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7s3ven · 1 year

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jealous girl. cato hadley

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Cato Hadley x Female! District Two! Reader

This one shot is for a book I’m writing but enjoy this. Link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/336569852?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=riddlesbleachdrinker&wp_originator=lNYFXKoKSwZS%2FwkVU%2FVInkUksEX5fvHuroL2fOpLQzYw324EJ7uS7vH9NrK7EKz%2FtWuSTO96oj3SPi%2F%2F4Z9sCfk8um5LCzNHP2dloSxR2TYkqun4bDC2EUvFGW59AGeP (JEEZ THATS A BIG LINK, WTF)

“Cause I’m a jealous, jealous, jealous girl. If I can't have you, baby. If I can't have you, baby.”

“Let the 74th Hunger Games commence. May the odds be ever in your favor.”

The moment the countdown reached zero, Y/N jumped off her pedestal. She was racing towards the supplies before the other tributes even had time to process what was happening.

The H/C-haired girl grabbed the first weapon she saw, which was a sword. Cato wouldn’t be happy about that. Y/N slashed at the other tributes, not caring who she hit as long as blood splattered across the fresh grass.

“You took my sword.” Cato muttered as he stabbed a young boy with a curved knife. Y/N only hummed and shrugged.

“The District Twelve girl is getting away!” Glimmer shouted over the screams of terror coming from the tributes.

“I got her!” Y/N replied, throwing the sword at Cato’s feet and picking up an axe as she sprinted after Katniss. “Well, if it isn’t the girl on fire.” Y/N sneered as she grabbed the raventte’s braid, pulling her back. “You escaped from Glimmer’s arrows but you can’t escape me.” Y/N choked Katniss with the handle of her axe, listening to the way she gagged. Katniss scratched at Y/N’s arms, picking off bits of flesh until she realized that would do no good.

With a choked gasp, Katniss harshly head butted Y/N. The H/C-haired girl yelled out in pain as thick, red liquid dripped down her face.

“My nose! You little shit! You hurt my face! You’ve ruined it!” Y/N punched Katniss, screaming over and over again. She was like a vicious beast sinking its teeth into its prey.

Y/N slashed Katniss’ shoulder with her weapon, knocking her to the ground. The H/C-nette attempted to stab Katniss’ throat but she rolled to the side, getting a mouthful of dirt in return. Katniss kicked Y/N’s ankles, causing the latter to topple over.

Suddenly, Katniss was on top of her with a dagger pressing into Y/N’s throat, drawing a thin line of blood. Cato was quick to react. He grabbed Katniss’ shirt, heaving the black-haired girl off Y/N.

Katniss quickly scrambled up, sprinting away. Cato was too focused on Y/N to care.

“I thought you had it under control.” Cato grumbled as the pair walked back towards Glimmer and Marvel. The bloodbath was over, allowing the tributes to rest before the Careers picked them off one by one.

“I did until she tried to slit my damn throat.” Y/N lifted a hand to feel the small, slightly wincing.

“How much supplies did we get?” Cato questioned. There was a large array of bags on the bloody grass, and one of them was bound to contain medical supplies.

“We only got a few bags of food. Marvel and I can go find some more.” Glimmer offered. By ‘finding some more’ she meant stealing from other tributes.

“We’ll guard the supplies then.” Cato uttered, “Don’t take too long.” The blond began to rummage through the bags, searching for anything he could use on Y/N’s injuries and her bloody nose.

“This isn’t needed, you know. My throat will be fine.” Y/N mumbled as Cato forced her to tilt her head back as he cleaned her wound.

“Say that when it gets infected.” Cato fired back. Y/N lightly scoffed, the corners of her lips twitching into a small smile.

“Are you seeing this, Cladius?” Caesar grinned at his broadcasting partner. “It seems the District Two tributes have finally began showing affection to each other, starting with Cato saving Y/N.”

“Yes, yes. We all saw the lingering stares between the two during the tribute parade. However, we have two couples in the games now: Peeta and Katniss from District Twelve, and Cato and Y/N from District Two. How will that turn out?”

“We’ll just have to wait and see.”

__ Y/N bit into a piece of bread, finally silencing her rumbling stomach. Cato was quick to snatch the food out of her hand, shoving it into her mouth.

“Dude, seriously?” Y/N scowled, slapping his shoulder. Cato only laughed. “I was still eating that, you nitwit.”

Night was beginning to fall, which only meant one thing for the Careers: hunting time. Peeta was with them too. Only so they could find Katniss, though.

“Fire alert.” Y/N muttered, pointing over at a dim light slightly concealed by the forest. Truly a stupid move.

“Come on, let’s go.” Cato said.

With their backpacks fully stuffed and weapons in hand, the Careers went bounding into the forest in search of new targets. They followed the fire and found a girl warming her hands by it. She looked up, noticing the sadistic smirks on the Careers’ faces.

There was a loud scream and then a canon, signifying her death.

“Did you hear her shouting? Oh, please don’t kill me!” Glimmer loudly laughed as she imitated the girl’s plead. Cato chuckled, nudging her.

“Hey, that was a good impression.” He said, grinning from ear to ear.

Y/N, who was at the front of the pack, turned around. She saw Cato and Glimmer lagging behind, stuck in their own world. Y/N heaved a frustrated sigh.

She felt like her gut was being twisted. She clenched her jaw, trying to ignore the feeling. As Glimmer giggled again, Y/N’s grip on her axe tightened.

“Tribute, two o’clock!” Marvel announced, pointing at a boy who was sprinting through the greenery. He was making an awful lot of noise, which was the thing that led the Careers to him in the first place.

“I call dibs!” Y/N exclaimed, running after him. She threw her axe, hitting him square in the chest. It wasn’t long before another canon went off. Y/N ransacked his bag, grabbing everything she could and shoving them into her pockets and bag.

“Let’s set up camp.” Marvel uttered. It would do them no good if they were too tired to kill tomorrow. Cato, Marvel, and Glimmer lay on the ground while Y/N skilfully climbed up a tree. She liked climbing things. And turns out, it was a skill many Careers lacked.

Y/N swung her legs back and forth as she stared up at the artificial sky. She glanced down, staring as Glimmer cuddled into Cato’s side. He allowed her.

Y/N felt another strong pang in her chest as she absentmindedly played with a knife she found in her bag. She couldn’t sleep. The adrenaline and envy was keeping her awake.

“Are you ever going to come down?” Cato questioned. He slipped out of Glimmer’s arms and walked to stand underneath Y/N.

“I will.” She muttered, “Soon.” She wanted Cato to stay, but he simply shrugged.

“Alright. Don’t fall out of the tree.” He returned to his former sleeping spot, but kept his distance from Glimmer.

“Night, Y/N.” She heard him say.

“Night, Cato.”

It was another successful day for the Career pack. All of them, save for Peeta, were celebrating their latest kill. They walked out of the thick greenery, almost skipping with joy.

“Hey, look!” Y/N exclaimed, pointing at Katniss. She was wading in the shallow water of a river to relive the burn in her leg. As soon as she saw the Careers, her eyes widened and she bolted.

“Fish out of the pond!” Marvel yelled as they chased after her.

“She’s mine!” Glimmer playfully shouted.

Cato was at the front of the pack, Y/N not too far behind.

“Where you going, baby?!” Cato exclaimed, “There’s nowhere to run!”

Katniss resorted to climbing up a tall tree. She panted as she reached a high branch, looking down at the deadly pack.

“Get her, Cato!” Glimmer encouraged the blond as he began to scale up the trunk, jaw tightly clenched. However, he grabbed onto a frail stick and fell. He landed with a loud thud.

“Fine! I’ll shoot her!” But Glimmer overestimated her aim. She missed Katniss by a long shot. Cato angrily motioned for Glimmer to hand the bow and arrow over, trying for himself. He was just as bad.

“Maybe you should throw the sword.” Katniss sarcastically suggested.

“Or maybe you all should move aside and leave her to the one that can climb.” Y/N piped up, her arms folded over her chest.

The pack stepped aside, allowing Y/N to pass through. She held a dagger in between her teeth as she climbed the tree with surprising speed. Katniss scrambled away as Y/N stepped onto her branch.

“Hello again, girl on fire.”

Katniss pulled out a curved dagger, holding it in front of her. In such close range, her bow and arrows would be futile.

“You’re going to pay for ruining my face.” Y/N launched at Katniss, grabbing her by the shirt and throwing her back. Katniss hit the tree trunk and let out a strained wheeze. The Careers below cheered at Y/N stabbed the ravenette’s shoulder and kicked her burn so hard that Katniss screamed.

Katniss was skilled, but she was no match for Y/N, who was trained for this moment. Katniss heard a faint buzzing above her and she looked up to see some kind of wasp nest.

“Oooh, tracker jackers. If Katniss manages to knock it over, Y/N will be in a very dangerous position.” Claudius uttered to Caesar. The blue-haired man nodded in agreement.

“For those of you who don’t know,” Caesar said, “Tracker jackers are genetically engineered wasps. Their lethal stings can cause powerful hallucinations and, in some serious cases, death.”

Katniss clumsily jumped and sliced the nest off the tree. The tracker jackers emerged, buzzing around the two females. The Careers below were also affected.

Y/N fell out of the tree, screaming as she tried to swipe the wasps away. The pain was blinding her sense of sight as she scrambled to her feet.

“Y/N!” She faintly heard Cato yelling. Once Cato and Marvel realised neither of their District partners were behind them, the blond immediately ran back.

Glimmer and Y/N were both being attacked, trying desperately to run away from the wasps.

If Cato could save both of them, he would’ve. But time was running low and he had to choose. He chose Y/N without hesitation, leaving Glimmer behind to die.

“Shit! Y/N, come on. Wake up. Don’t leave me. Y/N!” Cato lay her on the ground and shook her shoulders, begging her to open her eyes.

“Cato?” She whispered, her cracked and bloody lips slightly parted.

“Yes. Yes. It’s me. It’s Cato.” He grabbed her face so Y/N could clearly see him.

“Why is Clove with you? She’s not meant to be here.” Y/N muttered, furrowing her eyebrows. “Clove, why are you here?”

“Y/N, Clove isn’t here.” Cato said, “But I am. Can you walk?” Y/N tried to stand up but she fell back down. Cato cushioned her fall.

“It hurts.” She whispered, lightly tugging his shirt.

“I know.” Cato gently uttered, stroking her cheeks. “I shouldn’t have let you go up there. I’m so sorry.” For a moment, Cato showed his vulnerability to the multiple cameras surrounding him. “You’re going to be okay, though. Just take it nice and slow.”

With Cato’s help, Y/N was able to stand up. She groaned, leaning against him.

“I’m going to kill her.” She muttered, referring to Katniss. She had gotten away from Y/N two times. It wouldn’t happen a third.

“You’ll get your chance. For now, relax.” Cato kissed the top of Y/N’s head, too distracted by her to notice the sponsor parachute. The small container hit him in the face and he clenched his jaw.

He opened the compartment, briefly reading the small note inside.

Nice romance, kids. Apply this to Y/N’s injuries. - E

Cato screwed open a round container, looking inside in confusion. “It’s, uh, melted oatmeal?”

“It’s ointment, you nitwit!” Y/N snapped, “For the stings!”

“Damn, the stings made her cranky. Here, let me help you.” Cato applied the ointment and Y/N sighed in relief as they finally stopped hurting.

“Thanks, Cato.” Y/N murmured, leaning against him.

“Any time, Y/N.”

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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You get fed to the beast in the dungeon

General Plot: You are a snack for some creature they keep in the basement

W: dungeon, kidnapping, slight yandere behavior, monster fluff

Monster (Caspian) x Pixie female reader

Word Count: 1.5K

“This one’ll work,” the imperial guard said, sounding bored as he dragged you by your collar off of the street where you’d been sleeping.

“Hey let me go!” you snapped, struggling in his arms.

“Shut up scrap!” he snarled, shaking you until your teeth rattled, then turning to his partner, “we just need one, right?”

His partner appraised you, his shiny armour glinting in the morning sunlight.

“Eh…you sure she’s fat enough?” he asked, fingering your cheek with his metal clad hand.

“It’s a fucking beast,” he snarled, “it doesn’t care what it eats. If this one isn’t enough we’ll find him another one.”

They dragged you screaming down the alley, carrying you as if you were just a bit of laundry. Of course, no one came to your rescue. Everyone in the capital knew not to interfere with imperial business, even if they were kidnapping an innocent woman off of the street.

The next thing you knew they were hauling you down a flight of creepy stone stairs to a dark dungeon.

The guards ignored your screams as they chatted about mundane things, how their kids were doing in their lessons and who was and wasn’t getting promoted.

“Dinner’s here!” the one holding you shouted, rattling the heavy bars of a cell when they’d reached their destination.

You swallowed a cry as you peered into the shadows of the cell they were dangling you in front of. To your dismay, the other guard unlocked the door and they unceremoniously dumped you inside, locking it behind you.

“Now that, that's all done let's go grab a pint!” the guard chuckled behind him as they made their way back into the warmth of day.

You squinted your eyes, your vision still blown out from the bright sunlight you came from. You couldn’t make out much in the darkness, only a large form whose shoulders rose and fell in an even rhythm.

“H-hello?” you offered hoarsely to the darkness.

A pair of glowing yellow eyes focused on you. Then another. Then another. Six eyes peered down at you in the darkness, narrowing and widening as they took you in. A deep growl reverberated in the air making you tremble to your toes. You felt air brush your face as whatever you’d been trapped with dragged in your scent. Your heart raced in your chest and you scrambled backwards on your ass trying to put as much space between you and whatever it was as possible.

The creature shuddered and let out a whine, not coming any closer. You watched it for a moment, as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, and its form became clearer. Whatever it was, it was huge, with broad shoulders and a barrel chest. Slick, sparkling teeth farmed an ivory shield where its mouth should have been. Four horns emerged from behind its head framing its face with thick black hair tangled around them. It was curled over on itself, its thick claws clutching its stomach.

“Hey…are you okay?” you asked, your voice still trembling.

The creature shuddered, clutching its stomach tighter.

“S-stay A-away,” it grumbled at you and then the creature convulsed.

You scooted a little closer.

“You look like you’re in pain,” you murmured, “are you hurt?”

It let out a stifled wail.

“T-t-he c-c-urse, stay away,” it hissed at you, drawing in ragged breaths.

You looked around, wondering what you should do. The guards were long gone and from the sound of things they didn’t really care for this creature. No one was coming to help you. You dug around in your pocket and pulled out a few round balls.

“I have candy,” you offered, holding it out to him, “want some?”

You always kept candy in your pockets because it was easy to steal and the bit of sugar kept the worst of the hunger pangs as bay.

The creature turned to you slowly, its large eyes blinking. It curled its body into some misshapen form of itself, bones popping into place as it scuttled across the stone floor towards you.

“For me?” it asked, its voice gravelly and low.

You stifled your fear as its massive teeth came dangerously close to your small fingers. You pushed the candy towards him.

“Sure, take it.”

A long pebbled tongue slid out from between fangs and yanked the candy into its mouth.

“Mmmmm,” it purred and you heard its saliva swish around as it sucked on the treats.

The creature curled up next to you, still trembling but humming happily. You dared to run a shaking finger over its bumpy skin.

“S-so hungry,” it groaned.

You patted its head.

“I think you are supposed to be eating me,” you reminded it, even though you probably shouldn’t have.

It shook its heavy head.

“No meat,” it grumbled.

“You don’t like meat?” you asked, surprised, your fingers hovering over its skin.

A bony hand poked out and pulled your hand back down to its hair.

“Vegan,” it explained simply.

You nodded, frowning. The thing was starving and they were trying to feed it you!

“Why are you down here?” you asked.

“C-curse. D-dad don’t want.”

You sighed. Poor thing. Cursed and tossed down in that horrid cell to rot. Fortunately for him, he had you and what the imperial guards didn’t know when they dragged you off of the street is that you were a pixie.

“Come on you,” you said, standing up and holding out your hand.

His six eyes flashed up at you confused.

“We’re getting you some real food,” you explained, taking his bony fingers in yours.

You tugged him to the door and hovering your hand over the mechanism infusing it with your magic. Pixies weren’t particularly adept magic users, but your strength was sneakiness. You could come and go through locks as you pleased. There was a click and the door swung open.

The creature held back as you tried to pull it behind you.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, “don’t you want to get out of here?”

He looked down at himself, considering his hunched form and the remnants of whatever clothes he had been wearing before he had become what he was.

“S-scared,” it grumbled.

“It’s okay,” you said, tugging it along, “I’ll be right here the whole time.”

A determined look crossed his face and he followed you out.

You pulled him through the dungeon and up a flight of stairs to the surface level.

“What’s your name?” you asked, making conversation as you crept around the back side of the castle to the forest.

“Caspian,” he grunted.

You smiled up at him. In the sunlight you could see how truly horrendous he was, but his looks didn’t bother you. He had a softness in his eyes that was endearing. You led him through the woods to an apple orchard you often pilfered fruit from.

“Here,” you said, handing him a shiny red apple. He cupped it in his claws like it was the most precious thing in the world before devouring it. You fed him as many as you could shake down until his belly was round and his eyes looked glossy and sleepy.

You watched him bask in the sun, chewing your own apple, happy to see some color in his cheeks.

“So where are you going to go now that you’re free?” you asked.

He pointed at you with a long claw.

“You.” he grunted, then pointed at himself, “mine.”

“Oh.” You swallowed your bite of apple.

You’d always been alone, you’d never had a companion before so the idea of it kind of startled you at first.

“Well…where do you wanna go?” you asked, “I’m not falling asleep in the capital again. I’ll tell you that.”

He shrugged and pushed his arms behind his head, relaxing. You crawled over next to him and laid your own head on his bicep, listening to the birds chirp in the trees. Paired with the even pulse of his breath you were soon lulled fast asleep.

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linkedspirit-fanartfunart · 8 months

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Crossbow Training and Parent Training

Ordon's Backstory for "Link's Crossbow Training" which has a Story :3- in which he meets his adopted son, Aror- a young twili transformed into a twilit beast. Ordon's adventure ended a few years ago, but things still linger. Warnings: unresolved angst (I have to save that for the main story), injury/pain, kid tantrums, forced transformations, child endangerment, overall just a lot of angst in theme with twilight princess stuff. Ao3 - Art of this!! --

The portal hummed with dark power. He hadn't seen it open up under him. He only tumbled out and fell into somewhere bright and green. He fumbled on all fours, scrambling back away from the other creatures. The dark corruptions of twili were immediately pounced on by a massive creature with sharp teeth and bright blue eyes. Atop the creature sat an imp with a stone eye. The imp was clearly in control of the beast, shouting directions. She seemed vicious. He ran into the trees and hid himself, listening to painful cries and screeches.

It all stilled. There was only the sound of the monstrous wolf's breathing. The beast walked in a short circle when the sound of a portal opened back up. He shifted to try and look, but it vanished before he could. The imp's eye caught him. He froze in fear. She seemed familiar in a way he couldn't place. She snarled, and he thought he heard her growl "Zant" under her breath. He took a step back to hide himself in the trees.

The wolf had stopped, turning to look back at the imp. Her gaze lingered at the trees. She flicked the wolf's ear "There's nothing else here. Giddy up pony boy."

The wolf huffed and rushed off.

He waited a while longer before he came out of hiding, looking around the new world. Everything smelled weird. Half like home, half like nowhere he's known ever before. Like a corruption of them both. The small twili beast huffed and began to wander, searching for somewhere that felt a little closer to home.

2 years later

Link looked carefully at the crossbow, fingers tracing its edges and details. "Ya’ll really didn't have to." He said softly.

Rusl chuckled, "We figured you needed an upgrade in equipment. We all pitched in, it wasn't any trouble, kid."

Shad leaned against his shoulder, "I believe you'll quite enjoy it old boy, I did try to ensure it was durable enough for you."

"It's why he had you carry piles of books around all last week" Ashei said, shaking her head. Shad waved a hand and shushed her.

"Ya’ll could've just asked me about my draw weight?" Link laughed.

"That ruins the point of it being a surprise." Rusl said.

Link's ear twitched. A sound of a distant cry hit the wind, like an echo. He shook his head and smiled at the group. "Thank ya'll. It's a wonderful surprise. I'll cherish it."

"I better see ya practicing," Rusl said, pointing a finger with a playful smile.

"I will!" Link laughed, "When have I ever skipped practice?"

"Fantastic!" Shad announced. His proud, excited posture one Link could only recognize as when a theory had been proven. Link turned to him and raised an eyebrow. Shad grinned, "I had a series of crossbow training targets set up through the village!"

Link snickered and shook his head as Shad and Ashei tugged him up into town.

The Twilit Beast sniffed the air, looking around. He finally caught a faint scent of home again. With an ear-piercing wail, the small beast began walking through the desert. He didn't know why they hadn't even responded to him yet. Surely they could hear him? He cried again. Rumbling deep into the bones of the earth…. He just needed Someone to hear him.

…

Link frowned, looking across the desert sands from the edge of the plateau. "Stalfos?"

"Yep," Auru said, leaning against his post, "The Desert isn't very easily passable regardless, but they've been crossing over to some of the roads nearby. With how they act, ambushing people, you'd think they'd be looking for something."

Link hummed, considering, then nodded. "I'll go."

Link stepped through the sands, looking around carefully. The shifting sands never did well for his ability to track things. The desert winds usually obscured any prints well before he could get to them.

Instead, he let his instincts guide him, wandering, inch by inch, towards Arbiter's Grounds. He fiddled a little with the new crossbow, twirling it in his hand idly. It was a good weight, and it was becoming nicely familiar. Soothing.

A piercing howl.

Link froze.

An ink dark silhouette rose above the sands into view. Eyes wide, he stared at the vision ahead. It couldn't be real. The twilight had been closed to this world. The beast looked up at him. Head tilting.

