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dreadheadmadi · 1 month

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- I’M GONNA CLAW THOSE PRETTY LITTLE EYES OUT

Chapter 1: Green Eyed Monster

A/N: To say this wasn’t rushed would be a bold face lie. I’m even rushing as I write this because I have an exam in three minutes. It is hella unedited and needs better formatting, but I’ll go back and fix some stuff up later. If you enjoyed this chapter, let me know through the reblog option or just dm me! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! I hope you have a wonderful day or night, bye angel!

Blackwood Manor loomed on the outskirts of New York like a gothic monolith, its sprawling grounds shrouded in mist and mystery. Perched atop a hill overlooking the bustling city below, its imposing design was a testament to the wealth and power of its enigmatic owner, the elusive billionaire Alexander Blackwood. The grandeur of the mansion enveloped the night like a cloak of decadence, its opulence a stark contrast to the darkness that seeped through its polished corridors. Usually, the manor would lay dormant and dark, with no sounds or persons going in or out. However, tonight was a special night, a masquerade-themed birthday, of whom it belonged to but none other than Alexander Blackwood's own spouse. She was different from her loner husband - a city girl and an active member of New York's rich folk. Such a figure would earn as many friends and connections as possible - and she invited them all. Within the manor's walls, the wealthy elite danced and revealed, their laughter echoing against the marble floors as they indulged in the spoils of their privilege. Among them, Alexander's favorite niece, Sofia Blackwood, navigated the sea of masked faces, her steps hesitant as she struggled to mask her discomfort beneath a façade of poise and grace. That night, she mustered the courage to ask her uncle to fund her college education, considering that her parents disapproved of her choice of study and promised to cut ties if she pursued it.

The air was heavy with the scent of expensive perfumes and the sickly sweetness of excess, but beneath it, a palpable tension lurked—a sense of impending doom that clung to the shadows like a vengeful specter. As the night wore on and inhibitions faded, Sofia was drawn to a secluded balcony overlooking the sprawling gardens below. She needed a moment to think, to gather herself before locating her uncle. There, amidst the ivy-covered trellises and moonlit fountains, she stumbled upon a sight that would forever haunt her nightmares. A figure lay sprawled across the cold stone tiles—a man, his once-immaculate tuxedo now stained with the crimson evidence of his demise. His eyes, wide with terror, stared unseeing into the night while multiple grotesque gashes marred his throat, the blood still warm and viscous against his pallid skin.

Sofia recoiled in horror, bile rising in her throat as she struggled to comprehend the brutality of the scene before her. The metallic tang of blood filled her nostrils, and she fought to suppress the urge to retch as the reality of the situation washed over her in sickening waves. Instead of vomit coming out of her mouth, a guttural, heart-wrenching shriek replaced it. Multiple footsteps rush towards her before halting abruptly, filling the evening atmosphere with their own wails. Around her, the party descended into chaos, the revelry shattered by the specter of death that now loomed over them all. Sofia was grabbed by her mother and father and ushered into an enclosed room where she finally regurgitated her evening meal onto the pristine marble floors. Guests screamed and fled in panic, their masks slipping in their haste to escape the scene of the carnage unfolding before their eyes. All but one remained rooted to the spot, their gaze fixed on the lifeless form before them. Taking off their mask reveals a Black man with a scowl so deep in hatred that one would have thought he was the one who committed the murder. His dark brown eyes glower down at the body before being covered by the full face mask again. Quickly, he returned to the building, stomping down the velvet-covered stairs and pushing his way to the front of the small crowd around the crime scene. As the crowd prayed, cried, and cursed the murderer to hell, the man's eyes focused on the wound on his neck. The gashes weren't a nice clean slice as if it were with a standard knife; they were thinner, deeper, and jagged with bits of flesh dangling and sticking out on the sides. No, a knife hadn't done this, but perhaps, a set of claws-

"It was the Prowler!" a voice declared, "Look at the claw marks! That fucking bastard killed Alex!"

"I heard he's working with Fisk now. That fucking mammoth hated Alexander," another voice added, "He probably put a hit out."

"But on his wife's birthday?" A third questioned. The second shook his head while pointing to Alexander's dead body.

“You don't know those men like I do, Alex was his number one enemy. When Fisk's family died, he asked Alex to help with some investments on some secret project, the hell if I know what it is. Alex said the fucker went bat shit crazy when he lost his wife' n, pubicly announced it to. It was a wake up call but Fisk took that as disrespect and has been a little shit to the Blackwood family ever since. Dropping sponsorships, buying out companies, blocking his political power, I know that son of a bitch got something to do with this!"

The first voice suddenly reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a gun. "Fuck," he spat, "Fuck, fuck! To fucking hell with Fisk! I was this close to buying off those fucking votes! All that money gone to shit - where the FUCK is that purple bastard?! I'm putting a bullet through his head and then into Fisk's next!" With the sudden uproar, the first voice stormed back into the manor, which prompted others to do the same, all looking for The Prowler. He was already gone, however - he snuck out of the manor and into the thicket surrounding the manor, climbing onto his motorcycle and speeding off towards Brooklin. As he blares down the road, he tears off his mask again - brown eyes laced with a green envy hue as a single thought runs through his head.

That bitch stole my fucking kill.

Aaron swore to his momma that he’d never hit a girl, but this bitch was asking for it. It wasn’t the first time Black Cat had killed someone on his list, no, it’s been months since their first encounter. But for how long will this happen? The year is almost over, and he’s only been responsible for the deaths of four unlucky souls. Four, while she had nine. Five of which were stolen right from his grasp. To say he was upset is an understatement. Annoyed? Oh, that’s long gone. Pissed? Maybe three months ago. Enraged? Closer, but not quite. It’s gotten to the point where his work has become sloppy - disregarding his usual planned and strategic approach for a more quick and easy route just in case she was on her way. One time he even took a gunshot to his shoulder because of his blatant tunnel vision - Fisk gave him shit for it and benched him for a few weeks to heal before shoving him back into work. Aaron figures he’s gonna be hooked on pain killers for a long while.

Speaking of the Kingpin, Aaron wasn’t sure how to explain what happened tonight, hell he doesn’t even know what happened tonight. All he knew was that he had only been at the party for around fifteen to twenty minutes before Sophia’s screams were heard. The party had only been going on for about ten minutes before he arrived, so within that thirty minute window, Black Cat had arrived at the party, isolated Alexander, and killed him. Based on his wounds, Aaron deduced that they weren’t deep enough to make a swift and easy kill. As he studied the evidence photos of Alexander he had hacked into the police records for, he zoomed in closely on the gashes. While it did look like claw marks, they were uneven and choppy. It wasn’t a clean streak either - it was slanted and angled more vertically than anything. A clear indication of a height difference, Aaron noted. Alexander was six feet tall exactly, if Black Cat had struggled to get to his neck, she’d be closer to five feet in height, five feet and five inches at max. Aaron paused and wondered if she was wearing heels or platforms that night - it would make sense, considering she’d have to blend into a masquerade styled party. That would mean her true height would be even shorter, an important detail he wasn’t gonna look over. He wrote that down on a notepad and kept examining the photos. The pieces of flesh that stuck out kept drawing his attention. It looked like the results of his prototype claw gauntlets. They were made out of pieces of random and uncut metals that weren't accurately measured or maintained. The metal would often be too sharp or too dull, and would get stuck underneath the victim’s skin due to the curvature of the claws. Once he draws back his hand, he would quite literally rip out the area of flesh he had made contact with. While it got the job done, it was a messy and loud kill which prompted him to update his weapon. It was obvious to Aaron that Black Cat’s weapon was similar to his prototype, however there was still one thing that bothered him - it was a silent kill. The initial contact had been on the side of his neck, still leaving enough airway to scream out for help or in pain. Another thing that bothered him was the fact that Alexander wasn’t some snobby old rich guy. Blackwood was a black belt in his youth; he competed in and eventually managed various boxing matches and fight clubs across the United States. He was highly trained in artillery, and probably would have been a military commander by now if he wasn’t in control of New York’s corrupt legal system. To put it simply, Alexander Blackwood was a force to be reckoned with, just to be cut down by some female in a black leather jumpsuit with white fur.

Aaron rubbed his hand across his face and turned towards another monitor, clicking on Google and searching up “Black Cat Brooklin”. He found a few articles and stories, stuff he’s already researched before. There was a video that had gone viral a month ago, it was the CCTV footage of a jewelry store that the villainess had broken into. She was wearing her classic attire and mask, along with a new white straightened angled bob. Strolling around the store, she opened the displays and bagged all the merchandise, even trying on some and posing into a mirror that was hanging on the wall. Afterwards, she shouldered the duffel bag, blew a kiss at the camera, and left out of the vent system she had used to get into the building. The uproar on memes and parodies of the event were all over Aaron’s feed for days. Women were gushing over her bad bitch aura, creating fan pages, and even going out and buying white wigs, dye, and bundles just to look like her. And of course the men were practically fapping their dicks, saying how she was too fine to go to prison, how they too would steal some shit in this economy, lowkey gassing her up more than the women do. Aaron didn’t care to have an opinion, at that time she was just some female thief. But it’s different now, he thought, she’s more than a thief, she’s a killer. This was the first year of her dipping her toes into homicide and from Aaron’s knowledge she hasn’t even been caught yet. Aaron wondered if those men and women would still support her after it’s exposed that she killed nine people over the span of a year, but he figured they probably still would - the world is fucking crazy nowadays. Now he was just mindlessly scrolling, clicking on the fan pages and profiles for any sort of information he could gain on her. And then, after refreshing for the tenth time, a new video popped up titled “BLACK CAT HAS A NEW WEAPON (and it reminds me of someone 🤔) | New Look, New Villain”. Aaron immediately clicked on the video and recognized the person in the commentary as an influencer who was one of the ones who made the robbing video popular by creating a whole trend based on it. The video started with an ad and random filler topics which Aaron graciously skips through before getting down to the main part of the video.

