say no. But some part of me is really not comfortable with saying those things to my friend. And that feeling sucks because i feel like it's blocking me from being my authentic self.

Like why am I so afraid to be rejected here? Why does it feel world-ending? Like what if I just said:

"Hey i don't expect anything from you in expressing this, but i really get the urge to cuddle and cling onto you in a sort of "protect me from this cruel world" kind of way, i keep picturing you as a figure of physical comfort even if you lack the words. I don't know why, but that's just how my brain likes to picture things, and i wanted to express it aloud.

"I'm not sure what i expect from you in saying this, and i don't expect anything to be said if you have nothing to say. You can confirm or deny it all as you wish, although i know already that some of that stuff isn't accurate for you, which makes it even stranger to me that my brain insists on the cuddling especially, though maybe i define or view cuddling a bit differently than you. Who knows. I think cuddling that plushie you got me is just my self-soothing action, and sometimes when i self-soothe, i imagine other people giving me comfort too; like i imagine that my plushie is you (or some part of you), or i imagine my pillow is your shoulder or lap or something. I feel comfortable with the idea of you doing that sort of comforting irl, and it doesn't feel terribly off from what reality might be, but it also just feels strange in a way too. And it's hard to realize just how much comfort or cuddles i might need sometimes. I self-soothe a lot, and i probably still would continue that solitary self-comfort even if you were in closer proximity.

"But there is just something very comforting about the idea of you sharing the occasional physical touch. Especially in an area of my life that has usually been filled with hollowness and distrust and fear. It's nice to feel so comfortable around someone who not only enjoys touch too, but someone who respects boundaries, and maybe it's natural for me to want to absolutely bathe myself in that.

"Anyway. I don't want to sound like i expect anything from you. I think i would enjoy these things but it's also speculation. And it's also still platonic to me, these desires. It's platonically-rooted shades of intimacy. But i also understand that these things may not be of interest or comfort to you. I don't want to imagine you in a false way. I just want to be open about those things because they matter to me. Trust and physical presence feels nice to me. I like feeling nice and safe and protected. Like, how is it that i can develop jealousy of a dog? Because i want to be treated like that too, hugged and coddled and petted and happy to be seen. Like friendship. Companionship. That kind of bond.

"I want those things. It sucks that i can't lay my head on your shoulder for a few seconds, or pick up your hand or let you pick up mine to look at my hand, little innocuous things that are just small intimacies that everyday people do. And yeah, I'm a germaphobe, i don't do too well with long periods of touching. But i need little bits of sensory therapy and hugs, and regular touches can be so nice on occasion. It's like a little safety net.

"I also get to hug one of my coworkers when i see her every time; it just developed naturally and i love that. It's important to me because in my prior relationships with people in general, touch was strange and uncomfortable and even disrespectful. I value safe things that feel good. Like, I'm pretty sure i could pass out curled up next to you on the couch, or in the same room with you as you worked. I'd love that. Like i wish you were my freshman year roommate. I just want to spend time with you because you feel safe and i like that. I want to fill my life with that. And i know there's probably many more people who can also do that for me too, and i want to fill my life with those people too, and i don't want to overwhelm you. But i just... really love how i feel. I like this. I want more of it. And i hope that i can provide a similar safety to you too. Because you deserve that too."

#personal #alterous #queer #friendship #sensuality #aesthetic attraction #aromantic #platonic #queerplatonic

[spookyconsultingcriminal]

This is my first pride month as part of the aroace community and I'm just so happy!!!

I have identified as ace for about seven/six years now. It just felt so good to finally understand what was going on with me, especially going through high school when absolutely everything seems to be somehow connected to sex and sexual attraction.

After that every time I considered a romantic relationship I'd simply brush it off, because I was afraid I'd not be respected as an asexual person and stuff.

I've been living normally ever since. Until, well...This year.

There is this guy at work and I had one of my platonic crushes. He was just so handsome and seemed so nice and cool. We became colleagues and eventually we started to text. Out of the blue he said he liked me.

I was shocked!

Mostly because I never saw myself as someone who anyone could feel attracted to. I mean... I don't think I'm pretty and I'm also socially awkward. It just... Doesn't make sense for me.

Yet... He was there, saying he liked me. Saying I was beautiful and funny and awesome.

So I thought "why not?". I had a crush on him after all.

We started to... I don't want to say date, because I didn't feel like we were dating and the whole thing happened within a month. But we started to talk about our situation and stuff. He asked about my asexuality and after I explained the whole thing he said he was completely alright with it.

I WAS THRILLED. If I had any doubts before they almost went away completely after this.

Almost.

I was trying my best to make it work, because he said he was alright with me being ace and that NEVER happened before.

But then things started to get weird.

He always said he liked me just the way I was (I know, Bruno Mars vibes) and yet he tried to change me every now and then

I mean, I'm not the most affectionate person in the world. I have my own way of showing affection and I reckon THAT'S OKAY.

