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Hobbies Part 5.

~Azriel X Reader~

Summary: In an attempt to keep Azriel away from Elain, Rhys sends him on a sabbatical to the Day Court. With a lot more free time on his hands Azriel needs to find something to keep him occupied. Unfortunately he meets Y/N who has the annoying habit of not staying away. Can she teach him that there’s more to life than he thought?

Grumpy!Azriel X Sunshine!Reader

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Warnings: Lots of fluff. Tiny bit of angst (I can’t even tell at this point). Very vague references to sex. Cliffhanger (Whoopsies)

Five hours later, once Azriel had planned out the date and bathed the sticky multicoloured icing from his skin, he had begun pacing his flat in anticipation of Y/N’s arrival. Shadows swirling around him, sensing their masters spiked anxiety. Should he have offered to pick her up from her own place? Does she even know this is a date? He had asked her to go out but he had never explicitly said the word date.

He was sweating profusely under the black dress shirt he had adorned for the occasion, glad he had one packed. Azriel had been with plenty of women over the years but taking one on a date? This would be the first.

It was only after she had left his flat that he realised he had never even given her a definite time to meet, just a vague promise of seeing her later. Azriel blames Y/N for this lack of communication, planting the kiss on his cheek and leaving him speechless.

So here had been for the last hour, moon now high in the sky, waiting for her to arrive. Having far too much time to overthink about everything that could go wrong. He had to stop himself from anxiously walking over to the mirror in his bathroom for a sixth time to make sure his hair was in place and question whether he should wear other clothes than all black, not wanting to look like death personified next to Y/N’s radiant self. No, he would stick with what he was comfortable with, Y/N wasn’t one to judge. That and Azriel didn’t own anything other than black clothes and he was sure if he ran to the shop now he would miss Y/N.

Finally, a soft knock at his door broke his pacing. His shadows all flew to the door whispering in excitement, waiting for it to be opened so they could be blessed by her presence. Straightening the collar of his shirt, Azriel took in a deep breath. He wasn’t going to let his fluctuating attitudes ruin tonight. He would allow himself to have fun.

He grabbed the handle of the door, looking up to the ceiling and praying to the Mother that tonight would run smoothly, and slowly pulled it open.

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If Azriel was the personification of death, Y/N must have been that of life. As she stood there in his entryway, mouth slightly open as her eyes drifted over Azriel’s form, he couldn’t help but think that everything in his life just felt like it now made sense.

He looked from her dress, a soft pink which Azriel thought complimented her oh so beautifully, the entirety of which was patterned with hand embroidered flowers of a deeper shade of pink, and forced his gaze to move to her face where a nervous smile was resting.

“You look…wow” he finally spoke, gulping as he took in the sight of her. A rosy blush that matched her dress crossed her face, “Thank you. You clean up nicely too”. A matching tint formed on his own cheeks.

“So what’s the plan?” She asked curiously, looking up into his eyes which were still trailing the length of her body.

“Uh well I realised I don’t actually know anywhere nice to eat in this Court so I’ve kind of planned something else” Azriel tried to keep it vague, hoping to keep the true plan somewhat of a surprise.

“Sounds perfect! Lead the way!” She grinned, before stepping to the side to allow Azriel and his wings to fit through the doorway. Before he could even step out, his shadows rushed towards Y/N twirling around the skirt of her dress. Fearful that his shadows would scare her, Azriel went to angrily call them back. But he was stopped in his tracks by a melodic laugh slipping from her lips as she began to spin round with them as if they were dancing.

It was at this point Azriel made the decision to not stand there stunned like he usually does in situations where Y/N makes his heart pound and he doesn’t know what to do. Instead, trying to find some semblance of confidence, he reaches out to take Y/N’s hand which was outstretched for balance as she spun. He grabbed it in his own scarred one, and raised them together, allowing her to twirl underneath him, shadows in tow.

Their surroundings forgotten, this little dance continued for a few minutes, smiles on their faces as they were absorbed into the moment. Spinning and moving together fluidly. Wanting to feel her even closer, Azriel reached out his other hand hoping to come into contact with her waist, only to be interrupted by a squeak from the end of the corridor which caused him to draw his hand back.

His head snapped towards the sound, eyes viciously landing on the neighbour who earlier that day had witnessed him standing there in his frilly yellow apron. A low growl came from Azriel’s throat as the neighbour awkwardly rushed forward to pass them in the corridor, Y/N’s hand leaving his to make space for the neighbour to get past with a high pitched “sorry” coming from them as they sped round to the other stairway.

Azriel’s shadows had stopped dancing, electing to disappear during the awkward moment. The moment was gone much to Azriel’s disappointment, the embarrassment of being caught creeping up his spine was testament to that.

Noticing his red ears, Y/N placed a calming hand onto his chest, which of course made them even redder. “Come on! I’m excited to see what you’ve planned!” Of course Y/N wouldn’t be phased after being caught dancing in the corridor.

“Yeah” Azriel sighs, dejected. Annoyed at the lack of control he had over his body prior to being caught, and so when the pair walked out of the building he made sure to leave some space between them, not wanting to do anything else rash that would undoubtedly lead to further embarrassment.

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Azriel led the way, walking towards the location of the date. He wanted to talk, but after what had transpired outside the flat he was afraid to and so he had to put up with walking in silence. Y/N clearly wasn’t bothered as she hummed happily, either having not noticed the arm length of space between them or choosing not to comment on it.

Azriel was kicking himself, he was on a date with a beautiful woman and he couldn’t bring himself to find the words to speak. He wished he had his brothers with him. Cassian would have prepared him for the date, he would have made sure his friend was filled with confidence and prepped lots of things for Azriel to talk about. Rhysand would have fussed over his clothing and given him tips on how to flirt, how to complement a woman and make her blush until her knees wobble.

Yet his family had abandoned him here. But now weeks later after the fact, Azriel couldn’t help but feel grateful for the events that had transpired otherwise he would have never met Y/N.

Y/N who was walking next to him, eyes full of love and admiration as if she was taking in the moonlit surroundings for the first time even though she undoubtably walked these streets daily as she headed to and from work.

On and on they walked, Y/N’s humming being the one thing that kept Azriel earthed, preventing him from freaking out and flying off in fear that he couldn’t do this right. Fear that he didn’t know how to act on a date. Until finally they approached the garden Azriel had found during one of his nightly flights around the city.

Azriel had originally landed in this hidden piece of paradise because he was searching for a little trace of Elain, a reminder of what he was missing out on from being away from home. Only once he had entered the gates to be greeted by garishly bright sunflowers his thoughts were only on Y/N.

He had spent hours walking around the garden on the first night he had discovered it, appreciating the hundreds of plants and flowers that grew inside of the gates. It was only after his third visit here during his nightly outings that he pictured Y/N here with him, walking along the trailing path, smiling up at him as she smelt the flowers, admiring their beauty as he admired her. It only made sense to Azriel that he had to bring her here. See if Y/N reacted to it in the same way she did in his dreams.

Her reaction did not disappoint. Azriel held open the gate for her, allowing Y/N to enter with a gasp upon her lips.

“Oh Azriel it’s beautiful! However did you find this?” Y/N was whispering, her awe at where she was overwhelming. Azriel silently watched on as tears filled her eyes, trying to cement this moment into his mind forever. Y/N in her pretty pink dress, standing in the garden.

It was only after he was certain the picture of Y/N, surrounded by flowers as beautiful as she was, was permanently fixed into his brain did Azriel then allow himself to talk. “There’s more” Azriel too spoke in a quiet whisper, afraid of interrupting the perfect moment that was occurring.

Y/N’s eyes which were filled with an emotion Azriel couldn’t place, looked to his expectantly. Gently, Azriel placed his scarred hand onto her back and led her through the garden, allowing her to stop whenever she wanted to appreciate a flower she found particularly beautiful. Until finally the plants broke away, revealing a clearing in the middle of the garden where Azriel had set up a blanket, jars of faelight holding it down and twinkling under the light of the moon. A wicker basket was placed on top, filled with goods he had bought from the market earlier in the day.

“Oh Azriel!” Y/N cried out, taking a step towards the picnic. His hand moved from the small of her back, tentatively grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the blanket to sit down.

“I know it’s not fancy, I should have probably taken you for a meal out. And don’t worry I didn’t do any of the baking, wouldn’t want to poison you again.”

Y/N didn’t even laugh at Azriel’s joke, she just threw herself over the basket on the ground and latched her arms around his neck, pulling him in tightly for a hug. It took three deep breaths before Azriel responded, wrapping one arm around Y/N’s body which was pressed against his, whilst using the other hand to brush the hair that had fallen from behind her ear back.

She pulled away, wincing in pain from the basket that had been digging into her stomach. “It couldn’t be more perfect Az” she smiled, resting her hand over his.

The two ate the food Azriel had bought, making light conversation about the garden they were sitting in and the food they were consuming. Until finally, stomachs full, they both laid back onto the blanket in order to gaze at the stars shining above them.

“What’s it like? In the night Court I mean” Y/N shyly asked, as if afraid of talking about the spymasters home might set him off.

Azriel felt no spike of anger as she mentioned his home court. In fact he didn’t even feel the painful longing he usually did at the thought of it, wanting to be nowhere else but in the present with Y/N.

“It depends where you are. The Illyrian camps are no paradise. But there’s some places…a city that is so magnificent it still takes my breath away every time I see it. That’s where I live. Sometimes I spend hours flying above it and no matter how many times I do I always see something new.” Azriel said whilst closing his eyes, allowing himself to picture it.

“Ah Velaris, the secret city,” Y/N teased, causing Azriel’s eyes to snap open as he sat up and looked at her in shock, “Helion’s a talker” she shrugged as if it was common knowledge.

Azriel laughed and settled back down, head resting onto his hands behind his head, gaze once more returning to the stars. “I’ll take you one day” he confirmed, wanting nothing more than to share his home with Y/N.

He didn’t have to look at her to know she was smiling as she replied, “I’d like that.”

“Maybe you could make a dress just for the Night Court” Azriel mused, imagining what Y/N would look like in all black before deciding he wasn’t sure if he would want to see her with her colour taken away.

“I’d make you a matching tunic so we could wear them together, only I’m not too sure how to make clothes for Illyrains.” Y/N brushed his wing lightly with a finger as she said this, causing Azriel to stiffen as they twitched responsively.

Obviously he didn’t expect Y/N to know about the sensitivity of an Illyrians wings so he did his best to calm himself, nervously stuttering, “yeah the wings are really something.”

“It must be the best feeling ever, flying.” She said wistfully, staring at the night sky as if imagining she was up there. “I can think of some better feelings…but yeah it’s definitely up there” Azriel spoke, turning his head to admire Y/N. The moonlight making her skin shimmer.

“If I were born with wings I’d travel the whole world. I would see everything Prythian has to offer.”

Azriel wanted to burst her bubble, tell her most of Prythian wasn’t even worth visiting. Yet he held his tongue, not wanting to dampen her dreams. Instead he encouraged them, “where would you fly to first?”

“To Velaris,” she said, finally turning her head to meet his eyes, “I’d have to pick you up first before we go.” Her hand creeped over to Azriel’s which was laying on the blanket before entwining their fingers. “I have a big wingspan, what makes you think you’d be able to keep up?” Azriel warned, smirk on his face. “I think you’d wait for me” Y/N said knowingly, matching smirk on hers. “I’d wait forever for you if I had to” Azriel squeezed her hand as he said this.

“Just you and me and the whole world to explore. Sounds like a good dream.” Y/N smiled sadly, no doubt referring to the fact she didn’t have wings like Azriel’s and reminding him their planning was all based on fiction.

Adamant he didn’t want to see her sad, Azriel shot up onto his feet, hand held out to Y/N to pull her up, “Come on!” He ordered.

Y/N sat up on the blanket, eyebrows creased in confusion, “What?”

“Come on!” He pressed, pushing his outstretched arm even closer to her impatiently, “We’re going flying.”

Y/N released a sound of disbelief, grabbing onto his hand and jumping up from the ground excitedly, “Brilliant! So how do we do this?” She asked, referring to how she would be carried.

Azriel’s eyes widened slightly, “uh well it would probably be easier if I just…” and with that he grabbed her and swept her into his arms, one going behind her back for support and the other holding up her legs.

Giggling in anticipation for the flight, Y/N once more ran her fingers down Azriel’s wings in admiration as he spread them wide and shook them ready for flight. He flinched abruptly, almost dropping her in shock before he stuttered, “It’s probably best you stop touching them or I don’t think we’ll ever get round to flying.”

This time instead of just her cheeks flaring red, her entire face flushed, clearly now understanding the implications of touching an Illyrians wings. Finding himself liking her response, Azriel bravely sent her a wink before shooting into the sky. Y/N’s arms flying around his neck and face pressing into his shoulder with a squeal at the speed he had launched from.

Azriel steadied out once high enough in the air, but Y/N still kept her face tucked into his neck in fear. “You can look now” he teased, urging her to lift her head but all he felt was the firm shaking of it against his shoulder so he continued, “We can’t go flying the world together if you won’t look at it? You won’t see much like this.”

That got her attention, Y/N’s head raising, but her eyes didn’t take in the view. Instead they found their home on Azriel’s face. “But I don’t have wings” she pouted up at him.

“But I do” he said with a laugh, batting his wings a little harder so they blew her hair into her face playfully.

“You mean it?” She asked in disbelief that he’d be willing to carry her just so she could see the world.

“Only if you take a look” he whispered into her ear, daring her to break eye contact and take in the view. And so she did and Azriel couldn’t have been more in love than he was in that moment.

Y/N beamed as she looked down on the city. “Look you can see the palace!” She pointed out the large building that towered over the rest of the city, “and my house! This is amazing!”

Azriel didn’t move his gaze to take in any of the sites, instead it stayed locked on Y/N as he replied, “yeah it is.”

“I’m going to want you to fly my everywhere!” She cheered excitedly.

“Wherever you need” Azriel replied, taking his focus off of where he was flying so he could rest his head against hers while she sat happily in his arms, “I would never put you down if you asked me not to.”

Azriel could see the struggle it took for Y/N to pull her eyes from the stunning sight of the twinkling city at night but she managed to, turning to Azriel and shifting slightly in his arms to face him better.

“And if I asked you to hold me forever?”

“Then nothing, no one, would stop me from holding you until the day the Mother takes me.”

Y/N released a small strangled cry at Azriel’s words before she leaned forward in his arms to softly place her lips onto his. Responsive, Azriel meets her halfway, their lips moving together in a passionate dance. Y/N went to deepen the kiss, drawing her tongue languidly against Azriel’s lower lip and in his surprise at her need to take control he completely forgot the two were in the air, relying on the beat of his wings to keep them afloat.

And so they fell.

Y/N releasing a scream as their lips tore apart and Azriel struggled to regain his grip on her flailing body as he turned his attention back to flying. Once she was secure in his arms one more he spread his wings out wide to level out, stopping their freefall.

Y/N panting slightly as her adrenaline at being dropped slowly evaporated, bravely placed her lips near Azriel’s until they brushed before pulling away as he eagerly tried to meet them once more. She shakily spoke against them “I think we’re going to need a rule about kissing while flying.”

Barking out a laugh, Azriel agreed before asking her which direction her home was in. He held her even tighter as he flew in the direction Y/N had pointed in, not wanting to permanently scar her so she never wanted to fly with him again.

He landed as gentle as he could, pulling her closer against him to make her feel safer as he did so, before he carefully placed her back onto the ground, a large hand around her back to ensure she didn’t stumble as she regained her footing.

“I think it’s safe to say this has been the best birthday I’ve ever had.” She grinned up at him, her hand finding his once more.

Azriel opened his mouth to reply but was interjected by one of his shadows moving up to frantically whisper in his ear, causing a frown to adorn his face. In her euphoria Y/N failed to notice this, instead she led him by their interlocked hands towards her front door.

“Would you like to come in?” She asked, dropping his hand to unlock the door. He cursed under his breath at the untimely appearance of his shadow. “I’d love to really but I’m sorry, I best go home. It’s getting late after all” he had to force the words out, throat closing tightly to try and stop him from saying them.

Y/N’s smile stayed on her face, Azriel knew if she was disappointed she wouldn’t let it show.

“That’s alright”, she said perhaps a bit too overly happy, “you’re right it’s late. Besides, I have something fun planned for us tomorrow, I should get that ready.” Azriel released the breath he didn’t know he was holding at the fact she wanted to meet him tomorrow, Y/N mustn’t be too hurt.

“Oh yeah”, he smiled back at her, batting away the shadow that was still whispering in his ear, “what fun things have you got planned?”

“That’s for you to discover tomorrow” she chided before her lips came to meet his once more. Azriel kissed her back, deeply breathing in her vanilla scent and gripping her waist tightly to avoid his hands wandering elsewhere. His shadow, annoyingly still chittering away into his ear, causing him to reluctantly pull back from the kiss.

“Tomorrow” he huffed, disappointed he had to leave and couldn’t come inside as he wished.

“Tomorrow” she confirmed before retreating into her house for the night.

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Azriel was growling the whole flight home. His perfect night had been interrupted, he tried to brush away the thoughts of what could have happened if he had entered the house with Y/N. Best not to dwell on what he couldn’t have. He had tomorrow to make up for that.

Roughly landing outside his flat he stormed through the buildings corridor, where he had danced with Y/N, to his door, flinging it open in anger and stepping inside.

His shadows alerting him to the presence in the corner of the room.

“Hello brother,” Rhysand purred, “ready to go home?”

Part 6

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rafayelpochii · 3 months

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Warm Morning | Rafayel x FEM!Reader

"Now why do you sound like we should've done more than..that?"

- Rafayel

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Peaceful. What could be more better than this kind of sensation you're feeling at the moment. The moment you opened your eyes a while ago, the sight and the sound of waves breaking on the shore, the melodic sound of the birds letting out serene fluttering sounds met you that it surely brought a smile on your face.

You let out a small sigh

Rolling your body to the other side of the bed, you smiled once again. On your side was a sleeping Rafayel, no, scratch that– it was your beautiful boyfriend to be precise, a soft and warm sensation filled your chest, as if a certain teenager looking at their crushes in awe, you can't help but indulge every angle of the beautiful view infront of you. You extended your arms towards the sleeping figure of the picturesque male infront of you and placed your hand to his face gently.

Warm

That's what you instantly felt once you got to feel his soft skin.

Tug-dug Tug-dug

There it was again, not that you're mad how your heart reacts randomly for him, it's because sometimes you find yourself having a hard time controlling yourself– any moment you're afraid you'll explode, he was truly gonna be the death of you afterall. Just as you're about to retract your hand to calm yourself, you felt a heavy yet gentle hand grasp your wrist and placed it back where it had been a second ago. "You're awake.."

Rafayel only groaned as a response, eyes attempting to close back, his greyish purple locks barely covering his eyes and messed up– Oh God! how come this man is so visually gifted that sometimes you find himself more prettier than girls. You took a deep breath and slowly attempted to free your arms from his hold slowly- not wanting to disturb his slumber again.

Slowly, slowly, aaand

He hold you tighter

You bit your lip. "Uhm Rafayel?...my hand?" you tried to ask him, but seconds turns a minute and he haven't let go of you yet. It was your fault for placing it on his face in the first place anyway. You sighed, building up another courage to speak. "I...have to go to work you kn-"

"It's still too early, let me stay like this for a while.." he whined. He whined? well ofcourse he did, not that you don't like it when he did anyways, you find it adorable– too adorable to reject. Oh well.

You let out a deep breath. "Fine, at least let my poor hand go?". He slightly opened one of his eye, revealing his tantalizing orbs that make you feel some kind of way, and mischievously curved a small smile.

"Nu-uh" he answered, before taking a prolonged kiss on your knuckle. "Your hands are cold— are you cold?" Rafayel looked at you as he speak, meanwhile you slightly flinched, finally coming back to your senses after a small trance when you heard what he asked. Sealing your mouth, you nodded slowly– it was true, the early morning breeze was chilly today. Not even wasting a minute after you answered, your boyfriend gently pulled you closer to him— maybe too close that you can almost feel each other's heartbeat, but nothing uncomfortable, you wanted it anyway. "Relaaax, you can breath you know" he let out smirk before continuing his habit of peppering smooches on your hand, breathing on it from time to time to keep you warm.

Your lips slightly parted as you watch how he spoil you with his kisses, his eyes closed and fluttered open lovingly as he do so, maintaining eye contact with yours. "R-rafayel"

Sweet. You thought.