“Okay guys so let’s get to the tea, so last night, Black Cat was seen scaling buildings and rooftops downtown with a whole new look baby! Let’s look at what Miss Cat got going on for us,” the influencer starts, clicking on a Twitter thread showing the few off guard pictures and videos.

“Oh, my God, you guys! Look at that fur, okay hold on I’m getting ahead of myself,” she laughed before viewing the first picture and zooming in. “Okay so, first thing’s first, that hair baby! Miss Cat really said new hair, new me and is stunting on y’all with this new do! Gone is her angled bob and is now replaced with this cute little goddess passion twists, I am loving this! Of course it’s in her signature platinum, is it platinum? Platinum feels more yellow to me, maybe just plain white? Or maybe more like a frosty white you know? Yeah let’s go with that, haha! Edges are laid to perfection, makeup always looking fresh, ugh I’m telling y’all Miss Cat needs to open up shop cause I would pay-“

Aaron skipped ahead a little more, Black Cat always changes up her hair style and makeup looks. A smart move, considering how easy it is to track someone nowadays. Her constantly changing is the sole reason why no one has found out who she is yet, by the time they get comfortable with one look it’s on to the next.

“Alright, so let’s talk about this new suit. So, I do get why most people are saying that this isn’t really a new suit, I mean it is just the same suit with more fur, probably to keep warm since we are in winter, but I like to call it a new suit solely for the purpose of these!” The influencer moves onto the next picture which is a close up on Black Cat’s arms - which had two slender gauntlets with claw-like protrusions on them. Aaron sat up and leaned towards the screen. Those looked familiar - really fucking familiar.

“That’s right guys, Black Cat has a new weapon! This kitty got claws and she is not afraid to use them! Now, a lot of people are saying that they love it, it’s on brand with the whole cat thing, and a way better choice than the staff she was using before. I personally love the claws, they bring a whole new dangerous vibe to her. Like, before she was just this common thief we all made jokes about but now it’s like, damn, she kinda serious about this. Miss Cat said to put some respect on her name, she ain’t no weak runt of the litter, she is THE Black Cat. Quit playing with her, this is serious business! Now next we have a quick little video of this new weapon in action but before that a quick word from our sponsor-“

Yeah no, fuck that. Aaron skips again as his leg starts to bounce. There’s no way, there’s no fucking way, right? The video in the thread plays and it shows Black Cat using the claws to climb up a brick wall, leaving behind large scratch marks etched into the concrete. Then once on top of the roof, she raises her hand and flexes her hand, which seems to trigger some sort of mechanism as the claw part of the gauntlet shoots out and attaches itself into the edge of another roof two buildings across. Black Cat then runs and jumps off the roof she was currently on and uses the rope-like connection lodged between the claw part and rest of the gauntlet. She swings towards the building and on the video, the connection shortens, creating a grappling hook. The video continues on to show her safety landing and moving and repeating the action for another building before it ends. “So as we can see, it’s like a grappling hook, kind of? That’s cool, I mean, I wish I had a grappling hook then I could properly get to work on time when there’s traffic-“

Aaron cuts off the video and sits there in his chair for a few moments before finding the twitter thread and checking the comments. There’s a few screenshots of the gauntlet from different angles, as well as a few claims that it had glowed purple at times. That’s my gauntlet, he thinks, that’s my prototype.

Immediately, he calls Fisk - the one person Aaron safely left the prototype with due to his high security level warehouses as well as a sign of mutual trust between the two business partners. After quickly catching Fisk up to date, Fisk left to check the warehouse himself before confirming that the prototype was indeed missing - stating that they had numerous tech slowly disappear since the end of the previous year, but couldn’t pin who it was or how they broke in. In fact the whole reason why he wanted Alexander dead was because he was the only other person who knew where Fisk’s warehouses were, so the Kingpin thought he was the one who did it. Regardless, Fisk was clearly enthralled that Aaron had made the connection to Black Cat, but Aaron, pissed that Fisk just allowed this to happen, hung up on the Kingpin.

Aaron could feel the uncomfortable heat of anger creeping up his spine and seeping into his brain, causing graphic imagery of the gauntlet Black Cat is using malfunctioning and causing her to fall to her death - brains splattered on the ground. Or perhaps she would die from her own hand - Aaron imagines him in his Prowler getup, taking Black Cats arm and twisting it so that the claws get lodged and stuck in her own flesh, hearing her screams of anguish and pain. After rewatching the video five more times, Aaron closes his eyes and leans back, his leg bouncing at a rapid speed before suddenly stopping. “It’s my prototype, he mumbles, “And she’s far more skilled with it than I was.” He slowly opens his eyes, green envy once again returns upon his dark brown eyes. “First she steals my kills, and now she steals my tech,” he chuckles before breaking out into a laugh and slamming his palm down onto his desk. “I am,” he laughs, “I am going to fucking end this bitch.”

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karasukakikomi · 2 years

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𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Reiji Sakamaki, Female Reader (Reiji as Demon King AU) (Vampire Hunter AU) 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲/𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴: nsfw. 18+ only. 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 4.7k 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: (If you are not comfortable with these themes please do not read.) Vampire Hunter AU, drugging, use of a knife, degradation, threatening, begging, Master/Slave dynamic, use of “Master”, use of the name “Pet”, vaginal sex, fingering, Dubcon, slight mentions of blood 𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: I had this idea for a vampire hunter AU for a while now and I had a lot of fun writing this one!

Nervously your hands pulled at the sheer fabric of the crimson dress adorning your body. You did not belong here. You thought. Yet no one was any wiser to the human presence. The pheromones you had sprayed yourself with, like a spritz of expensive perfume, had them all fooled. You were sure that He would be fooled as well. The ballroom swirled with waltzing couples. The floor was painted with the swaying of expensive fabrics of ball gowns. The deep red of your gown certainly stood out. But that is exactly what you planned for. Your eyes met a magenta gaze from across the sprawling room.

The Demon King.

Reiji Sakamaki.

You swallowed nervously, hand feeling for the silver blade you brandished at your thigh. It remained concealed by the thickened layers of your gown. You would be needing it tonight. No matter the cost… you would succeed. For your family, you thought. For the Church. You would succeed.

The King will fall tonight.

And just as you had planned, he approached. Like a pawn in a game of chess he was destined to lose.

“What is a lovely lady such as yourself doing without a dance partner?” A deep, velvety voice mused.

You clutched the sides of your gown before gracefully lowering yourself into a curtsey.

“Your majesty, it's a pleasure to meet you,” you responded, the words that dripped from your tongue making you sick.

It was most certainly not a pleasure to meet him. He was hardly a king, much more of a corrupt demon. A corrupt demon who would meet his end tonight. You were sure of it. But for the sake of your plan, you must play the part. To play the part of the perfect lady. Seductive, yet sweetly innocent, to lure the King right into your trap. And when the curtain falls, he will be King no more. Just a memory. A disease rid from poisoned lands.

“Would you care for a dance?” The King asked, holding his gloved hand out to you, kindness painting his sharp features.

You could think of nothing better. He was playing right into your hands. It was almost too easy.

“Yes, your Majesty. I would be honored to,” you answered him sweetly, placing your own hand into his larger one.

He led you into the sea of couples, who danced in unison to the melody of violins. It looked to be reminiscent of a renaissance painting. Every vampire around you, a painting of sheer perfection. The King himself was no exception, his ruby eyes perfectly suiting his pale complexion. The locks of dark purple hair which framed his face painted him as an angel. But you knew much better. You waltzed with The King. Perfectly following the three count beat in unison. All around you, curious eyes followed. Locked onto your graceful movements. It was as if at that moment, this masquerade was dedicated to you. But you knew the grim truth. This was not a dance of shared passion. It was a dance of death. A carefully plotted game.

Reiji gracefully secured you into a dip, arm lacing around your back ever so gently. He pressed his lips against your neck, then upwards. Until his lips interlocked with your own. It looked to be a tender moment between lovers, shared at a moonlit ball. A scene straight from a fairytale.

But you knew better.

And as the clock struck midnight. You reached under the many layers of crimson fabric adorning your body. Your fingers searched for a familiar silver handle.

Nothing.

The dagger at your thigh was no longer there.

Panic filled your now widened eyes. Something sweet slipped into your parted lips. A thin, watery liquid. You tried to pull away. But he kept a hand firmly around your back, forcing the kiss to deepen. You were forced to swallow the strange liquid which seeped into your mouth.

Suddenly the room grew hazy. The dancing of couples surrounding you turned into one swirling mass of color. The moon beaming through the arching of glass windows grew into a single beacon of silver light. The clock chimed once more, and you fell weightlessly into the arms of The King.

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Reiji watched your sleeping form sprawled on a king sized bed. He observed the way your chest rose and fell slowly under the intricate lace of your ballgown. Your wrists were bound with a silken material. Delicate yet strong enough to impede your struggling if you so chose to. You were almost beautiful with your wrists bound above your head like that, he thought. Almost.

Growing tired of pointless waiting, a sharp smack echoed throughout the dimly lit bed chamber. Reiji’s gloveless hand made contact with your soft cheek. You jolted awake, gasping for breath.

“I was going to begin once you had awoken, but it seems I lost my patience,” Reiji spoke, bitterness evident in his words.

You quickly began to survey your surroundings. A large, high ceilinged bedroom. Decorated pristinely, most likely for a guest. You noted your wrists bound above you, secured firmly to a gold polished bed frame. You squirmed, testing the silk materials strength. A sharpened silver object under your chin stopped your futile movements. Reiji held the dagger under your chin, leveraging your head until your fearful gaze locked onto his own. The very dagger you had attempted to take his life with was firmly held your head up, its sharpened point threatening to pierce into your throat.