Link felt his body tense. His finger twitched against the crossbow trigger. The twilit beast sniffed the air. It’s small body tensed in response to Link’s own body language. It howled again, forcing Link to cover his sensitive ears. A stalfos rose from the sands. That explained it. The beast’s cries were summoning stalfos in the absence of other twilit beasts. Link huffed and aimed his crossbow to destroy the stalfos. It shattered into the sands. Another, longer howling cry. More and more began to rise, surrounding him. Link spun, assessing the situation. He needed to deal with the twilight beast. He shot the closest stalfos and turned again to look where the beast had been. It had vanished in the sands. Link let in a deep breath, refocusing. Target practice time, he guessed.

He aimed and fired bolt after bolt. Soon they had surrounded him, forcing him to twirl in place. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. A massive stalfos emerged and he fumbled back to hit it repeatedly.

Something sharp hit his back and he shook himself, tearing away from the stalfos. He shot it point blank, sand weathered bone shattering in his face. He winced and rushed to destroy the rest before they entirely overwhelmed him.

Eventually, the sands stilled. He tracked his surroundings for any remaining stalfos, wary of another round. Nothing.

He put his crossbow away, eyes shifting over the sand. He sighed heavily and began walking. Idly, he wondered who this lingering beast could be. A dark, traitorous, part of his mind wondered if it could be Midna. That she had somehow broken the mirror in such a way that she had been cast back into their world as a beast. It seemed like such a terrible fate… trapped in a world that wasn’t your own, in a body that wasn’t your own. He’d done it once, he wouldn’t want to do it again.

Link spotted a bulblin skitter across the sands in the distance. A small object was in its grasp, reflective. The light hitting it too bright to make out the item's details. He frowned. Rushing after, the ranger followed the creature to the edge of their hideout. As quietly as possible, he snuck through the opening. He walked alongside the wall, keeping an eye out for places to hide himself.

A horn blasted into the air. Link startled, eyes wide. A bulblin on a tower had spotted him and sounded the alarm. Link felt a low, animalistic growl rumble in his chest. It startled him, noting the side effect of being a wolf still lingered, even after two years.

A bulbin swung at him in his peripheral. He leaped to the side. He pulled out his sword and crashed against the bulblin's weapon. He snarled at it as the creature pushed back.

The bulblin swung wildly and Link barely had time to consider shielding. Instead, he raised his sword to block. The swing held enough force it knocked his weapon out or his hands. His hand stung with the hit and he was forced to retreat further in. He pulled out his crossbow and shot. The bulblin crashed to the ground.

Link spun and fired at another bulbin rushing toward him. Quickly retrieving his sword and putting it away, he pushed through the hideout with his crossbow. He dodged around the crumbling stone structures. An arrow lodged itself into his shoulder. He growled and trained his crossbow on the archer. The bolt whipped through the air and it fell. Soon enough, the hideout was cleared. The only sound was the howls of the winds.

He huffed, sighing heavily, and fumbled to sit on the ground. He looked over his shoulder. He fumbled through his supplies and grabbed a chu potion and water. He pulled his gloves off and dashed water over his hands to rinse them. He cradled the potion in his lap as he snapped the arrow shaft. He closed his eyes and fumbled with the rest of the arrow to dislodge it. Then he pulled. A cry escaped his throat. He quickly downed the potion. He tossed the arrow to the ground and sighed, feeling around the edges of the wound to ensure the potion had closed it.

He washed his hands again, pulling his gloves back on. He stood, huffing. He walked through the hideout and looked through the bulblin's acquired goods. He grabbed anything that looked like it had been stolen off of Hyrulians. Auru and Shad could help return them. Eventually, he found what he was actually looking for. A small reflective shard. A fractured piece of the mirror. The center, judging by the triangle design in the back. Link tumbled it in his hands, frowning. It was a dangerous thing to consider keeping. But… he had to know what the bulbins were planning to use it for. He pocketed it and began the rest of his journey towards Arbiter’s Grounds.

He stared at the empty space where the mirror once belonged. His mind replayed Midna's Farewell again and again. Trying to determine what it meant. If there was some secret he'd missed these past few years. He was sure he wouldn't be able to figure it out any better now than he could then.

He shook himself and looked down at the ground. The majority of the mirror’s shattered fragments had been ground into dust. Long since mixed with the sands. Link was only able to find two more tiny fragments worth picking up. He sighed, looking across the horizon to see if the twili beast was still out there. Nothing.

He turned around to go back down and get back to Auru. Give up for the day. The dark beast stood at the stairway. Link took in a sharp breath.

The twili beast sniffed the air, inching forward. It really was small. Too small, Link thought. Nearly half the size of the beasts he had encountered in the Twilight. The creature’s size made him uneasy. This one was unique. Too unknown. Link lowered himself, raising his hands slowly. Hopefully, he could keep it calm enough to capture it peacefully. Midna nor Zant were here- If anything harmed it, he was certain the twili trapped within the beastly form would perish. …How he intended to contain the creature, he had no idea.

“Hello,” He said softly as the creature inched closer still. He extended his hand slightly, and it flinched back. Link stilled again. “Sorry. I just want to get ya’ home, ok? It’s a'ight.”

The beast made a whine of a sound. Link made a soft shushing sound, much like he used with the goats or Epona when they startled. Suddenly, it rushed him, and Link yelped, barreled over by the small beast. A wash of panic made him fumble for the closest weapon in his person. A flash of light hit the steel of his sword.

The beast screeched loudly and pushed off of him, racing away. Link rolled over, groaning. He swallowed, watching the beast rush off into the distance, vanishing from sight once again. Link sighed heavily.

Link hit target after target. Malo blew the whistle. He turned to the kids watching. Colin and Luda clapped. Beth meanwhile, was absorbing herself in painting yet another target. Link sighed.

"Hmmmm, I'd give you a silver metal." Malo said finally.

"I'm not done counting the points!" Talo shouted. "...He got silver," he grumbled. He shoved his little brother, "know it all." Malo shrugged, smiling.

Link chuckled and walked over to sit next to them on Renado's porch, "Not too bad."

"If you see that monster again you'll wanna be even better," Malo insisted.

"I'm not shooting it," Link huffed as he checked over the weapon and put it away.

"I could sell you a net-bolt?"

Link raised an eyebrow.

Malo pouted, "I'll have one in stock soon enough."

Colin leaned over "Are you really going to go look for it again?

"Of course he will," Beth interjected, "It's like his job to find monsters now."

"Isn't his job still herding?" Talo asked.

"Yeah but he travels to Hyrule allll the time. Like when the Zora needed help defending their river from monsters? Or the thing with the Gorons?"

"Yeah, but-"

Link rolled his eyes as Beth and Talo continued to argue over his job title. Luda scooted over to sit next to Link. She halfway whispered, "Do you think the twilight will come back?"

He straightened up, glancing over the horizon. The sun was low, casting a hazy orange through the dusty town. "No." Link said. "It's never coming back."

"But you saw one of the twilight monsters."

Link's brows furrowed. "It's probably been out there since the portal closed."

Luda nodded, looking around, "Are you sure you can catch it?"

He glanced at her, "It's not going to come back and hurt ya'll. Any of ya'll. I won't let it."

Luda smiled softly.

"And Colin will protect ya'll too." Link winked. Luda giggled.

Colin looked up, startled, "I'm doing what? What am I doing? Don't sign me up for things-" Link laughed, reaching over to ruffle Colin's hair. He fumbled and squeaked, his voice cracking, "What?! Linnnk!"

Renado opened the door, "Link. We need to talk." Several of the children "ooo"-ed, laughing to themselves as Link stood. He followed Renado in, shutting the door behind him.

"I just got word that some Gorons have spotted a creature just like what you explained."

"What?" Link frowned, "I saw it in the desert- there can't be another, right?"

Renado shook his head, "I have no idea. But, it seems like it was following the paths you took. Is there some reason they would do that?"

He shrugged, bewildered.

Renado frowned, "Well, I want you to be cautious about this. Whatever is controlling this beast is searching for you as much as you are it."

Link closed his eyes and nodded, he glanced back, towards the entry to Death Mountain. "Someone should get the kids back home before dark."

"If you want to follow that creature, the kids will be safe with me. I'll send for Rusl in the morning."

He furrowed his brows, tapping his foot. "Okay. Thank ya'll"

Renado nodded, "Take care."

Link headed out the door and started walking out towards the mountain. The kids jeered for answers to what Renado told him, voices overlapping. "Ya'll're staying overnight, if I ain't back in the morning Rusl will take ya'll home."

The response had the kid's blinking. Beth, Talo and Malo all started talking amongst themselves.

Colin stood up and started following him. "What happened?"

"Some Gorons spotted the Twilit beast."

"Really?" Colin frowned, pausing. He blinked and jogged to catch up to Link’s quick stride. "I can help."

Link frowned "I don't know…"

"You wanna catch it, right? I can make a like… a little corral! So that all ya gotta do is herd it there."

Link's mind flicked back to every time he'd been cornered in a cage with those beasts. Every violent throw and crash. No, he never wanted to be in that situation again. Even if the cage was a fence or rock.

"Not that simple with these." Link said quietly, "Er. Thanks for the offer"

"Well… what can I do?"

"Stay with the others and stay safe." Link said.

Colin kicked a rock, frowning, "I can help you. Let me help."

Link stopped in front of the mountain pathway and sighed. "Look. I know ya wanna follow my footsteps but I want ya'll to make yer own. Ya hear?"

Colin crossed his arms.

Link looked up at the sky, then back to Colin, "Fine. Fine." He considered, then handed Colin his sword. "Be careful."

Colin went wide-eyed and nodded.

"Only use it if it runs at ya." Link looked over the mountain path. "You're gonna help me rope it. It moves faster than a goat, and it's legs are longer so ya gotta be quick. Okay?"

"Roping. Got it!"

Link sighed, taking his rope from his pouch and handing that to Colin. Supplies divided, Link started the climb up the mountain. "If we can, I wanna be gentle about it."

Colin frowned softly, "Why are you so concerned? Haven't you fought these before?"

Link swallowed thickly, frowning. "They're not just monsters" He whispered, "They're people. Transformed. Trapped like that."

"...Oh." Colin said quietly.

They continued their walk in silence for a moment. An uneasy air around them. Link bumped Colin with his elbow, gently. Colin swerved to bump back into him bodily. Link chuckled lightly and threw an arm around his shoulders and squeezed. Colin leaned in.

He looked up, "Do you think you can find a way to help the person go back to normal, Link?"

"I'm gonna try. I gotta. Th- there's no one else in this world I know of who can."

Colin nodded.

The twilit beast stood in front of the mountain pathway. A dark mass looming against the red background of rock. It looked like the same one, small and wary. It was huffing its breaths.

"Ah. Hello." Link muttered.

The creature wailed. Link doubled over, covering his ears. Colin shook himself, then looked at Link with wide, concerned eyes.

Link growled and nodded to Colin to go ahead. He walked slowly backwards while Colin began walking up. He made soothing sounds, gingerly offering a hand. The creature sniffed the air, then rushed forward.

"Woah-woah-woah!" Link said, fumbling backwards and slipping with the downward slope. He fell on his back.

"Link!" Colin shouted. A rope cracked and the creature fell with a sharp squeal.

Link sat up, "I'm ok!" He inched closer to the beast. It snarled and bent to chew at the rope Colin had been able to wrap around the hind legs. Colin rushed forward. The creature snarled and thrashed as Colin came closer.

"Take a step back," Link said, frowning.

The beast seemed to relax as soon as Colin stepped back. Good… he hushed and soothed the beast. Slowly, he raised a hand to the creature’s shoulder and rested it there. The creature was tense, but allowed it. Link let out a soft sigh.

Assured he wasn’t going to be mauled, Link took the other end of the rope and swiftly tied it around the creature’s middle and chest, creating a harness of sorts, then released the tie around its legs.

"Why is it letting you do that?"

"No idea," Link muttered. He stepped back and the creature scrambled to a stand, shaking itself. It walked up to Link and inspected him. Link froze.

It lifted up to its hind legs and Link rushed to grab the forearms before it could do anything. The beast squealed and wriggled. Link let go. He took a step back as it dropped back to all fours. "Okay" Link muttered, looking at the beast.

"Now what?" Colin asked.

Link stared at the creature. The first and only person he knew would have the answers would be inaccessible. He was in over his head already. …Rusl was going to scream if he found out.

"We don't tell Rusl."

Colin snorted. "Okay."

"I..uh… I'll ask the Princess for some leads?"

"What are you going to do with the beast?"

Link shook his head, eyes wide. "...I don't know. I don't trust it out of my sight."

Colin nodded.

Link shook his head and began walking back down the mountain. The beast trotting circles around him. He nearly tripped on the rope a few times. Colin giggled.

"Maybe this is its new plan for murder" Link muttered as he stepped around the rope again.

They returned to Kakariko quickly, and Colin rushed ahead to tell them the beast was captured. Link stood at the outskirts of town with the beast.

Renado walked out and towards him, seemingly bewildered. "So you caught it."

"Yeah… any ideas on how to undo dark magic?"

Renado frowned, "Perhaps bathe it in the spirit's spring?"

Link looked over to the pool ahead. "Hm."

Renado sighed, "I don't work in that type of healing. I- I believe your best chance is to see the Princess if the spring does nothing."

Link nodded.

Renado gave the creature a wary look. "It's strange, how it has accepted you…"

Link shrugged, and started walking with it to the spring. As they hit the edge of the water the creature screamed and pulled.

"Hey, hey, it's okay- I won't let it hurt ya- it's okay." Link knelt next to the beast. It barreled into him and climbed onto his shoulder. Link yelped and fumbled. He struggled to hold it in a way that secured it and himself.

Link wrapped a hand around the creature’s lower end and chest. He pulled it from his shoulders and held it against his chest. Seemingly assured that Link wouldn’t toss it to the water, it nearly purred and snuggled into him. He took a moment to focus his breaths and calm himself fully.

“Okay. Good. I’mma stand, okay?” He looked over the creature. He had no idea how much it understood. Even if it did understand words, there was no guarantee it understood Hylian. But the creature was calm enough. He grunted and slowly inched his way up to a stand, holding the creature against his chest like a rather large cat… or a child. It panicked slightly as he lifted it high enough from the ground. It made a sharp screeching sound. Link winced, “Sh, shh, it’s ok. I’m sorry-” After some soothing, the beast settled back against his chest. Link sighed, relaxing.

He looked back at the light spirit's spring. The twilit beast shuffled and curled its long upper limbs around his neck. Link sighed. There went that idea.

The human smelled like home. More overwhelmingly so than anything or anyone else. The twili beast clung to him as he walked away from the waters.

The human was quiet and gentle, soothing. He had a hard time remembering why, but it felt safe. Familiar. Especially now that he knew the human didn't want to hurt him like so many others had.

Maybe the human would be able to bring him home… He missed home.

Link had arranged for everyone to get home with Rusl. He finally walked over to Epona to start their journey to the Castle. Epona reared, unenthusiastic about the twilit beast. The beast hissed at her in response. Link groaned. He pulled a blanket from Epona’s pouch and swaddled the beast. It whined and wrigled.

"There. Declawed. Better?"

Epona snorted and defiantly turned her body away. Link groaned loudly. "Fine. We'll walk." He huffed to his horse. Epona winnied. Link was sure it was a laugh of victory.

The twili beast was difficult to manage while he walked, twirling and wiggling. He kept a firm grip on it, offering vague reassuring sounds when he could.

Eventually, the light dwindled, and Link stopped in a section of trees in Hyrule Field for the night. He looked at the twili beast. It wriggled and made a squeal of a sound. Link frowned softly at it.

"If I let go, am I gonna have to chase ya back down?" He mumbled to it, eyes narrowing.

The beast made another squealing sound. Link sighed and shuffled through his pack. He took out a drink of water for himself. He glanced at the beast.

"Do ya'll eat? Never saw one'a ya' do it. Let alone the face." He considered. It might be easier to pass the creature off as a weird cat if it has the right facial structure under that mask. He gingerly reached to the sides of the plate over the face and pulled it up. A maw of sharp, crowded teeth greeted him. Behind white blade-like teeth was pure inky darkness. Link's eyes went wide and he gingerly slid the mask back into place. "Ah" he muttered.

That certainly couldn't be passed off as a cat.

Link took some time to fashion a carrying harness as the hours dwindled and the beast devoured his supplies of food. He kept careful watch of it. Yet. The creature never wandered far from him regardless. He didn't want to consider its reasoning for that.

He settled on his finishing touch on the harness and strapped the beast in to confirm it fit. With a yawn, he looped the rope around the harness straps and tied its end to a thick tree branch.

"Stay." He told it. The beast whined. With a gentle shake of his head, he settled next to an adjacent tree and closed his eyes.

Link woke to the sound of snarling and growling. The tree branch was nearly entirely gnawed through. Barely hanging together. Link fumbled to stand, and unhooked the beast, tugging it back before it could break something. Link sighed in relief. The twili beast whined louder and louder.

"Sh! Sh." Link soothed in a panic. He sighed and picked the creature up. The creature relaxed. Strange.

Link shook his head, bouncing lightly as he looked around. He finally found a thicker tree branch and tied it back up. He slumped next to it and closed his eyes with a light grumble.

He couldn't have been asleep for long when he woke to the sound of crashing. He startled up and stared at the sight of the twili beast happily trotting up to him. The tree limb dragged along. Link stared at it. The creature pushed a clawed hand-paw against his chest. Link blinked his bleary eyes a few more times, then sighed. He dropped to the ground again and allowed the beast to crawl up against him.

When he was finally able to get to Castle Town, he firmly decided it was a nightmare. The city was always busy, and he had never learned how to navigate it with any grace. But the usual chatter and crowds was nothing compared to this. People were everywhere. Link could barely take a step without having to apologize for bumping into someone. No one else apologized for bumping into him. Which was often.

Amongst it all, there were games, balloons, booths of various wonders and merchants. Music and noise was everywhere.

The beast had been swaddled up like a baby on his chest, obscured in tons of fabric. It squirmed and whined and Link struggled to hush it in the chaos. Its claws were grinding against his chainmail and likely tearing his shirt.

He bumped into someone going the opposite direction. As he began to mumble another apology he noticed their mask, like a demonic boar. Link couldn't help the scream that erupted from his lips.

"Woah, you okay?"

The beast whined, pitching up into that dangerous tone. Link fumbled and scrambled through the crowd pushing through with reckless abandon. People were complaining and yelling at him now, but he needed to get out out out-

He stumbled into an alleyway and backed himself into the finally empty space. He wheezed his breaths, covering his ears. Despite that, he could still hear the twili beast's increased whines, and the music and the chatter- Why were they always so much more sensitive- he didn't want to hear anything anymore, why why- A cat mewed.

Link opened his eyes. A white fluffy cat. Telma's cat. He took a deep breath. The cat rubbed against him, and he leaned into it, keeping his ears covered. He took in another breath. Soon enough, he was able to pick the cat up and snuggle her against him. The twilit beast struggled to look around, and Link lowered his head to its, resting gently.

The cat's purrs seemed to lull them both, and Link sighed. He kissed the cat's head. "Bless ya'll" he mumbled, "Thanks."

The cat mowed.

"Is Telma's just as crowded?"

The cat made a meerurp sound, seemingly in the affirmative. Link sighed. There went his hope Telma's could be a familiar place to stay until the crowd waned. If it waned. "...Can ya show me a way through to the castle?"

The cat purr-chirped, and hopped from his arms, trotting to the edge of his small sanctuary, toward the crowd. Link sighed and glanced at the creature. The twili deserved to be released from its beastal prison. He could brave a crowd for it. He stood up and followed the expectant cat.

They weaved through the crowd a little easier with their white tailed guide. The cat seemed to act as a path maker, the crowd parting more easily for her. Link was a little jealous. He almost lost her twice, but the cat was patient, and seemed to notice every time the crowd had pushed him back.

Eventually, he was at the backside of the castle. Rather than brave any of the gates, the cat, and ultimately Link, leaped over boxes and roofs to climb over the edge of the wall. Once they found a door that led inside, Link knelt down and petted the cat. "Thank you so much. I promise, when I'm done here, I'll come visit Telma's and give you a whole fish."

The cat purred, rubbing her body against his legs. Link stood, checking on the twili beast, which squirmed and grumbled. He sighed and entered the building.

The castle itself had become slightly easier to navigate over time. Slightly. But the halls were quieter than the streets, and that made a world of difference in his ability to think. He reached the main hall and looked around. The Princess was standing in front of a window, hands clasped behind her back.

Link was about to announce himself, until the twili beast squealed loudly. Zelda startled, eyes wide. Her hand had immediately gone to the rapier hilt on her hip. Link raised his hands.

"Link! Goodness- you can request an audience now, you don't have to sneak around like you had-" She frowned as her gaze settled to his chest and the bundle secured to it, "...Is that a baby?"

"Er…not exactly?" Link muttered. "Uh… don't scream or attack us, please?"

"Link of Ordania, what did you do?" It did not sound like a question but rather a demand. Link grimaced.

He undid the wraps of fabric and Zelda gasped. "Why did you bring that thing here?! Where did you find it?"

"It followed me from the desert, I think." Link pulled the creature free from the harness and it shook itself. "They were all twili… people. I- I just need to figure out how to turn it back."

Zelda frowned, looking at it. She inched forward and gingerly raised a hand towards the creature, hovering just above. "Do you know how this was created?"

"It's Zant's magic. I'm not sure. Probably similar to when it turned me into a wolf. The Sols in the Twilight healed the ones that were halfway transformed. But… we obviously don't have those."

"The Sols… were light, yes?" Zela hummed, placing her hands behind her back again. "Your triforce should be sufficient."

"Er… What?"

"The triforce. Channel your energy through it and together we should be able to generate a healing light with it. We just must be careful not to generate too much radiant power and harm the twili."

"I- I don't know if I can do that- what if I do it wrong?"

The princess shook her head, "You will succeed. You must."

Link sighed "I'll try."

Zelda nodded firmly and placed her hand on top of Link's. Both of their hands glowed. Link's eyes widened and he glanced nervously up at her. Her eyes were closed, concentrating. Link looked down at the twili beast in his arms. It seemed uneasy. He focused on the creature, trying to mentally search for whatever healing property was hidden in his hand.