"Besides, you worn me out last night so as a payback, you should stay in bed with me for a while" the smirk on his lips was visible. I knew it! He's at it again! Just you wait!. You were taken a back on what he just said, hearing that made your cheeks warm, and your stomach somewhat somersaulted— ofcourse it's not true, he's just teasing you, how could you react so much as if what he said was real!. You gulped the lump on your throat as he leaned his head closer to you, his breath fanning the side of your neck, making your breath hitch and sending shivers down your spine. He just got to stop this. "I'll keep you warm" he whispered before he looked at you and winked. You swear, he's killing you beautifully and he's unaware?.

Shuffling his figure on the sheets, he easily propped his arm on the side of your head, on your peripheral vision you actually saw his biceps tensed. You gulped, looking at his eyes, you were shocked at the sudden new position that it made you stiff. "Rafayel what're y-" you stopped and shaked your head. Never mind. "What do you mean I worn you out?, we just cuddled.." your voice was low, a perfect hint for the male that you were flustered. He tilted his head at you, one brow arched as if telling you to finish your sentence. You tilted your head slightly, attempting to look away and bit your lip. "..and kissed, that's all" you swear your face felt blazing hot right now, you wouldn't be surprised why Rafayel chuckled on how you acted.

"Oh did we?" he said sarcastically– fingers tracing on your chin, tilting it lovingly to face him once more. He's soo totally doing this on purpose. "Now why do you sound like we should've done more than..that?" the way he said those lingered a somewhat electric feeling in your chest. What a tease.

You mentally shook it off before closing your eyes and let out a sigh. You ain't done teasing huh?. Once you opened your eyes, Rafayel couldn't explain why he saw something glint on your beautiful orbs– it was new yet somewhat beautiful, until you curved a small smirk, your arms making it's way to wrapped around his nape sending a beatific sensation on his veins, it's as if you're hypnotizing him. What were you doing to him?. He thought.

"So what if I'm expecting.. that?" your voice turned lambent, it made his heart beats faster. He neither wasn't expecting you to reply something like that, nor you never tease him back, it even made him think some unknown spirit merged on your body. You noticed how he have that astonished expression for a bout a minute with his ears tinting a slight but obviously visible flush and didn't manage to bear it, you burst out laughing before cupping both his warm cheeks and took a small peck on his nosebridge. "I didn't know fishies blush so easily like that" you chuckled.

Rafayel– who just got back to his real state, pouted at you. You got him. And for the first time, that is. He fold his arms to his chest and looked away with his infamous pout. "Fishies don't blush, and so am i— I don't know what you're talking about." he defended sassily.

"M-hm sure" you sarcastically answered, feeling proud of the victorious plan you just managed to do on the spot. Meanwhile your poor boyfriend was obviously sulking, he moved to the other side of the bed where he was laying earlier– his back facing you. You admitted he looked extra adorable when sulking.

You couldn't help but chuckle again as you scooted closer to your beloved. Clinging to his side, you leaned your head closer to his ear. "I love you." the way you said those was sweet and music to Rafayel's ears– sweeter than honey, and melodious as a romantic sonata. It just made his heart go feral inside his ribcage, that any moment if he hears any more sweet words spill out from your mouth would drive him crazy.

Rafayel finally turned his attention back to you– he smiled. "Who wouldn't"

"Rafayel." you called with a stern face.

He chuckled, pulling you close to him until you both fell back on the bed together. You propped your elbows on the soft mattress to look at your boyfriend with love and awe, while he placed a hand to your cheek— your head leaning towards his soft palms from the affection you're feeling– tantalizing eyes looking at each other with the same love and passion. And just what you both were expecting, he inched himself closer and closer to yours until your lips finally connected– it was tender, full of love, passionate and sweet.

It was such a picturesque sight that anyone who could see the both of you right now would tear up from how romantic the scenario is.

"I love you too"

END

A/N: Phew! I can't believe I got to finish this one shot, I got sooo busy with school and I'm still glad I managed to finish this piece to share to you all ^>^. Anyways, have you played the game yet? It's sooo cool!. Who's you're favorite character?. Mine's obviously my sassy boy, Rafayel!<3

- rafayelpochii | 01/25/24

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potionpeddlerpatchy · 11 months

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paring: God!Sero x f!Nymph!Reader

warning(s): dubcon, drugging, use of aphrodisiacs, loss of innocence, first time, marking, oral (f!recieveing), creampie, sero being manipulative in general.

authors note: hello again! Figured i would repost this lovely Sero piece once again as I have its sequel coming out very shortly, and its best to have everything in one place. This was part of a Mythology collab, and I loosely based it on the Apollo and Daphne myth; though I twisted it a little. So please, enjoy Sero using sweet words to convince you into his conniving plan~ 🔮

Nymphs, nature deities that are not fully gods yet not mortal as well. The only true creature that lives for themselves and yet the only one invariably bound to the land of mortals. And what more can a nymph do than to plenish their lands, give lone travelers a peek of god-like beauty, and to tempt the gods?

A long time ago, Gods ruled the world.

Before mortals became too abundant, their faith lost, and took over everything; the gods controlled all that was seen, heard, and felt. They gifted the mortals things like the wheat in their fields, the water in their cups, the hearth and warmth in their homes, and even the beautiful visions they would see when they slept.

The gods were kind enough to bless them with the sun, the moon, the tide, the rain that filled the clouds, the mountains that provided shelter from the harsh winds, the peacefulness of being guided to safety in death, and even love; in the many beautiful shapes and forms they came in.

And beings.

Ones that were not fully mortal, yet not fully gods. Creatures created by the gods to simply be enjoyed by the mortals; those that were lucky enough to find them. Maidens of rare beauty, and melodic laughter, that could be found in all parts of the mortal realm.

Some say they were a gift from Aphrodite herself, as a way to give her thanks to those that were ever devoted to her. Some say they were a gift from Apollo, another form of his muses to gift them with beautiful singing and subjects to paint. And some say it was Zeus, having to give away all of his lovely daughters to the mortals to appease his queen.

Either way, they existed too.

Nymphs, they were called. Nature deities that were beyond that of mortals, but not powerful enough to be labeled gods, or even demi-gods. They lived hidden away from all. Not wanting to be seen or disturbed by many, if any at all. But, if a lone traveler was lucky enough, they may spot a few bathing by waterfalls, or dancing amongst the forest's trees, or soaking the sun rays in a beautiful meadow.

They were everywhere. The oceans, the rivers, the mountains, the forests, the meadows, anywhere the gods had touched and blessed there were to be nymphs to plenish and restore. To keep alive what the gods had left behind; to love what had been forgotten.

You were what the mortals called an Anthousai, a flower nymph. The luckiest of all spirits that were contained to forests and fields; even your fellow wood and plant nymphs were jealous of what you were. A beautiful flower to be admired.

Though the tree stands tall, and grass gives plenty, they could not compare to the beauty that came from anthousai, not even if they were to give up their lives and transform; for a tree could not compare to the beauty of an everlasting flower.

Though you never knew what flower you truly were, whether it be a rose, bluebells, or peonies, your beauty was beyond compare. Even your sisters, fellow flower nymphs like you, over time grew to be spiteful at just how radiant you had become; overshining even them, and they were to be just as beautiful.

They were resentful of you, the one that was most blessed by the gods.

You never were to be invariably bound to one place, for no place wanted to keep you. You constantly were searching, trying to find a home to be secure within, to find sisters that loved you and would dance and sing and care for you as you cared for all that crossed your path. But over time it was made clear that those of forest and field would not want to keep you and call you their own.

So you fled towards the mountains, where the springs and rock would be; hoping they would provide you with what you needed to live.

And, as luck and fortune would bless you once more, you came upon a fellow nymph that was like you. An Oceanid, one that was to be associated with water, as the personification of the springs that dwelled within the land you stumbled upon. And much like you, she was blessed more than anyone else and cast out for it.

She took you to where she lived. A place hidden by rock and trees and held within it a large pond of water that was so blue and clear one could get mesmerized by the simplest ripples on its surface. Not far from it was a tiny home, cozy and sweet that made your heart fill with warmth when you stepped inside it for the first time. And right below it, a passageway that led to a path, that if a traveler was lucky enough to stumble across, could cut his journey through the mountains in half.

Not ideal, truly, for a nymph that wishes to hide away from any mortal; and though this path and place were hard to reach, it had a higher probability to have a mortal stumble upon it, and you, than where any other nymph resided.

But, where one saw misfortune, you both saw the opposite.

If travelers wished to use your sacred path, to hopefully gaze upon beauty that they will never see again in their life, to trespass and invade your home, then they must leave a gift upon your altar. Failure to do so meant traveling back to where they once came, and conquering the mountain with even fewer supplies. So it only made sense to give up a small token, or bits of coin and gold to you both to be able to pass through.

And oh how blessed with gifts you were. Piles of gold and silver coins filled tiny satchels that hung upon your walls; and made beautiful jingling sounds whenever the wind would shift them. Jewels that would glisten in the sun whenever you held them up to gaze at their beautiful colours. And trinkets, both old and new, that decorated any part of your dwelling with their unique beauty; with some you would wear or attach to your clothing with how much you adored their charm.

It was not long that the news of this passageway, and the creatures that were being treated better than the gods, reached the heavenly realm.

~~~

“It’s becoming ridiculous!” Ashido cried out, bringing a golden fan up to cool her heated face “They’re getting more offerings than me now! Me!”

Ashido threw herself down on a nearby chaise lounge, the pillows making a soft landing on her otherwise dramatic display, as she brought an arm up to cover her eyes. The fellow gods around her just rolled their eyes, more than used to the over-dramatics their friend and fellow deity was currently putting on display. They knew that, in due time, this would all blow over and she would be acting as if nothing ever happened.

“So, it’s all well and fine if we lose out on offerings. But the moment the Goddess of Love and Beauty starts to lose just a few, then it’s an issue?”

Denki smirked from his spot, chin in palm, as he retorted back to the fellow god that was throwing a fit, more than amused by it all - unlike his fellow brethren. His smile only became wider when he saw Ashido’s eyebrows furrow and a scowl form on her face.

“Oh don’t make such a face!” He laughed, throwing his head back so far he too was lying comfortably on his chaise “It’s very unbecoming of you!”

“Will you two knock it off?” Katsuki grumbled, hands working a stone over the blade of his sword with practiced ease “Who cares about what offerings two stupid nymphs get?”

“I do!” Ashido sat back up again, her glare now pointed towards the man sitting on the floor “They lesser beings! Lesser creatures than I am! And yet their beauty is being more devoted than mine! It’s not right!”

And while those words only received an eye roll from the War God, another god’s interest was now piqued. Sure he knew of the situation, it was all anyone could talk about up in the heavens, but to now know that these creatures were deemed more lovely and fair than his friend? Well, it was certainly interesting news, to say the least.

“Fascinating…”

“Oh come now Hanta!” Ashido cried once more, knocking the arrow he was absentmindedly twirling in his hands “Really? As a fellow love god, I figured you would take my plight more seriously!”

“It is your plight, not mine” He hummed in response, before scoffing in mirth “Come on, how can you not find this interesting? When in our lives has any nymph really claimed the hearts of so many mortals? To the point where they are mistaking them for Gods?”

“Well….”

“Never! We have only ever seen them as nuisances at best, or in Denki’s case a quick romp to let off some steam. Nothing more than a means to an end. Now they are controlling mortals, and even us to a degree! Surely you should find that quite amazing of creatures you half-heartedly help make, turning into something almost as beautiful and powerful as you.”

Ashido rolled her eyes at the last statement, not liking having her greatness compared to that of two lowly nymphs; but Hanta did have a point. Though she would never admit it, her scoff and abrupt standing proof she no longer wished to be in the same room as him for simply being right.

“If you find them so fascinating, then why don’t you meet them?”

Hanta, or any of her fellow friends, did not have a chance to reply before she stormed out of the room. It caused Katsuki to scoff once more before resuming his task, this time with more vigor. And for Hanta to roll his eyes, fingers deftly twirling his silver arrow once again as his mind began to wander.

Just how beautiful was the pair of you?

Before he could ponder the question any further, he stood abruptly too. Not wanting to waste another moment wondering about those thoughts, instead, he wanted to see for himself. He was a god after all, so why shouldn’t he know more about these beings that were creating quite a stir in his realm?

“Maybe I will…” He mumbled to himself, feet starting to take him to where he wanted to go before his mind could fully comprehend where.

“Like hell you are!” Denki stood in his way, effectively blocking the taller god from taking another step “Not without me!”

This caused Hanta to smirk down at him “Nymphs are cautious creatures, and due to their nature one must be careful how they interact with them. And if I actually want to interact with them at some point, my best bet isn’t to bring the one god known for sleeping with, and breaking the hearts of, almost everyone single one.”

“W-well! So what?” Denki’s skin became flushed as blood rushed to his face in embarrassment over his friend's truth, “You’re a god too, and it's clear they don’t like any! So what makes you think you can succeed with them, huh?”

“Because, my simple friend,” Hanta smiled, side-stepping the flustered god to continue on his way “I am the God of Flattery and Sweet Words, hard to lose the trust of such lovely creatures with that.”

~~~

Though it took a lot of effort, and even more flattery, to get just where in the mountains (and which mountain) you and your friend were calling home from Ashido, he still managed to get it. And with gleeful steps, strong winds to help his wings glide him swiftly through the air, and the gracefulness of his very being, he managed to find you both with no issue at all.

He perched himself upon a nearby tree, high enough that one would not notice he was there if they were to walk by, and just observed the pair of you.

Your friend (or sister, as you kept calling her), he would admit, was beautiful. She was the one that caught his eye first. The way her skin seemed to always glow under the sun's rays as she gracefully danced upon the meadow you were residing in was hard to ignore. He chuckled to himself at the thought of some mortal stumbling across her, just knowing they would mistake her for his dear friend Ochako mid-hunt with how ethereal she looked.

But then his eyes finally glanced over to you, unable to help himself from sparing you a glance when your sister had called out to you, and it was then he felt his heart stop in his chest and for the world around him to stop moving.

It was your smile, or so he thinks when he thought back at that moment again and again, that caused such a powerful reaction within him. How radiant it was, how it lit up the world around you brighter than a thousand suns. How warm it made him feel when it unknowingly was sent in his direction. And how it made him finally look at your beautiful face.

After he saw that smile he wondered why your sister had ever caught his attention in the first place. The way the flowers around you sat upon your head and fell into your hair, the way your eyes looked so bright as they gazed up at your companion, and how soft and small your hands look when they reached out to her, to allow her to pull you up into a dance, were all so captivating.

He may have been fascinated before as to why mortals were throwing themselves into danger just for a glimpse of you, but now he understood fully. You were the most breathtaking creature he had ever witnessed in his long immortal life, and he could not lie when he thought to himself that day that your beauty could rival that of Ashido’s. In fact, he could not lie and say that he wouldn’t choose you over his old friend if he had to judge who the most beautiful in all the realms was.

He wanted you.

He wanted you more than he had ever wanted anything else in his life, and he wanted for very little. But he knew that you would deny him from plucking you from where you called home; it was in your nature. And in a perfect world, he can simply walk up to you and say a few pretty words and you would be his.

But thanks to his friend Denki, you would not trust him in the slightest; nor his intentions, for you could sense that they would not be pure. For how could they, as nymphs really only existed to be temptresses to the gods and then have their hearts broken once they gave their flowers to them. And you knew you were a rare flower, one that would not choose so willingly to be plucked up and away from your life, home, and companion.

No. If Hanta wished to have you, all of you all to himself, he would have to be patient. And well, it was a virtue and he knew he was virtuous enough to conquer the lust that raged within him when he looked at you to see himself succeeding. To see you run into his arms and ask him to take you away and be his forever.

And what better way can he think to court you, to earn your favour and trust, than to leave you gifts at your altar?

Not just any gifts though. No, he would not waste your time with the meaningless trinkets and coins that those travelers gifted you, he would give you things only the gods could. To give you all the spoils known to them as a way of proving his devotion to you; for why else would a god willingly give up all his riches if not for love?

~~~

It was strange to you at first, the small gifts that were left at your door. Usually when there was a gift there was a traveler nearby, waiting for you or your sister to allow them to pass. But these gifts would just appear as if they came into existence by the wind.

And what gifts they were!

Robes made with the brightest and finest silks, always adorned with beautiful gold and silver embellishments, with a few jewels within the intricate carvings. Rings that were so heavy your hands always felt like lead when you wore them. Bracelets that could wrap and entangle all the way up your arms and legs, adorning your whole limb in its beauty. And necklaces that always perfectly sat upon your chest, with their large gemstones settling flawlessly in between your bosom.

You always shared these splendid and grand gifts with your sister, not wanting to be cruel and hoard all the splendor to yourself. But over time you started to grow nervous about where these gifts were coming from, about who was sending them to you. For who could afford to give you these things if not a god? And if it truly was a god, how did you catch his eye? And why would he only want to give you these things, never your sister?

Soon there were gifts being given to you every day. As every morning they would sit at your doorstep, waiting for you to collect them. There was little space for you to place them in your home over time, with many of the gifts being left unopened; them sitting upon shelves in the bindings they came to you in.

And one day, upon a pile of other treasures that awaited you that morning, a golden apple sat glistening in the sunrise. That was the day all your doubts and nerves got the better of you as you shut the door and hid yourself away.

That was the day you knew for certain a god was trying to court you, for no other being other than god could get ahold of golden apples. The heavenly fruit that they all ate upon as if it was nothing more than a common fruit; but to you and all other mortals it was more than that. It was the only thing that could grant any being immortal life.

Therefore the reason it was given to you, sat upon piles of other treasures, was a sign that a god had wanted to take you away; to call you their own. And the thought terrified you. For where would you end up? What would they want from you? And would they cast you aside as if you were nothing, like all nymphs were treated by them? And what would happen to your sister? Would you never see her again?

That was the thought that terrified you the most.

Heartache, terror, abuse, you could bear if it meant she was by your side. You had waited long enough to finally get the companionship you had always craved; the one you searched for in many lands, and you did not want to give it up any time soon.

So the gifts, and that apple, stayed outside for days as you stayed hidden behind your walls in hopes that the sender would take that as a sign of your rejection. A sign you did not want, or need, the lavish gifts anymore and for him to move onto a more wanting and deserving creature.

When Hanta saw that his gifts were left untouched, the apple still perched precariously upon the other lavish items he had wanted you to wear and adore, it made his entire being slouch in despair.

How could you not like them? Why would you not take them?

He knew they were no different from all the other gifts he had given you, and he knew you loved those. He watched as you glided through the forests, and that wonderful meadow where he first saw you, twirling in those gowns. Giggling with your sister when you were jangling those bracelets as you danced, holding those rings up to the light. Unable to let his eyes wander whenever his necklaces would sit between your breasts.

And though he was never a fan of whenever you shared those gifts with your sister, he only ever wanted you to wear what he gave, he knew that you did so out of excitement. Excitement that you would show with every new gown and jewelry you placed on your body you would always pair it with a new crown made of the very flowers you tended to.

He watched you, from his favorite spot in the trees, as you gleefully would make them. Hands always hurried as you tried to finish them as quickly as possible as if you could not bear to wait another moment without it upon your head. And though they always looked so beautiful upon your brow, he always promised he would give you a real one someday.

One made of gold, if you were to say yes to him; to be his. But there it sat, collecting dust upon your altar. A rejection of him and all other splendors he wishes to give you.

It made him furious, just as it did fill his being with sorrow. Not furious at you, no, he could never hate you. Furious that he overturned his hand and made you skittish. Made you untrusting of him and his intentions. Made it seem like you did not want him.

But of course, you did. Of course, you wanted him.

He just had to make sure you understood why you wanted him. How no one else could compare to him. How no one else would treat you with such warmth and comfort and give you any spoil your little heart could ever desire for the rest of your life.

And well, it seemed only fitting that you should finally meet him as he told you all these things.

~~~

It was in your springs where he found you that night. Though it was not Hanta’s intention to spy on you while you both bathed in the cool waters, he couldn’t help it. How could one resist that temptation? To hear the sweet laughter mixed with the splashing of water to lure one in, and then to see the sight of two beautiful maidens while they bathed. It was simply not fair.

If he were a lesser man he would have jumped out to try and take one of you then.