“Would you like to explain to me what this is? By that fearful expression I believe you know very well what I’m holding,” He spoke slowly, his grip on the silvered handle never once wavering.

You wordlessly gazed into his magenta eyes. They were darkened, completely unreadable. You were sure he was seething with anger. Would this be the last day you would live? Whatever fate the King had crafted for you was not going to be a pleasant demise. How would the Church react? When would they find out that their very best was slaughtered by The Demon King himself?

“Not going to answer?” The King inquired. “Very well, I don’t mind slitting your throat open right now. In fact, it would bring me great pleasure.”

The dangerous point pressed into the thin layer of skin protecting your throat. It burned as a bead of crimson liquid painted the silver tip of the blade.

“Wait!” You gasped out in sudden pain.

His movement ceased. The blade now pressing dangerously close into your skin but not leaving another mark.

“So she is ready to speak,” Reiji commented.

“I-it’s a dagger…” You began.

“And what were you planning with such a dainty little dagger, hmmm?” He inquired.

“I-I was planning on killing you…” You choked out with fear.

Uncertainty painted your features. You did not know what he was planning on doing, or how much longer you even had to live.

“Planning to kill me with such a pathetic excuse for a weapon? Did you truly think you could just walk in and I would gladly hand you my life? I suppose I couldn’t expect more from a glorified altar girl.” The King remarked.

“Al-Altar girl? How did you kn-” You began with deepening confusion.

“Do you believe you were the only one to have made an attempt on my life? There have been very many. Just none as foolish as you.” Reiji responded.

“Even if y-you kill me now… The Church will come looking. They will hunt you down. And even if I can’t kill you, they will.” Your voice shook.

Your confidence had long worn off, just like the pheromones sprayed onto your skin. It had tricked the other vampire inhabitants, but you were sure that Reiji had known all along. You had played into his hands. And it could not have been easier for him.

“Then I will gladly welcome them. With the same fate as all of the others.” He stated in response.

“You underestimate them. They will have your head. My death will only be the beginning,” You spat.

“If I underestimate them so greatly… Then why don’t I allow you to show me your skill, hmmm? You are the best hunter they have to offer, are you not?” He taunted before placing the dagger on the velvety duvet.

Suddenly, the bindings around your wrists loosened. You hastily pulled them free from the knotted loops. Your hand grasped at the cold handle of the dagger. Shakily at first, you arose to your feet. The dark material of your gown swayed as you stepped towards the man. He towered over you still. The harsh metal of the hilt shook in your nervous hold.

If you were fast enough… you could run. Out of the door, all the way home. But you were sure that the door was locked. And there was no guarantee that you would ever be able to run fast enough. Decisions bogged your fragile mind. But as a member of the church… as a vampire hunter, you knew that none of your fellow followers ran from their fight. Even the ones who fell before the King. If you would die by him either way, you would rather it be like this. Because at least this way, your death would not be a dishonor.

You padded towards him, now barren feet on the polished hardwood surface of the floors. He stood still. An amused smirk painted on his features. Eyes clearly entertained from behind silver spectacles. Your hand shook, you willed your body to stand taller. You would not show him any more fear. You would not be weak.

“Well… Are you going to continue shaking like a pitiful lamb or are you going to show me why exactly I should be afraid of the Church? Since you wanted to kill me so very badly, now you have your opportunity, Dear.” Reiji mocked.

His very presence caused your stomach to churn. His ego, his air of confidence, everything about him made you utterly sick. You longed to bury your blade deep into his heart. And to watch as the light faded from his eyes.

“What unladylike thoughts you have, Dear. Maybe instead of a hunter, the Church sent me a little sacrifice instead… A pathetic, weak little thing like yourself could never even dream of killing someone like me,” He chuckled, tone still dripping with insult.

Anger flooded every sense in your body. It boiled with a ferocity you had never felt before. It clawed at your nerves, begging you to take action.

You obliged.

Surging forward, you aimed the blade to his heart, fueled by burning hatred.

But instead of the soft squelch of flesh being plunged into, you felt nothing.

A moment of sheer tranquility. Stillness. Before you were thrown backwards with unimaginable force. Such a force you had never felt before. Your back collided with a wall. The dagger, flung from your hands, skidding to an unknown portion of the room.

The breath was sucked from your very lungs. You gasped harshly as your body thudded onto the flooring beneath you. Every muscle burned. Your bones felt fragile, as if they were about to snap at any moment. You coughed in desperation, struggling to bring air to your aching lungs.

Through your haze you could hear a dark chuckle. Mocking in tone, almost inhuman. Reiji strode carelessly past your struggling body on the floor. He walked to one of the arching windows of the room and began to pour himself a strange dark liquid from a pot. One you could only guess was tea. He swirled the dark liquid in the porcelain tea cup before taking a deliberate sip, eyes still locked to your weakened state on the floor. He sat himself atop a plush armchair, one of the few that decorated the sprawling room.

“Crawl,” He demanded, taking another slow sip from his cup.

“W-what?” You choked, still gasping for precious air.

“Crawl. To. Me.” He ordered once more.

Your head blurred with confusion. Why did he want you to do this? It was pointless if he was only going to kill you in the end. But wordlessly you obliged his ridiculous request. You could not bear another impact like the one he had bestowed upon you. On your hands and knees, you crawled. Making your way to his sitting form. Your muscles begging for pause, but you did not listen. Only continuing your slow crawl to where The King sat. You paused at his feet. Taking a kneeling position you raised your head. Hoping to meet satisfied eyes.

But instead a force shoved your head to the ground. It was his shoe. Firmly planted against your skull, now pressed harshly against the cold hardwood floor. You gasped in pain.

“Have you learned any manners? It is incredibly disrespectful to make eye contact so expectantly with those who are higher than you.” Reiji stated matter of factly. “I would’ve thought that manners would be at least one thing a pathetic woman like yourself was capable of. But I suppose not.”

The bottom of his shoe applied further pressure before removing itself from your head entirely. You heard the sound of liquid spilling onto the floor. You searched for its source, spotting a familiar darkened liquid pooling in front of you.

“How careless of me,” Reiji spoke, “Because of your incontinence I spilled some of my precious tea.”

You stared wordlessly at the tea that puddled onto the wooden floor.

“Are you going to stare at it? Or will you begin asking me for forgiveness?” He questioned you.

“F-forgiveness,” you quietly answered him, eyes remaining glued to the floor.

“A very wise decision,” Reiji noted. “Well then, clean it up.”

You glanced around the room, not spotting a rag or any sort of material to wipe the spilled tea with.

“But… There is no rag or anything to wi-” you began.

“Then use your tongue.” He stated.

“M-my tongue?” you asked, voice heavy with shock.

“Yes. Is there a problem with that?” Reiji asked.

“No there isn’t.” you replied complacent.

You lowered your body to the floor, tongue pressing against the floor as you felt the spilled tea against it. It had long been cooled by the floor. It tasted strong, yet slightly sweetened. A bold flavor enhanced by floral notes. It pooled onto your tongue as you lapped at the liquid.

“Perhaps I found another use for that filthy little mouth of yours, Pet.” He spat out the humiliating nickname to you.

You continued to rid the floor of the spillage until no more remained. You raised yourself back to a kneeling position, keeping your head lowered. You had no desire to look him in the eyes if given the choice anyways. You did not wish to see the satisfaction painted on his features from your humiliation.

“Now then. What to do with you.” The King pondered.

“A-are you going to kill me now?” Your voice shook in fear.

“Oh Dear, do you want me to?” He asked amusedly.

“A-Anything is better than being humiliated like this!” you sniffled.

“So you do wish for death then. While I’m at it, why don’t I just destroy your precious little Church as well.” Reiji responded.

“No! Do-don’t do that!” You begged.

“And why not? You wouldn’t be alive to see the Church in flames would you? Or hear the pathetic screams of your little sister, or that bastard you call a father?” He retorted.

“H-How did you know I had a sister,” you asked in confusion.

“You underestimate my knowledge, Pet. Oh how I will have such great fun destroying every last chapel that bears allegiance to those pesky little hunters.” He resounded, deep voice echoing from the walls.

“No! Please! Don’t hurt them!” You cried out.

“Say it again,” He commanded.

“Please… Please don’t kill them, or hurt them. I-I’m sorry for what I did but please don’t do anything to them.” you said tears now escaping your pleading eyes. They rolled down your cheeks.

You could not bear even the thought of your father, sister, or any member of your Church being brutally tortured by this vile demon.

“Your begging is the only good thing to come out of that mouth all night,” Reiji commented.

He was sick. Evil. Twisted. You did not want to face this shame yet you could not put your very family at risk. They meant too much to you. They loved you. You could not subject them to such a dark fate.

“And what would you do to keep them safe, Pet?” He asked you, tearing you away from your desperate thoughts.

“I would do anything!” you pleaded.

“Anything?” He asked.

“Y-yes! Anything and everything!” Tears pooled from your eyes.

“Think about what you are offering me, Pet. Is a few mortal lives truly worth an eternity of suffering?” The King raised yet another question.

“Yes it.. It is. I just don’t want them to get hurt,” you continued to plead.

“Very well.” Reiji said. “On your feet, mortal.”

You obediently rose to your feet, shakily. Your gown, now stained with tea, clung to your scared body.

“Unzip your dress.” He ordered.

“W-what?” you asked hesitantly.

“Do not make me repeat myself.” Rigidity stiffened his deep voice.