"Don't overthink it," Zelda said softly, "just feel the energy flowing through your veins and soul and focus it."

Link nodded once, closing his eyes to get a better sense of what she meant. His hands were warm. And sweaty… Hopefully the Princess didn't notice-

"Your mind is loud for someone who's always so quiet," Zelda muttered. "Quiet your mind and just focus."

"Ya'll're reading my mind?"

"Link."

Link bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows. He took in a deep breath and refocused. The twili beast was so nervous and confused, he could tell. He just wanted to explain it would all be okay but he knew he would never find the right words. Instead, he lowered his forehead against its. He focused his breaths to calm. His heartbeat became a gentler drum. He almost felt a electric warm tingle course through his body and it shifted, focused through his hand the longer he held it hovered over the twilit beasts back.

Zelda smiled when a gentle light shone around them. It grew in strength until Link felt the shape of the creature change against him. He let the light linger for a moment, before he opened his eyes.

A twili stared back at him. Red and yellow eyes surrounded by dark purple. The twili was young, he was sure of it. So young. Link felt something in his chest sink like a stone. How could Zant do this to such a young child- How many child soldiers could Link have fought without realizing?

Link didn't even notice Zelda taking a step away, he just scooped the child up against his chest and curled up with him, slipping to the floor.

"Do you speak?" Zelda asked the twili quietly.

"Speak?" The child repeated, voice odd and just like Midna's. Link struggled to keep himself together. Feeling tears pinprick against his eyes.

The child's hands raised to Link’s cheeks, using some twili language to ask him a question.

Zelda hummed and leaned down, "Do you have a name?"

The child turned to look at Zelda, keeping his little hands on Link's cheeks. He continued on in that incomprehensible language.

"Ah...probably a hard question to answer with this linguistic barrier," Zelda said, mostly to herself.

Link took in sharp breaths. A child. A child.

"Oh, this might work- how old are you?" Zelda asked, offering her fingers to count, "Five? Six?"

The twili held up three.

Zelda looked stunned, "That can't be possible- that must not be right."

Link stared.

The child frowned, looking back and forth between them. He looked increasingly worried.

Link fumbled to hug the child properly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" He whispered. His voice cracked and disappeared on him. He cried and hugged the child more, hoping it somehow made up for the fact he couldn't fix it all.

The child made a strange hushing sound. Matching the rhythm of his own soothing tone, just slightly off with his twili voice. Link hiccuped and cried harder.

Zelda stood there, hovering awkwardly. Finally, she knelt down and placed a hand on Link's back, polite and calm.

Eventually, Link found a way to calm down. He placed a small kiss to the child's head and rubbed his eyes.

"We should start seeking a way to return him to his home…" Zelda said softly. "I will research the archives. Will you look through the rest of Hyrule for anything that might find evidence of twili portals?"

Link nodded.

"We just need someone to take care of him while we investigate… I have a handmaiden who is discreet and polite she might-"

"I'll keep him." Link said, sounding firmer than he intended.

"Are you serious? You'll be wandering Hyrule, it could get dangerous."

"I'm keeping him. I'll keep him safe. I know twili better than anyone." Link lifted his head and looked at Zelda. She frowned.

The child demanded something in that twili language, patting his face. Link smiled sadly.

Zelda huffed lightly, "At least meet with the handmaid. But I will leave the decision to you. I will trust your judgment."

Link nodded, "Thank ya…"

Zelda turned back to look out the window. He sighed and stood, rocking the child. "What is all that commotion outside anyway?"

"The Festival of Light… I extended an invitation to you. I assume it missed you while you were traversing Hyrule with your new companion."

"Oh."

"Perhaps you two would enjoy the fruit balloons." Zelda said, turning and smiling at him, "They will be launching them shortly. I see you have a crossbow. I can lead you to a good shooting position."

"...Shooting balloons?"

Zelda grinned. "Come."

Link looked at the child, then shrugged, rushing to follow Zelda. She led them through the halls and outside, until they reached a quiet, brilliant view. Zelda took up her bow and a small object. She tossed it into the air and hit it with an arrow, causing a shower of light. Link blinked. The child laughed and cheered. Suddenly, more balloons began being tossed into the air all across parts of Castle town. Larger than Zelda's.

Zelda gently took the child from his arms, "Go, shoot as many as you can"

Link fumbled to take his crossbow out and aimed for a balloon. When it popped it exploded into a brilliant firework. Link laughed lightly, "Who came up with this?"

Zelda hummed, "It's an age old Castle Town tradition… I don't know."

He nodded, aiming and shooting another balloon. Glad that the explosion was quiet and distant. The child laughed and cheered, and Link's smile grew. They spent a short while this way, before Link realized he was almost entirely dominating the scene, catching all the balloons before others could. He ultimately decided to give whoever else in Castle Town that shot the balloons a greater chance, putting down his crossbow and sitting down.

Zelda sat down next to him. The child tumbled down from her arms and latched onto Link. The lights showered over Castle town and Link took the moment to relax and forget the turmoil brewing in his chest. The child leaned against him, oohing and awing at the showers of light. Link smiled.

Link fiddled with the shards of the twilight mirror as he walked back through the sands. He was so tired. The child stared at him, eyes bright. Link really needed to figure out what this kid’s name was somehow, he’s nearly spent half a year with this kid- or… maybe it didn’t matter anymore, with his inevitable departure so soon. Link smiled and ruffled his bright red hair, “We’ll get you home soon enough, yah?”

Link’s gaze settled to Arbiter’s ground, expression falling tiredly. He paused and looked at the powder blue sands in the hourglass they’d retrieved from the Temple of Time. The Skull Kid had put up a fight to stop him from taking it out. He wasn’t exactly sure if this would even work. What if the mirror was just. Broken forever. What if it sent him to the wrong place-

“Ling” the child said, shoving his face. He blinked and looked at him. “Going home too?”

“What?” Link frowned, “Yeah, eventually. We’ll get you home first, then I’ll go home.”

“No” The kid shook his head repeatedly, “No no, that’s wrong.”

Link hoisted him up on his hip, brushing sand out of his hair. “What do ya mean?”

“Home!” he demanded, grabbing Link’s sleeves and shaking him slightly, “Ling is going home too!”

Link stared at him, eyes wide, “I- no” he said softly, “I can’t live in the twilight realm with ya’ll- That’s not my home. I-”

“No!” The twili screeched, eyes welling with tears, Link winced, struggling to cover an ear with one hand and hold the source of the noise in the other. “Ling’s home with me! Ling’s home with ME”

The ground rumbled. Clouds began to darken overhead.

“I’m sorry-” Link croaked, “I’m sorry- If- If this works I can visit but-” The toddler screamed and cried, tiny hands scrunched up in his shirt. “Hey- hey! It’s gonna be ok!” The earth rumbled again and Link fumbled to gain balance. He turned his head just as the massive skeletal form of the Stallord rose from the sands. Lightning flashed.

Link scrambled to place the screaming child in the carrying harness, ignoring the continued screaming and crying. The blue sand hourglass slipped from his hands in his rush. He pulled out his crossbow, fumbling backwards. The Stallord roared in time with his child’s scream and loomed forward at him. Link really wanted to swear repeatedly right now. He bit his tongue and focused instead on dealing with what was in front of him.

The boy continued screaming in twili. The Stallord exhaled molten rock toward him, he shot crossbow bolts at them, shattering them before they could reach him. He struggled to focus with all the noise. It made his heart leap into his throat and his eyes haze. He heaved his breaths, struggling to determine what to shoot and when. The fossil of a creature raised a hand and Link scrambled back, shooting it before it could do whatever it aimed to do. Something crunched under foot.

The Stallord’s hand shattered. Soon he was working off muscle memory and pattern. Targets found and destroyed. The Stallord crumbled. His child wailed again, and shattered bones reformed. Link swallowed, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-” He said, kissing his child’s head as he fumbled backward as far as he could, until the sands under him dared to drag him down to join the rest of the skeletal creatures it created and consumed.

Rinse and repeat. The Stallord roared and dragged itself closer. The child shrieked and curled up against his chest, suddenly going quiet. Skeletal flaming heads flew towards him, and he scrambled to fight them off. One bulled right into him, and he winced, knocking it back away with the edge of the crossbow.

The child shouted in alarmed twili. It sounded so much like “Papa!” Link nearly choked. He placed a hand on the child’s head in an attempt to shield him, and focused on the monster ahead. Eventually. Finally, it fell. Silence stretched in the air. The fossil bones became one with the sand. Link swallowed thickly.

“Okay? Okay?” The kid asked, shaking his sleeve. Link took in a deep breath.

“Yeah” He whispered, “Ya’ll a’ight?”

He nodded quietly. The child snuggled in against him and Link sighed, pressing a few kisses to the top of his head, “Okay.”

Link looked around them, and his eyes landed on shattered glass and a patch of scattering blue sands. “Wait-” He gasped and fumbled to grab a bottle, hurriedly pushing sand into it. “No no no no-”

“It’s okay!” the child said, reaching out to Link’s arms, “Sand can be sand!”

“You don’t- you don’t understand-” Link looked around the sands, before corking the bottle, “This is the last idea we have to get you home! This is it! I- I can’t just turn back time on my own, this is it! I can’t go back and stop Midna from destroying our one connection- I- I can’t…”

The twili stared. Link swallowed, rubbing his eyes and dropping his hands to his sides. “I promised I’d get you home.” Link sighed and dropped to sit on the ground propping his head up with his hands. The child reached over and pushed his hands away from his eyes and onto his cheeks. Link opened his eyes, bleary and red. He grabbed his nose. Link smiled just slightly.

“Can we go?” he asked, brows furrowed and serious, “I don’t wanna be here anymore”

Link swallowed and stood up.

“We’re looking wrong.” The twili grumbled, turned to look where Link was facing.

“Huh? Where should we be going?” Link whispered. The child pointed over Link’s shoulder. Toward the forested distance of Hyrule and Ordon beyond it.

Link considered him for a moment, then sighed, turning around. “Got it…” He glanced backward at Arbiter’s Grounds one more time, and started walking home. He put away the bottle of blue sands in his pocket, brows furrowing as he dragged his fingers over the edge of the mirror shard there. …Later. Link determined. When he knew for certain it could work and work well.

4 years later

The twili raced around the goatpen chasing his little auntie around with a laugh. Rusl and Uli’s daughter squealed as she turned a corner and raced behind her big brother.

“Colin! Colin! Protect me! Aror is gonna turn me into a chu!”

Colin giggled as he lifted his broom higher, out of the kid’s reach. He turned back and forth trying to look at her, “Oh? How’s he gonna do that?”

“RAH!” Aror exclaimed, teeth bared and sharp. “Lemme at ‘er!”

“Why would I do that?” Colin asked, tilting his head.

“Becauuuuse,” Aror leaned back, “She stole the last piece of pie!”

The teenager gasped, looking down at the six year old, “Kiri! How could you.”

“It’s good!” she said, smiling.

“And you didn’t even ask,” Colin shook his head, “Ok Aror, chu time.”

Aror laughed, racing around Colin to grab the girl and tickle her. Colin glanced up and pointed, “Link’s back!”

Aror turned and smiled, “Papa!” He tossed Kiri up at Colin.

Colin yelped and caught his sister. “Aror, careful!”

Link waved at them all as he walked over. The twili leaped at him and wrapped his arms around him. Link laughed and spun with him, “How’s it been?”

“Good!” Aror exclaimed with a grin. “Well, mostly. Kiri ate the last piece of pie.”

He shook his head with a light chuckle. Aror snuggled into him and hummed, "What did you find in Hyrule?"

Link hummed, "Not much, some bulblins were harassin' travelers in Hyrule Field."

"Did'ya stop anywhere?" Aror asked with a grin.

"I ain't bringing presents every time I take a trip to Hyrule" Link laughed, ruffling Aror's bright red hair.

"The goats were good while you were out, only one escaped and I got it before it could run past the Mayor's!" Colin said.

"Oh, nice! Don't go stealing my job under me, Rusl will be sad nobody caught onta smithing."

Colin laughed and shook his head, "No way, Aror's gonna take over yer job."

Link giggled. "Really?"

Aror grinned, "The goats love me."

"He's magic!" Kiri said with a cheer.

Link smiled and hugged him tightly, "Yeah he is. Now…. Who wants to pick some more berries for a new pie?"

Colin made a subtle x with his hands, shaking his head, while Kiri and Aror whooped and cheered. Link set Aror down and the pair raced off. He winked at Colin "Ya don't gotta eat it."

"No, but I gotta deal with the Sugar Rush!" Colin whined.

Link made a mock helpless shrug and started following after the children.

…

Link's brows furrowed as he looked over the bottle of sand. It had long since been carefully sifted, finally pure blue. He moved the mirror fragment over onto the hand mirror frame he'd gotten. He poured the blue powder over the empty space and drew lines through it. He glanced back and forth between an old book and the lines.

Zelda had told him this was the best record of the symbols in the mirror that her library had.

"Hey Papa did'ya want any-" Aror's voice cut off. "What are you doing?"

Link closed the book abruptly and turned around in his seat "Nothing much. Pie sounds good, though. Do ya want help getting a slice?"

"No, what is this?" Aror stepped forward and looked over the blue dust and the handheld mirror. He tilted his head, “I know this, where is this from?"

Link frowned softly, "Aror… I-"

His golden and red eyes flickered over Link’s face. His ears pinned back. "You're still trying to get rid of me."

"What? No never!" Link stood up, hands reaching to brush a hair out of the twili's face. Aror grabbed the mirror off the desk and backed away. Link pulled his hand back, "Aror, I promise that's not it."

He shook his head "I thought ya'll stopped trying to-" He blinked and rubbed his eyes. "Why else wouldn't ya'll tell me you were still looking for a way there?" He made a pitched whine.

"Bud, I'm just trying to find a way to get you home-"

"I thought I was home!" Aror screeched, he tossed the mirror frame. "But you apparently don't want me here!"

It all shattered. A dark pool flooded around the floor. Link's gaze was focused on Aror. "No, no- I love you! I want you to ha-" Link stepped forward and slipped over the edge of darkness. Blue eyes went wide.

Aror gasped. The boy scrambled to grab his hand but fingers slipped and transformed into a paw. He let go, fear rippling through him.

The beast with blue eyes tumbled into darkness and the portal closed with a hum of dark power. Aror stilled. The beast was gone. …His dad had turned into that. His papa was gone.

"Papa?" He slammed his hands against the floor. "PAPA!" The earth rumbled around him as he screamed.

"Aror?! Aror are you alright?!" Colin shouted into the house. Footsteps thundering across wood.

Link thudded against a grassy plain. He groaned and rolled over. Link huffed and looked around frantically. He rushed up a hill, chain clinking with each bound. He sniffed the air. It was weird- wrong. Where was he? Link’s gaze settled onto a castle in the distance. Seemingly imprisoned with spires of darkness. Link bowed his head, heaving his breaths. He needed to get back to his son- he couldn't do this again, not now. He had to explain- he had to let him know how much he loved him… that he'd give up his world for him. Link howled into the endless world.

#linked spirit #loz au #legend of zelda #linked spirit au #ls ordon #ls aror #ls colin #ls twlight #angst #writing #ls writing #twilit beast #...eh I'll post now

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possessiveandobsessive · 1 year

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Hi all! I was thinking about the fact that it mostly shows and talks about Jake teaching his sons to hunt and fight in the Way of Water, and I kept thinking that it was likely that Neytiri took part in their training, especially in the realm of hunting. She taught Jake, and it's clear she's better with a bow than him. So figured I'd write something short about Neytiri helping Neteyam hunt. Hope you enjoy!

Second Hunt

Neteyam's first hunt had gone horribly. To be clear, he was a great shot. When he practiced with his bow, shooting at targets his father set up for him, he hit the center nearly every time. But when his father had finally taken him hunting for his eleventh birthday, he missed every shot. Half of his attempts weren't anywhere near the animal he was hunting, instead flying off into the forest. His last attempt had ended in him grazing the back end of a thanator that neither him nor his father had noticed, and their hunt ended with his father having to grab him and flee the enraged beast.

He arrived home incredibly ashamed and discouraged. Everyone in the clan had been anticipating the young hunter bringing home a prized kill that would be cooked and served with dinner that night. When Neteyam arrived empty handed, he could feel everyone sending each other and his family glances. He failed. And nobody had expected it.

He ignored his father's reassurances that it was okay. His father tried to tell him over and over that he himself had failed hunts many times when Neytiri was teaching him, but Neteyam was well aware that the circumstances were comletely different. He may have been only 11, but he'd been training with a bow in the forest since he could HOLD a bow. He should have been able to bring home something. He felt the shame he brought to his family. He barely touched the food his mother made them for dinner, instead getting lost in his misery. He went to bed hungry that night.

Neteyam spent the next several days shooting his bow at targets until his fingers were raw and bloody. He didn't understand. He hit every target when he practiced. At one point, he split his own arrow at the center of a target. So why could he not hit a single thing when he hunted with his father before? On his fourth day of constant, repetitive practice, his mother came up behind him as he was drawing his bow for his millionth shot of the day.

"Neteyam." she said quietly. He turned to look at her, and one look at her face caused his eyes to fill with tears. "Why did I fail? I can hit all of these targets all day, but I couldn't hit anything on my hunt. What is wrong with me?"

Neytiri brushed her hand through her eldest son's braids and looked at him for a moment. He was so like her. She knew telling him he had not failed would mean nothing to him. He had already decided his failure. So, instead she removed her hand from his head and told him to follow her. "Bring your bow." she called behind her to him. He blinked and scrambled to follow her, retrieving several of his arrows and chasing her deeper into the forest.

Neytiri gestured for Neteyam to follow her quietly, sinking into a crouch and silently moving through the foliage. Neteyam followed in the same way, taking care to watch where he placed his feet. He nearly tripped, he had been focusing so hard on his foot placement. His mother caught him, "Look forward," she said, "Your body knows what to do, how to move. You need to trust it." He frowned at her but did what she said, slowly focusing less on his own movement, and more on the path ahead. He began to move as silently as his mother, with just as little hesistation.

Finally his mother stopped in front of him, putting her hand out behind her to signal him to do the same. She pointed through the leaves in front of them to where a small viperwolf was eating alone in a small clearing. She turned back to Neteyam and said, "Take aim." He looked at her for a moment, insecurity and fear flashing across his face, before slowly raising his bow and eyeing the animal. He felt his mother's hands on his back between in his shoulder blades and on his stomach. "Breathe and calm your heart Neteyam. Your body knows how to make the kill. Trust yourself and fire. Do not doubt, and you will hit it."

Taking a deep breath, Neteyam briefly closed his eyes. Snapping his eyes open suddenly, he released his hold on the arrow and let it loose into the clearing. With wide eyes he watched the viperwolf fall to the ground, the arrow having struck it in the heart. He whipped around to look at his mother who smiled at him. "Go. Say the words and collect your kill." she said. Neteyam quickly made his way into the clearing, heart still racing and said the rite honoring the animal's life and sacrifice for the people before lifting it over his shoulder and turning back to his mother. She was still smiling proudly and nodded her head over her shoulder to signal they were headed back home.

Neteyam walked into the village with his head held high and his chest swelling with pride. People turned their heads as he walked through towards his family's home. Whispers turned to whoops of joy and encouragement and Neteyam let himself grin widely as he continued his march home. When he arrived, his father looked up and did a double take when he saw Neteyam and Neytiri. He stood up and whooped at his son before ruffling his hair and congratulating him. "Neteyam the mighty hunter returns victorious!" he shouted proudly. Neteyam grinned at him and presented his kill for his father to get a good look at and for his siblings to see.

He felt his mother come up behind him and place both of her hands on his shoulders. As his father takes the dead viperwolf from him and Lo'ak jumps and demands a look, he turned to look at Neytiri. "You were never a failure Ma Neteyam." she says, "You doubt yourself too much. When you doubt and fear, so does your bow waver. When you take aim, do so proudly and surely my son. You will never miss again." He smiled at her, seeing nothing but pride and warmth in her gaze. He hugged her tightly around her waist, "Thank you mother." he mumbled into her stomach. She hugged him back, and they stay like that until they heard Jake getting irritated with Lo'ak's jumping and climbing on him. Mother and son look at each other and chuckled before going over to join the others.

That night they eat the kill Neteyam made for dinner, and his mother helps him add a bead to his songcord. A bead for his first kill, on his second hunt.

#avatar the way of water #neteyam #neytiri #jake sully #oneshot #comfort #wholesome

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misscrazyfangirl321 · 1 year

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oh and as always i have to ask: cleojohn and some sort of fairy tale? beauty and the beast, or. something. i'm kinda blanking rn xD

@lurking-latinist requested a Tam Lin AU for the pairing of my choice, and I immediately thought of CleoJohn. Filling both of these asks at once. I took a few liberties with the fairytale, but I do love the concept.

“So you’re saying all I have to do to save you is spend a little time in your arms?” She shakes her head. “Handsome, that sounds like a dream come true.”

He knows what she’s doing-sees the fear in her eyes just beneath the coy smile-but it twists his heart all the same to think that she’s so willing to do this for him, to defy the fae themselves in order to save him, no matter the cost to herself (he loves her with all that he is capable of, and he desperately wants to know what it is to love her without the fae’s dark hold over him).

“It might hurt, but it won’t be real,” he promises her, for all the good it will do. “Whatever pain you feel, it will all be in your mind, and it will end with my curse.”

“Love hurts.” It should sound like another one of her lines, but there’s something missing, like she forgot to flutter her eyelashes, and it hits a little too hard. Rage fills him, and he wants to find every single person who has ever hurt her-but then, he’s about to be another, isn’t he? “You’ll just have to marry me for it.”

Though his reply comes as naturally as breathing, he bites it back; when he offers her his heart, it will be as him, not as this thing they’ve twisted him into. “Whenever you’re ready, darling,” he says instead. She swallows, lip trembling just slightly, before smiling bravely at him and wrapping her arms around him.