But he was not and found great pleasure simply watching the pair of you. How the moon illuminated your skin to make it that much more supple; that much more tempting for him to touch. How he could not stop his eyes from roaming your figure as you brought oils to your skin, to lavish and clean it before they disappeared into the water around you.

Hanta was almost envious of the suds, the small bubbles, that had a chance to touch your perfect body and soft skin. Of the water that elicited such sweet squeals of excitement when it was splashed onto you, to the soft sighs it cast from your lips when you would lounge back into it. And of your sister, the only one who was able to witness all of these things about you; and so selfishly kept it all to herself.

Though it was only when a twig snapped under his foot, an oversight he normally wouldn’t let happen, that he realized his mistake. Realized that his first meeting with you would be tarnished over impure thoughts and actions, which would only lead to you not trusting him even more.

For what nymph could trust a god they caught spying on them while they bathed?

But he had to try. And he leaped from his spot once he saw the pair of you scurrying for your clothing and out of the spring. He cared not for your sister, and allowed her to run towards your home, though he followed you closely; making it impossible for you to return to the place you felt the safest.

He managed to corner you once again, back to where it all started. The waterfall from the springs could be heard faintly behind you as you watched him approach the tree you had hidden behind. Your breathing labored as you held your clothing up to your body as best you could to conserve what was left of your modesty.

“I won’t hurt you.” Hanta called out to you, his voice soft to not further spook you “And I won’t cause you any harm, I promise. I just think you are the most beautiful maiden I have ever seen; so won’t you please come out and talk to me? For just but a moment?”

You glare at him, eyes holding suspicion over his claims. Though you finally relented when you watched as he stepped closer and closer to you, in your ever-vulnerable state.

“S-stop! Please stay where you are…” You called out, voice losing strength as you continue to cower away from him “I will speak with you, only if you promise to turn your head away and allow me to get dressed.”

Hanta gave a small smile, hands clasping behind his back as he turned his body away from you; making sure to keep his head and gaze straight ahead of him, to not make you suspicious that he was trying to catch another glimpse.

“Did you not like them?”

His question startled you, a small gasp slipping out as you stumbled with your garment; almost tripping over your own feet. You took a deep breath to regain some level of composure as you shakily slipped your legs through the gathering.

“I am not sure what you mean…” You pulled the fabric upwards, placing the final strap over your one shoulder; your eyes never straying from the back of his head.

“The gifts.” He replied, “I have given you plenty, but it seems that lately, you have not accepted any. I am wondering if you did not like them.”

“Oh, it was you…” You made your way from out behind the tree, the movements being heard by the man before you as he finally turned back around to face you.

He was taller than you by a far margin, one that kept growing as he made his way towards you; his steps were careful to show he was not to harm you. When he finally reached you, he crouched down as close to your level as he could and clasped your hands in his, gently squeezing them in his hold.

“I am.” His voice was but a whisper as he pulled you closer, trying in vain to get you to look up at him, wanting nothing more than to gaze into your beautiful eyes.

“Then you should know why I did not accept them” You voice soft but strong, as you turned your head away from him “You are a god, the gifts you have given proof of that. And from all the tales I have heard and seen, all a god does is take the chastity of nymphs before casting them aside.”

“How could I ever do that to you? I would never do that to you. In my eyes, you are far too lovely and beautiful to ever just be cast aside.”

He heard you scoff, head moving away from his deft fingers as they tried to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear, clearly not believing him. His actions just displayed proof of why you were untrusting, and so he would have to use his sweet words in a different manner.

“In all truth, had I not come down this very night to see you, I am sure my brethren would try and take you away.”

You stiffened in his hold, fear gripping your being at his words. Frozen in place you finally allowed him to move your head up to look at him, into his dark eyes that told you what he said was true.

“W-what…?” Your voice was shaky, as was your body when you continued to scan his face for any semblance of trickery; only to still find none.

“My fellow gods, the ones I call friends from time to time, they heard the stories of nymphs in the mountains that had caught all sorts of mortals' attention.” Hanta began, “They were curious, and wanted to see for themselves just how beautiful you were. But my friends are more beast than gentleman; I fear of what might have become of you had I not scared them off.”

You collapsed into him, the shock of his words controlling your body more than your mind as you clung to his tunic. Though you could not see it, Hanta had an impish smile on his face as he comforted you; his hands running soothing patterns up your arms.

“But you needn't worry!” He pulled back to look at your face once more, squeezing your arms in comfort “I will protect you from them. All I ask is that you accept me, take my gifts, and allow me your company.”

“How… how will I know?” You looked back up at him, hands lowering from his chest “How will I know you are being truthful with me?”

“I am a God of Love, my dear,” Hanta fluttered the wings on his back to make light of that truth. “And as one, I never appreciated or cared for those that would take advantage of it; to abuse it and harm others with their lust. I can tell my friend's intentions are not pure, as I can with any being, and I cannot bear it if they were to harm a precious flower like you.”

Hanta watched you carefully. Watched how your eyes glanced at his wings, back to his face, and turned downcast once again as you took in his words. He has hoped the sweet words he was known for would work on you, to break down your walls to allow him in. He had to hide the victorious smile from gracing his features when you gazed up at him and accepted his protection and his terms.

“Tell me your name” You mumbled, taking a step away from him. “If I have to agree to all of this, then please allow me to know the name of my protector.”

“Hanta, you may call me Hanta.”

Your head shot back up to look at him, eyes once again glaring at him as you took another step away from him “There is no god named Hanta.”

“None named for the mortals.” Hanta smiled, closing the gap between you once more “None of us gods are ever named what mortals claim we are, even in their stories. Our true names are only spoken and used amongst each other, in the heavens. Only you, in this mortal realm, shall have the knowledge and privilege to call me it.”

“Hanta.” You whispered out, nodding your head in agreement with his words.

“Good, now be off.”

It took all of his strength to step away from you; not wanting to be away from your warmth now that he finally had it. But he did. Only if it were to prove to you he was on your side, that he wanted to protect you.

He watched with bated breath as you scurried away, back to your home. Only allowing himself a breath, and a mirthful smirk to appear, once he knew you were too far away to see it. His wings stretched out behind him as he took flight back home.

His meeting with you went far better than he ever planned it. And now he had plenty to dream of that night.

~~~

It was rare for the God of War to come to the mortal realm.

Especially seeing as there was no war to be had. No fight to participate in, no blood for him to shed, and no victory to be won for him once all the dust and debris settled. And it was even more rare that the God of Strength would follow alongside him into this plane when there was no battle to be had.

But there were never ones to turn down a mission.

Their pride and honor to strong within them to let a challenge go to the wayside simply because they thought it was stupid, pitiful, or a waste of their time. And though Katsuki thought what he was doing here, what he was about to do, fit into all three categories he simply could not tell his friend no.

Hanta never asked for much, especially from him. And Katsuki had to admit that his fellow friends served him very well in battles of past; always fighting on his side to help him claim his victories. So, he could swallow his pride for a moment or two so he can fulfill a small favour in return to the larger ones he was in debt to.

It wasn’t like he had much of a choice either.

“Why are we doing this again?” Ejirou asked, scooting himself closer to his friend while still staying crouched behind some foliage.

“Because Hanta asked us to.” Katsuki mumbled, huffing out his answer as it wasn’t the first time he was asked.

“But it doesn’t seem right, doing any of this. And you normally don’t waste your time on such trivial things, especially when it comes to beings like nymphs, so why are you here? And why did you drag me into this?”

“Because!” Katsuki hissed, baring his teeth in warning “Hanta asked for us to do this! And the last time I refused that bastard made it impossible for me to be intimate with anyone for over 200 years!”

Katsuki huffed, watching his friend eye him warily before shifting slightly away, the action making him slump his shoulders in slight defeat.

“Listen. I don’t want to do this either. If I had it my way, we would all just leave these two idiots alone for the rest of their lives. But Hanta seems to like one of them, and we all know there is nothing we can do to stop him.”

“You’re right….”

Ejirou mumbles that last part, knowing that his friend was right. There was no way to change Hanta’s mind once it was set on something, much like it was impossible to change any of their minds. They were gods, and they were selfish. They took what they wanted and when they wanted it.

It was just that both of them were unnerved at the taking of a nymph away from the place they were bound to. Something that was never meant to be done. When they were created they were made to be invariably bound to the mortal realm, to avoid any chaos that may happen if they were to come to the heavens.

Hanta was playing a risky game, and though they trusted he would play his cards right, and well. They could not be sure that his actions would not cause a ripple effect that would turn into a grand-scale fight amongst them; like the choosing of the fairest once again.

Though they had no time to further delve into their thoughts on the matter, not when you and your sister had approached where they were hiding. Your giggles filled the air as you came into the springs once more; wanting a dip in their cool waters to help quench your thirst and cool you from the warm summer rays.

Both men tensed, breath hitching in their throats as you both started to slowly undress; taking off your charms and jewels, and placing them into neat little piles by the water's edge. Katsuki hated that you were lovely, hated that the stories of you both were true; for if they weren’t he would be able to justify what he was about to do as some sort of favor - to save those travelers all that time from trying to seek out a creature that turned out to be hideous.

Eijirou hated what he was about to do because you were so beautiful. Hated the fact that he would have to scar and torment such enchanting creatures for the sake of his friend; for if it were up to him, he would just bask in your glow until he was satisfied, and leave this place with a beautiful memory to last him eternity.

But it was not up to him, nor his companion next to him; and with deep, quiet breaths they both solidified their resolve and stood from where they once were hiding.

The startled gasps, the scrambling, and the screaming were all something they loathed to hear from you both as they made their way over to where you were. They hated how they had to play the part and chase you both down, to separate the both of you to further petrify you both. How they had to watch you stumble and fall, to scratch your perfect skin on tree branches and rock as you tried to get away from them; all of it.

They hated all of it.

But once they watched the pair of you rush into your home is when they stopped their chase. Made it seem like they had lost you somewhere within the trees; mumbling to each other how they would just come back another day before walking off, back to where they once were.

Sickness, that was all they felt at the bottom of their stomachs as they returned home. This victory was not like the one found in battle. Not one filled with glory and blood and sweat. This one was hollow, shallow as its waves crashed down upon them in a way that made them feel uneasy.

It was not the first time they chased a maiden down in hopes to garner their sweet bodies as their rewards. But somehow it felt like it was, and they could not look upon their friend when they told him of what had just transpired; couldn’t bear to see the glee in his eyes when he heard it all.

~~~

You both had not slept that night, for how could you when the one thing you were most afraid of happening to you, happened.

So, when Hanta visited you the next morning you couldn’t help but run out to him. Sprinting through the field of tall grass and throwing yourself onto him; clinging to him like he was the other tether keeping you to the ground.

“You cannot leave us again!” You cried out, tears flowing freely from your eyes and soaking into the cloth of his tunic “You cannot leave me again! Please! You cannot, not again!”

Hanta had to hide his smile, one that was filled with so much joy and satisfaction, from you as he further buried your head into his chest—allowing himself this moment to hold you close and shush you, to try and calm his body down and act the part of a confused and concerned friend.

“What has you so upset, my beloved?” He asked, pulling you from him to gaze upon your face, to allow you to see his concern for you. “What has gone wrong?”

“Y-you were right!” You wailed, unable to hide your sniffles and sobs as you spoke “T-they came! Y-y-your friends! They tried to take us!”

“Shhhh…” He cooed softly, pulling you back into him to try and calm you down “I know you must be terrified right now, but I’m here now. Nothing to worry about.”

“But you’re not always here!” Your voice was muffled due to your position, as you brought your arms up to dig into his side “You weren’t here yesterday! And that‘s when they came! You promised you would protect me!”

Hanta would admit, he hated seeing you cry. Hated hearing the way your voice, one usually filled with cheer, sounded so broken; so miserable. And he hated knowing he was the cause that set in motion the event that shook you to your core.

But it needed to be done, you needed to see how important he was to you. Needed you to see that your place was to be by him, that was where you were meant to be.

“I am trying to protect you, my honeysuckle…” Hanta brought a hand up to pet your hair, “But it is difficult for me to be in two places at once. My home is in the heavens, it is where I am to fulfill my duties to the mortals; it is rather difficult for me to make these trips to you as it means neglecting what I am meant to do. Unless....”

He let it hang in the air, a pregnant pause for you to become curious about what he might say. He knew he had you when you lifted your head up to look at him once again, repeating his last word back to him.

“Unless…” Hanta sighed, “Unless you leave with me, and come to live with me in my domain. Only then can I assure your protection.”

He knew you would not like his answer, especially as he saw new fresh tears starting to fall from your eyes, staining your cheeks with their hot streams. He cupped your face in his palm, wiping them away as he tried to comfort you once again, playing the part of a torn man in a tough situation perfectly, as he tried to reason with you.

“B-but my sister!” You babbled, head shaking at every word he was saying “I cannot leave my sister behind! I won’t do it!”

“Your sister can find solace in the mountains if needed! An anthousai is bound to meadows and fields! You cannot find that there, cannot find safety anywhere but where I can protect you!”

“B-but...”

“I know that it is a difficult thing to accept, a difficult choice you must make. But if you want the protection I can provide you must leave with me. I can promise you that nothing will harm you; not a finger to be laid on your skin while you are within my domain.”

You sniffle, looking into his eyes once more; to see if there was any trace of dishonesty within them. And, like always, there was none. With a shaky breath, and a nod of your head, you stepped away from his hold to walk back to your home to say your goodbyes.

Your feet felt like lead with every step. Your heart ached at every flower, leaf, and blade of grass that you passed for you knew it would be the last time you saw it. And as you made it closer and closer to where your sister was, to the home that made your heart feel warm.

Now it filled you with sorrow and dread, as you wondered if you would ever again feel the kind of happiness you felt when you first stepped within these walls. Wondered what would become of your sisters once you left this place for good. You hoped for nicer and better things, better companions, but your heart could not promise you such things, your mind could not ease its worries.

You couldn’t speak when she opened the door, asking you what was going on. All you could do was pull her into you, hold her in your tight grasp as you whispered how much you loved her. How brighter sunrises were upon her horizon, and how you would miss her so.

She watched you walk back down to him, your body shaking with the violent sobs coming forth. Watched as this man, this god, took you back into his arms and shushed you; claiming you down and whispering what she could only assume was sweet nothings to you.

She watched as you turned back to her once more. A broken smile, one that looked more like a pained grimace, appeared upon your lips as you brought a weak hand up to wave your last goodbye to her. A goodbye she never envisioned ever happening.

And then she watched him take you away; forever.

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Hanta’s home was beautiful.

It was filled with golden pillars and furniture. Marbled rock adorned many surfaces, with plush pillows and linen upon beds, lounges, and chairs. You knew they would feel like clouds, be the softest things you could ever lie on.

But at this moment you couldn’t care for how soft anything felt, how plush and inviting the comfort was as it sank perfectly when your body had collapsed on top of it. Or how inviting it was to allow your body to enjoy it all, to allow it to lure you into a wondrous sleep.

No, for at this moment you were mourning the greatest loss you could possibly think of.

Hanta was kind enough to sit next to you through it. A hand running soothing patterns up your arms, your back, and even your hair as you cried out in anguish; never saying a word. Only murmuring out to you, after what felt like days of sobbing, to rest your head; to let yourself enter the land of dreams, and for Hitoshi to guide you to a sweet one. And you could not stop your body from finally agreeing.

For you would need your rest.

Hanta had waited long enough to finally have you here with him. He adored that you always believed him, that your naivete allowed you to trust him and his sweet words. To allow him to take you here, to the one place where you will never be able to escape him; for once a nymph was the enter the realm of the gods, she would lose her ability to transform - for how could a nymph become a tree, or a flower, while in the heavens?

They couldn’t. And now you were forever at his mercy. Forever to spend your days with him, indulging him in whatever splendor he wanted from you; for he was kind enough to indulge you for the months it took to woo you, it was only fair to pay him back in kind.

You, the sweet little anthousai. One too blinded by the God, whose sweet words and flattery made you melt, to notice that he had other titles too; that treachery and deception and craftiness came hand in hand with sweet nothings and empty compliments.

And oh, what a crafty web he had spun for you. The one who laid so sweetly upon his bed.

The one who called to him like a lost and sad child when you finally awoke. Your big eyes stared up at him, as you asked him for some food for your hungry tummy and something to quench your dry throat.

And who was he to deny someone so precious? A sweet little thing that asked him so nicely? He couldn’t and wouldn’t, and so he went to fetch you some of the finest fruits and ambrosia to nibble on as you tried to awaken your tired body. And wine, his special and most favourite wine for you to sip on.

When he held out the goblet to you, you hesitated; your arm halting before it could reach the drink. “I-it’s pink…”

“Yes, yes it is!” Hanta couldn’t help but laugh at your obvious statement, enjoying the way you eyed the pink liquid that seemed to swirl within its confinement with a mind of its own “A special kind of wine, the only kind reserved and enjoyed by the gods.”

The way you looked at him, eyes still showing trepidation over what he was offering. He couldn’t blame you for it, someone like you would not know the type of splendors the gods enjoyed from day to day; you were but a humble and simple thing.

Hanta shrugged his shoulders, bringing the goblet to his lips and taking a gulp of its contents. “Look see? Nothing wrong with it at all! Just a sweet wine, one that tastes like wild strawberries.”

He smiled when you finally relented, a sheepish smile gracing your own face when you finally accepted his offer; almost like you felt silly for doubting him in the first place. But again, you were just a sweet simple thing. How could you have known that gods are immune to the effects of aphrodisiacs?

How could you have known what they would feel like once they had taken hold of your body?

You couldn’t. And when you felt your breathing become labored, your body started to sweat as your heartbeat quickened, and for a strange heat to enter your belly; you grew scared. Wanting whatever heat that had entered you to subside and allow you to breathe; to allow the aching you felt to stop.

Hanta watched with mirth from the corner of his eye at you. Watching how your body squirmed and shifted, trying to get comfortable but never succeeding. Trying to ease your discomfort but failing to do so, not knowing how.

“Honeysuckle, are you alright?” He asked you, moving aside the platter of fruit to shift closer to you.

“I-I feel funny…!” You mumbled out, hand grasping around the wrist trying to check your temperature; unable to help yourself as you pulled him closer to you “I don’t know what’s wrong!”

You wished you could stop yourself, and show some form of modesty and restraint. But your body was on fire, and your mind had no way of stopping it from acting on its own. You clung to him, yet again. Though this time you had climbed into his lap, your hips stuttering as you inadvertently ground your lower half onto his leg.

“Funny how?” Hanta asked, eyes turning dark with lust as he watched you try to relieve yourself upon him so shamelessly, it made blood rush to his cock as he had to hold your hips in place; to help ground himself.

“I don’t know!” You whined, nails digging into the muscles on his shoulders - wishing he would allow you to move your hips again “I feel warm and funny, and it hurts!”

“It hurts?”

“Mhm!” You nodded, head ducking down to rest against his chest as you panted heavily, trying to get a level head once more, but failing miserably “I don’t know what to do!”

“I can help you” Hanta murmured, taking some of your hair and pushing it aside so he may be able to kiss along your neck, smirking when he heard you whine at the contact “Will you let me help you?”

You frantically nodded your head, but he tuts at that response; teasingly squeezing your hips in his gasp “Ah, ah, ah, I need you to say it love.”

You moved your head back up to look at him, and he relished the frustrated tears that were now forming in your eyes. The way your lips formed a pout, made them look more plush and delectable to try and bite and suckle on.

“Please help me Hanta” You whimpered out, unable to resist pushing yourself closer to him.

“Say that you’re mine, and I will give you everything you could ever need.” He baited, wanting to hear even more of your sweet voice.

“I’m all yours…”

You were going to say more; going to beg him further to finally help you; to ask him to stop prolonging your suffering. But you were silenced when you felt his lips press into yours. Felt the way they moved against yours, trying to get you to follow suit; which you do after a moment with fever.

You could help the moan that was muffled between you when you felt his tongue peak out, running along the bottom of your lip. You wished you knew what he wanted, you would be more than willing to give it to him. But Hanta seemed to understand this, and he moved your hips against him, allowing you to feel the hardness underneath. The gasp you let out was short-lived, as his tongue plunged into your mouth, exploring it slowly and expertly.

All you could do was melt into him; melt into his touch and the way he was kissing you. He left you breathless, panting hotly into the air when he finally parted from you; unable to keep the smirk off his face when he saw the blissed-out look you had acquired.