You reached to the back of your dress. Fiddling for the cold dainty zipper until your fingers clasped at it. You shakily pulled it down, feeling the dress slide down your body and pool at your feet. Dark crimson on the floor, the color of spilled blood. Yet thankfully the floor remained barren of your blood. The dress on the floor, a reminder of your life, balancing in the hands of a sadistic king.

He continued to stare expectantly. And so you began to remove the undergarments you wore under your gown. With your bra unclasped, garters unclipped, and panties discarded, you now stood before The King. Completely and utterly exposed. You felt the need to cover your nude body from his gaze. But you knew he would not allow such an action. You awaited his next order, shame flooding your emotions.

“Now… I want you on that bed, hands and knees. Present yourself to me, Pet.” Reiji instructed, his current emotions remained unreadable to you.

You nodded your head and carefully made your way to the bed in which you had awoken on. Climbing onto the soft mattress, the bed frame creaked slightly in protest. You lowered your front, ass now in the air, presented fully to him. You were ashamed. Humiliated. With your face hidden against the soft, velvety sheets you were glad he could not see the burning embarrassment plastered to your face. However, he was most likely more than aware of your shame. He enjoyed it.

You heard the floorboards creak as he walked to the front of the bed. You were thankful for the covers burying your face. You did not want to see his reaction. You knew he was enjoying every second of this sick humiliation.

Without warning, Reiji brought his large hand to your core, cupping it gently.

“N..no!” you whined. You attempted to pull yourself away but he kept his hand firmly against your heat. “P-please not that.”

“Humans are pathetic little creatures.” He said. “They say things with such ease… and then change their minds immediately after. Truly such fickle creatures.”

You felt the weight of another body on your backside. You whimpered.

Was this truly worth their safety? A promise you did not know if he would even fulfill.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of something long, and hard pressing against your clothed cunt. He was getting off on your humiliated state. You heard the movement of material behind you. You did not wish to look, you couldn’t.

“Now remember, Pet. You asked for this,” He spoke, voice now much closer to you. “You begged me for this.”

“N-no! I didn’t ask- I mean I… I didn’t think-” you sobbed, tears soaking the reddish sheets of the bed that your face pressed against.

“No. No you didn’t think, did you?” He mocked. “As much as you do so deserve it, I do not wish to tear you in half, though quite an appealing thought. I shall offer you some assistance. Take it with pride, I do not have to offer such a kindness to someone as pathetic as you.”

You were confused at his words until you felt a single digit being pushed into your cunt. You whined against the sheets, hands twisting in the material dampened from your tears. He slid his lengthy finger in and out of your cunt, pushing further each time. You stifled your whines, not wanting to give this monster the satisfaction of hearing you. He added a second finger. Stretching you slightly around his digits. His thumb pressed against your clit. Circling the bundle of nerves with precision. Still you held your whimpers, you did not want to show him even the slightest ounce of your pleasure. You were disgusted at the fact that you were enjoying this.

He increased his pace, pushing his fingers faster in and out of your slickened folds.

“Don’t stifle your noises. No one can hear you. And even if they could, who do you think would help you, hmm?” Reiji said.

“No-no one,” you choked out.

“Exactly,” He chuckled. “No one would help such a pathetic little Pet. You should be honored that I’ve found another use for you.”

He quickened his actions further. You could feel your orgasm building deep within your core. A tightening feeling, taking over every last rational thought your brain had left to offer.

“Would you like to know what your new purpose is, Pet?” He asked you.

You whined in response, sparks of pleasure shooting from your dampened core. The unbearable sound of squelching filled the space around you.

“Your new purpose is to be my little slave. To serve your new God.” He laughed deeply.

“I-I’m not your slave!” you cried out.

“Then why are you so close then? Such a desperate little whore.” He degraded.

A small moan escaped from your lips. You didn’t want this. You didn’t. But as the pleasure became so unbearable you became unsure. You felt yourself clench down on Reiji’s slender fingers. Your orgasm overtook your shaking body, ripples of pleasure coursed through you. You cried out from the aching pleasure.

His fingers were then replaced by something much larger. Your eyes widened with shock as he began to push his hardened tip against your entrance. You buried your face further into the bedding, stifling a sharp scream from your lungs. He pushed himself further into you. The stretch was unbearable. Even with his preparation you felt as if you were going to split in half around the girth of his cock. Through desperate pleas, Reiji’s actions did not falter. He pushed himself further and further until you were sure that you couldn’t take any more. When his pubic bone pressed against the soft flesh of your ass, you knew that he had fully bottomed out within you.

He began slowly, experimentally thrusting into your tight heat. You cried out, balling your fists into the sheets once more. You felt as if you would never get used to his size. There would never be enough time to adjust to his size. You could only pray that it would be over soon. That this would all end.

You couldn’t help but tense as his thrusts grew in strength. You could feel every inch, every ridge of his cock as he slid himself in and out of your throbbing cunt. His head dragged against your g-spot making you buck your hips back against him. You did not want this to feel as good as it did. But you couldn’t resist as the searing pain from being stretched to your very limit began to turn to sheer ecstasy.

Reiji could just devour you whole, listening to your begging whines and pleads as your cunt swallowed his cock deliciously. He let out his own unashamed grunt at the sight of your little hole stretched around him. He watched as he continued to sink himself in and out of you, over and over again.

“You belong to me, isn’t that right?” Reiji asked, his question punctuated by sharp thrust.

“Y-yes!” You cried out, voice slightly muffled by the sheets.

A strong hand embedded itself within your hair pulling upwards, forcing your head back.

“What was that? I didn’t quite hear that Pet,” He grunted.

“Yes! I belong to you!” You admitted.

You just wanted this torment to be over, but the way he was reaching even the deepest places within you had you savoring every second.

“And what am I to you?” He demanded, increasing his pace.

“You’re my M…Master!” You practically shouted. You could feel yourself growing ever closer by the second. The way his length massaged your cunt at every thrust.

“That’s exactly right my little Pet. Just an obedient little fucktoy for her Master,” He praised. “So here’s what’s going to happen… I’m going to use this pathetic little hole whenever I want… And you are going to allow me to do so.”

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the room. The lewd sound almost lost as you let out a scream of protest.

“No! You sai-” Your cries were cut off

“Then say goodbye to your family and Church,” Reiji grunted.

You did not want to endure this another time. Just once was enough.

He pressed his upper body against your back, never slowing his movements.

“Those are my terms, Pet. There will be no negotiating. You lost that opportunity the second you decided to use that little dagger on me.” Reiji’s voice whispered against your ear.

Chills were sent down your spine at his words. You knew you had made an irrefutable error by coming here, made worse by your foolish assisnation plan, but you could not endure an eternity of being owned by Reiji. But for the sake of your loved ones you did not have a choice in this. Your well-being was minuscule compared to their lives.

“You will either be my little fucktoy for eternity, or I will slaughter all of them and make you watch. Is that clear?” Reiji’s voice was still a harsh whisper in your ear.

“Y-yes Master!” Your words left your throat as a cry.

You weren’t sure how much longer you could take this. You felt your walls fluttering around his cock. With a desperate plea you felt yourself reach orgasm, your walls tightened around him. Reiji’s thrusts only increased in intensity as he began to reach his own high. Your aching walls milked his cock as he filled your womb with thick ropes of cum. You felt even fuller than before.

Reiji remained panting above you as he withdrew his softening cock from within you. His seed dripped from your abused hole onto the already sullied sheets below. Your shaking body collapsed, unable to hold yourself on your hands and knees and longer. Tears still leaked from your eyes, your vision was blurry and clouded.

“I’m very glad we could come to an agreement, Pet.” Reiji mused.

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Those were the last words you heard when you awoke again. Except you were not in that room. Nor were you in Eden.

Instead you lay in your own bed. The sheets pulled snug around your body. You would never mention the price of your family’s lives to them. Nor would this ever be spoken to the Church. They were only relieved that you had returned unscathed. They would remain blissfully unaware of the heavy burden that lay upon your shoulders.

All you knew for certain was the fear that overtook you in the midnight hours. How your blood ran cold before you tried to close your eyes to go to sleep. Because you knew. You knew when you heard your name echoed in a midnight breeze, that The King had summoned you.

@omlsheen

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wordsvomit101 · 29 days

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Obsidian Reverie

(??? years, ??? months, ??? days after His Majesty Leviathan received his name )

Amidst the enchanting ambiance of the Midnight Masquerade, an exquisite event held under the gentle light of the pure white twin moons, reminiscent of the legendary quiet goddess, Astrea, attendees are whisked away into a realm of unparalleled opulence and mystique.

Captivated by the allure of the evening, Glasyalabolas finds himself entranced by the ethereal atmosphere. The grand ballroom, adorned with towering marble pillars intricately carved with astrological motifs, emanates an aura of timeless elegance.

Bathed in the soft, moonlit glow that spills through stained glass windows and cascades from the sky above, the palace roof has been removed for this extraordinary occasion, allowing the eerie radiance to suffuse every corner of the room.

Scenes of ancient myths and legends are depicted in the intricate carvings adorning the pillars, their stories coming to life in the flickering torchlight. It is as if the very walls of the ballroom resonate with the echoes of a bygone era, transporting guests to a realm where fantasy and reality intertwine.

Guests, draped in luxurious fabrics of silk and velvet, don ornate masks that conceal their identities, transforming them into ethereal beings of mystery and allure. Each mask is a work of art, crafted with meticulous detail and embellished with feathers, jewels, and intricate filigree, adding to the air of intrigue that permeates the evening.

The flickering glow of glowing mantas and jellyfish swimming languidly as they cast dancing waves of shadows upon the polished marble floor, creating an enchanting backdrop for the swirling movements of the dancers. Soft strains of music fill the air, a haunting melody that seems to echo from another realm, beckoning guests to lose themselves in the intoxicating rhythm of the dance.