But he would constantly ask for physical affection like kissing (he was my first kiss EVER) and hugging, which I loathe (I only hug people I REALLY trust and love like me mum and me best friend). And when I didn't give him what he wanted he would simply rant about how life was hard for him and how he just needed care and physical affection. He even mentioned on one of his rants that he had such a busy sexual life in his previous relationship and that I "would never understand it" because I am ace.

He would also talk about the future so often. I might be crazy on this one but it made me feel trapped, ambushed in a way.

I talked about getting a master's degree in a different city? He said we should look for flats.

I bought this beautiful ring that looked like an engagement one? He said I was engaged to him.

I said I never wanted to have kids? He said it was okay, we could get lots of cats or dogs.

All in less than two weeks.

He also seemed very comprehensive, but he constantly disrespected my boundaries to the point of hugging me during an anxiety attack when I was feeling hyper sensitive ( everything was just too much. The lighting of the place seemed too bright, the sounds were too loud, every touch or movement physically pained me) and I clearly said that I didn't want to be touched.

By then I was more than uncomfortable, I was a proper mess. I would have BIG anxiety episodes only thinking about changing and being more touchy or more affectionate because I needed to be what he wanted.

He was so understanding about my asexuality, after all.

I was freaking out with everything and one day I simply started to wonder why I was feeling that way. Everyone seemed to do it and handled it just fine. It seemed so easy. Why was it excruciating for me?

And then I started to analyse my whole journey.

For a few times I questioned my romantic attraction because I had such a hard time developing feelings and even an innocent crush seemed awkward. I had no problem acknowledging some people's beauty and always thought that this was my way of having crushes on people. I never once had a romantic relationship, but I had fallen for a guy back in High School. We never dated but I am sure I felt something for him.

He was my best friend and we had such an incredible bond. But before having a crush on him he was my friend. It took me a whole year to realize I had feelings for him. I never entertained the idea of settling in with someone, but I'd certainly do it with him.

And then it hit me.

It only happened because I had a strong emotional bond with him. That's why it was being so hard for me to be in a pseudo relationship. Because I felt nothing whatsoever. He was basically a stranger so feelings weren't exactly on the table. I had only started this because he was a person who seemed nice and that showed interest, and besides thinking he was cute I felt nothing more.

I had searched about the aromantic community before and was quite the advocate. One of my best friends is a strict aroace and I always talked to her about the aro spectrum.

I remembered the definition of demi aromantic and it just clicked.

I felt so damn good. SO DAMN GOOD.

I never thought I could ever feel the way I felt when I first said I was ace, but here it was again. That same incredible feeling of relief.

I wasn't broken, I wasn't wrong, I was just different. And there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.

As soon as I understood this, I decided to break up with the guy. I was just so thrilled to tell him.

I thought "well, he was so understanding about my asexuality. He sure won't mind me being demiaro"

LET ME POINT OUT I WAS DELUSIONAL!

I reckon I was the most polite person (is this correct?) in the whole world. I explained it all. The communities. The way I experienced both romantic and sexual attraction. The way I didn't have romantic feelings for him, but I still wanted to be friends.

He said it was cool. That he was happy for me and that he still had a friend.

I really thought it could work.

Less than 24 hours he texted me a bunch of atrocities. Said I was a bitch. I broke his heart violently. That he was going to k*** himself.

I felt so divided, it was like there were two of me fighting inside.

The first one was desperate for him. Feeling so bad for being who I am. If I were normal, this wouldn't be happening. I would be able to have a normal relationship like everyone else.

The second was skeptical. This might sound very hard, but I'm being truthful. I had no shame and no guilt. I felt nothing whatsoever. I wasn't responsible for the version of myself he created on his mind.

+ I didn't feel like I had been cruel or emotionally irresponsible.

Two days after these, he texted me again with a completely different attitude. One that made me really annoyed and that completely destroyed the first version of me that was still saying it was all my fault.

He said he was ready to continue our relationship. That he wasn't going to feel bad for loving someone WHO COULDN'T LOVE HIM BACK. That it was alright and he just wanted to kiss me and be with me.

I don't even know why I got so mad, but these made my blood boil. I just felt like he was offering himself as some sort of cure. That if we continued what we had, I would eventually develop feelings for him and he was willing to wait for it.

I cut him off completely.

I could never EVER be with someone who makes me feel guilty of being myself.

He has been making my time at work a proper hell lately. Still trying to make me feel guilty, and though it's been hard, I honestly don't care.

Ace, demiaro, an introvert, not prone to touching...

I am not changing to please others. And I sure won't change for him!

#asexual meme #asexual #aromantic #aro positivity #actually aro #aroace #acespec #ace culture #ace positivity #aromance #aromantism #pride flag #asexual pride #lgbt pride #ace pride #pride month #latino and proud #im proud #proud #pride 2021