Hanta loved hearing the small gasps and whines you would let spill forth from your mouth, almost like you were unable to keep them hidden, when he started to kiss down your jaw. Moving slowly down your neck, leaving little nips to see your jump in surprise; your sweet little mewls going straight to his length that he was slowly rocking you onto

He was taking his time with you; he had waited so long just to have you at this moment and he wasn’t going to rush it; even if it was tempting with the way you kept pulling him closer and calling his name so sweetly. But he knew he needed to do everything right, everything perfectly, so you would crave him. Want him like this all the time.

He slowly pushed your shift down your arms, lips following closely behind his hands; to slowly caress and kiss every inch of skin you had allowed him to see and look upon. And what a sight you were to see; to him every inch of you was perfectly crafted and made him that more elated that you were all his.

“I know…” Hanta cooed, lips lavishing the skin of your breasts, fingers gently tugging on your hardened nipples “I know… it is uncomfortable. But let me take my time, love. I promise you it will be worth it. Let me worship you like you were meant to be.”

You jumped, unable to help yourself from placing a hand in his hair, tugging it harshly, when Hanta’s fingers brushed against your folds. He groaned, both at your harsh tugging and at how soaked you had become; just over some heavy petting.

Though, the feeling was foreign to you; one that kicked your senses into overdrive. You couldn’t help but clamp your legs shut, effectively stopping his hand from continuing, at the sudden and unfamiliar feeling.

“My love,” Hanta cooed, gently pulling your legs apart, “You asked for relief, and I shall give it to you. Put your trust in me, I can assure you it will feel good.”

He placed reassuring kisses along your chest, slowly petting his free hand up and down your thigh to help calm you; to help relax you and allow him access once again to your dripping cunt.

You sigh out after a moment, trembling legs finally parting for him, freeing his hand once again. Unable to help yourself from keening at his long fingers as they slowly started to up and down your folds. Being careful at where to touch, looking at your face to see which spots you reacted most to; centering in on them to hear you cry out for him.

Your little bundle of nerves is where he narrows in after he accidentally brushed against it; the way you moaned his name made his whole being shudder - wanting to hear you say it again and again and again. Wanting to watch you writhe and whine atop of him as you finally come undone by him.

You gasped, legs trying to close once more but unable to do so by a hand holding a thigh in place, when you felt his fingers start to circle your entrance, the one place that has never been touched or breached.

“Just breathe, I need to properly prepare you, my love.” Hanta groaned when he felt your quivering hole clench around nothing at his words “I promise you this will be just as good, if not better, than what I have already done.”

He truly had the hands of a god, the way they so delicately entered you; stretched you in such a way that you had no choice but to moan out for more. You never could have imagined this feeling, even in your sweetest dreams.

And it was accompanied by his words. Oh, how you could listen to him forever with the way he was groaning and purring our praises. Telling you how good you were doing, taking his fingers so well. How beautiful you looked like this, how he couldn’t imagine a more beautiful sight. And for you to come undone, allowing yourself to feel euphoria and grant him the chance to see it.

Who were you to deny such a tempting offer?

You were such a sight to behold. The way your body trembled, legs buckling as they struggled to hold your weight, hips unable to stop jerking away from his touch by still trying to keep the beautiful friction all the same. The way you cried out his name, unable to stop chanting it as you tried to breathe at the same time.

Hanta couldn’t help but push you down on your back, to hover over you as you tried to gain some semblance of thought once more. Hastily unrobbing himself, hissing when his cock was freed; having to take a deep breath and he stroked himself a few times before placing the blunt head at your leaking entrance.

“W-wait!” Your mind snapped you back into reality so quickly, you almost felt lightheaded “Hanta please wait!”

“For what?” He panted, hands gripping under your knees to lift your legs higher, “You are ready for me, my sweetest, and this will finally make all the unpleasant feelings disappear.”

“M’afraid!” You whimpered out, feeling the entirety of his length move between your folds as if to try and entice you once more; and the heat within you was proof it was working “Afraid it will hurt”

“You need not worry,” He purred, thumb rubbing little circles by your knees as he drank in the sight of you almost folded in half; how complacent you were. “For a moment it will, but only a moment. Then it will start to feel heavenly. Trust me, for I have not lied to you yet, have I?”

You shook your head, the action saying what you wanted to say - as words were failing you. He was right, he had always been honest with you, and even now he had shown you patience and pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. So why doubt him now?

He started to sink into you, after you had asked him to do so. Hanta let out a long groan as he felt your tight walls clamp down on him, both in trying to prevent him further but also milking him for everything he had to offer, and inch by inch he carved his way into your heat.

The burn was as he claimed, painful. But once he was fully sheathed, that burn began to change from that of pain, to that of wanting pleasure. The agonizing heat that had come from nowhere was coming forth once again to consume you in its agonizing flames.

“Hanta, please!” You cry out, hands reaching out to grip where his sat on your legs “Please move! Make this feeling go away!”

He was never one to say no to you. He nodded his head, taking a shaky breath, before slowly moving his hips; taking his length almost completely out of your weeping cunt, before pressing it back into you. Watching your face carefully to see if any discomfort could be found.

When your pinched brows started to relax, your breathing changing from pained chirps into those sweet breathy moans, and when you start to cling to him once more - nails finding purchase into the skin on his arms - does he pick up the pace.

Though, Hanta knows he will not last much longer, not when your warm heat clings to him so tightly, begging him to claim what is rightfully his and paint your pretty cunt white with his seed; he knows he must first have you cum around him. To selfishly feel your messy cunt spasm around him like it has never done before.

He brings one of his hands from where it was placed on your knee downwards to your bundle of nerves, moaning when he feels you instantly tighten around him.

“Come on, my sweet love” He pants, hand rubbing messy, uncoordinated, circles upon it “Let go for me, please? Trust in your god, and let that coil within you snap. Make a mess of the both of us.”

You keen and whine, the pressure building to an almost painful level within you. Though the dam finally breaks when you felt his length hit a particularly sweet spot within you, one that had you seeing stars. Your back arched, as you felt your breath hitch in your throat; unable to make any noise as your mind and body ascended to that plane of euphoria once more.

Hanta could not help but follow suit. Only a few messy thrusts and he stills inside you, his grinding up against the swell of your thighs as he moans; painting your insides with his seed - finally claiming you, completely, as his own. After regaining his breathing, though not fully, and placing your legs back down; he starts to pull out of you.

“No please!” You cry out, eyes turning glassy as you wrap your arms and legs around him once more “Stay with me please! I don’t want you to go!”

“I am not going anywhere, I promise” He smiled gently down at you, tucking your head under his chin as he pulled you to lay atop of him.

Hanta watched your breathing, watching you try and calm down. He cannot blame you for being so emotional, after all the highs the aphrodisiac gives are much stronger than anything you have ever been used to.

He smirks to himself when he sees your breathing finally began to even out, sleep over-taking you in its grasp. For now, he finally has you right where he wants you. And now, thanks to that wonderful potion, you will never, or want to, leave him.

Much like a rose and its petals, once one is swept away by the wind it is gone; forever. You were his rose petal and he was the wind that snatched you away.

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wonwoosstuff · 4 months

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Drabble: Bf! Wonwoo x gf! Reader

Synopsis: You go on vacation with your boyfriend Wonwoo. Both of you are scared of flights. Still, Wonwoo decides to put on a brave front just for the sake of his girlfriend.

Genre: fluff, Wonwoo being the sweetest boyfriend ever, comfort, words of affirmation/ encouragement, pet names

A/N: I’m scared of airplanes, flying and everything that has the word “air” in it. So I started to write about flying with Wonu. Enjoy!

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At the bustling terminal, the air was charged with the excitement of travelers getting on board. You looked at Wonwoo who was busy with checking all of his belongings just to distract himself from the fact that he’s about to board a plane.

A melodic voice echoed through the terminal speakers, announcing, "All passengers for Flight A302 from Incheon to Paris may approach the departure gate at terminal 6." The anticipation heightened, and the flow of passengers began to surge towards the designated gate.

You gently touched Wonwoo's arm, offering a reassuring smile. "Hey, we've got this. It's just a few hours in the air, and then we'll be strolling along the Seine."

Wonwoo managed a faint smile, his eyes betraying a mix of nervousness and gratitude. You knew your boyfriend wasn’t fond of flying planes — just like you— however he still managed to keep the nervousness to himself—unlike you did.

As the crowd inched forward, you both joined the stream of travelers, the promise of a Parisian adventure overshadowed momentarily by the challenges of the impending flight.

Glancing at you, he knew he had to put on a brave face for your sake. After entering the plane you settled into your seat, the anticipation of the flight looming large.

“Love, pass me your luggage please” Wonwoo said while stretching his arm out. You passed your heavy little suitcase to your boyfriend making him lift it up and putting it unhesitatingly in the Storage room over your seats.

"Can you believe we're flying to Paris? It's like a dream!" You exclaimed excitedly while your boyfriend took a seat next to you. Luckily nobody was sitting beside you.

Wonwoo managed a smile, his anxiety masked by composure. "Yeah, it's incredible. A dream come true."

“Ugh, I wish could teleport to my dream destinations. I hate flying so much. It scares me to death.” You muttered. Wonwoo heard your statement after all and quietly nodded in agreement.

Slowly after the plane took off you felt uneasy about it and found yourself clutching onto Wonwoo’s arm. Wonwoo, sensing your discomfort, chuckled softly because of your reaction and caressed your hand.

“Wonwoo, I hate it so much.” you admitted almost squeezing the veins out of your boyfriend’s arms.

With a tender kiss planted to your temple he whispered: “it’s okay, baby. I’m right beside you. Whatever happens I’ll be with you, okay?”

You replied with a soft hum. You felt a little bit better because of your boyfriend’s reassuring words and voice.

Little did you know that Wonwoo’s heart raced with every moment of the flight.

Feeling his nice smell and warmth, you started to get sleepy. You leaned on his shoulder, and he gently patted your head with his other hand.

As hours passed, a sudden turbulence jolted you awake, the unexpected movement disrupting the serene rest you found nestled against your boyfriend's shoulder. You panicked slightly gripping the armrest under your arm. Wonwoo, determined to uphold his act, maintained a serene exterior, gently squeezing your hand.

"Just a little turbulence, nothing to worry about." comforted by his words and demeanor, you gradually relaxed. As the plane descended over Paris, the City of Lights came into view.

"We made it! I can hardly believe we're in Paris!" you exclaimed, the excitement evident in your voice.

"We did," Wonwoo replied with a fond smile. "And you were incredibly brave. I'm so proud of you, love." He planted a tender peck on your lips, and together, you both gazed out of the window. Wonwoo's grip on your hands remained tight to comfort your air anxiety.

As the plane taxied to the gate at Charles de Gaulle Airport, anticipation bubbled within you. The thought of exploring Paris, with its iconic landmarks and romantic streets, fueled a sense of ecstasy. In addition you get to experience and explore the city with the love of your life which made you feel even more happy and forget about the flight anxiety you had experienced eight hours ago.

Once off the plane, you navigated through the bustling airport, the promise of adventure echoing in the air. At the baggage claim, your eyes lit up as you spotted your luggage making its way toward you on the carousel.

"Here it comes," Wonwoo remarked, a smile playing on his lips. He helped you retrieve the suitcases, and as you both stood there, luggage in tow, the reality of being in Paris sunk in.

"Now, let's go make some special memories in this beautiful city, okay?" Wonwoo said, offering his hand as an invitation to leave the exit together with the love of his life.

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I wonder what it’s like to travel with Wonwoo. Must be probably nice…

I guess I’ll have to watch Nanatour to find out hihi

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bunni-v1 · 6 months

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Curée

Chapter 1: Monster in the Woods Next Chapter

Tw: Mentions of animal death

Info: Rook x Reader; Vil x Reader(familial); Epel x Reader(platonic)

🍓Ahhhh, it's done! If this is well received, I will continue it. If not, I guess I'll drop it. Oh well, I worked hard on this... so I hope you all enjoy it!

Tags: @kitsun369 @bloomstruck

You hated parties, plain and simple. Socializing with the elites of society was always so drab. Their fake smiles, empty compliments, and hideous attire always made them hard to deal with. The worst part, however, had to be getting ready beforehand. Your handmaids awoke you before the sun was even up, practically drowned you in your bath, and then stuffed you into the tightest corset only to make it worse with the fluffiest dress known to man.

You understood you had to look presentable, but beauty comes at a hefty cost — a cost you hated paying.

If you had a choice, you would be out hunting. Feeling the wind in your hair, smelling the sweet soil of the earth, and hearing the melodic tunes the birds would sing for you. However, you were the princess. You were obligated to be at your own birthday celebration, you supposed.

Besides, since your parents passed, Vil had become rather restrictive in what you can and cannot do. Vil loved you, and only wanted what was best for you. You understood that he was scared that he could lose you, too. Neither of you could ever live without the other. You were his rock, and in turn, he was yours. That's how it always had been. So, for the sake of your brother’s sanity, you gave up adventure for a more “acceptable” lifestyle.

Still, Vil would catch you staring out over the trees in longing, just as you were doing right now, and scold you. ‘You have a duty,’ ‘You cannot risk yourself, we have a kingdom to lead,’ and so on.

How you missed it, though.

A knock sounded at your door, pulling you out of your thoughts. The maids were finished with you for now, who could this be…?

“Who is it,” you called, poising yourself just in case it was your brother.

“It’s Epel, your majesty!”

You relaxed again — well, as much as this corset would allow you to.

“Come in,” you called, adding as he turned to face you, “and none of that Your Majesty nonsense around me, we are friends first Epel.”

“I know,” he laughed, “You can never be too sure when Vil is lurking around.”

“You are right, and the last thing you need is to be in trouble with Vil once again.”

You gestured for him to sit on the window sill next to you, and he smiled. Epel was likely your only true friend in the castle. Plucked off the streets by your brother, thanks to his charming face, and made a lower member of the court. The only member that wouldn’t snitch on you and your misadventures to gain favor with your brother. He was the only reason you were able to have any fun in your boring castle life.

“What brings you by, Vil seemed to have you on a busy schedule until the party, so I’m sure this must be important if it’s worth Vil’s wrath.”

“I have a present for you,” he replied, eyes lighting up in mischief.

“Epel,” you deadpanned “I’ll be opening all my presents tonight in front of the party-goers. You may be my friend but you don’t get special treatment.”

“No, no, no, this is a special secret gift,” he smirked.

“Please tell me you won’t try and court me.”

“Euch, no. Just- Here.”

He pulled an ornate box from behind his back and placed it in your lap, wrapped in a lovely velvety red bow. It was rather large and rectangular, and you weren’t sure how you didn’t notice it when he came in. You raised your eyebrows at him, and he waved his hands to urge you on.

You began to carefully undo the bow on the top, humming as it fell off onto the floor. It seems Epel had taken care when packaging this gift, so you would take care to open it. Lifting the lid, you found a protective felt covering over whatever this was.

“Could you hurry up,” Epel snapped, earning a glare from you.

“I don’t want to damage the packaging! You took such care with it.”

“You’re too sentimental. Let me do it.”

He reached over and, without much fanfare, revealed a bow. A bow made out of the finest wood you’d ever seen, painted white and purple. Hand-carved designs along its limbs, golden details highlighting each intricate swirl in the pattern. It was the most beautiful bow you’d ever seen, the sturdiest as well. You ran your hands along it in awe and delight. Along with it was an equally intricate quiver stocked with arrows of similar design to the bow.

“Epel, this is…”

“I know you’re not allowed to go hunting with me anymore, but… I thought that maybe tonight we could make an exception?”

“Vil would be…”

“What Vil doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?”

You frowned, looking back to the beautiful bow your friend had made for you. Your brother would be crossed with you if went against his wishes. You looked back to Epel, hope glimmering in those comforting eyes of his. Damn it all.

“Alright, just this once, though. This bow is too pretty to be wasted after all.”

Epel practically jumped with glee at your answer, hopping around like a mad hatter and whooping with delight. His excitement was infectious, and if your corset weren’t so painful to move in, you’d have joined him. Instead, you laughed at his antics and cheered him on from your seat on the window sill.

Another knock at your door caused the commotion to stop suddenly. Epel frantically took the bow and tossed it beneath your bed before peaking his head outside the door.

“Your Majesty… funny seeing you here…” he chuckled nervously, and you knew he would be in some hot water later.

“You are supposed to be with the rest of the court. Instead, I hear you are not only not doing that, but you are harassing the person of the hour with your screaming,” Vil scolded as he pushed his way into the room.

“I was just visiting them. We are friends, after all.”

“Friends or not, Epel, they do not need you bothering them in their private quarters on such an important day.”

“Oh, Vil, please. I invited him here because I was bored on my lonesome,” you sighed, “Epel, you are dismissed. I will deal with Vil.”

Epel scrambled out of the room as if it was on fire — with Vil’s temper, it might as well be. You turned to your brother, annoyance clear on your face, and he matched the look.

“You learned that look from me, you know.” he snarked.

“Well, I wear it better,” you sassed back, earning a smile from your brother.

He moved to your tea table, sitting in his usual seat against the wall and gesturing for you to do the same. You follow suit, sitting in the one with the clearest view of the forest. Without meaning to, you allow your eyes to linger a moment too long, and while Vil does not say anything you know he noticed. He reaches his hands across the table and grabs yours in his own like he always does when he is alone with you.

“You look beautiful, our parents would be so proud.”

“I feel as though this corset wants my insides to be my outsides.”

He laughs, bright and clear like the morning sun — he rarely does anymore, so you savor every moment you can get. His hands squeeze yours tight, and you squeeze back just as tight, suppressing the proud grin you had for making him laugh.

“Today is special,” he spoke softly, running his thumbs over your knuckles.

“It is, I am old enough to be wed — perhaps I could marry Epel, then he will truly be family.”

He grimaced, pulling away from you, “Please don’t suggest such a thing.”

“You know we are the least compatible people on this planet,” you laugh, “besides, he is already family enough.”

He nods, either in agreement or understanding — you cannot make out which it is from his expression. He recomposes himself, schooling his expression into one of practiced poise, and you know your brother will not want to joke around anymore. Sucking it up, you follow his lead and school your expression as well.

“I’m assuming you didn’t come here just to scare off Epel, did you?”

“Astute as ever, darling,” something in his voice sends chills up your spine. Something is wrong, and you don’t know what. “You are… older now. Old enough to marry.”

“I… know that, as I’ve said. That was just in jest, nothing serious.”

He stands, moving to pace around the room as if this was more stressful for him than it was for you. Knowing your brother, it most likely was. Still, you didn’t quite understand what his purpose was.

“My love, perhaps it is time you stop jesting. You are a Princess. You have duties, and… as the queen of this country, I must ensure you fulfill them.”

“Vil-“

“I’m not saying you have to make your decision right now, Sevens knows I don’t want you getting married yet. Still, there are suitors who would like a grab at your hand.”

“Vil, this is-“

“I’ve told a few that they may try your hand, but if they are forceful you will tell me and I will deal with them at once.”

“You… approved these strangers without my permission? Vil! How could you?“

“This is what is best for you, I’m sorry…”

He stops in front of you, bending down to look you in the eyes and gently taking your face into his hands.

“You know I have never once asked something of you that I did not see as necessary,” he said, uncharacteristically desperate, “Please understand, I am doing what is best here.”

Truthfully, you did not understand. You did not understand at all and you were angry. This was the angriest you had ever been with Vil — far more angry than when he banned you from hunting. He had deliberately done this behind your back. He was stripping you of your freedom as a person without your okaying it first.

This was unfair. This was sickening. This was… this was… this was the life you were born into. This was the responsibility you would have to bear at one point or another. So despite the burning rage in the pits of your stomach, you sighed and pressed your brother into a tight hug.

“I understand, Vil. I’m not angry with you,” you lied, voice sweet as honey.

You’ve become quite good at lying.

He pulled away, standing and recomposing himself fully before cusping your face in his hands again. He seemed to be going through a million different emotions at once, but the most obvious seemed to be guilt. He truly did mean only the best for you.

“I must go, I am very busy with planning,” he stated suddenly, turning for the door, “I will see you tonight, the handmaids will be back to tend to your hair soon.”

With a final, graceful wave, he was gone and you were alone. Alone to sit with the thoughts that he had forced into your head. Alone, knowing that the freedom you longed for would forever be out of your grasp.

You looked to the forest for an answer, but it remained silent.

·┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆·

The party was in full swing now. The cacophony of people chattering amongst themselves and the whining sounds of the orchestra’s strings were giving you a headache. Looking at the swirling colors of horrendous dresses and suits – far too ornate and gaudy – only seemed to further the ache in the back of your skull.

You sighed, massaging your temples for the millionth time tonight. This wouldn’t be so bad if you could get up and drink and let loose like your guests, but as the princess, you had to keep appearances. Regardless, this stupid corset and dress hardly allowed any freedom of movement, so dancing wasn’t exactly an option.

Your brother seemed pleased with you, though, with a pleasant smile on his face each time he locked eyes with you from his place in the crowd. He was allowed to mingle, but not you. You were far too important for such a thing.

Sigh. Keeping Vil happy was far more important than pretending to enjoy the company of your party guests, you supposed. Still, you were quite jealous of your brother's freedom to move around and do as he pleased.

You scanned the crowd, taking note of the more important people among the average attendees. Leona Kingscholar was likely the most notable, being the prince of one of the largest kingdoms in all of Twisted Wonderland. While he wasn’t a direct heir to the throne, the power he held as second in line – technically third if their kingdom dared to crown such a young child as king – was substantial. He had quite an air about him. You were intrigued, but he scowled every time he looked your way, so the sentiment was not shared.

Riddle Rosehearts, the son of the neighboring kingdom's governess. You never liked his mother, she was controlling with quite the temper. Riddle only seemed to be the same, with a fiery temper worse than Vil’s own. He was quite a stickler for the rules, making him a perfect candidate to take a spot in his country's cabinet as soon as possible. He was already working as an intern below his mother, so it was only a matter of time before he worked his way to higher power. How terrifying for his people.

Kalim Al-Asim was, perhaps, the only aristocrat you liked at this god-forsaken party, alongside his right-hand Jamil Viper. An heir to an extremely successful oil company, he was the second closest thing to royalty that one man could possibly be. He had a bright smile on his face every moment, and it seemed to catch on with the other party-goers. Every time he looked up to you, he gave you an excited wave that almost made the corset worth wearing.

There were other notable men, such as Azul Ashengrotto who was the head of – what you assumed to be – a very successful business of sorts. You weren’t sure of what it was, but you knew it wasn’t completely legal. Idia Shroud was also among the men in the crowd, though he seemed like he’d rather be dead than be here. You could not blame him. He was a known shut-in, and rather unpleasant to talk to. Still, he had the power to inherit from his family, earning him a spot among the elite.

You could tell detailed accounts of every single person in this ballroom's life, even the more average citizens that were allowed in. That aristocrat recently cheated on his wife, causing her to leave him with half the fortune and their three children. That woman in the glittering green dress was a known harlot, sleeping around with any man or woman she could just for fun. You respected her for her freedom and for scheming her way into the pockets of the ultra-wealthy.

That one handled finances, those two over there were distant cousins of the crown in a neighboring kingdom, and that blonde man… Who was that blonde man? You’d… never seen him before, but he was captivating in a way you’d not expected.

His straight-cut blond hair was hidden beneath a most peculiar hat. He had sharp green eyes that seemed to stare straight into your soul. His dress was far more humble than the other nobles. A simple suit with pretty purple accents to respect the crown.

He locked eyes with you for a moment, smirking to himself as if he had found you amusing. Your heart fluttered in your chest as he winked at you, and then… he disappeared behind a pillar. You searched around for him frantically, but he was gone for good, it seemed.

You frowned, slumping down onto your throne, tossing your head back in defeat. Now that the only interesting person here was gone, you would be stuck in this very uncomfortable seat for at least another three hours with nothing to do. You might as well get comfortable.

Suddenly, however, a voice cleared in front of you, interrupting your wallowing. You raise your head with a scowl, only to jolt up at the scariest sight known to man. Your brother, arms crossed with a stern glare, and next to him two of the most powerful men in all of Twisted Wonderland.

When had they even begun heading up here, while you were lost searching for your mysterious Romeo?

Malleus Draconia, and next to him was his right hand Lilia Vanrouge. Malleus was tall, dark, and horrifying to be in the presence of. One of the most powerful mages in the whole world, and the heir to the strongest kingdom known among your circle of aristocrats. He always looked as stony as the position he held, and being up close was far worse.

Lilia, while far more inviting than his master, was not someone to be taken lightly. He was an impressive magician with skills rivaling most of his peers – he was also the man who taught Malleus everything he knew. Not only this, but he was a renowned general and caused the devastation of thousands of human lives.

Their kingdom had just recently joined the united front that your own was a part of, leaving only the notoriously reclusive Nobel Bell as the last independent kingdom yet to join. Supposedly they were trying to introduce Fae to human society, as they’d been living in fear since the great war ended. This was the first big human celebration Malleus had been to since the agreement went through. Perhaps that was why your brother brought him to meet you personally.

Surely, that was it.

You stood, smiling at the pair with a small curtsey out of respect – your brother nodded his approval.

“Vil, who might these two lovely people be?” you asked, feigning ignorance though you had no reason to. Everyone who was anyone could recognize these two without thought.

“This is Prince Malleus of The Valley of Thorns, and his courtier Lilia Vanrouge,” Vil introduced, seemingly a bit unnerved – quite unlike him.

You introduced yourself in kind, curtseying again to show your respect, less Vill feed you to the dogs tonight. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both, especially since you came so far just to see me on my birthday.”

“A birthday is an important event,” Malleus states matter-of-factly, voice deep and smooth as chocolate.

“I suppose you are correct, Your Highness. Still, it is quite a ways to travel and I am honored that you would make yourself a guest for my birthday party,” you responded, proper and elegant as you had been trained.

“Of course, I would come, you are my future partner, after all,” Malleus states, again, as if it is fact.

This time, however, you break your perfect facade with a furrow of your brow. Your hands place themselves sturdily on your hips and you tilt your head to the side in confusion.

“I’m sorry, I beg your pardon, Your Majesty?”

Before he can speak, Lilia inserts himself, “Nothing is for certain, he is just one of the many lucky men who have been allowed a try at your hand.”

You try and steel yourself, but all you can manage is to straighten your back and scowl at your idiot brother. “I see, well, I’m sorry Prince Draconia, but you’ll have to work harder than that if you want my hand.” You stand from your seat, head as high as you can get it, “I am not a toy to be played with, I am a Princess and I expect to be treated as more than an object for you,” you turn to the crowd, which was gawking at your display already, “or any other man here’s liking!”

“Princess-” Vil tries, but you are already beginning to leave the situation. This party was simply a ruse to sell you off to the highest bidder, and you wanted no part in the auction.

You don’t allow yourself to hear Malleus’ response, and you certainly do not allow Vil to stop you from leaving. Perhaps you were throwing a tantrum, maybe you were being childish, but you felt violated. You wanted to be anywhere but near any of those men at this moment.

No one dared to stop the angry princess from storming out of her own party, not even the guards assigned to keep her there.

·┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆·

The moment you got to your room you ripped the stupid dress off your body. Layer after layer, string after string was hastily removed until you could finally see your arms and legs again. Next would have been your corset, if you could reach the damn knot those stupid handmaids had tied.

You struggled for what felt like an eternity until you could not stand, and fell into a sobbing heap upon your bed, hardly able to breathe through your tears.

“Stupid party, stupid dress, stupid corset,” you cried, “stupid, evil brother.”

A knock sounded at the door, and you curled into yourself as much as you could. You didn’t want to talk to anyone at the moment – let alone your brother. You could hear his scoldings enough in your head already, you didn’t need anymore.

You heard the door creak open, and you covered your ears, waiting for an onslaught of insults and anger. Instead, you were greeted by a gentle hand on your arm. You sniffled, slowly unwinding yourself to look at who it was – surprised to see Epel.

He’d never entered without an invitation before.

“Before ya yell at me, I jus’ figured ya needed a pal,” he said gently, rubbing your shoulder in small soothing motions.

“Wh-what about Vil…?” you manage to mumble out as your tears begin to subside.

“Too busy tryin’ ta keep face, so we can jus’ talk like normal.”

You nod, and Epel helps you to sit up properly, keeping a steady hand on you at all times. This was, perhaps, the most kindness you’d ever felt from a person in your whole life. Your brother was often cold and distant, even when he was reassuring you. Epel was always warm and inviting. You were glad to have him as a friend here.

He eased you to your feet, and from there he helped you out of your corset and into far more breathable clothing – your hunting clothes, from when you were younger. They were a bit too small now, but Epel still complimented your appearance as if you were in that same ballgown.

“Thank you Epel,” you sighed out, “did you…”

“Hear yer whole speech? Yeah, me and the whole party.” He laughed, giving you a comforting pat on the back.

You groaned, burying your head in your hands. Vil would never let you hear the end of it, your life and status was ruined – all because you couldn't control yourself. You were not made to be.

“Hey, hey, don’ cry ya hear,” Epel soothed, “most of the guests found it funny, ‘specially that one Lion guy whose always mean ta ya.”

“Leona found it funny?” you asked from behind your hands.

“He was hootin’ and hollerin’ like it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen!”

You laughed a little, the image of a smiley Leona Kingscholar being enough to cheer you up. You smoothed over your ruined hair, looking into the body-length mirror across the room. You looked like a disaster, with clothes far too small for you and hair still half up and frizzy. You looked like you, and it made you smile.

“Thank you for helping me Epel, you are a good friend,” you said gently, taking his hands into yours.

“Maybe we should ask Vil if ya can marry me, then ya wo’ have’ta deal with all this mess.” He joked with a devious laugh.

You blanched, pulling away as fast as you could. That only served to make him laugh harder, nearly doubling over onto the floor. You couldn’t help but join him after a point, and you could hardly remember what had made you so upset in the first place.

Once the both of you settled, Epel turned to you with a more serious face. You squinted at him, knowing whatever idea he was about to voice would be incredibly idiotic. Still, his stupid plans were always the most fun.

“Yer all dressed up fer it, so why don’ we do a bit of hunting,” he proposed.

You raised your eyebrows, as if to challenge him, though you both know he had already won you over. “What about Vil, he’ll surely be looking for me in a short while.”

“He’s busy tryin’ ta fix the mess ya made – c’mon, you already said ya would.”

You feigned conflict for a moment, closing your eyes and placing a hand on your chin. You could feel Epel’s nervous squirming next to you, and you grinned wide and bright. “How could I possibly say no?”

“I’ll get ma knives,” he said, practically scuttling out the door, “Meet me at the fountain out back, I’ll be real quick!”

·┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆·

You’d never felt this free. Not since before your parents passed, at least. The wind, the dirt, the trees – you missed it all so much. You spun around, laughing as you did so, earning yourself a side eye from Epel.

You didn’t care, though, letting out a big sigh of relief, “How I missed this place!”

You blew kisses to the sky, the trees, the ground, the animals, even to Epel. You didn’t realize how badly you wanted this until you were here.

“Be quiet ‘nd stop movin’ so much, yer gonna scare off all the animals,” Epel scolded.

“Okay, Vil.”

“Hey!”

You laughed, bounding ahead without a care in the world. You hadn’t been to your usual hunting spot in a while, you wondered if it had changed much. If Epel even went to it without you, or if he had his own spot away from it.

Caught up in your high of temporary freedom, you almost missed a blur in the side of your vision. Too large to be any animal from this forest. Your head shot to the side, moving to draw a bow.

“What, what did’ja see,” Epel asked, and you were quick to shush him.

Drawing your bow, you watched the landscape with a careful eye, waiting for any subtle movement. You looked for any sound, any smell that could give away this mystery creature's position. You narrowed your eyes, focusing on where you first saw the figure, and… AHA! You fired your arrow, hitting your target head-on.

Both you and Epel scrambled over to see what you hit. Your heart was racing – what if it wasn’t just an animal, what then? You took a deep breath and pulled back the bushes to reveal… a deer. A buck, to be precise. You sighed.

“Just a deer.”

“All that tension for nothin’, you gotta stop scarin’ me like that.”

“Sorry Epel, I thought it was something else.”

“Whatever, jus’ relax, ‘kay?”

Little did either of you know, there was something – someone lurking in the darkness. Sharp green eyes follow your every movement with the same curiosity you watched them with earlier.

·┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆·

It had been more than a few hours since you arrived at your designated hunting spot – still the same as you remembered it. The two of you had gotten yourself a good hunt; a vast collection of little critters native to these pretty forests. The butcher in town would have an influx of goods soon enough.

Vil was, no doubt, already looking for you. You were sure he was assembling a guard at this very moment to come and find you, but you couldn’t care less. You had earned this little rebellion, no matter what he thought of it. Still, you couldn’t help the little ache in your chest telling you that what you were doing was cruel in an unimaginable way.

You hummed, sitting yourself down on a stump, neatly setting your bow and quiver next to you. Epel joined you with a curious raise of his brow, throwing his equipment off. You leaned onto his shoulder, smiling up at him. He smiled back, resting his head against yours.

He was more like a brother to you than your brother was. You don’t know what you’d do without him.

“Vil’s gonna kill me when we get back,” you sighed, feeling all the energy from before leaving your body.

Reality had to creep back in at some point, you just wished that it wasn’t so damn soon. You could spend a few more weeks out here with Epel. It was so peaceful, so calm, and everything you had missed so desperately since your parents passing.

“He’s gonna kill me more than you, ‘f it makes ya feel better,” Epel joked, trying his best to lift the mood.

You sighed, “What if we didn’t go back, then neither of us would die and we could stay out here forever.”

“Even ‘f we could, yer running out’ve arrows, and it won’ be any fun if you can’t hunt.”

You hopped to your feet, groaning as your feet ached in protest. You hadn’t noticed how tense your body had become from all your activity tonight. That's what you get for not being allowed to do any physical labor. You stretched your arms high above your head, twisting this way and that to ease the pain when you saw something.

This time it was much bigger than the buck before. You tensed, turning to Epel, who had also noticed – if the look on his face was any indicator. Carefully, he crept toward his discarded equipment, to not catch the giant things' attention. He handed you your bow and quiver, though you were quickly running out of arrows to defend yourself with.

A rustle sounded in front of the clearing, and the smell of this thing hit you all at once. The air in your little self-made clearing had become thick and heavy with ink. The kind you had back in your study, but the smell was suffocating. You placed part of your cape over your mouth to filter it a bit, but the smell persisted as strong as ever.

“What do you think it is,” you whisper to Epel, who seems to be doing just as bad as you are.

“Not sure, but I ain’t smelled somethin’ like this in my whole life.”

You nodded. You had no idea what this thing was – too big to be any animal you know. Most certainly not a human, so no worries about Vil’s guards. The size wasn’t what scared you, but the smell. An unknown animal that smelled like ink… unheard of.

The closer the thing came, the worse the smell got and the louder its movements became until you were sure it was right outside the clearing. You and Epel could try to run, but you had no idea how fast or smart this thing was – running could be a worse choice than staying and fighting it.

You looked to Epel, and he narrowed his eyebrows as if to ask if you were with him or not. With a deep breath, you drew an arrow out of the quiver, set it, and aimed right at where the large shadow loomed. You exhaled as you let the bow fly through the air, successfully hitting your target.

It let out the most horrific, gurgling scream you had ever heard in your life – confirming that it was not an animal, but something far worse. It emerged from its hiding place.

This thing was nearly three men taller than you and covered in this thick, black, dripping ink. Worse yet, it had no face, just a glass jar oozing more ink out of it. You felt your heart skip a beat, but you couldn’t panic – not now that you had its attention.

Drawing another bow, you shouted at Epel, “Run back to the castle and find someone to help.”

“I am not leavin’ you here!”

“And I’m not accepting that answer. I’m more skilled than you in combat, and you’re faster on your feet than I am. You can get there faster than I ever could, and you could save me if you’re fast enough.” You said as you began to make distance with the monster. It was slow enough that you could move, but not so much that you could take your eyes off it.

“What– I can’t–”

“Epel, as your Princess I am ordering you to do this. Please.”

He didn’t respond for a long moment, and you were afraid he would disobey you. He muttered something angrily, and without another word, carefully crept away into the woods. The creature turned to where his footsteps fell, beginning to slump toward him – surprisingly fast for its size. You drew another arrow, shooting it on its right side, and watching as the arrow slowly sunk into its inky surface.

It turned in your direction, gurgling as it charged forward blindly. You scrambled back, almost losing your balance more than a few times – you were too rusty to be in such a risky position. You charged deeper into the forest as fast as you could, peeking over your shoulder to ensure it was far enough away from you at all times.

You didn’t have time to find high ground, so you settled on hopping from bush to bush and tree to tree. You hit it multiple times successfully, but it only served to make it even more angry with you. Its ink was impervious to human weapons.

Settling behind a tree, you reached up into your quiver to grab another arrow. Shit. Only two arrows left, not that they would’ve done you much good, but they were your last line of defense. You realize, now that you can’t turn back, that you should’ve gone with Epel.

Shaking your head, you knew you couldn’t give up just yet. You couldn’t die here, for your brother's sake. You took a deep breath, placing a hand over your racing heart. Calm, you thought, calm like a princess, think like a princess.

Okay. This thing didn’t seem to be able to see you, but it could hear – or maybe it was vibrations, but it seemingly could find you based solely on that. Hitting it’s body didn’t work, but you hadn’t thought to try for the “head” yet. If you could shatter the glass, maybe that could stop it.

The glass jar was small and hard to make out beneath the ink and the dark of night, but you could estimate where to hit based on what you saw earlier. With only two arrows left, you had to be smart and swift, lest this thing make you its next meal – if it ate, that is.

You swallowed, plucking your second to last arrow from the quiver and drawing it in your bow. Peaking around the tree, you lined up the shot just right, then sent the arrow hurling across the forest. It hit with a satisfying ‘crack’, and you’d hit your target dead on.

For extra measure, you took your last bow and drew it, aiming toward the beast and shooting the glass head once more. Another ‘crack’ and a few ‘thumps’ as thick pieces of its head fell to the ground. It remained unmoving in front of you, and you watched it with careful anticipation.

When it did not move again, you sighed, sinking to the floor in relief, holding your head in your hands. You had done it, you had killed the beast. You would live to see your brother, and you could not wait for his rage at your disobedience. You would take his anger over this any day.

Just then, however, you felt something in front of you. Your head shot up, and you would’ve screamed at the sight if it weren’t for the hand over your mouth.

In front of you was crouched the young man from the party, green eyes shining mischievously in front of you. He was still in his party attire, with the same goofy feathered hat as before. You narrowed your eyes at him, and he smiled leaning forward to whisper in your ear.

“Hush, Ma Belle,” he whispered, and you felt as though you might melt, “it can hear us if we’re too loud.”

You nodded, and he carefully pulled his hand away from your mouth. He, too, had a bow on his back – though his seemed to have a more magical tendency to it. You were not allowed to be around magic, thanks to the dangers it possessed, but you could recognize it easily since your father was once a talented magician and showed you all sorts of magical things.

This strange man noticed your eyes and gave you a wink. He stood to his feet, gesturing for you to stay where you were, and waltzed out in the open to the creature. You peeked out from your spot, watching with bated breath.

The creature was twitching, its inky mass bubbling in a disgusting display. You had done quite a bit of damage to it, but not enough to kill it. The man, seemingly unphased by this sight, drew his arrow – infused with a glowing red magic – and shot it. The second it hit the monster, the ink began to boil and slowly slough off until there was nothing left but broken glass.

The man approached it, picking up a piece of glass and putting it in an inner jacket pocket. He turned to look at you, gesturing you forward with a come hither motion. Stunned, and unable to fully comprehend what had just happened, you stumbled forward as he wanted. You stopped awkwardly at his side, losing all sense of refinement and grace from before.

The man stood, fully addressing you now.

“You are a talented huntsman,” he said, voice silky smooth making you melt from the inside.

“Ah- uhm, ahem, thank you,” you paused, then quickly added, “You- you are as well, sir.”

He grinned, seemingly happy that you noticed, “Do you know what that creature you just fought was?”

“Uhm… I think I’ve heard of it in fairy tales, but those are just…”

“Scary stories to keep cute little things like yourself safe?”

You frowned, “I am not little, you were at my party earlier, were you not? You should be speaking to me with respect.”

“My apologies Your Majesty,” he bowed deeply, “you are cute though.”

You huffed, feeling your face warm at the compliment. The audacity of this strange man to speak to you like this. You… quite liked it.

“Just tell me what that thing was, and I won’t have you charged with harassment,” you threatened emptily.