She only has a heartbeat to enjoy his embrace before he turns to ice against her. It’s so cold it burns, and she grits her teeth, fiercely reminding herself that it isn’t real. It’s all her mind playing tricks on her, a last resort of the fae to keep their favorite plaything. It isn’t real.

The ice gives way to a metal cylinder, one covered in horrible spikes. They drive through her skin, and she distantly wonders if the blood they’re drawing isn’t real. Surely not, if the rest of this isn’t. Right?

Metal turns to something living and breathing once more: A snake as large as a man, one that buries its fangs in her skin without hesitation. She can feel the poison pulsing through her, and she no longer cares if it’s real or not; it hurts, so badly she can hardly stand it. Only the thought of John-dear, sweet, darling John, free from the fae at last-keeps her arms locked in place, steadfastly refusing to let go.

The forms begin to run together, pain blurring her thoughts, and she stops focusing on anything at all but the single thought: Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.

A blade digs into her flesh, a stinger pierces her, and a smell she can hardly stomach nearly brings her to her knees.

At last, he turns to a burning log-the last form, she distantly remembers him promising-and the fire against her skin is almost unbearable. Even the words hold on slip away, so she concentrates only on counting.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five. (This better not be real; it’s burning her to the bone.)

Four.

Three.

Two.

One, she thinks, with a gasp of relief, shoving his form away and into the well at last. Her vision spins, and before she can even catch a glimpse of him, the world fades to black.

The well is cold, but he welcomes it, welcomes feeling so deeply that he knows in a moment that he’s free. The fae’s hold over him has been broken, and he’ll never half to do their bidding again. And all because of-

Cleo. John scrambles from the well, suddenly desperate to see her, to hold her, to know that she’s okay (if the fae played some sort of twisted trick on him, and made her pay the price for his freedom, he’ll find a way to kill them all, immortality or no). As his feet touch the ground, he absently notes that the water soaking his skin vanishes; perhaps it wasn’t real, either.

He sees her almost immediately. She’s lying on the grass, unmoving, and for a long second, he cannot breathe. He drops to the ground beside her, cupping her cheek tenderly, and murmurs, “Cleo?”

The world itself seems to hold its breath until she slowly, slowly stirs, eyes fluttering open. “John?” Her voice is hoarse, but she goes to sit up, and he hurries to help her. When she’s mostly vertical, she looks over her arms, brows furrowing together. “Doesn’t... Hurt. Wasn’t... Real.”

It was real enough, he thinks grimly, rage only tempered by the fact that she’s okay, that they’ve both survived this and made it to the other side. Tentatively drawing her to him, relieved when she curls into him instead of jerking away, he sighs. “No one will ever hurt you again,” he promises, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Real or not.”

As much as he means it, he knows it’s a futile promise. The world is a dangerous place, and he cannot protect her from all of it. But down to his bones, he means this: he will never be the one to hurt her again. And when she tilts her head up, and he lowers his to meet her halfway, he makes another silent promise: he’ll spend the rest of their lives making up for what she did for him.

#john druitt #cleo #cleojohn #sanctuary #.... i'm sorry bestie i hurt your blorbo a little #answered #thanks for the ask!#lattes of love #the concept just worked so well for them #lurking-latinist #my fics #my writing #mine

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sugxrslushy · 2 years

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Please do Zoro x female reader with a daddy kink 🥵 just porn on a page please. Like can Zoro and the reader be fucking and then the reader moans out daddy and Zoro goes wild

➪ a/n: this has been in my inbox for uhhh,,, some time. I'm honestly so bad at keeping up with things bc my little pea brain has no patience and likes to start random stuff. but hey! I've done it now, thank you for your patience and I hope you like this

➪ includes: Zoro (w/ a fem!reader)

➪ warnings: N/SFW MINORS DNI, daddy kink (used like a pet name), dom!Zoro, penetration, biting, use of "good girl", creampie

Catching your breath felt impossible with every heavy thrust into you, your cunt clenching and desperately trying to pull his cock deeper inside of you. His craving for more of you is insatiable, apparent from the way his hands grab at you with a bruising grip to pull you against him, burying his cock deep enough to make your whole body jolt in pleasure.

You’re grasping at your thoughts like they’re fleeting petals, being fucked too stupid to make any part of your mouth work other than letting out loud moans and drool like a damn dog. Zoro wore a sadistic smirk, his steely gray eye watching your dripping pussy get fucked by him. He loved having you like this, falling apart at the seams from every little thing he does. He wanted to see you fall apart.

His tongue is hot and wet on your skin as he drags it along your neck, stopping right underneath the very corner of your jawline and his sharp teeth sink in. He can’t miss the way you clench so tightly around him, your pussy reacting excitedly to the sharp pain as it can’t wait for what else he gives you. You wanted to be treated like his pretty little fuck toy that he can mark up and fuck however he’d like.

“What a whore, you like me fucking you like this?” Zoro cackles, his lips brushing against sensitive skin. His thrusts slow down, more focused with burying his cock as deep as hge can into your hungry cunt with each snap of his hips.

Your brain felt scrambled but you knew he was waiting for an answer, each pull back of his hips growing slower the longer it took for you to answer. “Yes, feels s’good. Please keep fucking me da-” you catch yourself, biting your tongue.

Zoro’s no fool, already knowing what you were going to say and he wouldn't let it slip away so quickly. He tilts your face back to face him, his fingers squeezing your cheeks lightly as he flashes you smile with all too much teeth. “Mind finishing that sentence?”

Your pussy is throbbing for his attention, wanting his thick cock inside you to move again. You mewl out, bucking your hips against his own. Chewing on your lip, your mouth finally falls open to say those words. “Please keep fucking me daddy.”

Zoro groans deeply and you can feel his cock throbbing inside of your pussy. Letting go of your chin to get a new grip of your thick thighs, he pushes them towards your chest and leaves your pretty cunt fully on display. “Fuck, good girl. Call me that again.” He snaps his hips forward, burning his cock deep inside of you and provoking you to scream that little name again.

Like a new beast has possessed him, he starts fucking you like a true animal. His his are bruising with how hard he fucks into you, your ass jiggling with each thrust and sending you reeling. His cock is hitting your g spot dead on and a chorus of daddy is falling from your lips. Gnashing teeth are biting new deep red marks in your skin marking you as his. You can feel the oncoming bliss of your orgasm approaching fast, your muscles drawing tight and your eyes screw closed.

“Gonna come for me?” Zoro’s rough fingers messily make their way towards your clit, his thumb pressing down on it like a button and sending electric jolts down your spine. “Come for daddy, do it for me sweetheart.”

You scream, burying your head in the pillow as shakes course through your body, a sappy and warm feeling washing over your tense muscles once your orgasm has hit. Zoro follows soon after with a deep groan, his warm seed spilling into your dripping cunt as he seats himself fully inside of you.

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#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece fic #zoro #pirate hunter zoro #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x you #zoro x y/n #strawhat pirates #strawhat zoro #[🦇].witching hour

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bobbys-naughty-corner · 3 years

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So I’ve been playing dead by daylight recently and searching fan art of the game so now I’m horny for slashers. Here’s a fic of pyramid head

Warning: noncon/dubcon, 18 +, explicit. Read at own risk

Pyramid Head x reader

I woke right beside a generator and quickly rushed towards it. I hated when the trail started, I’m sure everyone does. And this place always made me more uncomfortable than any other. The killer being Pyramid Head gave me the hardest time. I’m used to getting caught and hooked but not caught and fondled. He’d know exactly where I was and always chased after me as if I was the only here. I wanted to get out of this school as quickly as I could. “Hey.” Feng whispered as she came to help me with the generator. I nodded her way and she told me she saw Pyramid Head on the other side of the school last. She knew I had the worst time with him. I heard the start of another generator across the hall, I guess that was the other survivors. Feng and I were close to finishing but when I saw Meg and Jake run pass the classroom my heart instantly sank and I felt uneasy. We’re they being chased. My heart beat thumped loudly in my ears and Feng and I both knew Pyramid Head was coming. But we didn’t even bother leaving the generator, we were so close.

Feng gasped and looked above me. I felt my body yanked and slammed against one of the desk in the room. Pyramid Head wrapped his hand around my neck, choking the life out of me. Feng flashed her flashlight in his face and he let me go, shielding himself from the light. I gasped and coughed, rolling off the desk and running away. I heard Feng cry out and she sprinted out the room limping and trailing blood. I helped her down the corridor and we rounded a corner to the infirmary and I covered her mouth as she cried in pain. When my heart beat stopped pounding in my ears I instantly healed her up. Using some of my clothing to bandage her wound. “Thank you Feng. Can you continue or do you need a minute?” She shook her head and stood up like she was never hurt. “Let’s go, we have one generator left.” And right as she said that we heard the doors turn on. They fixed all of the generators? Jake and Meg were really good at the generators. We left the infirmary and headed towards the Teachers room we’re we met up with Jake. “Hey! This way!” He beckoned us over and we rushed over to him. He led us to the doors that was already being opened by Meg.

My heart beat again thuddd in my ear and everyone scattered. Well everyone except Meg. She bravely stayed opening the gate even while Pyramid Head approached her. “Meg! Run!” I yelled at her. The killer turned his huge cone head towards my voice and began walking towards me. I ran down the corridor, his large very oversized sword dragging against the floor as he chased me. He was slow but not as slow as Michael. I heard the blaring sound of the gate opening. If I could just get around him I’ll be free. I ran up the stairs to the second floor and entered the equipment room. Hiding in the corner. I panted and tried to steady my breathing as I heard his sword clanging against the stairs as he came up. Should I have ran further? Maybe, but it was too late for that now. I didn’t hear the dragging of metal, I know he was on this floor. My heart still thudded in my ears, so I know he was close. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down. He was absolutely terrifying. My legs shook and my body dripped in sweat. Calm down, you’ll get out of this. Just relax. I took a deep breath in and out. But I nearly lost my shit when a hand clasped over my mouth. I opened my eyes wide and panicked but calmed down when I saw it was Jake. He put a finger to his lips to shush me. I nodded and he took his hand away from my mouth. He led me out of the room and down the stairs. We crouched and crept to the door. Jake stopped when he heard clanging infront of us. He pushed me against the wall and pressed his body over mine, caging me in between his arms as we hid from Pyramid Head. My chest touched his as I took heavy breaths. “Listen. He’s just going to keep going after you so I’ll distract him and you run to the door okay.” Jake said. He looked into my eyes and smiled a little. “No, I can’t let you do that. You could be killed.” I replied back. Our whispering was pretty loud but the tension only grew when we heard the killer again. “I’ll be right after you. I’m only going to run around the floor once and head straight for the door right after.” He said. I shook my head which made Jake frown. “Do you want to get out of this alive or what? We can’t just argue until he gets us. Now when I say run, you run. Got it.” He was stern and his tone was deep. As if talking to a child. I just sighed and nod my head in agreement.

Jake peeked out the door and motioned me to follow him. We continued to crouch towards the door. When we were close to the door we heard running. Fast, heavy thudding footsteps coming right at us. We turned around and saw Pyramid head sprinting. Since when?! We scrambled to our feet but Jake tripped over his laces. When I went to go help him back up he pushed me. “Run!” He yelled at me right before the sword pierced through his body. The sword even went through the floor. Jakes blood quickly spilled and touched my boots. I pushed myself back as Pyramid Head stepped towards me. I turned around and tried to run but he grabbed me by my hair. I was so close. The gate was right there. I cried, kicked and screamed as he dragged me down the corridor. He dragged me into the teacher room by the stairs and forced me over the desk. My face against the desk while his other hand held my hip. I gasped and jumped when I felt something grinding on my ass. His hand tore my shirt from where I had ripped it to help Feng. He grabbed my bra and tugged on it a couple of times. “Wait! What are you doing?! Stop!” I tried to push myself up but he was definitely stronger than me. The little muscle I had and height couldn’t even compare with him. He was a real beast. He pulled my bra this time making the fabric rip, the wire underneath cut my skin and it came off. He grunted, pleased to see my exposed back. Trailed his huge hand down my spine. Gurgles coming from the inside of his ‘head’, as if trying to speak.

He released my hair and my body. When I tried to get up he pushed me back but still didn’t hold me down. “Agh!” I cried at the force. I tried getting up again and he slammed me harder into the wood. I stayed still knowing if I moved he would just do the same thing. He wanted me to be against the desk but didn’t want to hold me down. After a couple of second of obeying him he raked his nails down my back. Digging into my skin enough to draw blood as his hands trailed from my shoulders down to the dimples above my ass. I kept silent, crying to myself as the pain of his nails nearly had me kicking. I forced myself to stay still. I felt the flat end of that pyramid on his head drag the blood down my back, playing with it and painting my skin in my own blood. His hands came beside my body on the desk and he bang to grind his bulge against my ass again. His grinding turned into humping. He pushed up my skirt and put his hand back on the desk and humped my ass, his bulge hitting right at my covered heat. He was rough and pushed my body into the desk, making the desk shake every time his hips slammed against my butt.

I was undeniably wet. My vagina enjoying the teasing of him trying to fuck me through our clothes. Well what ever it was he wore. I whimpered and held back my moans. My hands covering my mouth. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. His humps got faster and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I moaned out and he pressed a hand to my lower back keeping me and the desk steady as he continued to thrust against my vagina. I heard small sounds of pleasure, grunts and groans, coming from him. Of course he was enjoying this. It was sick. What got him all riled up? Was it the killing? It couldn’t be? He didn’t do this to anyone else. But how would I know? I wouldn’t tell anyone about this. Did he does this to Meg, Claudette, or Feng? Would he even care whether if they were male or female? I was taken away from my thoughts when I felt his finger slide against my panty. I gasped and squirmed away, covering my breast and crawling on my ass. He growled angrily. He pointed to the desk and I shook my head. “Just kill me!” I rather die then go any further. He grunted and pointed at the desk again. “No!” I yelled. He stomped over to me and grabbed my arm. I yelped and stared at the pyramid as if looking at his face and whimpered. He pulled me up and brought me back to the desk. Gurgling and squishy sounds emanating from the Pyramid. It made me cringe. He was clearly trying to speak. He pointed to the desk once more and released my arm.

I shook my head no and he pushed me. He kept pushing me. Trying to make me to lay on the desk on my own. As he pushed and shoved me he growled. “Okay! Okay!” I yelled at him. I bent over but he lifted me back up and shook the Pyramid left and right, ‘no’. He didn’t want me in that position anymore. I used one hand to jump on the desk and lean back. He let out an approved grunt. He knelt down and the metal pyramid touched the bottom of my breast. He pushed my thighs up and apart. I stared at the ceiling and tried to remove myself mentally. Thinking of my new friends. Knowing that they’re back at camp, probably wondering where I was but safe until another trial. I gasped and nearly sat up when in felt something long and wet swipe across my slit. The pyramid vibrated as if he was laughing. His fingers moved my panty to the side but he still ripped them. His hand then came up and grabbed mine. I flinched away but he grabbed them again, gently this time. Entangling his fingers in mine, I let out a shuddered moan when the wet appendage licked my exposed folds. My hips bucked slightly and my legs rested on the edge of the desk. Did he really have a tongue? Does that mean he has a head? No, at least I don’t think so. The Pyramid was too narrow for anyone to wear.

He licked up and down my folds until his tongue slipped passed them and found my clit. “Mmmm!” I squealed through my closed lips. His right hand left my hand and used my arousal to soak his dirty fingers. I felt disgusted having him touch me like this but it did feel good. He was gentle this time. Unlike when he was humping me. I’d soon eat my words when he forced two fingers into my vagina at once. I cried and grit my teeth. My free hand pushing at his head while my other hand squeezed his. He grunted and I felt the wet muscle poke my clit. Flicking at my clit teasingly making me moan. His fingers scissored my hole, stretching me out. It felt uncomfortable since he was a big and thick man thing. His fingers moving in and out of me, the sounds of my wet pussy filled my ears. I squirmed underneath him and he groaned. His ‘tongue’ or whatever it was entered my hole between his fingers. It was longer, really long, and it licked my insides so nicely. My eyes rolled back and his fingers slowly slid out of me, holding my thigh as his tongue are me out. I felt my stomach sink in but also expand as my bladder filled up. I know that feeling. As many times as I loved it I hated it now. “Please stop I don’t want to.” I cried. He just continued and massaged my thigh. My arousal dripping down his chest and I was so close to cumming on him. He growled and the vibration sent me over. My back arched as much as it could and I cried out, I squirted over him and he pulled his tongue out. Tears streamed down my face and my legs closed when he stood up again.

I heard that thing he wore fall to the floor. He was now naked and I couldn’t look away from him. If he was clean I would be able to appreciate the massive body he owned but he was dirty and covered in blood. When I looked down I panicked when I saw the size of his cock. That’s not normal. No. Get it away from me. “Enough please! Just kill me!” I kicked his chest as he tried to grab my legs. “No! No! Stop! I said stop!” I kicked the Pyramid and he stumbled back. Groaning in pain. I guess I hit a sensitive spot. Of course I did, that heavy thing attached to his body was bound to be sore on his neck and shoulders and I’m sure it could never come off. “Please kill me, I want to see my friends.” I said. I was tired of this. This wasn’t apart of the trails. It was just escape or be killed. Why was he doing this? He shook his head and grunt, coming back towards me. His hands groped my boobs and I gave up. I was too afraid to kill myself and he wasn’t going to do it until after he had his way with me. He pinched my nipples, I whinced in pain and he immediately let go. My legs wrapped around his hips as he pressed his bare cock over my clit. Grinding on me and he played with my breast. He moved his chest closer and the pyramid lightly sat over my head. He grabbed my hand and put it on his chest. My hand touched his body. It was a beautiful body, too bad it was dirty, the scars that was on him made it more beautiful. He moved my hand down to his nipple and I grazed it lightly. Feeling it becoming hard at my touch. I took a deep breath and sat up. He moved back and I used both of my hands to touch him. His cock throbbing at my soft hands. Tracing his veins, the sculpt of his abs, the definition of his arms, appreciating his massive form. He pulled my waist towards his body, the thing I assumed was his tongue came out and licked my cheek. I shivered and let him lick my face. Sucking in my lips when it got too close. His hands held my head gently and he brushed back my untamed hair.

He pushed me back onto the desk and slowly spread my legs. He positioned his cock at my hole and I stared off at a wall. Not wanting to watch him take my virginity. But he wasn’t having that. He turned my head by my chin and made me stare at the nonexistent head that was replaced with an oversized metal cone. He pushed in and my teeth gritted. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I chanted in my head. He was huge, too big for me but he kept forcing himself in. His hips clapped against mine but his cock didn’t even go inside. It slipped up, he spread my legs wider and tried again. He slipped again and let out an irritated gurgle. “I-it won’t fit.” He nodded yes, as if saying ‘yes it will.’ I shut up and let him try again. This time he used his hand to steady himself so his dick wouldn’t move anywhere. The tip slowly moving in, I whinced and cried as the stretched became unbareable. He was spliting me apart, I wasn’t as prepared for this as I hoped I was. His two fingers didn’t even compare. He growled as he moved in further, scratching my thighs and leanig his head back. I watched his dick sink into me and I even saw the outline of his cock through my skin. Blooding dripping down his balls and my ass as he tore my hole. I mentally thanked my parents for giving me my body, I couldn’t imagine being smaller and trying to accommodate to his size. I mean to him I was of course still small but it wasn’t so bad. He let go of my thighs and put his hands beside my torso, clawing the desk, the wood chipped under his nails. I wiggled my hips trying to pleasure myself and he immediately pressed a hand over my hip. I whined when he stopped me. Again he gurgled, why did he keep doing that, I can’t understand him. He stayed still and massaged my body. Soothing the pain from me. He was all the way in, our bodies connected. I suddenly just realized that my heart wasn’t thudding like it would normally if the killer was close. It was quiet. My body eased as if there was no threat. The warmth of his hands caressing my body.

“Please move.” I begged him. Glancing off into the distance before looking back at him. He slowly brought his hips back and slowly pushed back in. I felt my slick gush as he moved, feeling myself getting wetter just from one thrust. He grunted and picked up the pace. “Ahh, please more.” My hand reached out to his chest and he held my hand. Fucking me faster. My eyes rolled back and I bite my bottom lips, smiling to myself as my body was encased in pleasure. He groaned and held my hips as he began to go harder. Pounding away at me like I was some doll, but when i slapped his chest and cried out he slowed down. Rubbing his tongue over my cheek as an apology. I nodded and his tongue licked my nipples. I didn’t feel much at my boobs but knowing that his tongue was there sent shivers down my spine and euphoric shocks through my body. His dick abusing my cervix giving me beautiful pain.

“Mm! Oh fuck! Good! Feels good!” I praised him. His hands tightened at my hips and he bucked harshly but went back to his original pace. “You’re making me feel so good.” I continued to praise him. He let out a gargle that sounded like he was happy. He likes the praises? “Yes! Just like that, right there! Ahh! Yes!” I moaned. He felt amazing. My hand moved down to my clit but he moved it to his shoulder. He put his thumb in my mouth and dragged it over my teeth, gums and tongue. I sucked on it and got another groan from him. He pulled his thumb out and placed it on my clit. Fucking me as he rubbed my sensitive bud. “Oh shit!” I yelled. My eyes squeezed shut as an overwhelming feeling of pleasure hit my body. My insides felt like mush, my pussy felt sore and numb but the way his dick hit my cervix just proved how much my body loved it. The way I moaned, panted and yelled was music to him. My body convulsed under him as I came again. My mouth hung open in a silent cry as I came on his cock. He didn’t stop, he fucked me through it. But he did go faster. The desk moving under us, it was really loud. Pushing the desk towards the wall as he fucked me relentlessly. Rearranging my guts and making me stupid over his dick. I babbled nonsense and my body was numb and weak under him. Using me however he pleased just to get himself off. Making sounds like an animal as he brutalized my pussy. It was overwhelming. Why did I like it? Why was I enjoying it? Please stop. “Don’t stop.” I panted. The fuck was wrong with me? His tongue licked my lips and I opened my mouth letting it in. Tasting blood as he explored my mouth. Using his tongue to fuck my mouth.