As the night unfolds, the Midnight Masquerade becomes a tapestry of secrets and desires, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur, and the true nature of its inhabitants is revealed. In this realm of darkness and enchantment, anything is possible, and the masks they wear are but a reflection of the mysteries that lie within.

Dressed in opulent attire and adorned with a mask that concealed his true visage, Glasyalabolas moved with grace and poise, his dark gazes and commanding presence drawing the attention of all who beheld him. Yet, amidst the swirling crowd of guests, his eyes were fixed upon one figure alone—The devil of Envy and sovereign of Hades.

As Glasyalabolas, the towering figure of ambition and madness, approached Leviathan with a graceful stride, his demeanor regal yet infused with a hint of a wild charm. Bowing respectfully, he addressed the beautiful being standing alone as onlookers couldn't help to let their gazes wander to him and the wave of shock could be felt as they saw the figure of the tall devil, having the courage to dare to ask for what they wish for from their king. With the utmost deference, he extended his hand with a regal flourish, and a hush fell over the assembled throng.

"Your Majesty," Glasyalabolas began, his voice carrying a tone of veneration, "might I have the honor of sharing a dance with you this evening?"

His gaze, sharp as the edge of a blade, swept across the room, a silent challenge to all who dared to meet his eye. Yet, beneath his mask of confidence, there lurked a primal fear, a knowing sense of walking straight into the gaping mouth of a monster.

Leviathan regarded him with a cold and measured gaze, his expression unreadable beneath the veil of shadows. There was a silent pause, tension hanging in the air like a taut thread.

Glasyalabolas continued, his tone soft yet insistent, "It would be a pleasure to glide across the floor with you, Your Majesty, to the haunting melody of the tango. Shall we indulge in this moment of respite amidst the chaos of our realms?"

With a distant gaze, the beautiful devil's expression was still a perfect embodiment of indifference, "Very well," he replied with a dismissive wave of his hand as if granting a trivial request to a begging peasant.

Clad in robes of darkest obsidian with hints of royal violet, Leviathan moved with predatory grace, his every step a silent promise of retribution. Around him, the air seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly aura, a palpable reminder of his status.

Undeterred by Leviathan's aloof demeanor, Glasyalabolas pressed on, seeking to provoke a reaction from his king, "I must say, Your Majesty," he continued, his voice laced with a subtle challenge, "I have always been curious about the secrets that lie hidden within the depths of your kingdom. Tell me, what is it that drives you, that fuels your ambition?", before placing a small but worshiped kiss upon the strong gloved hand of the divine devil opposite of him.

As they came together upon the polished marble floor, the haunting melody of the waltz filled the air, a mournful lament that echoed the pain of ages past. The music, a symphony of longing and despair, wrapped around them like a shroud, enveloping them in its melancholy embrace.

Leviathan's response was brief and detached, his attention only half-hearted as he allowed Glasyalabolas to take the lead in the waltz.

"Ambition is a fool's errand," he remarked coldly as if directing at the devil he allowed to lead him, his silky smooth voice tinted with arrogance before gracefully answering the question beckoned by the noble, "Stability", he continued after finishing an elegant twirl, "is the foundation upon which Hades stands. The foundation that needs to be maintained, regardless of the challenges that may arise"

Their dance began with a delicate grace, each movement a testament to their otherworldly power and elegance. Glasyalabolas's lips curled into a knowing smile, his eyes glinting with hidden intent. "And what of those who would dare to challenge your authority?" he pressed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you not fear the repercussions of their defiance?"

Their movements are like a symphony of grace and aggression, Glasyalabolas' hand on Leviathan's waist and his other guiding his king to his tempo. Leviathan's long coat floats behind him and with the light from the twin moon shining upon them, makes him shimmer like a thousand stars, glides across the ethereal void with the agility of a practiced ease. His dance is a mesmerizing spectacle, each step a ripple in the fabric of reality. His long limbs extend and retract in fluid undulations, creating hypnotic patterns that draw the eye inward into a vortex of wonder.

Leviathan continued to look upon him impassively, not bothering to waste his breath, looking down at Glasyalabolas despite their height differences.

Glasyalabolas, with his silver tongue and piercing gaze, sought to ensnare Leviathan in a web of intrigue and ambition, weaving a tapestry of manipulation and desire with each graceful step. Yet, beneath his facade of confidence, there is still lingered a primal excitement, a recognition of fear before the formidable force that stood before him.

But as the tempo quickened and the music soared to dizzying heights, a shift occurred, a subtle yet undeniable change in the fabric of their dance when Glasyalabolas dared to come closer.

Glasyalabolas's inquiry sliced through the air with calculated precision, his words carrying a subtle edge of curiosity. "Your Majesty," he began, his tone deceptively mild, "forgive my impertinence, but I cannot help but wonder of what happened that day, a spectacle upon the rift of the North of Hades"

Leviathan's gaze darkened at the mention of his past, a flicker of something indefinable crossing his features before he regained his composure, ready to continue to dismiss Glasyalabolas before another audacious question was asked, a glare marred on his gorgeous visage.

"What drove you to such depths? What horrors did you endure before claiming your throne?"

Leviathan's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint, a warning simmering beneath his icy face, before an exquisitely cruel smile graced his lips, an elegant arch to his brow, with a soft inquire for a lowly devil before him, "So you seek to understand this King?"

Glasyalabolas felt a chill run down his spine as Leviathan's gaze bore into him with a steely intensity. It was as if he had crossed a line, delving into forbidden territory that should never have been breached. However, his curiosity only mounted higher, the allure of being able to know a side of Leviathan, it is both a threat and an offer that would kill him if he treks further.

But, in the pursuit of knowledge, only fools who are brave dare to venture into the darkness, for they know that it is in the depths of uncertainty that true understanding is found.

With an excited gulp, Glasyalabolas summoned his courage and approached the enchanting Leviathan, his facade of calmness strained but resolute.

"Your Majesty," he began, his voice quivering with anticipation, "forgive my audacity, but I must know... What is the answer to my question?"

Leviathan regarded him with a cool detachment, his gaze piercing through Glasyalabolas's facade with unnerving precision.

"The answer?" he echoed, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes, "Hmm, how about I let you have a taste then?"

Leviathan tightened his grip and seized the waist of the taller devil. With a steely gaze and a subtle shift in his movements, he seized control of the dance, his silent command rippling through the air like a ripple on a still pond. At that moment, Glasyalabolas realized the true extent of his folly, as the balance of power shifted inexorably in Leviathan's favor.

As Leviathan took control of the dance, Glasyalabolas couldn't shake the unsettling sensation of being ensnared in the coils of a giant serpent, his movements calculated and precise, each step a predatory strike. In his mind's eye, he was no longer the noble demon, but a mere raccoon, small and insignificant in the presence of such overwhelming power.

Leviathan's steps upon the marble floor became a haunting echo of a predator stalking its prey, a symphony of sinewy grace and raw power that left Glasyalabolas trembling in his wake. With each graceful twist and turn, he felt the weight of Leviathan's gaze bearing down upon him like the unblinking stare of a serpent tearing him down to his bone and squeezing every air he had in his organ.

And yet, amidst the chaos and the tumult, there lingered a strange kind of beauty, a twisted ballet of desire and despair that spoke to the depths of a shared agony. The echoes of their voices mingled with the haunting melody of the waltz, a cacophony of whispers and sighs that reverberated through the halls of eternity even fearing away the swimming mantas and jellyfish.

Glasyalabolas found himself swept up in the maelstrom of their dance, his senses overwhelmed by the heady rush of adrenaline and fear. It was as if he stood on the precipice of oblivion, teetering on the edge of some vast abyss that threatened to swallow him whole.

However, the final notes of the waltz echoed through the ballroom, bringing his consciousness back to reality.

As they stood locked in a silent tableau, the music singing of the two figures bound together by fate and forged in the fires of eternity. However, instead of reveling in the romance of the moment, Leviathan carelessly dipped an exhausted and scared Glasyalabolas, a stark contrast to the beginning where Glasyalabolas had led the dance.

With a benevolent grace, yet a coldness that cut through the air like a blade, Leviathan smiled down at him, his eyes betraying none of the warmth that Glasyalabolas had hoped to find.

"Know your place," he intoned softly, his voice carrying the weight of authority and power.

And yet, amidst the chaos and the terror stirring in his mind, there was a perverse thrill, a perverse ecstasy that coursed through his veins like wildfire. For in the embrace of Leviathan's dark and commanding allure, Glasyalabolas found himself trembling not just with fear, but with a hunger and admiration that burned hotter than the flames of Hell itself for the devil above him.

#what in hell is bad #whb #whb leviathan #whb glasyalabolas #toxic yaoi 101/jk #ngl i been wanting to write this after the orias event #at first #i was thinking about making it foras and levi but glasyalabolas took the cake #the amount of envy glasyalabolas created that day is enough to fuel hades for the next several years tbh #he did sleep with one eye open so that's that

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cnnmairoll · 9 months

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An Enchanted Masquerade Tale

Pairing : Sampo x Reader Genre : Fluff, Fairytale AU Summary : In the midst of an enchanted masquerade, a chance encounter between a noble soul and an eloquent mercenary sets off a captivating journey of unmasked identities and burgeoning love. Disclaimer : reader has hair, long enough for sampo to tuck a strand behind their ear a/n : My entry piece for @masked-fools Fairytale au!! Please check out the other writers there, they're very talented ♡

In the heart of the enchanting kingdom of Eldoria, where tales of magic and romance intertwine, a grand masquerade ball was underway. The night was aglow with the soft radiance of a thousand candles, casting dancing shadows on the walls of the opulent palace. Nobles, aristocrats, and dignitaries from far and wide had gathered, all elegantly adorned in their finest attire and elaborate masks that concealed their true identities.