He hummed, “If you must know, that was a phantom – the remnants of a magician who died from blot.”

You gasped. Blot was only in the fairy tales your mother would tell you… but so was that monster. Seeming to understand your confusion, the man pats you on the head.

“A sheltered princess is not expected to know so much about the world around them, do not worry Ma Belle,” he eased.

You had a million questions. Why was that thing in your forest? How could something like this possibly happen? Was Vil aware of these things? Why did he not tell you about them? Was this why you weren’t allowed in the forest? Most importantly, who was this mysterious savior of yours?

Before you could ask anything, however, the sounds of shouting came from somewhere further out. The man seemed to consider it, smiling a knowing smile, and then turned to you again. He took your hand, placing a kiss on its top.

“That is my sign to take my leave,” he stated simply, “do watch your back, princess. There are those in this world who wish you harm, and we could not have a pretty thing like you getting hurt, hmm?”

You swallowed thickly, feeling your face heating up at his words and a million more questions filled your head. You gaped at him, unsure of how to respond to what he said, completely captivated by his words.

He chuckled, eyes squinting in a beautiful way as he did so. He seemed to ponder something for a moment, despite his supposed need to leave. He placed a hand on the brim of his hat, smoothing it over, and his face lit up with delight. Seems he had found the answer, taking his hat off and placing it firmly on your head.

“An excuse to see you once more, Ma Belle,” and with a flourish of his hand, he was off into the darkness.

As the voices came closer and closer, you could not peel your eyes off of where he came from. Who was that mysterious stranger, and why did he make your heart pound so hard?

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The forbidden flower

Summary- You find the blue spider Lily.

Genre- Angst

Warnings-Implied death// threats// hurt// cannon divergence

Muzan

Muzan needed more pawns to look for the blue spider lilly. He decided that he might need to get a human to help him. He attempts to use you to acquire the Blue Spider Lily for him. He would employ various tactics, such as deception, coercion, or promises of rewards, to convince you to retrieve the flower on his behalf. Just like he does with everyone. Muzan is desperate to find a way to break free from the limitations placed on him.

But you found it. A stupid, mere little human. Found something that neither him or his strongest creations couldn't find. His guts turn and he cant stop shaking. He is desperate.

He may resort to threats and violence to ensure that he gets hold of it. He would likely stop at nothing to obtain the flower and achieve his goal of becoming immune to sunlight.

Muzan is a master manipulator. If he perceives that direct aggression is not working, he might resort to cunning and manipulation to get you to hand over the Blue Spider Lily willingly. He would exploit your fears, emotions, or vulnerabilities to achieve his ends.

The discovery of the Blue Spider Lily would likely install fear and panic to the demon slayers. Once word gets round that Muzan has the flower, it would lead to chaos and lots of death in his pursuit of ultimate power and the perfect body.

Kokushibo

Upon discovering that you found the Blue Spider Lily, Kokushibo's eyes narrow with a mixture of surprise and suspicion. He approaches you with a calm demeanour, concealing his true emotions. Being a skilled swordsman and demon, he might use his formidable presence to make you feel the weight of the situation.

Kokushibo inquires about how you came across such a rare and sought-after flower, probing for details about its origins and how it ended up in their possession. Depending on your response, he might become more intrigued or skeptical.

If convinced that the Blue Spider Lily is genuine and that you have the potential to be useful to Muzan's cause, Kokushibo decides to take the flower from you. His actions could range from forcefully snatching it away or employing a more diplomatic approach, perhaps trying to persuade you that handing it over willingly is in their best interest.

Douma

You triumphantly presents the blue spider lily, the air around Douma grows tense with excitement. His twisted grin widens as he gazes at the precious flower in your hands. Douma, always seeking amusement, might chuckle softly, his eyes gleaming with interest.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" he would purr, circling the you with an unsettling grace. "You've found Muzan's elusive treasure. How utterly fascinating."

Your confusion and surprise would only fuel Douma's sadistic delight. He approaches with an eerie calmness, extending his hand to take the blue spider lily. "Do you know the significance of this, little one?" he'd taunt, his voice a low, melodic drawl.

Douma, ever loyal to Muzan, expresses a sense of reverence toward the flower. With a flourish, he would snatch it from your grasp, his eyes flickering with a strange mix of loyalty and madness. "Muzan-sama has been searching for this for centuries," he would explain, his tone dripping with reverence for their leader. "You've done well to find it. Now, let me take it to him."

Akaza

You excitedly presents the rare and elusive blue spider lily to Akaza. He cant help but just stare in shock. Akaza is intrigued by the potential power it holds and the prospect of aiding Muzan in achieving his centuries-long goal. However, the more he thinks about the significance of the flower and Muzan's relentless search for it, a conflict would emerge within Akaza.

Akaza's loyalty to Muzan is paramount, but his emotions and personal connections create inner turmoil. He struggles with conflicting feelings, torn between his allegiance to Muzan and the bond and connection he formed with you. The internal struggle is evident in his expressions and body language.

Ultimately, Akaza makes a difficult decision. His loyalty to Muzan overrides any personal connection he has with you. In a tense moment, he takes the blue spider lily from you, expressing regret and sadness. This strains the relationship between you, leading to emotional and dramatic consequences.

Hantengu (Main Body)

It was in your hands. Hantengu approaches you with a deceptive demeanor, pretending not to know the true value of the flower. He would feign ignorance or downplay its importance, trying to manipulate you into willingly giving it to him. Hantengu might use his ability to summon his clones to make you more compliant.

Once you hand over the blue spider lily, Hantengu would likely reveal his true intentions, expressing his loyalty to Muzan and explaining that he saw an opportunity to gain favour with him. He will then leave the scene, leaving you to deal with the consequences of your actions.

Gyokko

How sublime. Gyokko swiftly appears before you. His eyes, typically filled with malice, gleam with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. Gyokko, being aware of the significance of the blue spider lily, recognizes its potential to make demons able to walk in the sun, a trait that Muzan has sought for centuries.

Gyokko, with a sly and cunning smile, approaches you and calmly demands the flower. His voice, laced with a subtle threat, as he reminds you of Muzan's power and the consequences of defying him. Gyokko, confident in his abilities as a member of the Twelve Kizuki, might not hesitate to take the flower forcibly if you resists.

Gyutaro

As you presents the blue spider lily, Gyutaro's cold demeanour shifts momentarily. His eyes, usually filled with malice, widen with a glint of anticipation. The discovery of the elusive flower, the key to allowing demons to walk in the sun, is a revelation of immense significance.

Gyutaro, realizing the importance of this find, extends his hand to take the blue spider lily from your. His voice, usually cold and detached, might take on a more calculated and focused tone as he expresses the significance of the flower to Muzan Kibutsuji. He may explain that Muzan has been searching for the blue spider lily for centuries, and this discovery could be a game-changer for their kind.

While Gyutaro is known for his cruelty, his loyalty to Muzan is unwavering. In this situation, he would prioritize delivering the blue spider lily to Muzan over any personal feelings or attachments. You witness Gyutaro's dedication to Muzan's goals as he takes the flower, possibly with a menacing smile or a chilling remark about the consequences of crossing their leader.

Daki

Upon learning about your possession of the Blue Spider Lily, Daki will initially feign friendliness or interest, attempting to manipulate the situation to her advantage. She would use her charm and persuasive skills to convince you to hand it over willingly, perhaps even offering false promises or benefits in return.

Once she has the Blue Spider Lily in her possession, Daki would likely prioritize her loyalty to Muzan. Daki is fiercely loyal to Muzan, and he has been searching for the Blue Spider Lily for centuries, she would likely see it as her duty to deliver the flower to him. He will be so proud of her she can feel it.

Daki will betray your trust, revealing her true intentions and swiftly taking the Blue Spider Lily to deliver it to Muzan. This could lead to a tense and dramatic confrontation between you and Daki, as you realizes you have been deceived by the demon you thought you could trust.

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꒰synopsis—wc꒱ in which you attempt to run away. 1101 words.

꒰warnings꒱ yandere character, minor character death, violence, reader is a fatuus, not fully edited.

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“Humans.” There’s a melodic sigh built into the word, condescending, and unnaturally calm for the violence he's threatening you with. “I suppose that it’s just a part of your nature, acting out like this—but are you really deprived to the point where it’s impossible to resist the temptation?”

“I’m sorry.” You repeat, for seemingly the hundredth time already, voice strained and struggling to breathe—suffocated by the weight of his body atop your chest and the feeling of fingers digging into the soft skin of your neck. “Scaramouche, please. I’m sorry, I’m really–I’m really sorry.”

Tears flow freely down your cheeks, the skin scuffed and scraped up during your attempt to get away from him, voice failing as you desperately repeat this new mantra of yours. His fingers readjust, and you’re painfully hyper aware of the movement, shutting you up as his face contorts into something more akin to a wild animal than the collected Harbinger you’d once worked for.

Electricity sparks at his fingertips, tickling your chin as his gaze shifts to your eyes, giving you a front-row view to the blatant rage swimming within them. You were drowning within them, or at least that’s what it felt like—depth within them that threatened to swallow you whole, destroying any signifier of your presence. If you didn’t manage to calm him down, he would, the pounding of your heart only becoming louder at the realization.

“You shouldn’t have betrayed me.” He says, simply, matter-of-factly, although there’s still a quiver within his tone—as if he, himself if attempting to justify his actions—as if he, himself is still attempting to steel his resolve, to gather the strength necessary to kill you in cold blood, to walk away from your lifeless body and pretend that he had never truly cared for you, after all. “I’m the one for you. Or, at least, I was supposed to be. Me. Me. I’ve given you everything—and you still… You still associated with such filth—still attempted to throw it all away. Ungrateful wretch.”

“I—”

“What does he have that I don’t? Huh?”

Even without a name, you already know who he’s referring to. And he knows that you know, too, because he remains unnaturally quiet, forcing himself to wait for an answer before continuing with his rampage, watching as you stare into his eyes like a deer in headlights.

‘A lot of things.’ Those words bubble within your head almost immediately, sick and twisted and taunting you with the fact that they’re painfully true—taunting you with the fact that you'd dare not admit this truth if you have any sort of value for your life, grip beginning to tighten around your throat. ꒰Almost robotic, you note, as if the motion had been programmed into him.꒱ ‘For one, he wouldn’t be threatening to kill me.’

But you bite your lip as the words surface to your tongue, attempting to battle their way through gritted teeth, to surely condemn you if the sentiment were allowed to reach Scaramouche’s ears. “I don’t know,” is the answer you settle on, desperation seeping into the cracks of your tone, grating on your ears as his fingers twitch. “I don’t know what got into me! I was acting irrationally—stupidly!”

And those words, falsified as they are, at least sound more agreeable—and if there’s anything you’ve learned during your imprisonment under the Balladeer, was that agreeable got your punishments lightened, was that agreeable was the only viable method of dealing with his volatility.

Much to your distress, however, he does not release you, electricity permeating your skin as the adrenaline running through your veins begins to fail you. Sucking in air feels impossible, and your eyes have blown wide, struggling to watch his expression as he hangs his head. The dotted, green canopy of leaves above does nothing to ease your terror.

… You’d anticipated death before, imagined it a hundred different ways, known that you’d fall into its cold clutches one day—but the thought of finally embracing it causes your blood to curdle.

There’s silence, for a few seconds, only the sound of your labored breaths filling your ears, until a weight is abruptly lifted off of your chest. Your lungs fill with air, sending your coughing and sputtering as you roll to the side, saliva dripping down your face in what you’re sure is a shameful display—though you’re hardly in a state of mind to care. Scaramouche does not wait for you to collect yourself before he speaks.

“Look at yourself. And to think you even had the gall to act out. Perhaps I’d spoiled you too much.” You wipe the sides of your mouth in a desperate attempt to save face, glancing back at your tormenter as you clutch at the ground. “Pathetic.”

Without any sort of warning, you’re pulled up to your feet by two soldiers, arms folded behind your back as you’re dragged back the way you came, his estate standing out against the backdrop of trees. A small voice apologizes to you among shouts of commands, a fellow Fatuus, back when you were still recognized as something other than the plaything of the Sixth. They must pity you, you’re certain, but the very notion has you near seething—because what use is there to apologizing when they’re still helping your captor?

He has them bring you to his chambers once you return, humiliated in front of all the servants as the door slams shut in your face. You don’t see him for the rest of that night, though the screaming of the cook you'd gotten close to—who actually assisted you, who actually cared about you—leaves nothing for the imagination.

An example, not just for you, but for anybody who might’ve considered helping you in the future. Despite the grandeur of the room, you find yourself defensively curled up on a corner of the bed, staining the white sheets with a mixture of dirt and blood.

When a maid timidly enters in the morning, she doesn’t utter a single word—doesn’t even look you in the eyes as she helps you clean yourself. Nobody does.

… Except, of course, for your ‘beloved’, who seems more than content enough to revel within your misery, wiping the tears off your cheeks when you begin to cry—sadistically cooing when you beg him for mercy, reminding you that he’s already done so by simply sparing your life. Your schedule is filled with all sorts of menial chores in what you assume is an attempt to keep you from running off again—though it’s hard to even fathom the possibility when pools of indigo watch over your every move.

You’ve never felt so alone.

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im-not-corrupted · 10 months

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A sequel to this Dreamling fic here, though this can be read as a standalone. Written for @merry-moody-missy, who requested I write more and get the two of them together. Also, thanks to @samsalami66, who gave me a prompt (that felt more like a fic outline, but that’s great too XD) for this fic.

Edit: Part one and two are now on Ao3!

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Dream came to him more often, after that.

Once a month became once a fortnight. He wasn’t half as reserved these days as he typically was; if anything, he seemed to be even more comfortable in Hob’s presence, now. It was rather wonderful to witness for Hob, who, for the longest time, knew Dream only as his distant Stranger. A far star, unreachable. A sun for him to orbit, but a sun who would only bless him with light once a century.

Every two weeks, Dream appeared beside him at some point in the day. It didn’t matter where; he’d often appear at the back of Hob’s classes while he was working, entirely unnoticed by his students. Or he would materialise next to him and fall into step as Hob walked home, content to follow in silence, or to listen as Hob recounted his day.

The first time he did that, stepping up next to Hob when the space beside him had been previously empty—well, the first time scared him half to death, naturally. That simply wasn’t the kind of thing one grew to expect, even after living for nearly seven centuries.

(He didn’t care. In fact, Hob looked upon that day with fondness, a grin upon his face, because that was the first time he’d heard Dream laugh.

He didn’t have a particular lovely laugh. It wasn’t melodic, or sweet. It wasn’t the kind of thing you expected to be a sound of joy at all, really—if Hob tried his best, he’d only be able to describe it as an awful, croaking thing, terrifying and perhaps the least lovely thing he’d heard before—but Hob didn’t care at all, because Dream laughed.

Loudly, and without abandon. Rosebud lips had spread wide in a smile that stole Hob’s heart entirely, and the joy in his eyes was unmatched. There, stood in the middle of a London street with laughter in his face and sunlight catching his stray hairs—well, he was beautiful, and Hob found himself falling.)

(No. No, that wasn’t true. He found himself falling for Dream a long time ago. He was already so far gone for him; hearing him laugh had merely made him fall further, and he hadn’t known such a thing was possible.)

Today, Dream appeared in his apartment—only, this time, he did so before Hob was about to sleep.

Which…wasn’t a problem. Not at all. Sleep didn’t matter, not when Dream was there. He would gladly drop anything and everything, if Dream wanted him to. If his friend wanted his time and his energy. All of it was his anyway; he needed only to ask.

(And he did ask, these days. Indirectly, naturally—Matthew somehow gained the job of messenger raven, and would often fly to the Waking world for the sole purpose of seeing Hob and delivering a message.

The message was usually short. A quick, Boss asks if you’re free today?, and Hob would reply, Let him know I am before quickly cancelling his plans.

Dream still didn’t ask for what he needed. But he still asked, in a round-about Dream kind of way, and Hob? Hob was proud of him. He remembered all too easily the pain on his face when he thought he burdened Hob with his affections; he could only imagine what it took for his friend to be able to ask whether he was busy or not, after that.)

“Dream,” he said, blinking at the being who materialised at the foot of his bed. To his credit, his heart didn’t so much as stutter, proof that he was used to Dream simply appearing out of nowhere. Proof that they truly were friends, now, after so many centuries of him wanting exactly that.

(They were friends. He couldn’t quite believe it, sometimes. They were friends, and Dream didn’t shy away from that title when Hob gave it to him. If anything, he seemed proud of it, like the title of ‘friend’ was an honour.)

(It certainly was for Hob, at least, so he understood that.)

Dream stared at him for a moment, blinking slowly, cat-like. He didn’t seem at all surprised to see Hob underneath his duvet, which—seemed fair. He still didn’t have much of a clue what Dream was, for it didn’t matter, but he knew now that it had to do with a place called the Dreaming—his realm, which certainly gave Hob a bit of an existential crisis the first time he heard that—and sleep. Perhaps he had a second sense for when people were about to sleep. It wouldn’t be the strangest thing Hob had seen him do.

”Hob,” he said, then frowned. Some of that old hesitance kept him from saying much else for a moment, but he eventually asked, “I did not think…Is this a bad time?”

Progress, Hob thought, and shot a grin in his friend’s direction. Dream was making progress, small and still so, so important, and he was simply glad to be a part of it. “Not at all,” he promised, because this was Dream. Dream, who owned his heart entirely by this point, who Hob would gladly dedicate every waking moment of his days to if he could. If his friend would appreciate that, if he would even want that.

That hesitance held him in place for a second longer, but that was all. His floor-length, high-collared coat disappeared, shadow replacing the impossibly soft material of it before vanishing entirely, leaving Dream in a long-sleeved top (black, of course) that felt so casual on him.

(He’d seen Dream without his coat many times before, now. Another testament to the fact that Dream felt comfortable—safe, even—with him. It still startled him, though, and it never failed to make warmth bloom behind his ribs. This—this vulnerability, his desire to abandon armour when with Hob—was another display of trust, and Hob wouldn’t get over that any time soon.

Dream trusted him. It was a fragile thing, that trust, not at all suited for Hob’s bloodied and calloused hands. He’d had many years to practise gentleness, though, and he used it with this; with Dream’s trust, a gift offered so painstakingly.)

And then Dream was moving, climbing onto the bed and tucking himself into Hob’s side. One half of his body ended up entirely on top of Hob’s, his face buried into the crook of his neck, and let out a soft, contented sigh.

It tickled the skin of his neck a little, but Hob hardly cared. How could he, when he turned his head to the side and found himself face to face with Dream’s feather-soft hair, when Dream’s arm came to wrap around his waist?

He chuckled softly. His heart felt so full, all of a sudden, his fondness for this strange and lovely creature lay on top of him almost overwhelming. There wasn’t enough room behind his rib cage for it all, for the adoration pouring from his heart in waves. He brushed his fingers through Dream’s feather-soft hair, the smile on his face growing wider as his friend burrowed further into him, and, without thinking, he said gently, “Yeah, dove, I love you too. And I missed you dearly.”

Missed you dearly wasn’t quite enough. It didn’t explain the way he missed Dream like an ache, in those two weeks he was off doing whatever the ruler of an entire realm did. But it was true enough, so he let the words hang in the air. Dream deserved to know he was missed when he wasn’t around; deserved to know Hob thought about him, even in the louder moments where his head was so busy. Missed you dearly didn’t quite fit, but it said enough.

It was only when Dream’s head snapped up in a movement faster than anything Hob had seen from him before, ocean eyes almost comically wide and lips parted slightly, that Hob realised what he said.

I love you too. It wasn’t a lie. He didn’t think he was capable of that, even subconsciously, when it came to Dream. Always, his heart has been laid bare before him, every little thing it contained inside free for his viewing. Hob made little attempt to keep it hidden. His fondness, his adoration, always slipped into his voice unbidden. Experience told him every attempt to mask it would fall short; there was simply too much to keep it trapped behind his ribs. It was always his friend’s choice whether or not he took it at face value or not.

He did love Dream. Loved him like he loved life; endlessly, with more depth than he thought himself capable of putting into words. Though he wasn’t much of a poet, he would try, if Dream asked that of him. He would do much for his dearest friend, his Stranger, if only he asked.

”Love me,” Dream murmured softly. He sounded almost disbelieving, as though he hadn’t thought of himself as something able to be loved. That thought rang too true for Hob’s comfort; he had to stop himself from holding Dream closer, unwilling to make him uncomfortable in an attempt to offer comfort. “You have. Said this before.”