He slammed into me. Again and again and again. He was close, his thick cock throbbed inside me and his hips stuttered once. His tongue still down my throat. I moaned over it and sucked on it. His thumb rubbed my clit again and I bucked my hips. It was so sensitive, he made me jump and move. My orgasm built up again. My bladder filling with fluid as I felt my stomach tighten. I choked on his tongue and gasped when he removed it. He pulled out and rubbed my clit faster and I squirted again as he shot his cum over my body. My hole clenched around nothing as I came. I shudder, shook and cried out. I bucked wildly and my eyes crossed. He pressed my hips down to help me relax. I panted and took deep breaths to help me get over my orgasm. When I finally relaxed he scooped his cum on his finger and put it in my mouth. My tongue lapped it up like it was an icicle. Moaning slightly just to please him. He groaned and stroked my cheek. He then left the room. Coming back with his blood stained sword. I dropped to my knees and waited for him kill me. He pulled me up to my feet and pat my head. Just do it! I yelled in my head. He brought the sword up to my neck and slowly sliced my jugular. Gagging on my blood, the pain was unimaginable.

I woke up at camp, my clothes back on and no evidence of what happened on me. “YN! Jesus Christ what took you so long?!” Feng ran over to me. I stayed silent and just curled up into fetal position.

#dead by deadlight #dbd the exicitioner #dbd pyramid head #pyramid head x reader #pyramid Head smut #smut #x reader smut

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milqueandsugar · 3 years

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🏵 Your Tea Is Ready 🏵

Warnings: Possessive/obsessive behavior, violence/injuries, mental breakdowns, slight nsfw

Genre: hurt comfort

| Possesive! Technoblade |

Despite the howling wilds of the icy tundra Technoblade couldn't ignore how impossibly hot he was. He'd like to blame it on the withering effect, but it had long since stopped eating away at his flesh, and they had long since left the nether. His vision was clear, almost too clear as it seemed the rest of his senses had long since abandoned him. His ears rang with the untamed voices hidden behind his eyes. 'Ours ours ours' 'their taking care of us' 'their gonna get cold take them home' 'keep them warm' 'hold them'. He could barely stand upright, let alone walk even with the help of his dearest companion. Oh, you, your arm around him felt so comforting, so safe, so warm. Despite how suck the heat was making him already he found himself desperately leaning into your touch.

Forgetting how much he weighed he easily took the two of you down. Pressing you into the snow he rested his head against your stomach, blaze powder smearing across his skin as he shielded you from the unfortunate weather. He quickly took notice of how metallic you smelled, you didn't smell like warm milk and freshly baked bread. You didnt smell like you. Letting out a frustrated snarl he dug his face further into you, his mouth agape as he fruitlessly searched for your scent amongst the clutter.

Although you had been trying to converse with the piglin, it seemed to do nothing but tire your jaw. The only noises that left the piglin were incoherent chants and a strange purring like noise that seemed to rumble through his chest.

You trusted Technoblade with your life, hell you'd chase him to the ends of the earth. But fear still coursed through you like a strike of lightening when he tackled you to the snowy field below. A relieved sigh escaped your lips as the only thing you felt, besides the stinging of the cold, was Technoblade rubbing his face against you. Your hands found themselves gently petting his head. You were trapped, that was for certain. Racking your brain for what Phil taught you to do when Techno had lost it you laid in silence for a long moment.

All you could remember were the violent tips, he wasn't violent however. He was in fact, quite the opposite. Almost like how clingy an animal gets in their rut, did, did techno take an interest in you? Or did the voices? A blush began to creep it's way onto your face as you realized how intimate he had been recently.

Grounding! He was grounding himself with you. You almost chuckled at your own nativity, of course he was just trying to clear his head. Theres no way in hell he had actually fancied you!

With no other options then advice for a separate situation you took a deep breath and began to gently pet the giants head. Earning soft hums of approval, "Tech? Texhnoblade can you hear me?". No response, laying your head back you stared up at the graying sky. You were gonna catch the maddest cold after this.

You continues to run your hands over the Piglins back and shoulders, carefully avoiding his wound, for what seemed like an hour. Your shoulders were beginning to cramp and Techno had only held onto you even tighter. This clearly wasn't working, honestly you had almost fallen asleep in this position before the gentle crunching of snow approached you.

Turning your head to the side you gave the familiar figure a nervous smile. "Hey Phil, I uh, need some help" you admit, gesturing with your tired hands to the man atop of you. The blonde let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head as he drew nearer, hardly taking notice of how Techno's grip seemed to tighten on your waist. "Take it the voices are acting up?" He accessed, raising his brows a bit. "Yeah you could say that" you laugh, much more relaxed knowing Technoblade meant no harm to you.

The peace however did not last long as a loud warning like squeal cut through the comfortable silence. The weight you had gotten so used to was gone, and before you knew it the sound of metal against metal followed soon after. Panic surged through you as you scrambled to your sleeping feet, nearly tumbling as you did so.

Philza looked less shocked then you, but certainly still surprised. Blocking a swing from the man by only his gauntlets, he was lucky he didn't lose that arm. Stepping back he was quick to draw his own sword, brows furrowed as he observed the Piglins sporadic actions. Another high pitched squeal escaped the beast as he charged once more, bringing his sword over his head as he prepared to strike.

That squeal seemed all to familiar, far to reminiscent of the brawl only a few nights prior. Had he been attacking for the same reason? That last time that man had proposed to you, Phil was- Realization quickly dawned on you as you connected the dots. Maybe you had been to hasty to deny your friends actions, but it was clear now. He saw Philza as a threat. And if the squabble from before meant anything, this wasn't going to end well for either one of them.

"Phil! Stop attacking! Back off!" You shouted, your voice barely piercing through the sounds of clanking metal. Philza cast you a quick glance as he parried another attack, sweat visibly forming on his brow. "He's not himself Y/N! He's not going to stop!" He hollered back, dodging a punch. "He sees you as a threat! Drop your sword!"

Phil was hesitant, on one hand he trusted your intuition, on the other he didn't want to die this evening. Swallowing his fears he slowly backed away from the Piglin, he waited for him to charge, but he didn't. Sword still raised ever so high, and his lips pulled back into a snarl. Slowly be lowered his sword, then dropped it.

#dsmp x reader #mcyt x y/n #dsmp imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt x you #technoblade x you #technoblade x reader #blood for the blood god #technoblade x y/n #techno x reader

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im-a-sussy-baka · 3 years

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baby maker

You hear the sound of the front door opening, and

He’s back.

“Baby,” Kisaki calls, “I’m home!” You scrambled to welcome him back, he appeared from around the corner smiling with his outstretched arms gathering you up the minute you were within his reach.

“Hi,” you murmured into his chest, eyes closing to receive a kiss on the lips, a routine he always did upon arriving.

“Hi yourself,” he quips and reluctantly detaches himself from you to shrug off his thick coat from those broad shoulders. Without being asked, you promptly took it from him.

He crinkles his eyes at you gently, and there's a beat of comfortable silence. “Guess what,” he whispered in your ear as if he had a juicy secret he just could not wait to reveal. You grin softly at him. He looks happier than usual - the glint in his eyes was a dead giveaway. You gesture expectantly, spurring him to go on.

“I got the doc’s approval so don’t worry about anything,” he said simply as if merely discussing the weather. You didn't have to guess what he meant or what he was suggesting since you already know. You've discussed it before, and your relationship has established the notion that you're both serious about each other.

You were so young though, just in your early twenties. You do want kids but you weren’t ready yet.

He presses his lips to yours. The kiss intensifies, with him nibbling at your lips and forcing his tongue in and out of your mouth, causing your thighs to squeeze together. You pull your face away from him, breathless.

“Kisaki...?”

The problem is, Kisaki doesn't take no for an answer.

———

“Ki...ah — saki... nngh...” Your weak attempt at communication was immediately squandered.

“Shit, you feel so good—,” he panted like a dog in heat when your folds spread open warmly embracing the crown of his cock as if your pretty pussy was welcoming him home. He shoved your thighs against your chest and slammed into you with increased vigor before you could even process what was going on. This brutal angle had you blacking out with every rock.

Kisaki laid his head on your chest, making you feel every breathless groan right against your nipple. The sloppy slaps of your bodies echo across the room, your hands clenching the sheets as you hold on for dear life when he starts thrusting into you rapidly, hefty balls smacking against your ass, brimmed and ready to unload every drop of cum into your heat.

Without his glasses, you can see how erotic Kisaki looked right now. The way his eyes glazed over as he watched your tities bounce with his jaw hanging open drool trickling down the corners of his mouth. You had no idea such a lewd face exists outside of porn, and seeing how affected he is because of you only added to your delight.

“Fuuuck,” he laughed incredulously, plowing your cunt with a renewed vigor that promised to smash your bones into a fine mush. Every thrust wrenched a shriek from your throat as he increased the speed and power. The combination of vivid ecstasy and stinging aches was causing you to shake from head to toe. Your calves were beginning to cramp as he showed no signs of slowing down.

Peering down, you could see his soaked cock slamming into you, each smack of his pelvis jarring you against the couch which was extremely painful. But, hey, who doesn't enjoy a little pain with their pleasure, right?

If his balls were impressive before, they were much more so now, firm and taut; bursting at the seams with sperm, almost assaulting your ass cheeks with harsh slaps as he pounced on you like a merciless beast. His hands wrapped around your bosom, kneading the doughy flesh. You weren't going to last much longer and by the looks of it, neither was he. Unfortunately, you haven't been doing so well since you first saw his bare cock.

“You’re gonna be such a good mama, won’t you sweetie?

“Wanna get knocked up, honey?”

“Here it comes, baby. You ready to be a mommy?”

You were so out of it. You couldn’t hear or see shit. Your body was overstimulated to the point of dizziness, causing you to quiver and throb all over.

“Uh-huh,” you whispered against his furrowed brow, delicately pressing your nose into his damp hairline as your legs swayed against his chiseled shoulders with each frenzied movement. This heartfelt display of adoration was answered with a vicious yank on your locks, forcing your head into an uncomfortable angle.

“Fucking say it like you mean it,” he hissed.

“Fu—p-please fuck me! Ohhh god, harder please... w-want a baby ...” You groaned, your words slurred and disintegrated into incoherent whines.

Kisaki hauled you up, manhandling you until you were riding him properly. His still-swollen cock was already pressing against your cunt. Fucking hell, you felt like he obliterated your entire lower half, and here he was, ready to go all out again. He pushed past your plump lips, grabbing your hips, and re-entered your needy pussy.

The sounds of you whining in pleasure were lost to the coach's loud squeaking and the thumps of skin against skin as you bounced on his dick. Up and down you go. The brutal rocking of your bodies together was divine. The way Kisaki looked up at you made you feel like you could go on for hours wanting more of the irresistible pleasure of his attention.

“Mm…ohh god…Kisaki, cum inside...”

Your words have him hammering madly into you, but you've gone through worse. He bites your lips, whimpering at your legs that keep him in place and begging him to release his thick seed as deeply into you as possible.

His stomach stiffened like he'd been shot, and then he was tensing his abdomen, grinding his hips with a jerk to batter the tip of his cock up your cervix. Your legs fell open for him, toes curling in bliss as Kisaki cummed into your sticky wetness. As he pushed further, gloops of slick were oozing around his prick.

You didn't react, or rather couldn't, since you were stuck in your own subconscious turmoil. You were gushing wet and slimy with each withdrawal from your dirty cunt, a waterfall of squirt and jizz.

“Baby, you're such a filthy bitch—” He gagged on a raspy chuckle, not sounding the least bit upset. “Why are you making a mess all over my cock? It's a good thing you’re my girl, hmm?”

He was still humping into you like a fucking dog. He said something—not that you could tell in your dazed state, his dick is as rigid as a rod and just as fatal.

And rock-solid.

Are you fucking kidding me?

The quivering twitches of his orgasm leave him heaving out the lightest sighs, a steady trickle of cum flows as he attempts to pull his dick out. Was he finished? Please finish. You cocked your head just enough to inspect his erection.

Negative.

You were totally wrecked, with no strength left in your body as he fervently claimed you repeatedly. He took you again.

And again.

Everything hurts.

The thickness and sheer quantity of spunk dribbling from your pussy overflowed to the couch. You were still catching your breath, when he leaned down and swiped a finger up the length of his cock, gathering up a clump of his spunk and your slick. He locked eyes with you as he held his finger for you to lick it clean.

"So pretty," he murmurs quietly. His eyes are gleaming, as if he's spotted a vintage Rolex watch in the mall. He caresses his nose into your stomach, moving down and licking a wide but delicate line across your labia. You sniff feebly, obviously sensitive from the creaming fest that you had, and wriggle away, but Kisaki grips your waist and draws you near. "Oh, mommy," he explains, "I don't think we're done yet. Let's try again a few more times."

#kisaki x reader #kisaki tetta #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader

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yostresswritinggirl · 3 years

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Readers: We want Red Xiao x Reader x Green Xiao content PLEASE

Exiled: Well yes but actually no

Intermittent

Pairing -> Red/Green Xiao x Reader

Word Count -> 2088

Themes -> Okay, get this: Fluff, Angst, Suggestive scene (but not too bad). It's a trifecta.

Series -> #SojournerSpecials (masterlist)

Credit: @m370N4 for Header

Warnings -> Spoilers, violence, oh gawd there's so many violence

Your lover is going through a phase.

Perhaps you should have expected this much after the things that he's gone through, and the things that he is going through. The Archon War does not pick its victims. Saints and sinners, weak and strong, participants and bystanders; they all have one thing in common, they all can die any day now as the war rages on.

The thought of impending doom puts your heart into great unease as your arms tighten, lips softly pecking the red diamond on the Yaksha's forehead as he sighs in what you hope was relief.

The adepti are strong and aid in this war under the stead of Rex Lapis, but on the forefront of greater danger leads the Yakshas. The fateful battle between Osial and the Geo Archon ended not too long ago to put an end against the Lord's destructive ministrations, but Gods do not die, only slumber; his hatred in great intensities brought forth demonic plague that now haunts the blood bathed lands of Liyue. With his indispensable power and contractual obligation, Xiao became one of the five known Yakshas devoted to conquering those evil.

You were no beast in the battlefield but alongside Cloud Retainer and Ganyu you hold well in ensuring the well-being of mankind, but you only wish there was anything you can do to help the true warriors of the Harbour.

"How are you feeling?" You ran your hands through his chopped hair as his body leans against you, still tense. Xiao produces a strangled groan upon the question, a sound you still have yet to grow accustomed to.

It was a side effect even the glorified Archon did not expect. Yet it was too late to back down from the duties, to turn away from the chaos.

"Still standing, nothing I cannot handle," leaning away from your hold, his honey eyes then sets upon yours in gentle reassurance. Exposed fingers softly brushing against your cheekbone reminiscent of a flutter, so light it sends your heart into a faster pace. "And on your end? I have heard of the mortals establishing a new type of governance, how is it faring?"

Xiao hooks his fingers under your chin in full attention, and the pairing with his tantalizing smile sent your mind melting. "It's going-," your cleared your throat of the strangled pitch you produced and tried again, "Going great! Ganyu made it her duty to oversee it as the secretary."

"That is a fine arrangement." He hums inquisitively but you both know his attention was on somewhere else, what with the way his sharp orbs kept flickering to gaze on your lips. And with how his face was slowly, surely drawing near.

"Indeed, indeed." Breathed you as you closed your eyes, ready to capture his lips for a longing kiss, his other hand rests on your lower back to guide you to his lap—

When the shutter doors slammed open, the interruption causing you to yelp as Xiao embarrassingly hides your head to his exposed chest. That did NOT lessen the warmth of your cheeks.

"Conqueror of Demons! I- I'm sorry to interrupt-"

"Pervases, go on."

"The Yaksha of flames-" A rumbling roar of a scream had all three of you shoot your heads up in alert. And within seconds you had scrambled to your feet, rushing out of the shrine to investigate the commotion. The atmosphere had you choking from the scent of arson, black smoke erupting from the burning grass and natural flora around the area.

But in the middle of the ruins had you almost dispelling the contents of your stomach, your hand shooting up to cover your mouth at the the sight. Besides you Xiao dashes past in a vain attempt to quell the flames— the lick of fire that burned the Pyro Yaksha whole, who screams in both agony and anguish over the deep unknown, skin and clothes turning black and charred.

Xiao's swings barely made a dent to the wall of fire that prevents anyone from coming close to the Yaksha. "Please, leave me alone! Let me go! Stop it!" There was an illusionary sense to her words as she screams at the empty void in front and within her, piercing and aching. You called for her name, shouted, in hopes that she may snap out of it.

Dried up tears came upon her ruby gaze as it flickers over to yours. She heard you. Her lips quivered into those of familiarity and she opens her mouth- only to scream her loudest, one last painful cry, as her body drops as a smoking corpse.

Charred and pure black. Twitching and steaming, but not alive.

You didn't realize you were crying until you felt the comfort of Xiao's hand wiping at your cheek, his red fingerless gloves catching the dampness as you released your sobs.

You didn't notice the gradual decrease of red in his clothing until you looked at him one day without feeling a pang on your chest. When you looked at him with only curiousity upon him calling your name, he offered a smile as he cups your cheek; it didn't feel like the same traumatic time when the Yaksha died, your cheek leaning on his cerulean palm.

It wasn't red. Maybe that's what drove away your thoughts.

"It looks good on you," you mumbled as you watched his now black and green hair sway from the breeze.

"Thank you."

The clouds of Jueyun Karst brings peace to all that gazes on it. That may be the reason why it was Menogias' favorite place to sit by upon finishing her duties for the day, and at times she invites you over when you are done with your own; 'your presence soothes me, it's unfair that Xiao gets to keep you to himself, even if he is your lover!' you giggle at the verbatim the Hydro Yaksha always spouts everytime she drags you away from the other, with a cute yet teasing pout on her pristine face.

Those moments always has you laughing guiltily as you wave to Xiao, who only dons a gentle smile at you two's dynamic.

But she was beautiful and elegant despite her slaughtering hands, with a mind vivid and witty.

And so you find peace next to her, as both of your hands weave cloth into apparels to calm your minds. She had always been an avid fan of stitching and knitting even her own clothes, the only reason you knew how to weave the needle was because of her incessant teachings. Right now she knits a sleeve of beautiful patterns while you took on the duty to make a wooly scarf. Jueyun Karst is cold.

"How are you faring, dear? I have heard you and Xiao-" your hands paused at the implications, "-were witness to the passing of the Yaksha Indarias. Changes are glaring among that of the Conqueror of Demons, but you are a special case who is not under the influence of the karmic binds."

Her cold blue gaze seem to pierce your soul unintentionally and you couldn't bring yourself to look upon them.

You gulped and ceased on finishing the blanket to look at her own work. It was pretty. Tiring and fearful, not just for yourself, but for her too. And especially Xiao.

She holds you close in a soft embrace as you poured your honest confessions; it felt unfair for them to suffer like this, driven to self-destruction or to eternal agony. Menogias strokes your hair affectionately as she reassures your worries.

After all, they knew their oath would come to this.

And they still honored their duties to protect Liyue, for both the mortals and the realm of the Adepti.

"H-How about you?" You sniffled, looking up at her now gentle gaze. "Have you been feeling well? I don't want you to be destroyed by your own mind too."

The Yaksha's gracious smile parts after a pause to finally reply, when a glint from the side suddenly interrupted your peace-

azure pupils dilated upon recognition;

your body flies back upon her powerful push;

blood spurs from her right thigh as a jagged pillar of rock pierces through;

your back and hitting the cliff's compact ground as your vision swims.

No, no, no, no, you recognize that glow even if it was similar to another. Your body whimpers as you struggle to get up, rolling to your side to see the inevitable— the floating silhouette of the Geo Yaksha raises his arm where an orb glows over it, a single eye glows from his shadow...

The last you saw was the flash of neons and black before the world was engulfed by a blinding light.

The next thing you know you were desperately trying not to puke as you cradled the mawled and still bleeding corpse of Menogias, weakly patting her cheeks as your desperate attempts to wake her- to convince yourself that she was still alive. That the spears of stones impaled through numerous part of her body was nonexistent.

Behind you Xiao flicks his head to the side as his mask disperses. His jade spear dripping with blood as her gentle eyes hardened as it squeezes out the tears.

"(Y/N)," your wails turned into whimpers and hiccups, loose arms wrapping around your waist as Xiao pulls you away from the bloody mess. You didn't have the spirit to protest, your eyes still trained on the deceased Yaksha's face as you wept in your lover's arms.

A familiar censer that wasn't there before hangs by his waist.

And when the pain didn't make you weep anymore, a beautifully woven sleeve of blue and clouds adorn his left arm. Those who live after a millenia would not be aware of a reminiscent and deep scar hidden beneath it.

"I was not aware you were out of your domain," the moment he landed, a firm hand grasps your waist to keep you steady on the balcony's railings. Where you're currently perched on, precariously.

You were still unused to the purple cloth that flows behind him. But it matches the wind that comes with him, and the beautiful clashes of colors that makes up who he is now. He was not reminiscent of the red gentleness that he was 2000 years ago, but a teal shadow that lingers at the edges of your vision as a blur.

"I wanted to thank you for purging the malignant monsters that haunted my domain by the cavern," your gaze falls away from the moon as you swing your legs up and over, turning to face the Inn and him yet still remaining seated on the railing.

His eyes were hostile, not at all indicative of the lightness it had long ago. Chest covered in white, and the many memorabilias that dangle with him. Xiao's hands rests on the railing by your side as your fingertip traces the Vajra hanging by his neck, chunky to pointy; Pervases, the name leaves your lips in a whisper.

A guttural growl leaves him in intensity that had you reeling yet still worried for him. Behind his lidded eyes were pure hurt from the fear you conveyed, but he shook his head at all the thoughts that invades. Xiao lets loose a tired yet mocking laugh, "I just remembered something unpleasant."