Amidst the swirling sea of silk gowns and velvet suits, you, a member of a prestigious noble family, stood masked in an attire that befitted your regal lineage. But as the night progressed, the initial excitement began to wane, replaced by a lingering sense of monotony. The ballroom was alive with laughter and music, yet you found yourself yearning for something more.

It was then that destiny intervened, leading you to collide with a captivating stranger. Your mask brushed against theirs, and the two of you locked eyes. A mischievous glint sparkled within their emerald orbs, igniting an immediate connection. With a flourish, the stranger introduced themselves with a fabricated name that held an air of secrecy.

You engaged in a dance of words, the kind that transcended mere pleasantries. Your conversations flowed effortlessly, like a river of shared thoughts and dreams. Time seemed to stand still as the two of you exchanged stories, anecdotes, and witty remarks. The masquerade around you became a distant hum, as if the world outside your bubble of conversation ceased to exist.

As the night grew darker, the chatter in the ballroom intensified, threatening to shatter the intimate cocoon you had woven around yourselves. Recognizing the need for solitude, the gentleman suggested a stroll in the palace garden, where the fragrant blooms and moonlit paths could offer a refuge from the prying eyes and intrusive voices.

Outside, the garden was a paradise of flora and twinkling lights, casting a magical spell upon the night. The breeze whispered secrets as you walked together, the moon bathing you in its silvery glow. The connection between you deepened, each revelation drawing you closer to this masked enigma.

But just as the bond between you seemed to solidify, the delicate thread of your encounter snapped. Panic rippled through the crowd as alarms sounded—the masked stranger was exposed as a "Thief." Gasps echoed, and the night took an unexpected turn as guards rushed to apprehend the man you had grown so fond of in mere hours.

Before he vanished into the shadows, the thief's true name was revealed: Sampo Koski. With a heartfelt apology for the abrupt departure, he made a promise—unfinished and suspended in midair—that he would see you again.

Since then, he had been occupying your mind, the memory of that enchanting night at the masquerade ball etched into your thoughts. You often found yourself lost in daydreams, imagining what it would be like to see the masked thief, Sampo Koski, again. The thrill of his presence, the intriguing conversations you shared – it all felt like a dream you were desperate to relive.

In one fateful night, you were just reading a book in the dimly lit chamber of your family's grand estate, your thoughts wandering to the enigmatic stranger who had left such an indelible mark on your heart. The moon cast a soft glow through the window, illuminating the pages before you.

Interrupting your solitude, a light but distinct knock resonated against the glass pane. Startled, you looked up, your heart racing. Could it be him? Your mind raced with both excitement and trepidation. With cautious curiosity, you approached the window and slowly drew aside the heavy curtains.

There, standing on the window ledge, was a figure in a familiar black ensemble, adorned with a mask that concealed their features. Your breath caught as you recognized the emerald eyes that glinted mischievously from behind the mask – it was him, Sampo Koski, the charming "Thief" from that magical night.

With a mix of excitement and trepidation, you quickly unlatched the window, allowing him to step inside. The moonlight danced across his emerald eyes as he removed his mask, revealing his charming smile. "Surprised to see me?" he quipped, his voice a blend of mischief and warmth.

His eyes met yours, a mixture of playfulness and gratitude shining in his gaze. "Thank you for not betraying me that night," he said, his voice a velvet whisper.

You offered a faint smile, unable to deny the spark of attraction that flickered between you. "I could hardly bring myself to expose someone who had shared such an enchanting conversation with me."

As the two of you stood there, masked and shrouded in the moon's embrace, the air was thick with unspoken emotions. It was as though the world outside had ceased to exist, leaving only the two of you suspended in this stolen moment.

Thick with unspoken emotions, it was as though the world outside had ceased to exist, leaving only the two of you suspended in this stolen moment. Time seemed to stand still, the only sounds the hushed whispers of your breaths and the faint rustling of fabric. The intensity of the connection you shared was palpable, an invisible thread binding your souls together.

Sampo's emerald eyes bore into yours, his gaze unwavering and filled with a mixture of longing and vulnerability. His fingers brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your veins. With each heartbeat, the distance between you seemed to diminish, until it was almost imperceptible.

Sampo's lips curved into a gentle smile, his fingers entwined with yours. "You know, there's an old tale I once heard," he began, his voice a soothing melody that seemed to wrap around your heart. "It's about two souls who find each other in the most unexpected of places, bound by a fate that refuses to be denied."

You listened intently, captivated by his words, your breath hitching with every pause. "And what happens to these souls?" you whispered, your voice barely audible in the intimate space between you.

Sampo's gaze never wavered, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of your hand. "They must make a choice – to embrace the connection that defies reason and convention, or to let fear dictate their path."

The weight of his words settled in the air, the gravity of the decision hanging over you both. You felt the rapid beat of your heart, a steady rhythm that seemed to synchronize with his own. With a newfound determination, you took a step closer, your bodies now nearly touching.

"Perhaps," you began, your voice steady despite the butterflies that danced within you, "it's time for us to make that choice."

Sampo's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of surprise and delight. "You're right," he agreed, his fingers grazing your cheek as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "It's time to let our hearts guide us."

In that moment, the world around you faded into insignificance, and it was just the two of you, standing on the precipice of something extraordinary. Sampo's gaze dropped to your lips, his breath mingling with yours as he leaned in, his touch a feather-light caress against your skin.

Sampo's forehead rested against yours, his gaze filled with a newfound intensity. "I may be a thief of treasures, but you, my dear, have stolen something far more valuable – my heart."

A soft laugh escaped your lips, a melody of pure joy that danced between you. "And you, Sampo Koski, have captured my heart in a way that no mask could ever conceal."

His fingers tightened around yours, his touch a reassuring anchor in the midst of the swirling emotions. "I've always known that life is a delicate balance of risks and rewards," he mused, his voice a low murmur that resonated deep within you. "But meeting you has shifted that balance, made me see that the greatest risks are often the most rewarding."

You nodded, your heart swelling with an inexplicable warmth. "I used to think that my world was confined to the walls of this estate, to the expectations that come with my name. But you've shown me that there's a world beyond, full of mystery and adventure."

Sampo's thumb brushed against the back of your hand, his touch a soothing caress. "Then let us explore that world together.”

As the night wore on, the two of you continued to talk, your conversations ranging from dreams and aspirations to shared stories of past adventures. It was as though time had become an afterthought, and the connection between you grew stronger with each passing moment. The barriers that once separated your worlds had crumbled, leaving behind an unbreakable bond that defied convention.

Eventually, as the first rays of dawn painted the sky with hues of pink and gold, you realized that the night was coming to an end. Sampo's eyes met yours, a mixture of reluctance and determination in his gaze. "I wish I could stay longer, but the morning light is not my ally."

You nodded in understanding, a bittersweet smile tugging at your lips. "I know, Sampo. But this is just the beginning, isn't it? We have a world to explore, adventures to embark upon."

His fingers brushed against your cheek, his touch tender. "Indeed, my dear. And every step of that journey will be more vibrant and alive because you're by my side."

With a final, lingering touch, Sampo turned toward the window, his silhouette framed by the soft glow of dawn. As he prepared to slip away, he cast one last look in your direction, his eyes holding a promise of a future yet to be written.

"I'll find you," he whispered, his voice carrying a certainty that sent a thrill through your heart. And with that, he vanished into the early morning mist, leaving behind a sense of longing and anticipation.

As you watched him disappear, you knew that the story of Sampo Koski and the mysterious masquerade had only just begun. The pages of your own adventure were waiting to be filled, with moments of laughter, challenges to overcome, and a love that had the power to transcend even the most formidable of obstacles.

With a heart full of hope, you closed the window and turned back to the room, the memories of that enchanted night etched into your soul. The world beyond your estate's walls beckoned, and you were ready to step into it – unmasked, unafraid, and in love.

#˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ mai writes #hsr #honkai star rail #sampo #sampo koski #sampo koski x reader #sampo x reader #hsr sampo #honkai star rail sampo #sampo honkai #hsr fluff #masquerade ball #au

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MASQUERADE

Warnings: secrets, mild peril (correct me if I left some out)

In the heart of Paris, where the city lights dance with the Seine, Y/N lived a life colored by the mundane strokes of daily routine. But amidst the ordinary, there was one extraordinary exception—Chat Noir, the enigmatic hero whose daring feats were the whispers of legends.

Y/N's fascination with Chat Noir was no secret. They followed every reported sighting, every tale of his heroics spun into the night air. Yet, for all the admiration, Y/N never imagined their paths would cross beyond the pages of the morning paper.

It began one evening, as Y/N lingered at a café terrace, the remnants of an espresso painting patterns in a small white cup. A flicker of movement caught their eye—a shadow against the moonlit backdrop of the city. It was him, Chat Noir, leaping across rooftops with feline agility.

Their meetings became a series of chance encounters, each more thrilling than the last. Chat Noir, always the gentleman, would often escort Y/N home, ensuring their safety with a playful wink and a promise of "Until next time."

But as the nights passed, Y/N noticed something—a pattern in Chat Noir's disappearances, a familiarity in his mannerisms. Curiosity piqued, Y/N began to piece together the puzzle, each clue bringing them closer to the truth behind the mask.

Chat Noir, however, was no fool. He saw the curiosity in Y/N's eyes, the questions on the tip of their tongue. He knew the danger that knowledge could bring—not to him, but to Y/N. The hero's life was one of solitude for a reason, and that reason was to keep the ones he cared for out of harm's way.

So, he tried to distract Y/N, with grander tales and more daring rescues, anything to keep them from the truth. But the heart wants what it wants, and Y/N's heart wanted to know the man behind the myth.