Not in quite so many words, Hob thought, but yes. He had. Never apologise for wanting to be loved, he told Dream, and that was another admittance in and of itself, wasn’t it? It was an I love you, and I’m happy to do so, and a request; Let me love you, I want, it was always yours anyway.

Fear coiled in his stomach, a poison almost potent enough to stop him from answering entirely. But he met Dream’s gaze and saw the impression of new stars within them; he met his eyes and saw a fragile kind of hope. Fear or not, his dearest friend deserved to know he was loved.

“Yes,” he answered gently. Perhaps he’d run, now, leave Hob as he had in 1889. That, Hob thought, would be alright. It’d hurt, but it’d be alright. Dream would come back to him, just as he had once every month before, and now every fortnight. That knowledge was just enough to make the worst of that fear melt away, and to loosen his tongue. “I love you dearly. With everything I am. Doesn’t have to change anything if you don’t want it to—I don’t want anything from you that you aren’t willing to give, I promise you that.”

A furrow appeared between his friend’s brow. That hope didn’t leave his eyes, even despite the confusion that joined it. “Why would you tell me this, then, if you did not want reciprocation from me?”

Hob ached, suddenly, at the confusion in Dream’s voice. Had nobody loved him without expectation before? Had nobody loved him simply for the sake of loving him, because they couldn’t do anything else? “Let me rephrase,” he said gently, and he sat up. Dream frowned further at being disturbed, though said frown disappeared fast enough when Hob cupped his face. “I would kill to have you feel the same for me. It would be so many centuries of pining resolved in a mere moment; I would love for nothing more than you to love me back. But I don’t expect you to. I didn’t tell you I love you expecting you to say the same. I told you I love you simply because you deserve to hear it; nothing more, nothing less.”

Silence hung heavy between them for a moment, in which Dream simply stared at him without moving a muscle at all and Hob grew increasingly conscious about the fact that he was still very much holding Dream’s face in his hands.

He was about ready to let go, no doubt followed by an awkward apology, but Dream said slowly, “You are. A strange creature, Hob Gadling. I continuously find myself baffled by you.”

Quietly, Hob laughed. “I’ll take that as a compliment then, love.” His hands fell from Dream’s face, only for his friend to catch them by his wrists.

”And,” Dream continued, slow and stilted, and Hob froze. Dream’s skin against his, not quite a normal body temperature, was different when initiated by Dream himself. It meant more, somehow. “And. You are not alone. In your feelings.”

Hob was fairly sure his heart stopped in his chest at that. Just for a moment. In his defence, this moment did feel particularly heart stopping. Important enough to fling his own world off its axis.

When he found himself capable of thought again, he asked, barely able to contain the joy pouring from his heart in waves, “Are you saying what I think you’re saying, Dream?”

”I am saying,” he said heavily, severely, like this moment was as important to him as it was to Hob, “that I adore you, Hob Gadling. That you are a comfort I did not expect to find. That your arms are a place of safety, that I find comfort in your presence, that you are a fresh breath of air after so long spent underwater. I am saying that your continued friendship is an honour, one I am eternally grateful for; I am saying that you baffle me entirely, your joy for life and your willingness to love me, and that love is too small a term to label the depths of my feelings towards you, but it is enough for now.”

Hob stared at him, wide-eyed. His heart spilled over, everything it contained too much, and all of it Dream’s. All of it, shared by Dream, too. “Christ, love,” he said, his voice light with elation. A sob caught in his chest as his hand, still held by the wrist in Dream’s grasp, came up to play with the raven hair at the nape of his friend’s neck, as he pulled Dream into a kiss.

It was gentle. Barely a hint of pressure at all, for fear he’d perhaps misunderstood. But Dream made a noise against his lips, surprised yet pleased, and kisses back eagerly, an answer to a question Hob didn’t realise he’d asked.

Eventually, though everything in him screamed against it, too lost in the sensation of Dream’s mouth against his own and Dream’s hands clutching at the thin top he wore for bed, he pulled back for breath. Dream gazed at him, eyes so dark they were almost black. Hob could see the stars so clearly, now, and found himself breathless for another reason entirely.

Awed, he said, ”You’re beautiful.” His thumb stroked the skin underneath Dream’s eye, reverent and worshipful, and Dream practically preened.

At some point, he lay back down, taking his friend—Dream, his Stranger, who he had loved for centuries and who loved him in return—with him. He tucked himself against Hob’s side, knee wedges between Hob’s legs and an arm thrown over his waist. The duvet was pulled over up to both their shoulders, and Hob let himself kiss the crown of his head.

He needed to sleep. He was tired, his head a little foggy. But elation kept his chest light, and there was enough joy in his veins to last a lifetime. They’d have to talk tomorrow, Hob knew that, but they’d figure that out.

For now, this—this was enough. More than enough.

”I love you,” he said again. His eyes slipped shut.

Sleep would come difficult, with the way his heart felt so full, but that was alright. A small price to pay for the way Dream shifted against him before pressing feather-soft lips against his cheek, whispering, “And I you, beloved,” before settling back in place again.

Hob slept eventually. And when he did, he dreamt of Dream.

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BULLETPROOF LOVE

[dazai osamu x gn!reader]

‘it was the best time of my life, but now i sleep alone’

in which dazai is forced to ruin the only true love he’s ever had.

genre: angst

content warnings: mild language, description of being poisoned, death

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we used to laugh until we choked, into the wasted nights…

you two were in your backyard, drinks in hand, starry sky glowing, laughing the night away. this was a moment you never wanted to end, but since you couldn’t freeze time, you’d cherish it. cherish his bright, infectious smile and melodic laugh, his warm hand on your thigh, squeezing it for support as you two found escape in each other, able to have a time where you could be yourselves and not have a care in the world.

the taste of you and me will never leave my lips again, under the blinding rain…

you both were soaked, the rain causing your shirts to cling to your skin, an uncomfortable sensation. but neither of you could care less, not when you’d smashed your lips onto his as if the world depended on it. you could feel the initial surprise and hesitation, but soon enough his arms were around your waist, squeezing you with a warmth you’d longed to feel from him for years.

oh, the memories. those moments you would cherish forever. those moments that lead you here, seated at a nice restaurant, your senses occupied by the beautiful man sitting in front of you, the silk glove on your hand that your nails slightly rustled against as you reached for your almost empty wine, which smelled sweet like blackberries, the taste in your mouth still lingering from when dazai had kissed you mere moments ago, and the piano you could hear faintly in the background. as you finished the last drop of wine you had, a server came to hand you the bill, and soon enough dazai was walking you home. hand in hand, smiling in the comfortable silence, you eventually make it to your doorstep. after you bid him farewell, you notice you have a headache, but just ignore it, assuming it’s from migraines. you instead make way to your couch after you change into something comfortable, deciding to read.

at some point when you were sitting on your couch, you realised you felt much too abnormal to just be experiencing migraines. your heartbeat began to increase, your head was pounding, and your vision was just barely blurred. not to mention you felt like you had to puke, which is exactly what you did, though it was made difficult since your body felt as if it just gave up on attempting any movement. after your feeling of nausea was gone, you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, seeing the sweat on your face, bangs clinging to your forehead, yet you felt freezing. as you splashed water from your sink on your face in hopes of it making you feel better, you were wondering what happened. it was already obvious to you that you were poisoned, but when? and why?

then it hit you. no wonder dazai seemed a little stiff when you kissed him goodbye and said you’d see him later. you’d never be seeing him again. you sigh, getting one last good look at yourself before you walk out the bathroom. what does one do in their last moments? eat? watch tv? just sleep? write? actually, that’s perfect. write a note to…dazai? you might as well give a farewell to your soon to be ex-lover.

the poison was really getting to you now, you were barely hanging on. you write the last few words in your mind as you feel yourself fade out of consciousness, your loose grip on the gold pen and wobbly letters you wrote being the last thing you see.

it’s fourteen o’clock. dazai has been staring at the wall of his dim, unkempt room since eleven. he knows you’re dead. he knows he did it. he knows he has to go take care of your limp body at some point, and he’s been telling himself it’d be better to get it over with quick since he woke up at three am, thoughts of you haunting him. but luckily, hours of brooding was all he needed to finally think himself prepared to go to your house and face what he’d done.

as he approaches the all too familiar beige house, his steps slow down, trying to prolong his entry through your white door for as long as possible, scared. but eventually his feet guided him to your doorstep. he grabbed the key you’d given him months prior out of his pocket, turning it in the lock and hesitating before he opened the door. his eyes immediately spotted your body, and he wanted so badly to run over there and shake you and scream at you, in some hope that you may still be alive. but he wasn’t going to be delusional. he knew that wasn’t a possibility. not with what he’d slipped into your wine, the same wine he secretly hoped you’d maybe be suddenly repulsed by and ignore, unknowingly saving yourself. after he’s done staring at your corpse, he notices a pen not far from your limp hand. then he notices a letter. and it says ‘TO DAZAI’ in big letters on the top. he cautiously walked over to the letter, as if he was scared of it. and to be honest, he was. scared of what it’d say, scared of how you’d obviously figured out he poisoned you and how much you’d resent him for it. yet he still picks it up, eyes reading over it carefully.

‘by the time you’re reading this, i’ll already be gone. my love for you was bulletproof, so you used poison instead. you always did manage to find a way to do things. but i forgive you, and i'll always love you.’

dazai’s eyes linger on those last few words, wishing he could finally not be a coward and say them to you, show you the commitment you deserved. god, he was such a fuck up, he thought. as memories of you at your best, worst, and everything in between passed through his head, his eyes unwillingly glided over to your face, your closed eyes decorated with beautiful lashes and a perfect ray of sunshine. tears were begging to leave his eyes, but he wouldn’t let them. he didn’t deserve to cry over you, why would he? he was your murderer.

a/n: i think i cried writing this bro 😭 and i wrote this while i was watching oda die again so like i was ugly crying so hard, mascara running down my cheeks nd everything 💀 hope y’all liked this !! and i left the reason dazai had to poison reader unexplained on purpose, i might elaborate on it later tho </3

credits to @/saradika-graphics for dividers !! reblogs are appreciated :)

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haru-natsuka · 27 days

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Second Male Leads Are all Yanderes but I Won't Rest Until I Win My Love Back (Female Reader x OCs)

CHAPTER 2

Story will start after synopsis

Every second male lead who appeared in this world had a hidden yandere side that can emerge at any moment and turn them into a twisted and obsessive villain.

As someone with a severe case of the "second male lead syndrome", you are determined to pursue your love for the second male lead, leaving the original male lead to become the second.

While you were busy chasing after the second male lead, the original male lead kept on bothering you and trying to get you to choose him instead.

"Don't you dare to come any closer!" You snap at the original male lead, your tone sharp and firm.

"Oh, and who's going to stop me? You?" The yandere stares at you, a menacing look in their eyes, as their body slowly moves closer.

"Too close! Step back!"

"Your words mean nothing to me. You can't control me. I will come as close as I please, you can't stop me."

As if a yandere was not enough, when you chose to ignore the original male lead, another second male lead suddenly entered your life, further complicating the situation.

The yandere and the upcoming second male lead both seem determined to have you for themselves, and they were both very possessive and pushy in their approaches to you.

You just wanted to be happy with your true love. Yandere or not, you would stick with your crush!

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CHAPTER 2: THE REJECTION

"It's alright Adrian. My love is only for you" His eyes widened as you wiped his tears away, your unexpected gesture making him feel even more loved and cherished.

"I know and that's the reason that I love you too, Y/N. Your love is the only one I desire"

Although his tone had cracked slightly due to his tear and emotion, he spoke with sincerity and genuine heartfelt affection toward you, as he acknowledged and accepted your feelings towards him. His words carried a gentle and caring presence but also a sense of affection and love as he held your chin, gently drawing your face closer towards him and gave you a sweet kiss and!-

... If only Adrian would reply with such a kind and accepting response, you would had screamed in joy. You would welcome death out of happiness. It had been countless time since you confess your love to him but his reply had always remained the same...

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Adrian replied, his tones were gentle and empathetic as he smile apologetically. "But... I appreciate your confession" He continued, only replying out of courtesy.

A tissue would not be enough to amend your broken heart. Where was the bucket for your tears to collect all of your pain and sorrow? This harsh reality was too much to bear. You wanted to weep due to this rejection!

You wiped the crocodile tears at the corner of your eyes with your handkerchief. Whenever, there was involvement of Adrian, you would be this extra dramatic. It was not like you did not know the result, but it hurts too much to face your real emotion.

"I figure you will reject me, Adrian," You hide the lower half of your face with the handkerchief as you stared at the ground in pretend despair. "What to do... fate do this awful things to us but I will not succumb to such awful setup! That's why please be patient in receiving my confession again. I'm confident with my endless dedication, you will eventually accept me."

You took Adrian's hands in yours and shook them excitedly up and down. It was a little rude but your crush was too kind to reject your action. Instead of being mad at you, he simply smiled and lightly let his fingers the back of your hands as a soft chuckle escaped from his lips. It was so melodic with the "ha ha ha" rhyme. A true masterpiece!

'My man is a true angel! No, angels are existed because of him!'

He understood you were simply trying to cheer him up after the unfortunate event of earlier. He could heard his close friend and crush were still engaging in a conversation that he never wanted to hear.

Why they did it when he was with them? Should he be happy for his best friends happiness? Then, what about his happiness? Squeezing your hands in response to his sadness as he looked back at you, still maintaining the soft smile that never reached his eyes.

"Thank you, Y/N, for being by my side" Adrian sincerely said from the bottom of his heart but still, you dislike the look of his that about to cry. Your lips formed a smirk as you decided to tease Adrian, a hint of mischief in your tone as you chose to brighten your crush's mood.

"Is that an invitation for me to be by your side 24/7 per hour?" You asked playfully, eyes twinkling with delight as you pull his hands closer to you.

"Not that long though." He chuckled, "You cannot enter the boy's dormitory."

"I can disguise as one!" You giggled as you imagined the possibilities. "We can even share a room and spend the night together! Just thinking about getting to talk with you till night make my blood rush..." His cheeks reddened slightly at the words you had just said without much thought.

He released your hold on his hands, gently running his fingers through your dark brown hair as he removed some leaves that stuck from your hiding early. His gestures were gentle and caring, as if he was handling a delicate porcelain doll. This was the guy you always loved, gentle, considerate and kind. Happiness and affection welling within you as he continued to run his fingers through your hair.

"A young lady like yourself should not spend the night with a man alone, and you will immediately get caught by the guard, Y/N. A pretty lady like you would be too radiant for a person to ignore" Adrian warm warning and compliment made you blush more. You could not help but to stare at his beautiful pair of blue eyes.

'Did Adrian just call me pretty? I can feel flowers blooming in my heart! Is that even possible?'

Instead of spending time with his close friends like usual, that day, Adrian spent his entire day with you. He even drew a portrait of you beautifully, depicting the rich dark brown of your hair. The portrait was so lifelike that it looked as if it had been taken from a photo.

However, you were born with dark brown eyes, just bit lighter from your hair colour. It was not hard to get the colour right given Adrian dedication for his paintings.

'But why, Adrian? My eyes are not purple like Liesel...'

You tempted to rip the painting apart but it was a gift by Adrian. He consciously rejected you and even he subconscious mind did the same. You still kept the painting carefully in your diary... only after you poke holes at the eyes area. The painting look creepy with hollow pair of eyes, but it was better than having those purple things staring into your soul.

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beautifulloverwitch · 10 months

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By Fire, Sea and Blood

The untold tale of an approaching collapse

Act I Chapter thirteen: depths

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Summary: Rhaenyra’s outburst had pushed away her eldest daughter, sending her off to wander, an action Daenerys has always claimed she was smart at doing. A curious thought lingered in everyone’s mind at her committal, what stupid thing must she have done that would leave her dead?

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Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Daenerys Velaryon (Strong! Oc)

WC: 5k+

Warnings: Child Violence, Child death, implied death.

Masterlist

Aemond had left the hall seeing that his mother had left a while ago, seemingly distraught, his brother after downing all the wine he could pass through his gullet and entertaining every lord's assumptions was dragged back to his chambers, at his Grandsires command he would venture. And his sister, she had vanished, scurrying off to her chambers mere moments after the committal.

He had heard all of the guesses the nobles had made as they wondered what had become of her. Each one seeming more terrible than the last, but none was worse than the one that Aegon endlessly entertained.

He had said that she had longed to have a dragon and in her attempts to claim one, she was spurned.

Aemond refused to believe such a thing to be true, she was more Valyrian than her brothers and even they had -by some miracle- claimed dragons of their own. And he knows Daenerys, he recalls who she was at least, she was not stupid, she had warned him before of the danger of attempting to claim a dragon such as Vhagar, or any dragon for that matter.

‘No dragon is worth a life.’

He closed his eye as he heard her voice, still remembering their last exchange, the last words she had kindly spoken to him, the last time he had felt the warm embrace of her kindness.

Why did it have to be her?

He stopped in his tracks as he heard the frantic and distressed whispers coming from his sister's room.

He looked inside through the small crack, gasping as he saw her sat beneath the window sill, rocking back and forth as she held her head in her hands. Her fingers digging into her skull.

Aemond burst inside his voice gentle as he called out for his sister “Helaena?”

“This cannot be, this cannot be true,” she muttered, her eyes agape as she stared ahead of herself in terror.

He followed her gaze but saw nothing but an empty floor before him. He again moved closer his hands in front of him as though approaching a frightened animal “Helaena, sister, what is wrong?” he asked, as he slowly knelt beside her.

“The Darkness called, the tides have roared…” she trailed off, shaking her head as she whined out “where is she? How can this be?” she asked no one in particular, her kind and soft face ailed by fear “she can’t be gone, the branch… the branch of red.”

His brows knitted together, realising who she was talking about in between her ramblings.

He moved to rest his hand on her arm but she flinched away “this can’t be, This can’t be!” she wailed, the often melodic sound of her voice torn apart by her sobs and cries.

He pursed his lips, ignoring the stray tear that passed through the jagged scar across his cheek “Helaena… I’m sorry.”

“She will rise thrice more, she will rise and break away, she must, she has to, she needs to,” she muttered quickly, trying to deny what had happened only hours ago.

“Aemond?”

He looked over his shoulder, seeing his uncommonly dishevelled mother, wet patches staining her cheeks, likely the tears she could not wipe away. Her hair a mess down her shoulders, her hands tucked beneath her sleeves as she clasped them in front of her, the once shining star on her chest now seemed dull.

Alicent looked from him to the crying Helaena, her heart breaking all over again beneath the pressure of guilt.

“I tried… I tried to comfort her,” he told his mother, looking over her form worriedly “mother? Are you well?”

“I could not find rest, but I am well now,” she explained with a tight smile on her dry lips, not meeting her red eyes “Get your rest Aemond, I shall look after Helaena.”

Helaena shuddered, curling into herself further as she continued to mumble.

Aemond was reluctant to obey his mother, wanting to stay in case either of them needed him, but he would not disobey.

He gave her a nod, placing a quick kiss to Helaenas forehead and another upon his mothers as he walked her way before leaving for his chambers.

As he locked the door, he thought he would enjoy it, the silence, the sounds of the heavy rain hitting the stone outside. But he could only feel her absence, even greater than ever before.

He had long realised he was fool to think that he could ever forget her. He had missed her, he had missed her so terribly, he should have never had to lose her to gain his dragon. It is because of them that he had lost her that night, and now, forever. He still remembers his excitement afterwards, how eager he was to show her that he had done it, that he had succeeded, and she could as well. Instead, those fools had to make a fuss over the trivial matter and forced her to choose.

He refused to weep, and instead he basked in his loathing for them, streams of tears slipping down his hot cheeks.

Two months ago…

Daenerys stepped out onto the familiar stoney field again, it had been a long time since she had been there. The sky was a hue of reds and purples as the sun began to peer up from beneath the horizon. Fiddling with the hilt of her fathers dagger strapped to her side clumsily with a piece of fabric, On a pleasant day she would have hopped about the chasms of steam, but today her heart was stricken with a dull sorrow and stinging betrayal.

Her mothers words rang uncomfortably within her mind, how hateful her voice had sounded towards father, how angry she was with Daenerys’s sorrow for him.

Daenerys could not control how long this grief had lasted, and how could she? Laenor was her beloved father, no amount of time was enough to grieve him correctly. It had been months but what had happened to him was still so clear in her mind.