Before he can turn back to gaze at your ethereal form, you've thrown your arms around his head to pull him against your chest. Your grip and uneven heartbeat alerted him of your will to not cry at his misfortune; such sympathy is wasted on him, yet he wraps his arms around you close in a gentleness that once again reflects his deepest trait.

"...your blessings, not your flaws."

At the sound of your familiar lyrics, as if with a mind of its own, the tension on his shoulders drop immediately into your warmth.

"You've got it all, you lost your mind in the sound;

There's so much more, you can reclaim your crown;

You're in control, rid of the monsters inside your head;

Put all your faults to bed."

Urged the strokes of your hand on his head, the voices quiet into almost nothingness. The Conqueror of Demons smiles again.

"You can be king again."

To the realm of the Adepti and those who knows even the slightest of him, it was nothing to debate about when it is claimed that you were the real reason that the golden-winged king, the Conqueror of Demons— that Xiao still exists today.

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debiteful · 3 years

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Okay so this one is based on an anon request I got. A particular detail made me uncomfortable, but otherwise the concept was solid. If you want elaboration on my feelings on that, you can ask, but I don't wanna bog down the story with that ramble ^,....,^'

A wereboar discovers a human living beneath their floorboards. This person is in exile and being hunted; to make matters worse a very tough person is hunting this human. The good natured wereboar decides to help the human evade capture.

Content: soft, safe protection vore, panicking prey, willing human prey, boar-human hybrid pred, belly bulge, fearplay, threat/false claim of digestion, regurgitation, comfort afterward

Tuki walked up their front steps, feeling the familiar creak of boards beneath their feet. The bungalow stood alone in a woodland clearing, the perfect place for someone like Tuki to live. Isolated, yet close enough to civilization to get the supplies they needed.

Once inside they let their loaded sack fall to the floor. They knelt and began going through it, sorting the things within; food went to one side while fabric went to the other. Behind them, they heard a rustling noise. Very slowly they stopped rifling through the bag and listened. Their nose twitched and they snuffled curiously while slowly turning their head.

Something was scraping against a floorboard over there. Had to be big, a rat wouldn't sound like that. Maybe a raccoon? Looking around, Tuki could see one of the cabinet doors was open in the kitchen. That little thief!

The homeowner crept across the floor as quietly as they could. Unfortunately, stealth was not their strong suit. Their weight made the floorboards groan with every step.

The rustling went quiet. Tuki bent low and sniffed at the floorboards with little grunts. They had to be getting close. The scent of some creature wafted up; it didn't smell like racoon.

"Hey!" They called gruffly, "Get out here you vermin!"

A soft whimper and hasty scrabbling from below the floor was the only response. Tuki growled and leapt to their feet. In a flash they were out the door and scrambling under the cabin. Leaf litter and dirt kicked up as the creature tried to hurry away. Tuki crawled on their belly, moving arm over arm with surprising speed thanks to bulky muscles.

As the creature became silhouetted by the daylight on the far side of the cabin, its pursuer frowned. That almost looked like a person…

Tuki stopped and called, "Hey! I won't hurt you. Wait!"

It froze. They could see a head swivel and bob while it tried to get a look at them. They approached slowly.

The creature backed out from under the house, sunlight revealing its form. It was a human! Mud streaked their ashen face and twigs stuck from their unkempt hair at odd angles. They kept taking steps backwards, eyes trained on the crevice where Tuki would emerge.

By the time they were free to stand, the human was halfway to the tree line. They brushed themselves off and stood by the back of the house, "Hey! I said I wouldn't hurt you. You look like you could use some help. I- well I don't like that you stole some food, but you clearly need it. Come inside and I'll help you."

The frail person tilted their head one way, then the other. Big, dark eyes glittered as they considered the offer. They seemed human, but right now they reminded Tuki more of a yearling doe.

Tuki held out their hand, "Come here! I promise it'll be okay."

They blinked, then approached. Tuki let their arm fall and turned towards the front of the house. They didn't need to look back to sense that the bedraggled human was following a short distance behind.

Inside Tuki was able to heat some water so they could bathe. While they did, the host picked out some of their own clothes that might fit. An oversized shirt made a dress-length tunic for the human. Then they set to cooking up some warm food; they could tell it would do them good.

Over the meal, Tuki managed to gather that his name was Lark, and he was hiding from someone. He was vague about that, as if worried Tuki would change their mind about being so hospitable if they knew. Sensing the reluctance, they didn't press the matter.

After even this small bit of care, Lark was looking much better than he had been. His cheeks had a warm, healthy glow, and his hair was hanging in loose curls just above his shoulders. He looked a little silly in the large shirt, but at least it was soft and clean.

A loud knock at the door rang through the cabin. Lark jumped and spilled the soup he had been sipping from a bowl. His eyes were wide with alarm, and suddenly his whole body shook.

Tuki stood to answer the door but he darted over and grabbed at their arm. "No! Don't!" He hissed, looking up with pleading eyes.

They frowned down at him, "Why not?"

"They're here for me; they'll hurt me. You gotta hide me somewhere- somewhere they won't find me!"

Their frown deepened and they cast a worried glance around the simple dwelling. The only room besides the main area was their bed and bath room, but that didn't exactly have any hiding places. If he could get back under the floor, then maybe-

Another flurry of knocks rapped at the door. This time it was accompanied by a warning voice, "Whoever is in there, open up or I'll have to come in myself!"

Lark trembled and clung to Tuki's arm. His wordless plea was all across his face. Their face softened and they whispered, "Do you trust me?"

"I- what? I have to; if you have a plan, then do it!"

Tuki nodded and gently removed him from their arm. The human watched with a creeping dread as before his very eyes his host's shape shifted. Their face elongated, sharp tucks sprouting from between their lips. Their stubble lengthened and hair thinned, becoming thick bristles. Ears lengthened and flopped, and their form filled out their shirt better.

Beady black eyes full of concern gazed at Lark from that monstrous face. His host wasn't human; they were a were-boar!

He sucked in a shaky breath and fought the urge to turn and run. Filled with desperation, he knew flight was not an option.

He squeaked as their powerful hands grabbed his slight shoulders and lifted him. His feet reflexively kicked a little as they left the floor. Their jaws opened wide, saliva hanging in thick strands that trembled with their hot breath. The humid air washed over his face as he screwed his eyes shut. Terror pricked at his belly and sent his heart racing as he felt a slobbery tongue rise up to greet his face.

Their maw shut around his head and shoulders gently. Even if he wanted to cry out, he couldn't, smothered by wet flesh as they crammed his head down their throat. They swallowed; it was a sickening feeling to have those powerful muscles constrict around him.

He could hardly feel their hands grasp his hips now and heave him deeper in. His legs kicked wildly and he fought for air through the panic and slime. His whole body became completely enveloped in rippling muscle and coated in saliva as he slid downward.

Tuki wiped their mouth with the back of a hairy hand while the other slid down to support their swelling belly. They felt their gut stretch as their hastily gobbled prey slid down and was forced to curl. Their stomach walls were taut and smooth around Lark's quivering form. The bulge of their belly strained against their shirt, making it ride up a little. It wasn't very inconspicuous, but it would have to do.

They plodded over to the door just as whoever was outside turned the handle. The door swung inward to reveal the would-be intruder, a hulking man carrying a baton in one hand and clutching the short leash of a massive dog in the other. The beast snarled and snapped at Tuki, but they held their ground. The man looked surprised, but a snear took over, "There you are, you dumb brute! You couldn't hear me knocking?"

Armed and with that vicious dog, Tuki knew they couldn't fight. Especially stuffed full like this. They would have to talk their way through this. "I could," they said crossly, "but I was finishing my dinner when you so rudely interrupted."

"I have important business, more important than you stuffing your face, pig."

Tuki narrowed their eyes, "What is it then?"

"I'm on the trail of a dangerous fugitive who is an enemy of the state." At that Lark squirmed inside their belly nervously, but went still as the man continued, "I tracked him here, intending to apprehend him so he can be exiled permanently."

The dog was straining against its tether, sniffing with interest at the threshold. Its master didn't spare it a glance, stone-cold eyes fixed on Tuki and club raised menacingly. They replied, "Well I haven't come across anyone dangerous."

"He's a sly curr, might not seem dangerous. Have you seen any strangers around here? Heard anything odd?"

"Hmmmm," Tuki said, weighing their options. They scratched at their belly, drawing up the shirt to reveal the rounded bulge sagging over the waist of their pants. "There was this one little fella, big doe eyes. He stole some food from me," the anxious squirms started up again, making their protruding gut wiggle. "So I ate him instead!"

"You what?" The man snarled. Slowly his gaze drifted down to their taut stomach, and horror crept into his eyes at seeing it move. He looked back at Tuki with disgust, "You ate a man?"

"Hardly a man," they shrugged, "More of a vermin. I'm not too picky though," they said with a smirk.

Seemingly at a loss for words, he just gaped at the wereboars belly for a while. Then he looked past them, into the house, "I'm going to have a look around, just in case."

"You won't find much," Tuki gloated, patting their belly. A burp rumbled up and escaped loudly. The dog sniffed the air then bayed and reared up to investigate their snout. They laughed and the man dragged it away and into the house by its leash.

Tuki kept a wary eye on the two invaders while they leaned against the threshold. Lark still hadn't settled down, his body writhing within the flexible limits of the stomach. Little muffled grunts could barely be heard above the gurgling fluids shifting around him.

The dog barked with savage excitement as it found Lark's dirty clothes. The wash water had already been drained away, leaving little explanation. The man hooked the tattered clothes with a finger and brought them to Tuki, "Whats this? Is it yours?"

"No, you're welcome to it. I took those filthy rags off that human before I devoured him. I have some standards," they huffed.

The man eyed their still moving gut, "You ate him alive?"

"Of course! Killing is so messy, I don't like to do it in the house. Besides," they leaned in with a ghoulish grin, "I like to feel them squirm as I digest."

Lark flailed as best he could within the cramped confines, but the real reward was the brief widening of the intruder's eyes at that comment. He scowled, "Can't you spit him up? I have a job to do."

Offended, Tuki leaned back, "What? And waste a perfectly good meal? No, you were too slow. He's mine now. Besides, it's not like he's going anywhere. Just tell your master you did it; how're they gonna know any different?"

He considered, then trudged past the wereboar, hauling his dog along, "Fine. But if I get in trouble, don't think I won't send someone after your hide too!"

"I expect nothing less from a scoundrel like you."

He froze and clenched his cudgel. Tuki dearly hoped he wouldn't try to use it. Thankfully, that was the case, and he stomped off without another word.

Tuki shut the door and locked the bolt into place, just in case. They went over to their chair and sat down heavily. Their belly bumped against their legs as Lark continued to wriggle frantically. His whining could be heard by Tuki, and their heart lurched. The poor creature must be terrified. If only they had had more time to explain.

They got up and hurried to get a towel, then went to their bedroom and stood infront of the bed. They heaved, and with great effort Lark slid up and out of their stomach. He landed on the towel laid out to catch him and lay there shivering. Before he could scramble away, Tuki shifted back to their human form and bundled him up in the towel. He fought against the warm folds of cloth weakly before realizing he wasn't in danger. The wereboar sat on the bed and cradled the swaddled human in their lap, using a corner of the towel to wipe his face and hair.

He looked up with wide, tearful eyes, "You…." He couldn't find the words.

They hugged him tightly then gave an apologetic stare, "You're quite the mess, again. I didn't know what else to do. He would've found you if I hadn't-"

He cut them off, "I know. I know. It's just- the things you said, they were terrifying. Especially from, well, in there," his eyes flicked meaningfully to their belly.

They nodded and continued to clean him up carefully. He relaxed into their hold, inhaling the fresh air deeply.

Neither of them spoke. Both of their minds independently wandered to the same, simple question: what next? Neither of them had the answer right now.

#soft vore #safe vore #protection vore #digestion mention #reluctant prey #wereboar pred #anthro pred #human prey #belly bulge #bulging belly #similar size vore #same size vore #unintentional fearplay #panicking pred #regurgitation #hurt/comfort #debiteful writing

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heyiwrotesomethings · 3 years

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Feeding the Weary Traveler

Mitsuri Kanroji x She/Her Reader

A/N: Warnings for this one are homophobia and a mention of physical assault. Let me know if you think I should mention anything else. It’s a relatively light story considering. I usually like to keep the sexuality of the reader undiscussed so it could be anything, but this time around reader doesn’t seem to be interested in men in the slightest. It’s only a couple of lines but just a heads up. Hope you like it! Sorry if there are more errors than usual. My internet is painfully slow and it makes uploading a chore and a half. Word Count: 6,388

Mitsuri hummed happily to herself as she surveyed the various food stalls lighting up the night around her. She wasn’t sure where she should begin, it all looked so good! She was so lucky to have stumbled upon this bustling little village, and during a festival no less! This dinner was going to be legendary! Hopefully there would be an inn nearby where she could rest between missions and take some time to enjoy it all.

Mitsuri decided that the sweet dango stall was calling her name so she made her way over there first and purchased four skewers. She chewed happily as she walked around and tried to decide what to try next. The dango tasted so good she had half a mind to go back and get a couple more.

The Hashira was about to approach a yakitori stall as she finished her last dango when her crow landed none too gracefully in the dirt beside her. She flapped her wings frantically, her little clover shaped crown slightly askew.

Mitsuri whined as she chewed the last bit of dango before swallowing it down. It looked like dinner was over before it really even started. Well, when duty calls...

She cast one last longing glance at the sizzling meats and followed after her crow out of the village’s well lit valley and into the dark mountains above. Lives could be on the line, dinner could wait.

Mitsuri scaled the rugged terrain, hopping from tree to tree. Her crow flapped erratically just ahead, guiding her to whatever demon was wreaking havoc tonight. Her fingers wrapped tightly over the hilt of her blade as the air became heavy with an overwhelming dense dread that could only be brought on by the demon’s bloodlust.

Mitsuri unfurled her blade and kicked off of the next tree branch particularly hard as a scream ripped through the craggy boulders. A few more leaps and bounds.., she did not slow, a scream could mean many things, it wasn’t over yet. They could still be alive!

Her crow cawed in alarm just as Mitsuri’s eyes locked onto a struggle in the brambles below. Almost on instinct, she cracked her whip-like blade over the demon’s grotesque form, causing it to shriek. The Hashira twirled in the air to land in front of the beast and the young woman trapped and writhing beneath it.

“Get off of her, you miserable fiend!” Mitsuri commanded, readying her blade to lash at the demon again.

The demon wailed again in anger, crushing the dirt beside its hostage’s head before tearing off into the forest in an attempt to get away from the powerful newcomer.

“Oh no you don’t!” Mitsuri called after it, cracking her nichirin blade over its retreating form. The blade sliced into the tendons in the back of one of its legs, causing it to tumble to the ground. Before it could skitter off to heal, Mitsuri swung her blade around again. The specially forged metal curled around the demon’s neck and with one clean yank, it’s head came clean off.

The slayer stayed alert, scanning the area for any other nearby threats. An exhausted caw from her crow alerted her that it was safe to let her guard down. She quickly turned on her heel to asses the young woman’s condition, observing her as she shakily got to her knees.

Her kimono was ripped and dirtied. Blood seemed to be seeping through her cloth of her shoulder. Her eyes were wide and frightened while her breath came shallow and quick.

“Are you alright?” Mitsuri spoke gently, slowly moving into the girl’s line of vision. She didn’t want to scare her anymore than she already had been tonight.

“I don’t know,” she said between gasping breaths, “I, I’m alive. That’s something.” She tried to get to her feet, but something twinged in her ankle and she fell back to her knees.

Mitsuri knelt at her side in concern.

The girl would need some medical attention. “My name is Kanroji Mitsuri. What’s your name?”

“(L/n) (Y/n).” She shakily replied.

“Let me help you home, (L/n)-san. Do you live in the village down below?” Mitsuri asked, helping (Y/n) to her feet, carrying most of her weight for her.

“No,” (Y/n) answered quickly, almost as if the insinuation pained her, “no, I don’t. I live here, in the mountains. My cottage isn’t too far from here.”

“I’ll help you get home, (Y/n)-san. Don’t worry, you’re in safe hands.” Mitsuri assured.

“Thank you, thank you so much.”

Mitsuri eyed the young woman sympathetically. The poor dear was still shaken, but managed to direct Mitsuri in the direction of her home while the Hashira carefully held her up, guiding her through the tough terrain.

Mitsuri frowned at the sight of the worn down shack as it came into view, this couldn’t be it, could it?

“There, I live there.” (Y/n) proclaimed, her voice laced with exhaustion. She must have been able to feel the shift in Mitsuri’s mood at the declaration because she then added, “It’s not much, but it’s home. I built it myself even.”

“Do you live here alone?” Mitsuri couldn’t help but ask, slightly horrified.

“I do.” (Y/n) affirmed, missing Mitsuri’s open-mouthed, wide-eyed shock when she stumbled towards the weathered door. “Thank you again, for saving me and bringing me back home.”

“You’re welcome but...” Mitsuri tried to find words but none would come finally she just shook her head and followed (Y/n)’s stumbling form to the door. “Do you have any medical supplies? Let me help patch you up.”

“I have some things. I’m not sure how helpful they’ll be. You needn’t concern yourself. You’ve done so much for me already, Kanroji-san.”

“Your shoulder could get infected without proper care and your ankle looks sprained or even broken. Let me see what I can do. We might need to take you to the village, there’s got to be a doctor down there.”

(Y/n) shook her head furiously, wincing a bit and grasping her head soon after, “I’m not going into town for anything. I’ll invite you to do what you can here, but that’s where I draw the line.”

Mitsuri was concerned by the girl’s reluctance to go to the village, but she took (Y/n)’s offer and entered the small shack. She was surprised by how homey the inside looked once (Y/n) lit a few lanterns. Not only that, but it smelt heavenly inside.

(Y/n) cursed under her breath as she hobbled over to some kind of makeshift oven and carefully peaked inside before sighing in relief and opened it fully. “It didn’t burn! Thank the gods for small favors I guess.”

“What have you got there, (L/n)-san? It smells very good in here.” Mitsuri said, holding a hand over her stomach in an attempt to quiet its rumbling.

“Bread. Please, help yourself. It’s the least I can offer for all of your help tonight.”

“Really? Thank you!” Mitsuri was practically glowing at the invitation before she remembered why she was here in the first place. “Later! First, let’s check you over.”

(Y/n) gestured to another corner of the space to a wobbly, rustic shelf next to a futon so flat it couldn’t possibly be comfortable to sleep on. Mitsuri’s heart went out to this girl. She couldn’t be too far off from her in age, this was no way to live, and alone no less.

Mitsuri recovered the tin sitting atop the bottom shelf and motioned the girl to sit on the ground as she noted there were no chairs. She kneeled beside (Y/n)’s injured shoulder. A pained grunt rumbled at the back of the hermit’s throat as she painstakingly loosened and lowered the fabric around her shoulders, baring the bloody claw marks to the Hashira.

“Oh you poor dear...” Mitsuri cooed as she gently probed the torn flesh. At least it wasn’t too deep.

“It’s fine,” (Y/n) shivered and looked away, “could you wrap me up now please. Try to be sparing with the bandages if possible.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Mitsuri frowned. She disinfected and wrapped the wound as Shinobu had shown her during her first aid training and managed to only use about a third of the already meager roll. “There,” she gently patted (Y/n)’s shoulder, “that’s all set. Now I just need a look at that ankle. Oh my, it’s swollen pretty bad. We’ll need to elevate it and you should really lay down.”

“I am pretty tired,” (Y/n) sighed wearily, pulling her kimono back up over her shoulders. “Could you help me up?”

“Of course!” Mitsuri eagerly replied, easily scooping (Y/n) up in her arms and standing to her full height.

(Y/n)’s hands scrambled for purchase on Mitsuri’s uniform from the sudden movement. Once she realized Mitsuri’s hold on her was solid and unwavering she relaxed a bit before pulling her hands back to her own chest and jerking her head outwards away from the pale expanse of the demon slayer’s chest. If at all possible, she was sure steam would roll out of her ears like active geysers.

Mitsuri didn’t notice anything amiss and took the few steps needed to lay (Y/n) down in the sad little bed. Then she paid careful attention to (Y/n)’s leg, tilting and rotating it while getting feedback from the girl.

“Well, I don’t think it’s broken, but you should definitely stay off of it for awhile.” Mitsuri informed, feeling anxious. “So you know anyone nearby? Someone that can assist you with your recovery?”

“I’ll be just fine, trust me.” (Y/n) had said.

“That um, didn’t really answer my question.” Mitsuri smiled a bit tightly as more worry settled in her heart. “Do you have family nearby, friends, close acquaintances?”

“If you must know,” (Y/n) weakly spat, “there isn’t anyone. I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing it for nearly two years now.” She finished bitterly.

Mitsuri flinched back at (Y/n)’s tone and the bedridden girl immediately felt bad. She was only trying to help after all. (Y/n) would have been dead without her.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound so harsh.”

“It’s alright. You’ve had a hard night,” Mitsuri patted (Y/n)’s hand reassuringly. “I’ll just have to watch over you then.”

“Cawww!”

Mitsuri looked over her shoulder at her crow, flapping and comically sweating buckets from her uneasy perch on the windowsill.

“I can take care of myself,” (Y/n) voiced her stance once more, “besides, it looks like your work isn’t over yet. Take a couple loafs for the road as thanks. You’ll need to keep your strength up.”

“I couldn’t.” Mitsuri shook her head. The girl already had so little, it would be a crime to take advantage. She was already paid plenty as a Hashira, she could hold out for a few more hours.

“I insist. I make more than I know what to do with. Quite a bit gets thrown to the wildlife.”

“Well, if you’re sure...” Mitsuri’s resolve crumbled like loose gravel. She was hungry, and the bread smelled really, really good. If (Y/n) was going to insist, how could she say no? Then Mitsuri straightened as an idea formed in her mind. (Y/n) startled as Mitsuri loudly smacked her hands together.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, tomorrow before the sun sets!” Mitsuri said with conviction.