The game of cat and mouse intensified with each passing day. Y/N's pursuit of the truth became a silent obsession, one that filled the pages of their sketchbook with notes and theories. Chat Noir's visits, once a source of joy, now sparked a burning curiosity that refused to be quenched.

Y/N began to notice the little things—the way Chat Noir's laugh echoed a familiar tune, the subtle hints of a shared favorite book, and the peculiar timing of his appearances. It was as if the universe itself was dropping breadcrumbs, leading Y/N down a path they couldn't resist following.

Chat Noir, for his part, was becoming increasingly flustered. His attempts to divert Y/N's attention only seemed to fuel their resolve. He knew he had to be more careful, to guard his secret with even greater vigilance. But the heart has a way of betraying even the most guarded of secrets, and his was no exception.

One evening, as the city celebrated the Festival of Lights, Y/N and Chat Noir found themselves amidst the vibrant display of fireworks. The sky was ablaze with color, each explosion a symphony of light that mirrored the turmoil in Chat Noir's soul.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Y/N remarked, their eyes reflecting the spectacle above.

Chat Noir nodded, his gaze lingering on Y/N's face. "Not as beautiful as the truth that's hiding in plain sight," he thought to himself.

As the night drew to a close, Y/N made a bold decision. They would confront Chat Noir, demand answers to the questions that haunted their dreams. But as they turned to speak, they found him gone, vanished like a whisper in the wind.

Days turned into weeks, and Chat Noir's visits ceased altogether. Y/N felt a void where once there was excitement, a silence where there was laughter. The absence of the hero left a bitter taste, a reminder of the unresolved mystery that lay between them.

Determined to find closure, Y/N set out on a quest to uncover the truth. They retraced Chat Noir's steps, followed the tales of his heroics, and slowly, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place.

It was on a rainy afternoon, in the quiet of a quaint Parisian bookstore, that Y/N's world shifted on its axis. A chance encounter, a familiar voice, and the sight of a well-worn ring led to the revelation that would change everything.

The man behind the mask, the hero who had captured Y/N's heart, was none other than...

Adrien Agreste

The son of the famous fashion designer, Gabriel Agreste. The revelation hit Y/N like a thunderclap, the pieces of the puzzle fitting together with a clarity that was almost blinding.

Y/N's mind raced with memories—Chat Noir's grace, his humor, the way he seemed to understand the heart of Paris. It all made sense now. The hero of Paris was the boy who had sat two rows ahead in art class, the one whose sketches had danced across the page with a life of their own.

But with the truth laid bare, Y/N was faced with a dilemma. Adrien, or rather Chat Noir, had gone to great lengths to keep his identity a secret. Did Y/N have the right to confront him? Would revealing their knowledge put him in danger?

The days that followed were a battle between Y/N's conscience and their desire to share the burden of the secret they now carried. They watched Adrien from afar, noticing the weight that seemed to rest upon his shoulders, the way his smile didn't quite reach his eyes.

It was a chance encounter at the Louvre, amidst the timeless art and wandering tourists, that fate decided to take a hand. Y/N and Adrien reached for the same sketchbook, their fingers brushing, and in that moment, a silent understanding passed between them.

"Y/N," Adrien began, his voice barely above a whisper, "I know that you know."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "Adrien, I—"

"Please," he interrupted, his green eyes pleading. "Don't say it out loud. Just... promise me you'll keep my secret. For Paris."

Y/N nodded, the promise sealed in their heart. "Your secret is safe with me. But why do you do it, Adrien? Why risk everything?"

He smiled, a genuine smile that Y/N had come to cherish. "Because Paris is worth it. Because you're worth it. A bit of freedom.... You know."

From that day on, Y/N became Chat Noir's silent ally, the keeper of his secret. And as the sun set over the city of love, Y/N realized that their love for the hero hadn't changed with the unmasking. If anything, it had only grown stronger, for now, they loved the man behind the mask as well.

#chatnoir x reader #adrien agreste #Chatnoir #Adrien Agreste x reader #yn #x reader #Miraculous Ladybug #Spotify #viralpost

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moonlitalien · 2 years

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A mini ref sheet for my VTM OC, Sister Danae! (obviously not her real name, but the one she chose for herself)

Danae was a nun in life and somehow, she still thinks of herself as a nun in undeath. Danae likes partying and kissing girls, and strongly believes that God directly speaks to her at times. She can AND she will pray for you every day, if she likes you... if she doesn't like you, she will beat you up with a steel pipe and recycle your blood into communion wine.

#vtm #vampire the masquerade #malkavian #moonlit art #OC: Danae Aura #not swtor

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darkcelibi802 · 5 months

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Signature Spell (Unique Magic) Names and Incantations

These are the Signature Spells revealed thus far in-game. This is a work in progress, and will be updated as we progress through the story. Some incantations have not been revealed, and others have been revealed in other media. Those will be noted.

Last Updated: Stage in Playful Land Event End

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle - OFF WITH YOUR HEAD (Lit. Behead Them)

ABILITY: Summons a collar around the target’s neck and seals their magic.

INCANTATION: “I’ll hand down my sentence. The verdict comes afterwards. Are you ready? Off With Your Head!”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Prologue 3

Incantation: Twisted-Wonderland Manga Episode of Heartslabyul: Volume 1 (p.50)

Ace - (Not Revealed)

Deuce - BET THE LIMIT (Lit. Tit for Tat)

ABILITY: Builds up damage taken by attacks and returns it all at once twofold.

INCANTATION: “I’ll make you pay for that! Brace yourself! Bet the Limit!”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 5-64

Cater - SPLIT CARD (Lit. Scattered Hand of Cards)

ABILITY:Creates clones of himself.

INCANTATION: “I am him, and he is another. Split Card!”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 1-15 / P.E. Cater Vignette

Incantation: P.E. Cater Vignette

Trey - DOODLE SUIT (Lit. Paint The Roses)

ABILITY: Temporarily overwrites a specific component of the target item.

INCANTATION: “White to red, and red to white. Doodle Suit!”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 1-14

Incantation: Twisted-Wonderland The Novel Episode 1: The Red-Rose Tyrant (p.249)

SAVANACLAW

Leona - KING’S ROAR (Lit. Roar of the King)

ABILITY: Touches anything he touches into sand.

INCANTATION: “I am hunger. I am thirst. I am what robs you of tomorrow. Kneel before me. King’s Roar!”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 2-25 / Dorm Leona Vignette

Incantation: Dorm Leona Vignette

Jack - UNLEASH THE BEAST (Lit. Shattering Howl on a Moonlit Night)

ABILITY: Allows Jack to transform into a large white wolf.

INCANTATION: Not revealed/unknown if needed.

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 2-26

Ruggie - LAUGH WITH ME (Lit. Fool’s Parade)

ABILITY: Controls others to mimic his movements.

INCANTATION: Not revealed/unknown if needed.

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 2-2 (first seen), 2-23 (name spoken)

OCTAVINELLE

Azul – IT’S A DEAL (Lit. Golden Contract)

ABILITY: Lets Azul take any power from the target once they sign a contract.

INCANTATION: “The song ends, the sun sets. Extend mercy upon these poor souls. Now, the deal is struck! It’s a Deal!”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 3

Incantation: Glorious Masquerade (Event) Episode 5-5

Jade – SHOCK THE HEART (Lit. Gnawing Teeth)

ABILITY: Compels the target to speak the truth. Can only be used once per person.

INCANTATION: “No need to fear, I only wish to help you. Shock the Heart.”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 3

Incantation: Episode 4

Floyd – BIND THE HEART (Lit. Coiling Tail)

ABILITY: Blocks and diverts an opponent’s magic.

INCANTATION: Not revealed/unknown if needed.

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 3

SCARABIA

Kalim – OASIS MAKER (Lit. Everlasting Grace)

ABILITY: Summons a large amount of water (usually in the form of rain).

INCANTATION: “Respite in the scalding sands, a never-ending party. Dance! Sing! Oasis Maker!”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 4

Jamil – SNAKE WHISPER (Lit. Snake Charmer)

ABILITY: Hypnotizes a target. They must look into his eyes for it to take effect.

INCANTATION: “The one you see reflected in your eyes is your master. Answer when I ask. Bow when I command. Snake Whisper.”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 4

POMEFIORE

Vil – FAIREST ONE OF ALL (Lit. Poison From a Beautiful Flower)

ABILITY: Places a curse with a touch by specifying the conditions.

INCANTATION: “Nothing to lose, nothing to fear. The shining crown is meant for me. Fairest One Of All.”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 5

Incantation: Episode 6

Epel – SLEEP KISS (Lit. Crimson Fruit)

ABILITY: Places target in glass coffin and puts them to sleep.

INCANTATION: “Close your eyes, still your breath. Sleep Kiss.”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 6

Rook – I SEE YOU (Lit. Arrow that Flies to the Furthest Reaches)

ABILITY: Once cast on a target, he can pinpoint its exact location.

INCANTATION: “Come, let’s see you try to outrun me. I See You.”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 6

IGNIHYDE

Idia – GATE TO UNDERWORLD (Lit. Opened Gateway to the Underworld)

ABILITY: Opens and closes the door to the “Underworld” in STYX HQ.

INCANTATION: “Game, Set, Match. Gate to Underworld.”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 6

DIASOMNIA

Malleus – FAE OF MALEFICENCE (Lit. Blessing)

ABILITY: Casts a web of thorns and places everyone within to sleep.

INCANTATION: “Spinning wheel of fate, keep pulling the thread of disaster. As King of the Abyss, I shall bestow this upon you. Fae of Maleficence.”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 7

Silver – MEET IN A DREAM (Lit. Let’s Share the Same Dream)

ABILITY: Allows the caster to jump into other people’s dreams. Only can be used while asleep. Cannot choose the dream that is jumped to. The dreamer is indicated by a white bird-like wisp.