Her hands clenched tightly around the dagger as she recalled his screams, halting in her tracks as she shivered in this humid atmosphere.

It had been months and she had yet to move on, why should she just because everyone else had?

‘Mourn all you wish but this grief will not slow me down.’

Daenerys huffed kicking a small stone in her path before lifting the blue skirt of her dress to climb the wall of boulders before her.

What had she expected? Daenerys did not know how to grieve, she did not know how long it should last, but she knew that a few months was not enough.

She slid down the hill of boulders, wincing as she felt the stones dig into her skin.

She supposed slowness was not something to be proud of, slowness leaves one vulnerable, slowness leaves one weak. She frowned as she recalled how slow she was to see the truth behind Aemonds guise, how blind she was to his cruelty, her slowness and foolishness led to her dear brothers and beloved cousins getting hurt. Her slowness had allowed for her fathers murderer to get away.

Her face began to redden with anger and shame, her stubbornness fighting against admitting the truth, that her mother was right.

She gripped the daggers handle tightly, reminding herself there was no excuse to spit on someone's memory.

She lifted her saddened gaze up from the ground, stilling in her tracks as she saw three familiar figures sat behind a boulder that overlooked the dragon caves ahead.

It was Ellis, Baldwin and Alwyn, who were oddly paying no mind to the caves. Ellis glanced over her shoulder and noticed Daenerys standing afar, her lips curled upwards excitedly, rising from the ground catching the boy's attention.

Ellis waved at her “AY! YOU!”

Daenerys tensed as she saw them, it had been a long while since she had last encountered them, she was surprised they still remembered her. She slyly hid her dagger in between the layers of cloth wrapped around her hips, pulling short strands of hair in front of her face, hoping that her dress was dirty enough for them not to suspect anything.

She was surprised by the happy look on Ellis’s face, whose face was often sour. Ellis ushered her towards the overlook “the dragons haven’t come out yet, wait with us!” she invited.

Daenerys pondered the offer, but supposed there was nothing wrong with it, a nice distraction would serve her well, she had missed seeing the free dragons take to the sky without a care to bind them to the world.

She leaned against the rock, missing how the boys seemed to lean down, trying to catch a better glance of her shrouded face.

Mouse shook away his curiosity, his voice unsure and nervous as he asked her “what’s brought you here?”

Daenerys shrugged in answer, trying to buy herself some time to come up with an acceptable answer.

Ellis laid down closely beside her “you’ve been missing quite a while.”

“I was busy, I couldn’t come around,” she answered, trying to seem indifferent to their questions as she stared at the dark caves.

“Doing what?” Mouse continued to pry.

Ellis smirked, gesturing for him to stop “That don’t matter, we’re all here for the dragons, not each other’s business aren’t we…” she grimaced as she searched her mind for a name she had yet to be given “Nameless are you?”

Daenerys quickly answered “Rys.”

Ellis fell silent, seemingly annoyed, a chilling look flashing across her face as she mouthed a quiet ‘are you?’ her eyes skimming over what she could see of Daenerys’s face, but they lingered a moment too long on her shrouded eyes “let’s wait.”

Daenerys slightly frowned at her expression before looking back towards the caves.

Ellis gestured for Mouse to lay down beside her, while Baldwin went to lay closely beside Daenerys, who squirmed at the proximity but would not complain.

“Where’s Lory? And Bertie?” she asked.

Ellis shrugged, a pointed look on her face as she leaned her cheek against her hand, paying no mind to the caves but at the side of Daenerys’s face as she spat “too scared to come.”

Daenerys could feel Ellis’s hot breath brushing her cheek, bowing her head further down as she stared up at the caves from beneath her lashes “they seem to be taking a while,” she pointed out, trying to cut through this unnerving silence.

“Lets busy ourselves while we wait shall we?” Ellis asked, a forced note of jovialness laced within her voice “Us girls, I ‘eard much gossip these past few moons.”

Daenerys’s brows shot up “Gossip?”

Ellis's playfulness seemed to fall away, seemingly outraged. “Gossip is not a privilege that only belongs to them highborns.”

Daenerys turned to look at her, frantically denying “I never said it did.”

Ellis upper lip twitched before turning to look back at the cave again.

Daenerys’s eyes lingered on Ellis’s face, alarmed by the frustration, the anger, and the excitement that wrinkled her freckled face. Warily following her gaze and turning her attention back towards the caves

“Anyhow, let me go on, so… a merchant came from Driftmark months ago, told us of the son of the sea snake's murder, a terrible tragedy,” she told the girl who had already long known about this. A happiness seemed to whelm Ellis as she spoke that news.

‘Serves you well, the gods were bound to make you pay for taking what was mine,’ Ellis thought to herself, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lip.

Daenerys squirmed at the mention, not catching the satisfied smirk sweeping Ellis’s face. Her hand resting upon the bump where her fathers dagger was, stroking it comfortingly, an apology to her father for staying silent.

Mouse chimed in “i ‘eard he had his throat slashed at the festival!”

Baldwin argued loudly from beside Daenerys, shouting in her ear “stupid who ever told ya that,” he chided before giving his own account of events “The father struck him down, I heard he was a man of despicable nature.”

Ellis observed Daenerys again, to her dismay Daenerys had begun to exact restraint upon herself “You know… I heard, he was attacked within the walls of his own home.”

Daenerys tensed as she felt Baldwin press up against her side, grimacing at the smell of his breath.

“That he was forced into a fire,” she told “and when he was found he looked like a burnt pig.”

“How terrible it must have been for his family, to find him like that,” Mouse credulously pointed out, watching Ellis’s every move intently.

“Indeed… can only imagine… his daughter musta been devastated,” Ellis agreed, not a note of sympathy in her voice.

Daenerys froze at the mention.

“Daughter?” Baldwin scoffed, staring giddily at the frightened expression that began to grow on Daenerys’s face “I ‘eard she looked nothin like em, might be a distant relative,'' he laughed “a worlds distance.”

They all laughed while Daenerys remained quiet, tears beginning to swell within her eyes. Her shaking hand rested upon the handle of her fathers dagger, her lips twisting in shame, she could do nothing but listen to them insult him.

Ellis gestured for them to be quiet, inching closer towards Daenerys, her hot breath burning the flustered skin of Daenerys’s cheek “poor girl… I wish you had visited…” Daenerys refused to look her way “I would have given my condolence, and my shoulder for your pretty purple eyes to cry on…”

Daenerys’s eyes went wide, quickly moving to step away from them all, but she was too slow.

Ellis’s hand wrapped around her locks of hair, her grip tight around the strands. She tugged her head back revealing to them all the treasure Daenerys so desperately tried to keep hidden “Daenerys!”

Daenerys squealed in shock of the action, feeling Baldwin's hands tightly grasp her shoulder and arm as she began to thrash, trying to twist away from Ellis’s tight grasp.

Unbeknownst to her, in the midst of her frantic struggle, her hand had grasped the handle of her dagger and pulled it from its makeshift sheath, pushing its sharp blade across the nape of Baldwin's neck and cheek.

The brutish boy choked on a cry of pain, throwing her to the ground behind him as he reached to clasp at his neck, blood spurting from between his clasped fingers.

Daenerys looked on in horror, his blood splattered across her face and bleeding into her blue dress. She had not realised it was she that had done this, even though the blood was still warm against the cold steel of the dagger in her hand. Scraping her white knuckles against the scratchy ground as she scrambled back.

Alwyn cried out in horror as he saw his brother trying to catch the spurts of blood beginning to shoot out from in between his fingers “BALDWIN!”

Ellis was in disbelief of the sight, she looked away from Baldwin and towards the startled Daenerys.

Her anger boiled beneath her skin as her vision went red “YOU BASTARD!”

She tackled Daenerys to the ground, straddling her hips as she tried to keep her down, trapping Daenerys’s armed hand beneath her knee “MOUSE, GET OVER HERE! HELP ME!” her left hand curled tightly around Daenerys’s neck.

Alwyn was too busy trying to help his brother, cutting off a strip of cloth from his shirt and holding it to the pale boy's lacerated neck. He was petrified into silence, too focused on stopping the bleeding to notice his brother's eyes beginning to blankly stare up at the red sky, succumbing to the calmness that began to wrap snugly around him.

Daenerys’s free hand clawed at the one gripping her neck, fighting to pull it away, whimpering as she saw the wild look in the girl's eyes.

Ellis was mad with rage, nobles had cost her the life of her father and now they have taken the life of her friend.

She had grown sick of Daenerys’s feeble struggling, muttering to herself as she tried to keep her restrained “I’ve waited for this too long- GAH! STOP FIGHTING!” striking her across the face with a her balled fist.

The panicked Daenerys screamed in pain, fighting the daze as she began using her legs, feebly trying to pull them out from beneath Ellis.

She did not know what to do first, wasting her energy doing everything she could to get away. Her throat went raw as she cried out for help, whimpering and sobbing as Ellis began slamming her against the ground.

Dark spots began to grow across her vision, frightened when she began to lose sight of Ellis and what she was going to do next. She kept thrashing and clawing, doing everything she could to bore this predator and be set free, but Ellis had long had a hunger that had yet to be sated.

She winced as she felt her muscles begin to burn at every movement, she found herself struggling to battle with the exhaustion that began to settle upon her limbs, Her right hand going numb beneath Ellis’s knee.

Daenerys shook her head pleading to the girl above her “Please let me go, Please!” she tried to wriggle away only to be pulled back by the frustrated Ellis.

Ellis slammed her down one more time, needing her body to go limp, but her mind awake. She wanted Daenerys awake for everything she was about to do, reaching behind her as she patted her side, blindly searching for something, for she was too busy relishing in the terror within the poor girl's eyes.

Daenerys’s squinting eyes tried to see what she was reaching for. Whimpering as she saw the glinting flash of a knife.

Her hand tightened around her fathers dagger, desperately screaming “GET OFF!” As both of her knees beat against Ellis’s back. Ellis grunted as she was pushed forward, her knee sliding off Daenerys’s hand as she moved to try and pin down her legs “ALWYN!” she frustratedly cried out to him, frowning as she saw him try to haul his limp brother towards the village.

Daenerys was still trapped in the fear that shrouded her furiously beating heart but her mind had recognised her heart's efforts and was swift in its decision. She pulled her right arm from the ground and reared it up behind her before lodging her dagger into Ellis’s shoulder.

Ellis cried out, falling back, startled by the weapon protruding from her shoulder.

Daenerys heaved in a deep breath as she regained her freedom, crawling back away as she watched on in disbelief of her own actions as Ellis tried to drag out the knife painlessly, mumbling curses.

Her gaze flitted over towards the crying Alwyn, clutching his brother to his chest as he tried to drag him away, her eyes meeting Baldwins empty ones. Sniffling as she shook her head, thinking to herself that she could not have done this. Even though the coppery taste of his blood touching her tongue as she wiped her face with the back of her hand said otherwise.

She scrambled to her feet and ran the opposite direction, to her terrible misfortune, her feet had guided her towards the dragon caves.

Ellis dragged the knife out of her shoulder, a loud groan of frustration and annoyance passing her thin lips as her teeth shined bare out into the world, like a wolf flashing its teeth menacingly, a promise to its prey.

The sobbing Alwyn had failed to realise that his brother had already passed on, hooking his arms beneath Baldwins limp ones, attempting to drag him back “Ellis help me!” he cried out.

Ellis was staring at Daenerys as she ran, her breaths laboured with her hot anger, her hand tightly wrapped around the new dagger in her hand.

“Let ‘er go! She's dead anyway!” he told, pointing to the dragon caves Daenerys ran into.

Ellis did not see the danger, she only saw opportunity, she could trap Daenerys inside and have her way. A chance to have her wishes finally come to fruition were enough for her to chase after Daenerys into the dark caves “GET BACK HERE CRAVEN! FACE YOUR DOING! PAY FOR IT! PAY FOR WHAT YOU’VE TAKEN, WHAT YOU’VE DONE, BASTARD! DAENERYS!”

Daenerys flinched as she heard her roars echo out, nearly tripping over her own feet. Her eyes searching the illuminated walls, hoping that there would be somewhere to hide, to wait this out. She could not possibly go further in, for she knew such an action would not end well for her.

Her mind was so clouded by the will to survive, that she had not bothered to observe the insides of the caves. Had she been able to stop and truly take it all in, she would have noticed the scratch marks on the cave's ceiling, and how the stones that protruded from the ground, looked oddly similar to bones.

“BASTARD!” Ellis’s voice boomed into the cave again.

Daenerys began to choke loudly on the sobs that hit the back of her throat ‘shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!’ she told herself ‘This is all your fault, why did you leave, why did you go?’

Daenerys forced that thought away, she had not the time to think of culpability she needed to survive.

‘All because of a fight over a father that’s not even yours, Bastard.’

She could hear a hundred voices speak those words, none of them her own, had she focused just enough she could make out who each of them had belonged to.

She thought it was the dizziness beginning to catch up with her, the fuelling fear slowly seeping away, no longer numbing the pulsing ache radiating from the back of her head.

Her eyes went wide as she entered a large cavernous area within the cave system, looking up at the various holes above, bright streams of the sun's warm morning light seeping through them. A dark mound covered jagged rocks and moss deep within its centre.

She winced as she felt the rough texture of the ground, frowning at the warmth that seeped through her ruined flats. As she stepped forward she tensed upon hearing something crack beneath her foot.

Looking down her eyes went agape, bones old and new were scattered across the ground, all of various shapes and sizes. They had not belonged to animals, nor had she imagined them belonging to humans, no… they looked far too similar to the dragon diagrams and skulls she had seen within the red keep.

These were dragon bones. As her eyes followed the trail of them she saw how they surrounded the dark mound at the centre, shuddering as she saw it rumble and shake.

She was in the cannibals home, welcoming herself into his territory.

Echos of shouts began to dance about the cavernous area, irking the sleeping dragon making him stir and groan in his sleep.

She had imagined him to be so much bigger but he seemed so frail, she supposed it was difficult to sate a hunger of such unique appetite.

She moved closely about the walls, eyes plastered to the ground as she minded her step, a new burst of fear beginning to course within her.

“BASTARD! COME! OUT! CEASE YOUR HIDING, THERE’S NO CASTLE TO KEEP YOU SAFE! FACE ME!”

Daenerys snapped to glance towards the tunnel she had come in from before looking at the stirring Cannibal, his snout dancing about as a familiar scent passed through its canals.

Daenerys began to move swiftly ‘don’t slow down, do not dare slow down.’

She stepped about the bones, accidentally kicking some as she moved towards another tunnel.

“DAENERYS! WHAT ARE YOU WITHOUT YOUR GUARDS, CRAVEN?!”

Her voice grew louder, for she had grown much closer.

The Cannibal had enough of this, groaning as he arose, dust and rock crumbling down from the ceiling as the foundations of the cave shook beneath his feet as he rested them on the ground. His green eyes were bright against his dark as coal skin, his mouth fell agape as he yawned revealing an array of yellowing and old teeth. He attempted to shake away the itching moss that had attached itself to his old skin, the shrivelled skin of his gullet swaying side to side as he moved.

Daenerys’s lips parted in disbelief of the sight before her.

The familiar fresh coppery scent of blood reached the cannibals senses, stilling its movements as he scanned his surroundings.

Daenerys knelt down behind a dragon's skull, whimpering fearfully as she heard his grumbles.

She slid down against the skull, realising how terrible a predicament she was in, which was all the fault of her foolishness again.

Mayhaps she could wait, mayhaps she could wait and flee when the right chance had offered itself. She had the patience to wait.

Soft, squeaking croaks caught her attention, interrupting her as she planned for a means of survival. The soft sound came from her left, crawling over to that side she peered to see the source, her eyes widening with worry as she saw a baby dragon, its small pink wing trapped beneath a cage of ribs.

It had curled into itself, hiding its small face as it whined beneath its free wing, awaiting its terrible fate.

Daenerys rested back behind the skull, closing her eyes as she heard him stir again, his wings encompassing the ceiling, covering the sources of light filtering through.

As the light within the cavern dimmed a stupid thought began to brew within Daenerys’s mind, for all she could hear now were the fearful whines of the poor dragon.

The sound had not escaped the Cannibals ears, his eyes darted about his surroundings as he searched, salivating as he waited for his hunger to finally be sated.

The cave was now dim enough, and Daenerys was sure he would not be able to see her. Despite every reasonable bit of her being telling her not to, she bolted from the ground towards the small dragon, falling to her knees beside it.

The dragon lifted its wing up from its head, a croak of surprise coming from the back of its throat as it jumped back, trying its best to squeak out a roar at Daenerys as she moved to lift the array of ribs from its wing.

She hushed the little beast, quietly pleading for it to be quiet as she tried to help.

It frantically tried to pull itself away from her, whining in embarrassment as it saw how pointless it's roars were.

She groaned, finally managing to lift and push away the bones from its wings.

The little dragon was surprised by the action, flapping its now freed but injured wing in the air before looking up at her curiously, Its ocean blue eyes meeting her lilac ones.

She tilted her head at the little dragon, her brows shooting up in surprise as it reflected her action.

The little dragon was soon overwhelmed by terror, her ocean blue eyes going wide as she glanced up at the shadow behind Daenerys before scurrying away into the small cave behind it, one not big enough for the cannibal to follow.

Daenerys gasped as she saw a shadow begin to grow from a figure above her, streams of light returning to the cavernous chamber. Slowly turning around to face the old beast behind her.

Her mouth fell ajar as she looked up, greeted by the sharp scowl that danced along the Cannibals mouth.

He was furious with her, she had entered his home, disturbed his slumber, and sent his meal scurrying away.

Daenerys gulped as she stared up at him, shrinking beneath his glowing green gaze cutting through its shadowed form. The light behind him frames him like a god of death, judging the worth of his victim.

As she heard him growl and huff at her a warning plume of smoke came through his snout she lifted her hand up “Lykiri Zaldrīzes!” she tried to assure.

The cannibal tilted his head at her, recognising those words, but seemingly enraged upon hearing them.

“Lykiri…” she repeated again in a shuddered mutter as she took cautious steps back as she saw his head rise above her

From the corners of his mouth, wisps of his green flame of legend danced about, an action he had assumed Daenerys would not have noticed… but she had.

She rushed back, quickly sliding into the small steep cave the little dragon had gone into, narrowly missing the flames that licked at the stone and passed through the tunnel.

As she slid down into its depths, she shielded her face as shards of sand and gravel scratched against her skin, tearing apart the heavy skirt of her dress.

The Cannibal roared out, trying all he could to shove his massive head into the small hole, biting and clawing at it. His actions did not serve to aid him but instead they had caused a cave in, large rocks coming down within the cave.

He grunted and growled, furious by the ease of their evading him. His attention was quickly again for a whiff of blood and lots of it hit his snout, the smell was faint before but now, it was so much stronger.

As he turned to find the source of the strong scent his eyes narrowed as he saw a girl holding to her chest a dagger as she looked up at the beast, gone was the fury in her eyes and instead all that existed was fear.

The ancient beast saw no child before him, he only saw a meal, big enough to sate him for the time being. As she bolted the opposite direction, rushing to leave the cave, both he and his flames were hot on her tracks.

Daenerys, whose eyes were screwed shut as she slid further down into the caves, waited for a sharp impact, only for the ground to disappear from beneath her as she fell down. As her eyes came open in shock, she gasped as she saw pools of glowing water.

She choked on the water that slipped past her lips, Her legs flailing, quickly moving to swim to the surface. Heaving in a deep breath as she looked at her surroundings.

The sound of crumbling alerted her and she glanced above her, her eyes widening as the glow of the water illuminated the approaching rocks.

She swam across the pool as swiftly as she could, panting as she narrowly avoided the downpour of stones. A wave arose from the disturbance to the normally calm waters, pushing Daenerys across the pool and upon solid stone.

She winced as the raw skin of her cheek scratched against the rough stone, shuddering as the cold latched onto her wet skin. She was spent, she had not even the strength to pull her legs out from the cold water.

She battled sleep's fuzzy embrace as her eyes began to flutter shut, for her mind still buzzed with a thousand thoughts.

Sleep had assured that she would not feel the dull pain pulsing from her muscles and the red marks blooming upon the skin of her cheek and neck, and no doubt her back as well. Sleep assured her that she would need not worry about the thoughts gnawing away at the edges of her mind, it’s distant voice urging her to succumb to a deserved rest.

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