“What?” (Y/n) blinked, watching Mitsuri pack three loafs of bread into a rucksack before giving it back to her crow to fly off with.

“I’ll come by tomorrow to check on you.” Mitsuri said before taking a bite out of a fourth loaf of bread. “Mmm, this is so good!”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I have to get going now, but I’ll be back! Keep your weight off that ankle and don’t strain yourself!” Mitsuri called as she opened the front door.

“No, wait, Kanroji-san!”

But she was already gone, the door closed tightly behind her before she ran off headlong into the dangerous night.

“And she’s gone,” (Y/n) sighed, “just who is she anyway? She’s practically superhuman,” she covered her face in the crook of her good arm, “and she’s really pretty.”

***

By morning Mitsuri was halfway through her last loaf of bread and standing before the familiar sight of the Butterfly Estate. After seeing the state of (Y/n)’s medical supplies, Mitsuri thought it prudent to visit Shinobu and procure a kit for the girl.

“Mitsuri, hello.” Shinobu greeted upon looking up from her microscope. “What brings you here today?”

“Shinobu, you have to help me,” Mitsuri immediately started in, “I saved a girl last night and she got a roughed up a bit before I got to her. Can you help me make a medical kit for her?”

“Of course I’ll help you,” Shinobu smiled, “but I must ask, why not just take her to a civilian doctor? Surely they would be able to provide the help she may need.”

“She lives alone in the mountains. She seems to have a bad relationship with the village in the valley below, but I don’t know why.”

“Just be careful then,” Shinobu warned, “who knows, you might be dealing with a criminal.”

“No way!” Mitsuri gasped, waving the last couple bites of bread in front of Shinobu’s face, “Could a criminal make bread this good? I think not!”

“Please stay vigilant regardless,” Shinobu giggled before switching gears, “now, tell me what happened last night.”

Mitsuri explained the situation the best she could, detailing (Y/n)’s injuries and what supplies she had left. Shinobu helped her pack up a new med kit that would not only replenish (Y/n)’s supplies, but give her some other helpful medicines that she didn’t have initially. Mitsuri thanked Shinobu with a tight hug that forced her fellow Pillar to dangle in the air for a few moments before being lowered to the ground once more. Then she made her way off the property, running off into the woods. She had a lot of ground to cover before sunset.

After a few hours of travel Mitsuri was feeling peckish. She had unfortunately finished the last loaf of bread before leaving Shinobu’s estate and didn’t have time to replenish her snack sack that her crow carried for her. If she was lucky, maybe the festival she had stumbled upon last night was a multiple night event and she could stalk up once she checked on (Y/n).

With an excited hum, she practically flew up the mountain, making her way in the general direction she knew (Y/n)’s shack to be.

“Oh dear, was it a left at this boulder or a right?” Mitsuri mumbled to herself. The forest was more inviting in the evening light but it looked so different. Cautiously, she tried the left path and scoured her surroundings for anything that looked familiar.

Mitsuri had begun to grow a bit anxious, worried that she had taken a wrong turn. She took a deep breath through her nose to calm herself which was quickly followed by a few more testing scentings of the air. Something smelled delicious. She couldn’t be sure, but it was the best lead she had so far. She followed the hearty aroma and cheered to herself as the rundown, misshapen hut came into view.

The Hashira wasted no time hopping up to the door. She gave a courtesy knock and announced herself before letting herself inside. She smiled to herself as she imagined how happy (Y/n) would be to have such an arsenal of medicinal goods. That smile quickly became a shocked, open mouth of light horror upon seeing (Y/n) up and moving about her small home.

“Ah! I thought I told you not to put any weight on that ankle, you’ll hurt yourself!” Mitsuri worried. She quickly went up to (Y/n) with her arms out in front of her like (Y/n) would collapse at any moment.

“I couldn’t just lay in bed all day.” (Y/n) tried to reason. “You said you were coming back so I felt the need to make dinner for you. You know, to repay you for all you’re doing for me. A little ankle pain can hardly keep me down.”

Mitsuri was touched by the gesture, it made her heart flutter with appreciation, but (Y/n) needed to follow her instructions or who knows what long term damage she would cause herself.

“It smells wonderful, (L/n)-san and I thank you endlessly, but please, lay down right now!”

“I’ve been taking breaks. I’m fine—ah!“

Ah, swept off her feet by the strong and beautiful demon slayer once again. As embarrassing as being doted on in this manner was, (Y/n) was definitely going to revisit this tender care in her dreams. Gods, she was touch starved.

“Really (L/n)-san, don’t be difficult. Let me check on your shoulder, okay?” Mitsuri didn’t even sound strained as she slowly placed (Y/n) down on the futon.

“Oh, okay.” (Y/n) fought through the fuzzy tingles, shaking them from her body as she slid her sleeve off her shoulder.

“Aw, it looks a little infected,” Mitsuri whined as she softly prodded the tender flesh, “but don’t worry! I paid a visit to a dear friend today and I’ve got everything you’ll need!”

“Kanroji-san, this is too much.” (Y/n) gaped in awe at the tightly packed tin Mitsuri presented to her.

“Not at all! Now, hold still while I apply some of this cream.” Mitsuri beamed before swirling the cool salve over the cuts. (Y/n) flinched a bit but the numbing chill soon soothed the pain.

“Wow, that feels really nice.”

“Right? I can always trust Shinobu for the best!” Mitsuri proudly proclaimed as she finished re-wrapping (Y/n)’s shoulder. She then took care of (Y/n)’s ankle the way Shinobu had suggested and looked at her handiwork with pride. “There all done! Shinobu said you’ll want to keep it elevated and free of strain for at least two weeks.”

“Okay, I’ll rest where I can. Thank you.”

“No no,” Mitsuri made an ‘x’ with her arms and pouted, “none of that, you have to rest!”

“I can’t afford to rest. It’s not easy living in the mountains alone.” (Y/n) informed, her eyes shifted over Mitsuri’s shoulder at the burning embers in her ‘kitchen’, “Could you take that off the heat please?”

“Yeah, I can do that.” Mitsuri shot up and stole to the dingy pot, her eyes shined upon witnessing the rich, golden broth up close. “Wow, this looks amazing!”

“I’m glad you think so, the mountains are harsh but there are plenty of resources if you know where to look. Please, help yourself.”

“Thank you so much! Here, let me get you a bowl as well. Food always tastes better with company after all.”

Mitsuri tried to prepare another bowl for (Y/n) but quickly discovered she only had one. It seemed like the more she looked at the place, the sadder it made her. (Y/n) seemed to notice the sudden downtick in the slayer’s mood and spoke up.

“Hey, I’ve got a tea mug I’ll happily drink from if you don’t mind my bad manners.” She laughed, provoking a smile from Mitsuri.

“Of course I don’t mind.”

They ate the broth and fresh bread together as they made small talk and Mitsuri was having a great time. It was rare to get to know someone she rescued like this and being able to see (Y/n) while the sun had not yet fully disappeared she got an opportunity to have a really good look at her.

Mitsuri’s face heated as (Y/n) laughed at something she said and she silently praised the forces at hand that allowed her to make it to her in time. It felt good, so very rewarding, to know such a beautiful soul’s time was not cut short by a cruel end. She wanted to keep it that way.

“Something on your mind, Kanroji-san?” (Y/n) asked, breaking Mitsuri from her thoughts with a start.

“Oh! I, um, I was just thinking about how good your food is! You know, the village down below was having a festival yesterday. I bet you could sell a lot of what you make really quickly if you set up a stall there.” Mitsuri exclaimed before diving back in.

(Y/n)’s face soured a bit at the thought, though she sighed wistfully and a sad smile crossed her lips.

“That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” She said before taking another sip from her chipped cup.

“Why don’t you go down to the village, (L/n)-san?” Mitsuri asked, her pastel-green eyes gazed at (Y/n)’s downcast face.

(Y/n) stayed silent for a few moments, debating with herself if it was worth delving into her strife with a girl she had only just met the night before and probably wouldn’t see again. At least, she definitely wouldn’t see her again if she were to explain her situation.

“It’s not something I’d really care to discuss. Sorry.” (Y/n) curtly replied.

“No, I’m sorry,” Mitsuri frowned, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s fine. It was an innocent question.” (Y/n) assured, giving Mitsuri’s knee a friendly pat before withdrawing once more.

They continued to talk about anything until the sun disappeared and the stars lit up the night sky and the lanterns were lit to illuminate the hut.

Mitsuri needed to go. The Hashira was reluctant but she wasn’t going to leave (Y/n) completely on her own just yet. She told the mountain dweller she’d come back to check on her in three days time, giggling at the girl’s surprise at the declaration. Mitsuri reasoned that (Y/n) would still need help while she recovered and although she was busy with her duties, she couldn’t in good conscious leave (Y/n) completely on her own. Especially when the girl had a tendency to skip out of much needed rest.

Mitsuri filled her rucksack to her heart’s with (Y/n)’s blessing and set off into the night. She hoped to see improvements in (Y/n)’s health when she returned in a few days.

***

The next visit went well. Mitsuri still had to scold (Y/n) for moving about, but she still, albeit a bit guiltily, heartily ate the meals (Y/n) would prepare for her upon her arrival.

Even after (Y/n) had completely healed, Mitsuri didn’t stop visiting. (Y/n) would always laugh when Mitsuri would show up unannounced, joking that feeding Mitsuri was like feeding a stray cat, she’d always come back for more. (Y/n) was happy for the company though. Very happy.

Mitsuri would also bring little things to make (Y/n)’s shack more bearable, starting with an extra set of dishes so they could properly enjoy a meal together. Before long, they considered themselves close enough to be real friends.

One night Mitsuri came by so late, she had awoken (Y/n) when she knocked on the door. (Y/n) let her in and Mitsuri nearly toppled them both over in her exhaustion.

“Hi,” Mitsuri whispered both shyly and with great exhaustion, “sorry for coming by so late. It’s just been a really long night and I think I’m about to crash any minute now. You were the closest to where I was so...”

“You know better than to think you ever need have an excuse to stop by.” (Y/n) lightly scolded. “Come lay down, are you hungry?” She asked, laying the Hashira down on the new futon that Mitsuri had brought for (Y/n) a couple visits prior.

“I could never say no to anything you make.” Mitsuri smiled, causing a prickly heat to swirl over (Y/n)’s cheeks.

(Y/n) heated up her leftovers and presented them to Mitsuri who ate them with the same vigor she would have if it was fresh.

“So good,” she sighed happily, “really, if this is what you can make in this little hut, I would die of happiness to see what you could do in a proper kitchen.”

“You flatter me, Mitsuri.” (Y/n) smiled shyly. It still gave her butterflies to speak to the demon slayer so familiarly, but it was a good feeling.

“I’m serious, (Y/n)!” Mitsuri swore, “I still maintain that I think you would do very well in the village.”

(Y/n) pursed her lips, which Mitsuri noticed straight away and mirrored before fidgeting with the now empty bowl in her hands.

“Are you ready to talk about that yet? It’s alright if you aren’t.” She hesitantly asked.

(Y/n) would be lying to herself if she thought she wasn’t nervous at the prospect of telling Mitsuri her history with the village, but she found herself wanting to share that part of her story with the sweet woman. Mitsuri had never done anything to hurt her, but that’s what made the aspect of sharing so much more frightening. What if Mitsuri became disgusted with her? Accused her of befriending her with alternative motives? But when (Y/n) met her eyes those doubts quieted and she took a deep shutters breath before blowing it all back out in one harsh breath.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to listen? It might be better if you sleep for the night first.”

Mitsuri seemed more alert already, sitting up fully in the bed and giving (Y/n) her full, undivided attention. “No, I can listen! I want to be able to understand you better and support you in anyway I can! Tell me whatever you are comfortable sharing.”

“Okay,” (Y/n) took another breath, taking a moment to decide how to proceed.

“I was born and raised in that valley, actually. My family owns an inn that doubles as a restaurant to boot.”

“That explains a lot.” Mitsuri commented with a small smile, patting at her full stomach. That earned a chuckle and a nod from (Y/n) before she continued.

“Yeah, my mom started teaching me almost as soon as I could stand on my own. She was strict, but with food that good, she was entitled to that attitude. My father took care of the inn side of things and when he wasn’t doing that, he was drinking his weight in saké.” (Y/n) took note of Mitsuri’s concern and patted her hand while flashing her a reassuring half smile.

“It wasn’t ideal, but that was just life. Incredibly, the business didn’t suffer and he never treated us badly so we saw no need to address it. I didn’t know of any other way of life so I was content where I was. Until...”

“Until what, (Y/n)?” Mitsuri cocked her head to the side.

“Until my parents arranged a marriage for me to be wed to the blacksmith’s son. The union would have brought a large sum of money to my family. The whole village seemed to know about it before I did.” (Y/n) chuckled humorlessly and shook her head while Mitsuri listened, holding herself back from jumping in to ask questions.

“They would talk over me about what I’d wear, who would be invited, even as far as when I should bare a child. I felt like everything I thought I knew was crumbling around me. I hadn’t even talked to the blacksmith’s son before. Even now I don’t recall his name. All I knew was that the idea of marrying him terrified me.”

“Did you tell your parents this?” Mitsuri couldn’t help but blurt, her eyebrows had upturned and creased her forehead.

“Yes,” (Y/n)’s eyes shadowed over as she peered down at her lap, “I admit, the middle of town wasn’t the best place to air my reservations, but they wouldn’t listen to me. They would tell me it was just cold feet or that I was overreacting. Then I had finally had it, and two days before the wedding, I screamed at my mother that I didn’t want to be married to some boy I had never talked to and made a big scene.

She had said then, since I was making such a fuss, that I must have been handing myself out to some other boy while her back was turned and it just made me so mad. I told her there was no other boy, that I didn’t want one.” (Y/n) sighed and pressed her head back against the wall.

“I told her that the only people that I had ever thought of marrying were either the grocer’s eldest daughter or the seamstress’ apprentice who had helped me at my fitting the day prior and then my mother slapped me in front of the whole village.”

Mitsuri gasped, covering her mouth. She was no stranger to the disappointment of a parent, but her parents had never laid a hand on her for any of her failed engagements.

“She was disgusted with me and word traveled fast. The blacksmith called off the arrangement, not wanting his son to have anything to do with my... perversions I think he called them. The grocer refused to sell his produce to my family and kept his daughters inside.

My father, once greatly respected, was humiliated by me and shunned by the whole village. He was furious and drunk which made for a very bad combination as you may imagine. I was severely... disciplined and locked away.

Later that night, I could hear him and my mother discussing selling me to a brothel to be trained as a courtesan. Needless to say, once I believed they were asleep I tore through the paper wall of the room I was trapped in and packed up what I could carry before I escaped into the mountains. I’ve been surviving here ever since.”

As (Y/n) finished her story, Mitsuri sniffed loudly and hiccuped, startling (Y/n) from her memories to try to comfort the demon slayer as she cried for her. Mitsuri pulled (Y/n) into her chest with such ferocity that it cracked the poor girl’s spine.

“I’m sorry that happened to you. You didn’t deserve such treatment!” The Hashira blubbered. “It was awful of me to ever suggest you go back to that terrible place devoid of love and compassion.”

(Y/n) struggled to breath and patted Mitsuri’s back. “Don’t be hard on yourself, you didn’t know. It’s okay.”

Getting all of that out there, having someone to listen and not judge her for her tale, it made (Y/n) feel so much lighter. Mitsuri kept her close and rocked their bodies side to side and how was (Y/n) not going to cry when she hadn’t been treated so tenderly since she was little. Before long, they were both sobbing messes in the corner of a dingy shack in the middle of the mountains.

By the time their bout had subsided into the occasional sniffle or the loud, gross honk of mucus being sucked back up someone’s nose, the girls had migrated to spooning on the futon with one of Mitsuri’s arms wrapped securely over (Y/n)’s side while the the other alternated between lightly scratching at the nape of (Y/n)’s neck and between her shoulder blades. The fit on the futon was tight, but neither seemed to mind.

“You know,” (Y/n) sighed, “the night you saved me I was out because there is a cliff that you can see the whole village from. I knew the festival lights would be up and I really wanted to feel the warmth I used to feel at festival season. Figures I’d be attacked by a demon before I even got there.”

“You’re going to make me cry again.” Mitsuri said, her voice coming out a tad nasally because of her stuffy nose.

“I didn’t mean for that to make you sad. I was just going to say I was glad for that night for nothing else other than I got to meet you. Thank you for sticking around, Mitsuri.”

“Now you’re being so sweet I’m gonna cry again!” Mitsuri sniffled, weakly batting at (Y/n) and making her laugh as she apologized.

“I’m glad I met you too,” Mitsuri whispered softly once they calmed down again. Then they finally went to sleep as the sun was rising.

***

“I just— mm! I don’t want her living in that rundown shack anymore. I never did! But now, I think about it all the time and I just can't stand it!” Mitsuri complained to Shinobu as the Insect Pillar tried to concentrate on the medicines she was measuring out.

“I see.” Shinobu answered simply, making a note before giving Mitsuri her full attention, “Well, if she’s as good of a cook as you keep telling me, I’m sure Aoi would be happy for another pair of hands in the kitchens.”

“What?” Mitsuri blinked.

“You know me, Mitsuri. I have a history of taking in young girls who have nowhere to go. I assume that’s why you have been telling me all of this.” Shinobu smiled mischievously, “besides, you make her sound so cute, how could I say no?”

That got a rise out of the Love Hashira.

“You—! You already have a girlfriend!” Mitsuri sputtered her face as pink as her hair at the possibility of Shinobu trying to woo (Y/n). Worse yet, the very real possibility that it would work! Mitsuri knew just how charming Shinobu could be! But thankfully, Shinobu laughed and diffused the state Mitsuri had worked herself into.

“I was only teasing, but she really can live here. I have plenty of room. I just figured you would want to keep her closer. I didn’t realize your estate was operating at full capacity.”

“Wait, say that again.” Mitsuri said, the wheels in her head turning as she tried to work backwards herself.

“(L/n)-san can live here?” Shinobu tried.

“No, after that.”

“I didn’t realize your own estate was running at full capacity. I thought you would want (L/n)-san to live with you.” Shinobu reiterated.

“Ah!” Mitsuri shrieked, making Shinobu wince ever so slightly. Then Mitsuri roughly grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her around a little bit, “You, Kochou Shinobu, are a genius! I can’t believe I hadn’t realized sooner! Thanks for the talk, bye!”

“Take care!” Shinobu saw Mitsuri off, fixing her tousled fringe as she watched the blur of pink, green and white run out of sight around the corner. Deciding she was due for a break, she wandered down the opposite end of the hall to find out what her girlfriend was up to at the moment.

***

By now, Mitsuri knew the mountain like she knew the back for her hand. The delicious scent of sizzling vegetables and meats never hurt either of course. She didn’t even bother to knock before letting herself in.

“I had a feeling you’d come by today.” (Y/n) smiled as she checked over her shoulder, “I’m not sure what it was, but I’m glad it proved true because I definitely made too much food.”

“(Y/n), live with me.” Mitsuri blurted before shyly hiding her face in her hands. How could she ask that so suddenly? Never mind ask, she definitely didn’t even phrase it as a question!

“Huh?” Was all (Y/n) could get out before she forgot how her voice worked.

“Would, would you maybe, possibly consider maybe living with me?” Mitsuri tried again, her voice raised almost to the point of cracking with every word.

“...I wouldn’t want to impose.” (Y/n) nervously replied after a few moments, busying herself by stirring a pot that was in no need of attention.

“You wouldn’t be!” Mitsuri said with more conviction. “I really want you to come with me. I know you are proud of what you have managed to do for yourself, it’s better than anything I could ever make, but the more time passes, I can’t help but hate how you still live in this rundown, rickety, shack that I can clear in four strides!” Mitsuri demonstrated her point by walking from one wall to the other before turning back to (Y/n) with pleading eyes.

“Please, come live with me. I love you and you deserve more than this.”

“La, la, lalala, lov, love... love me?” (Y/n) quickly turned back to her cooking as the fire cracked so loud it made her jump. Why was she acting like this? Mitsuri loved a lot of people, she obviously meant a friendly, platonic kind of love and now she had just made it even more awkward!

But then (Y/n) jolted again when Mitsuri’s strong arms wrapped around her middle and her chin rested against her shoulder. The Hashira hummed an affirmative as she slowly began to rock them side to side. Between the heat of the low fire and the heat of Mitsuri’s front pressed against her back, (Y/n) was sure she was going to pass out.

“Please (Y/n), live with me?” Mitsuri asked softly. She kissed (Y/n)’s jaw as she moved.

“?!??!!” (Y/n) short circuited, lost in Mitsuri’s softness. Mitsuri merely giggled and rested another to (Y/n)’s cheek, then her ear, her temple, until—

“Oh dear!” Mitsuri gasped as (Y/n) fell limp in her arms. “(Y/n), are you alright? Are you sick? Why didn’t you say something? You shouldn’t be up!”

“I, I’m not sick,” (Y/n) mumbled, smoke rolling off of her like a steam boat, “It’s just a lot of touching that I’m not really used to yet.”

“Oh! Should I stop?”

“Gods no.” (Y/n) sighed and gripped onto Mitsuri’s haori so she couldn’t back away.

Mitsuri beamed brightly before resting a kiss over (Y/n)’s forehead and rubbed her back. “Come with me?” She asked again.

“I’d follow you to the bottom of the ocean if you asked.” (Y/n)’s eyes slipped shut as she enjoyed Mitsuri’s scattered kisses.

“Great! I can’t wait for you to meet all my friends! Iguro-san and Kabumaru will love you, Kyoujirou-san too! He’ll love your cooking. Just watch out for Shinobu though, she’s flirty.”

“Okay, I’ll stay vigilant.” (Y/n) laughed.

“Good girl,” Mitsuri nodded, “now let’s pack up all that you hold dear. We should be able to make it to my estate by dinner.”

“Yes, ma’am.” (Y/n) nodded excitedly in return. She took the little pail of water from the floor and doused the low flame, “maybe you’d like lunch first though? I’d hate for it to go to waste.”

“Yes! Lunch first and then the beginning of the rest of our lives!” Mitsuri amended, skipping over to the meal (Y/n) had prepared.

As they are together (Y/n) couldn’t help but grin. Mitsuri was right, food really did taste better when sharing it with people you love. The kisses and nuzzles throughout the meal didn’t hurt either.

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Succession Chapter 2

Here is Chapter 2! I hope y'all like it!

Title: Succession Chapter 2

Characters: female reader, Karl Heisenberg, Salvatore Moreau, lycans, mentions of OC

Rating: PG-13 for images of gore, scenes of terror, possible kidnapping trigger warnings

Summary: You discover a long lost relative from Moldova has died and you are his sole beneficiary. You are on board a plane to collect your inheritance when your plane crashes in a village in Romania.

Author’s Notes: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village. This is a work of fiction. Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

It’s unusual how your senses come back to you when you regain consciousness after a trauma. You couldn’t see at first or maybe it was that your hearing arrived before you opened your eyes. It felt as if a pair of sound cancelling headphones were slowly pulled from your ears. Then followed your sense of touch. Blistering cold hit your skin and seemed to seep in and nestle into your bones. It felt sharp and painful against your cheek as if someone were drawing a scalpel across your flesh. Pain surged to the forefront and with that, you finally opened your eyes.

It was dark inside the cabin of the plane, the only light being the natural light shining through the damage to the hull. The window next to you was shattered and you felt cuts along your arm. The seatbelt had you secured to your seat and it was cutting into your stomach, adding to the all-over pain in your body. The air mask was still secure over your mouth. Lifting your hand shakily to remove the mask, you took in your surroundings.

The wind whipping outside the plane was the only thing you could hear. You listened for the voices of any passengers, whether they be whispers, cries, or shouts for help. It was as quiet as a tomb.

“Br-Bruce?” you whispered, looking towards his seat. The darkened plane made you strain your eyes in order to see him. His body was slumped away from you, his bottom half held still by his seat belt. You slowly reached for him and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards you. His body slid against his seat before slumping towards you. His eyes were open. The air mask was over his mouth. You pulled the mask from his head to see if he was breathing. His mouth hung open. He was dead.

“Oh god…” you whimpered, your body beginning to shake. He was the only person you knew on this flight. You didn’t know what to do or who to call out for. “Hello?” you croaked as you lifted your head to look over the seat before you. Your throat was scratchy and sore from the cold air. “Can anyone hear me? Help!!” You were met with silence.

Surely someone had to be alive. You couldn’t be the sole survivor in this crash. Reaching down for the clasp of the seatbelt, you pressed the button and released yourself. You took one last look at Bruce’s lifeless body as you crawled over him and into the aisle. “I’m sorry,” you whispered to him, running your hand over the top of his head.

The plane was a mangled mess, suitcases and bags strewn everywhere from the impact. Bodies were in the aisle and tossed across seats and hanging over the armrests. “Is anyone alive?” you asked in a raised voice.

You stepped over bodies and suitcases, holding on to the seats on either side of you. The wind from outside blew into the cabin, blowing your hair around your face. You were freezing and quaking from the cold. The clothing you were wearing was not enough to keep you warm. Thankfully, you remembered the flight attendants taking coats at the beginning of the flight and placing them in a small closet towards the front of the plane. Finding the closet, you pried it open, finding the heaviest coat inside, and put it on.

Making your way towards an area that had been split open from the crash, you continued looking around for survivors. You listened closely for any voices, hoping and praying that someone else had survived.

Panic began to set in once you exited the plane. Snow coated the ground. Trees stood gangly and devoid of leaves. The clouds above were thick and vast, hiding any trace of sunlight. You looked around for houses or buildings...for any signs of life.

You trudged around the debris, searching for a path or road that could lead to civilization. The village that you had seen from the plane couldn’t be far from where the plane had crashed. Maybe you could knock on doors and use someone’s phone to call for help. Or the black box...every plane had a black box. Surely someone had been notified that the plane went down or where it disappeared from radar.

You continued walking around the plane, looking high and low for anything. The snow crushed under your shoes. You slipped and fell a few times from icy patches under the snow. Pulling the coat tighter around you, you shoved your hands into the pockets, rubbing your body to keep them warm.

As you were coming back around to where you had exited the plane, a noise came from inside. Suitcases rustled and fell over and you heard an audible grunt. Oh thank god, you thought, someone is alive! Perhaps someone finally regained consciousness and is trying to get out and get help. You ran around the plane and peered inside.

A man was hunched over a body, his clothing tattered and torn. He was pressing on the person’s chest, shaking the body, perhaps trying to perform CPR.

“Hey!” you called out to the man, your voice filled with hope and relief that you were not the only person that survived. The man stopped and slowly turned towards you.

What looked back at you was not the face of a survivor...or that of a human being. Tousled hair laid in a tangled heap on its head. The lips pulled back showing a row of jagged teeth. The eyes were devoid of anything that could be described as a soul. You listened as a low growl slipped from its mouth. Its mouth and hands were covered in blood and only then did it dawn on you that it was not performing CPR...it was feasting on the body.

“What the fuck?!?” you yelped, falling backwards in the snow. You scrambled away as the thing crawled from inside of the plane, advancing towards you. It let out a loud bark and a snarl, its eyes absolutely feral.

You jumped to your feet, turning to retreat and let out a loud scream. Two other things just like the one behind you blocked your escape. They were equally as terrifying...eyes, claws, fangs, and tattered clothing. What the hell were they??

You broke off to your right and ran towards the trees, hoping to lose them in the forest. A loud howl sounded from one of them and the other two snarled deep in their throats. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you ran as fast as your legs could take you. Adrenaline pumped throughout your body. You did not risk looking behind you for fear that it would hinder your escape.

The sound of their feet running in the sloshy snow began to increase and you knew they were getting closer. Oh god, oh god, they’re gonna kill me!

You saw a flash of something from the corner of your eye before feeling a large form shove into you and send you flying into a hill of snow. Rolling onto your back, you looked as a fourth monster stood before you, drool dripping from its teeth. It wrapped its hand around the tree next to it and stared you down.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!!” you yelled. The other three that had been chasing you joined up with the fourth and you knew that you were no match for all of them. Your heart beat wildly and you were frozen with fear, not knowing when they were going to pounce. One of them lunged forward, its hand gripping your ankle. As it leered over you, it let out a howl...and you screamed.

“Stop!” a voice sounded from behind the beasts. All four creatures stopped and turned towards the voice, standing straight and obedient. They parted and allowed the person to approach.

Person...the thing that approached you was not a person, but also was not like the feral animals that had been chasing you. Your eyes went wide and your mouth dropped open as a hunchbacked figure started hobbling towards you and the creatures. A large black cloak covered its body. As it came closer, you noticed long, thin arms...a humped back with a rippled form...and thin legs that ambled slowly towards you. The creatures watched the thing walk past them and closer to you. The face was grotesque, jagged teeth sticking out from under gray lips. The skin was pale and appeared sickly. An intense odor of fish and sweat formed around it. You had to breathe through your mouth to keep from gagging.

“Are y-you okay?” the thing asked, hobbling closer to you. Panic and adrenaline still surged in your body and you crawled backwards to keep distance between the two of you. He noticed and stopped, slowly lifting his hands in front of him. “Don’t be sc-scared,” the thing stammered, “I won’t hu-hurt you. And the lycans...won’t hurt...you ei-either.”

You looked back at the four monsters that stood behind the hunchback. They stood still, snarling and breathing heavily. The wind rustled the hair on their heads. The thing before you took another step forward and held out his hand. “My name...is...Salvatore Moreau,” he said, beckoning you to take his hand.

You stood on your own, falling backwards a few steps in order to keep your distance. Moreau whimpered and bent forward, taking a step back in order to respect your boundaries. “I won’t touch...you...I don’t...w-want you to be...afraid of m-me…”

His words made you lessen your defenses a bit. He looked like a monster just like the wolf-like creatures behind him, but none of them advanced on you or tried to harm you. You finally found your voice.

“I was in a plane crash,” you murmured, unsure of what to do next, “I don’t think anyone else is alive…”

Moreau looked back towards the wreckage and then over at the things behind him. Upon seeing one of them covered in fresh blood, he turned back towards you. “My lycans...sm-smelled fresh blood...they always run...towards...fre-fresh blood…”

You winced at the man’s deformed figure and his stuttered ramblings. Who were these things? Where the fuck were you?

“Can you help me?” you asked warily, taking a step towards him, “is there a phone? Can we call for help?”

Moreau bent forward in a coughing fit and retched. Green vomit gushed from his mouth and into the white snow. Steam rose from the vomit and you couldn’t stop yourself from gagging and putting your hand over your mouth. He heaved a few more times before looking back at you. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, “the fish...and my body...they don’t get a-along…”

What the fuck is going on, you thought. Was this an area that had fallen victim to radiation or poisoning in the water system? You tried to calculate in your mind how far away you were from Chernobyl...maybe what was going on here was similar to what went on there all those years ago.

“The only...ph-phone is at Alcina’s castle…” Moreau continued.

The castle?! The castle that you saw from overhead?! This was perfect! Maybe you could call for help and find your way to the embassy in this country and let them know that you were on a plane to Moldova. Surely the airline will wonder why their plane did not touch down at its destination and come looking for survivors.

“Can you take me to the castle, Mr. Moreau?” you asked, the first ounce of hope shining through.

“What the fuck is going on over here?!?!?!”

A gruff voice sounded from behind the lycans and all of you turned towards the sound. You watched as a man trudged through the snow, making his way over to the motley crew. He wore a black wide brimmed hat and a long brown trench coat with a tan shirt and brown pants underneath. A massive hammer sat across his shoulder with one hand gripping the long handle. The man’s gaze went from each lycan to Moreau...and finally resting on you.

“Well...who do we have here?” the man asked, pushing his way past Moreau. Upon closer inspection you saw that the man wore a pair of rounded lens sunglasses. You heard the clang of metal hanging around his neck as he moved closer. An amused smile spread across his mouth. You cleared your throat audibly.

“My name is Y/N and I was on the plane that crashed a few yards that way,” you murmured, pointing back towards the wreckage. Despite not being able to see his eyes from behind his sunglasses, you could feel his gaze. It was piercing, searching...as if he could see deep inside of you. It was equal parts unnerving and exhilarating, although you couldn’t pinpoint exactly why.

“Is that so?” the man asked, swinging his hammer around and setting it down in the snow. He stepped in front of you, holding out his hand. You kept your gaze on his face as you placed your hand in his. “My name is Karl Heisenberg,” he greeted, lifting your hand and pressing a kiss on the back of it. You shivered at his kiss, not knowing what came over you. It felt as if electrical charges flowed from his lips and down your skin, making your flesh erupt in goose bumps.

“Poor little pussycat,” Heisenberg remarked, looking you up and down, “the wreckage looks unbelievable. You must be positively traumatized…”

You nodded your head and lowered your hand back to your side. A gust of wind shook you to your core and you tightened the coat around yourself. “Umm...yes...Mr. Moreau here was telling me that there was a phone nearby...we could call for help…”

Heisenberg slowly turned his gaze back towards Moreau. You looked past him and saw that the deformed man cowered under Heisenberg’s gaze, taking a step backwards as if contemplating fleeing. Heisenberg turned back to you and flashed you a reassuring smile.

“Of course, my dear,” Heisenberg said, reaching to pick up his hammer, “come with me and we will surely find aid and assistance in the village…”

“We could ask Mother…” Moreau began, taking a step towards you and Heisenberg.

“Shut up, you freak!” Heisenberg snapped at Moreau. Your jaw dropped as you looked between the two men. Moreau bowed his head and retreated a few steps. You felt sorry for the poor man as you looked up at Karl Heisenberg and started to feel disdain for the man. Moreau was about to offer advice and was met with hostility. The poor man was not pleasant to look at, sure, but from what you could tell, he was harmless and seemed sincere and ready to help. You would sooner ask for Moreau’s help than Heisenberg’s help at that point.

“Thank you, Mr. Heisenberg,” you began, “but Moreau was telling me of a phone in a castle not far from here that I could use…” But as you were about to continue, Heisenberg held his hand up to silence you.

“Forgive me for my brash tone,” Heisenberg interrupted, “but my brother here does not know what he is talking about. Please, if you would accompany me to my factory, I have a working telephone there that you can use…”

You felt a growing sliver of fear in the pit of your stomach. The man before you was charismatic and confident, but there was something off about him.

“I think I’ll follow Moreau…” you murmured, moving around Heisenberg to go to Moreau. A sudden movement and Heisenberg’s gloved hand wrapped around your arm, stopping your retreat.

“Oh, no, ma’am...I insist you come with me…” Heisenberg growled.

You tried to pull your arm from his grasp, but his fingers only tightened. His grip began to hurt. “Let go of me,” you said, trying to pull away. He jerked your body closer to him as he looked down into your frightened face.

“There is no use arguing or putting up a fight, pussycat,” Heisenberg leered, “you’re coming with me…” And with that, he released your arm and swiftly wrapped his arm around your waist, hauling you against him, and walked back from where he came.

“MOREAU!” you screamed as Heisenberg marched away with you in tow. Heisenberg turned towards the man and shot him a murderous glare. “You keep your mouth shut about this…” he spat at Moreau, “...not a fucking word or I’ll kill you…” The hunchback only nodded and bowed his head.

“STOP! LET GO!! MOREAU!” you shouted, wriggling against Heisenberg’s grip on your waist. The feeble man only stood there helpless, looking down at the snow. His lycans began their retreat, disappearing into the forest.

“I’m sorry,” you heard Moreau whimper as Heisenberg dragged you off.

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Hello, idk if you’ll see this, nor do you have to take this request. But I’ve been thinking, and thought up: Dream joined the egg, but not because it offered him world domination or a happy family or any of that; no it offered to treat him kindly, to be affectionate, to be a friend, basically offering him human decency. (With an add on of everyone believing it was for some big reason, but the actual reason gets revealed somehow) if that made any sense. (Idk if this counts as an au or not)

[ask: if dream showed up to the red banquet, that would be very sexy of the writers to make him join the eggpire instead of the pro-omlette]

hehe egg!dream has so much potential ,, this is a ficlet i’ve been working on for a while (writer’s block my detested) but i finally finished it up !! it’s a bit unpolished but oh well - they cant all be winners lmao

tw: body horror, blood, injuries, implied torture/abuse, starvation, possession, dark/disturbing imagery, dark content, pandora’s vault/prison arc

Dream gets corrupted by the Egg, because of course he does.

Sapnap trudges through the vine-filled hallway, his face bundled firmly with a holy-water soaked bandana to keep out the worst of the spores. It’s a shoddy defense, but he doesn’t plan to stay long; he’s only been sent on reconnaissance, to see what public enemy number one is planning and get out as quickly as he can. As much as the entire server wants Dream dead, trying to defeat the man the first time was enough of a feat, never mind with the power of a giant demon egg on his side - to try and fight him now would be practically impossible.

The floor squishes underneath his boots, and his lips curl in disgust; the vines are thick and moist and feel ugly and rotten to the core. He can’t imagine anyone being anything but repulsed by the things, but he guesses it makes sense for Dream to be drawn here - corruption attracts corruption, it seems. It only figures that Dream would be desperate enough for power to let himself get possessed by the living - if you could really call it living - embodiment of decay and deterioration itself. The feeling of the floor giving way underneath his footsteps has another wave of revulsion crawling up his throat, though he’s not sure if it’s directed towards the Egg or his former friend or both.

He reaches the end of the hallway, an itching, pulsing feeling of wrong filling the air in the room just beyond the haphazard archway carved into the stone. With careful hands, Sapnap draws the bandana further up his face, making sure that it is tied securely behind his head - just beyond this wall lies the belly of the beast, the heart of the rot slowly but surely spreading its influence over the entire server. Something hums in the air; whispering, otherworldly sounds pierce through his armor and settle beneath his skin; he pushes on. He knows better than to listen, to try and make sense of the words within the noise - from what he’s heard, by the time you understand what it is saying, it’s too late.

He steps inside; the room feels, for the lack of a better word, red. He’s better suited for the place than most, being a Netherborn and therefore more used to the oppressive heat and heaviness of the air, but there’s something undeniably wrong about how this place feels, something entirely Other having made its home in the room. Every inch of the place feels hostile, angry, hungry, recognizing him as someone foreign and wanting nothing more than his destruction. Unlike the Red Forests, which teemed with life - piglins and hoglins and giant fungus - this room is little more than a twisted mimicry, sucking the air dry, leaving little more than husks behind.

His hand immediately goes to his sword, drawing it with a dull, metallic scrape. The room is eerily silent save for the Egg’s hissing whispers, and he frowns; he’d expected an attack, but the room is still, quiet; a mockery of peace that only makes the uneasy feeling in his gut grow further. He trudges forward, watching against the puddles of lava and smoking magma scattered over the floor, but nothing stirs.

There’s a growing pressure against his skull with each step into the room, and his hand tightens on his communicator; they’d set up a stasis chamber, just in case things went south, his way out of this place only a few button presses away. Still, nothing moves; no Bad or Ant popping out of nowhere, weapons in hand, no Dream driving an axe between his shoulder blades as he’s done so many times before in their spars. There’s only the sound of his footsteps against the rotting growths on the floor and his own heartbeat thudding in his ears and the Egg’s warbling voice, beneath it all - beckoning, almost kind.

He swallows, throat dry, and moves forward.

His feet carry him to the back corner of the room, to the rotting, pulsing core of the wrongness plaguing the entire server. Even through his bandana, the air feels foreign, nearly choking him, and he strains his eyes against the glare of the lava to look up at the vines’ rancid heart, the Egg. Up close, it’s almost underwhelming, only about three times his height, hardly coming halfway up to the ceiling of the room. What it doesn’t have in size, however, it makes up in sheer presence; the hissing whispers in his head grow louder, crawling under his skin and between his bones, and he curses under his breath as he prepares to call for his way back. Dream isn’t here; the mission is a bust.

“Sapnap?”

He freezes.

It takes a moment to realize that the voice wasn’t in his head, as raspy and unsettling as it was, and his eyes traced the edges of the Egg to a dull colored shape at its side, completely overlooked in his initial sweep of the room. He watches, a dull horror rising in his chest, as the shape moves, twists around on itself in an entirely unnatural way like a marionette pulled by its strings. A pale dot rises from where it had been hidden against the bright red of the Egg; it’s a face, Dream’s face, covered in clawing vines, stark against the bone-white of his sun-starved skin, vomit racing up his throat at the sight of the vines having made their homes in jagged wounds all over his face and neck and disappearing into the torn scraps of his prison uniform, each one spilling crimson in the form of writhing vines and thorns instead of blood.

“Sapnap,” Dream says again, his mouth moving with the words but something entirely other having made its home in the air of his lungs, a shivering rasp to his voice that lifts and falls with the same desperate hunger that saturates every tainted inch of the room. His neck tips to the side, shifted over by a twisting vine tangled within his hair and wrapping a crown of blood-red thorns over his forehead, tendrils drooping over his face and framing the gaunt edges. “You came.”

“Dream-” the anger comes back, familiar, at the other’s words - the same red-hot rage that had boiled within him in that first and only prison visit (you took so long) but it dissipates as fast as it comes. Dream - if this remnant, this shade, this corrupted, mangled half that seems more corruption than human can even be called the name of one he had once considered his best friend, his brother - stumbles closer, held up by the vines that twist over his shaking legs, one having the pale, ragged edge of a bone clearly having ripped through skin - and Sapnap does throw up, this time, dragging the bandana from his face and heaving bile all over the floor.

“What happened-” he cries, flames licking up his arms in defense when his friend-turned-monster-turned-this steps closer on a wreck of a leg that should not be able to bear weight, stumbles back to a roaring in his ears-

He is mine he came broken came shattered and I gave him everything I gave him his heart’s desire I am his savior his grace he asked for warmth and he asked for comfort and he asked for nothing but for someone to take his pain and he is mine he is mine he is mine

He freezes, hand tightening over his communicator; Dream stares at him with the one dull-green eye not covered by the vines splayed over his too-pale face, mouth moving but no sound coming out. The roaring, angry sound in Sapnap’s ears grows louder, follows the shape of Dream’s lips come join your friend come with me I will give him to you you have failed him once but not again not again he is mine but you can be mine also and you will be together together together

“-pnap! Sapnap!” Puffy’s words crackle over the communicator, harsh and loud and snapping him out of his thoughts, “Pull the switch, Sam! No, he’s not responding- pull the switch-”

The world dips, and he heaves in a shattered breath, lungs finally full as he breathes in clear air for the first time in what feels like an eternity, hacking coughs pulled from his throat as he tears the bandana off in one sputtering gasp for breath.

“Sap- Sapnap,” Sam pitches his voice low, comforting, a hand rubbing up and down his back, but all Sapnap can see is the skeleton of a man held together by red thread, the life leached from his skin and leaving nothing left, he asked for nothing but for someone to take the pain and he is mine he is mine he is mine-

“Sapnap,” Puffy’s voice is tinny with concern, “What happened? You stopped responding and the time passed so we pulled the switch on the stasis chamber- are you alright? Did he attack you?”

“I-” -you have failed him once but not again not again you will be together- “I need a moment.”

He scrambles away, feet carrying him away from Church Prime, away from the Holy Land, away away away until he’s standing on the Community House roof, staring at his hands at this home, destroyed, this home, rebuilt, this home, empty and wrong and a shadow of house for a shadow of a man, a shadow of a friend found, a friend lost- and sobs.

What had he done?

#tw body horror #tw blood #tw torture #tw abuse #tw starvation #tw possession #tw dark imagery #tw disturbing imagery #tw dark content #prison arc #pandora's vault #queue <3 #long post #my writing :D #my asks !!

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