INCANTATION: “To the one I’ve met before, to the one I’ve yet to meet. Meet in a Dream.”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 7

Sebek – LIVING BOLT (Lit. Flash of Lightning)

ABILITY: His body becomes electricity, like a lightning bolt.

INCANTATION: “Strike through the stormy heavens, O lightning! Living Bolt!”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 7

Lilia – FAR CRY CRADLE (Lit. To the Furthest Cradle)

ABILITY: Allows the caster to play back the memory of an “object” for a short time.

INCANTATION: “All is as if it were days long past. No matter where it takes us, it will all be over in the blink of an eye. Far Cry Cradle.”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 7

OTHERS

Rollo Flamme – DARK FIRE (Lit. Burning Desire)

ABILITY: His body is wrapped in flames that he can manipulate at will. The more his foes are afraid, confused, or frustrated, the stronger his flames.

INCANTATION: “O crimson flower, scorch my soul and guide me. Dark Fire!”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Glorious Masquerade (Event) Episode 5-5

Fellow Honest – LIFE IS FUN (Lit. Rose-Tinted Dream)

ABILITY: Those afflicted feel more easy-going and optimistic and are more inclined to do things they wouldn’t normally do.

INCANTATION: “Come on to the theater! Life is Fun!”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Stage in Playful Land (Event) Episode 5-6

#twisted wonderland #twst #unique magic #signature spell

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Transformers: Lost World - All 69 Organic and Cybernetic Animals

Mounts - Animals that are kept for transport.

Pets – Animals that can be kept as creatures for comfort or raised as livestock.

Hunts – Animals that can be hunted for meat and other byproducts like bone or plating.

Planet Xari Organic Animals:

Draco Horse (P/M/H) – All areas (except Ocean); Can be found in Tiger and Leopard Patterns.

Normal Colors: Midnight (Dark Blue, Dark Purple, and Slate Purple), Malachite (Dark Green, Green, Light Green), Aqua Spring (Deep Blue, Light Blue, and Teal)

Rare Colors: Prime Sherbert (Red, Blue, and Yellow), Dragon’s Breath (Dark Brown, Orange, and Grey)

2. Timbercow (P/H) - Towns, Meadow; Can be found in Tobiano and Saddled Patterns.

Normal Colors: Diamond Ring (White, Cerulean, and Silver), Blueberry Cream (Blue and Light Gray), Magical Betta (White, Blue, and Maroon)

Rare Colors: Spatial Wonder (Blue, Gold, and Silver), Mint Vanilla (Mint, Teal, and Cream)

3. Rushpig (P/H) - Towns, Meadow, Jungle; Can be found in Basic and Tobiano Patterns.

Normal Colors: Moss Rock (Camo Green, Windsor Tan, and Black), Alstroemeria (Green, Yellow, and Orange), Tuxedo (Black and White)

Rare Colors: Candy Apple (Crimson and Silver), Rainbow Fluorite (Lavender, Mint, and Black)

4. Fluffsheep (P/H) - Towns, Meadow, Mountains; Can be found in Basic and Cheetah Patterns.

Normal Colors: Frosted Bloom (White, Grey, and Magenta), Faded Dusk (Light Gray, Deep Blue and Orange), Cinnabar Dolomite (White, Maroon, and Deep Grey)

Rare Colors: Elegant Eclipse (Gold, Black, and Silver), Purple Labradorite (Purple, Black, and Brown)

5. Gullgoat (P/H) - Towns, Meadow, Mountains; Can be found in Basic and Tobiano Patterns.

Normal Colors: Desert Bloom (Tan, Purple, and Yellow), Shaded Canyon (Copper, Purple, and Black), Treasure Ore (Silver, Gold, and Copper)

Rare Colors: Parade (Cerulean, Teal, and Crimson), Fuchsia (Pink, Purple, and Gold with Blue Lights)

6. Jaded Donkey (P/M/H) - Towns, Meadow; Can be found in Chevron and Saddled Patterns.

Normal Colors: Militia (Green, Grey, and Black), Malachite (Dark Green, Green, Light Green), Sand (Gold and Tan)

Rare Colors: Masquerade (Vivid Purple, Neon Green, and Dark Grey), White Lotus (White, Green and Mint)

7. Moonduck (P/H) - Meadow, Ocean, Tundra; Can be found in Basic and Mackerel Patterns.

Normal Colors: Cobalt Aura (Dark Blue, Gold, and Purple), Obsidian Sun (Black, Orange, and Deep Copper), Energon (White, Blue, and Teal)

Rare Colors: Cherry Swirl (Crimson and Magenta), Super Seven (Gold, Purple, and Maroon)

8. Gemdog (P) - Towns; Can be found in Basic and Tobiano Patterns.

Normal Colors: Variscite Bracelet (Gold, Green, and Mint), Fire Opal (Orange, Black, and Gold), Ruby Glass (Red, Light Teal, and Black)

Rare Colors: Amethyst (Indigo, Gray, and Silver), Apatite Calcite (Blue, Slate, and Orange)

9. Serpicat (P) - Towns; Can be found in Ocelot and Tiger Patterns.

Normal Colors: Purple Dawn (Purple, Lavender, and Grey), Decadent Paradise (Burgundy, Slate Purple, and Silver), Supernova (Black, Red, Orange, and Silver)

Rare Colors: Gothic Luxury (Black, Gold, and Crimson), Mosaic (Dark Blue, White, and Yellow)

10. Horned Chicken (P/H) - Towns; Can be found in Basic and Chevron Patterns.

Normal Colors: Bumblebee Jasper (Yellow, Black, and Blue), Wire Jacket (White, Red, Green, and Black), Moonlit Ocean (Dark Blue, Black and White)

Rare Colors: Rhondochrosite (Magenta, Pink, and Pale Pink), Lepidolite (Indigo, Lavender, and Slate)

11. Rockram (P/H) - Meadow, Mountains; Can be found in Narrow Single Striped and Narrow Double Striped Patterns.

Normal Colors: Turquoise (Teal and Mint), Charm (Silver, Gold, and Magenta), Sumi-e (White, Black, and Red)

Rare Colors: Lavender Field (Lavender, Grey, and Green), Dark Stone (Deep Blue, Black, and Slate)

12. Ringshark (P/H) - Ocean; Can be found in Saddled and Mackerel Patterns.

Normal Colors: Starry Night (Black, Indigo, and Copper), Moonlit Ocean (Dark Blue, Black and White), Ivory Glamour (White, Gold, and Red)

Rare Colors: Green Amber (Dark Green, Amber, and Brown), Crimson Rosella (Red, Blue, and Black)

13. Dagger-stripe Dolphin (P/H) - Ocean; Can be found in Basic and Leopard Patterns.

Normal Colors: Peppermint (White, Red, Green, and Grey), Star Sapphire (Slate Gray and Deep Blue), Aurora (Purple, Green, and Black)

Rare Colors: Ornament (Red, Silver, and Gold), Tourmaline (Pink, Green, and Dark Green)

14. Rainbow Jellyfish (P/H) - Ocean; Can be found in Tribal and Cheetah Patterns.

Normal Colors: Fuchsia (Pink, Purple, and Gold), Blue Sky (Cerulean, Baby Blue, and White), Grassland (Light Green, Mint, and Amber)

Rare Colors: Showtime (Blue, Crimson, and Gold), Monochrome (White, Black, and Grey)

15. Glowhale (P/H) - Ocean; Can be found in Mackerel and Saddled Patterns.

Normal Colors: Ominous (Teal, Black, and Silver), Rainbow Fluorite (Lavender, Mint, and Black), Imperial (Silver, Gold, and Purple)

Rare Colors: Constellation (Navy Blue and Silver), Legrandite (Gold and Yellow)

16. Reef Fish (P/H) - Ocean; Can be found in Saddled and Ocelot Patterns.

Normal Colors: Citrus Melody (Green, Orange, and Yellow), Coral Reef (Pink, Teal, and Gold), Coreopsis (Yellow, Deep Gray, and Red)

Rare Colors: Sumi-e (White, Black, and Red), Black Swan (Black, Deep Grey, and Gold)

17. Coralcrab (P/H) - Ocean Can be found in Basic and Cheetah Patterns.

Normal Colors: Harlequin (Red, Black, and White), Aspen Forest (Grey, Dark Grey, White, and Yellow), Mystic Mist (Slate, Lavender, and Yellow)

Rare Colors: Ammolite (Green, Yellow, and Red), Black Pearl (Black and Silver)

18. Barbed Octopus (P/H) - Ocean; Can be found in Leopard and Triangular Patterns.

Normal Colors: Vampire (Black, Purple, and Red), Crimson Tide (Crimson, Burgundy, and Dark Red), Cupid (Pink and White)

Rare Colors: Sphene Titanite (Gold, Green, and Burgundy), Candlelight (Orange, Black, and Yellow)

19. Sunscorpion (P/H) - Desert; Can be found in Chevron and Wide Single Striped Patterns.

Normal Colors: Inferno (Tangerine, Light Orange, and Black), Regal Galaxy (Black, White, and Gold), Zultanite (Camo Green, Windsor Tan, and Grey)

Rare Colors: Witch Doctor (Lavender, Black, and Slate Purple), Yellow Jacket (Yellow and Black)

20. Cat-Eye Cobra (P/H) - Desert; Can be found in Ocelot and Tiger Patterns.

Normal Colors: Black Widow (Black, Grey, and Red), Tiger’s Eye (Orange, Black, and Crimson), Komodo (Green, Orange, and Deep Grey)

Rare Colors: Morning Glory (Purple, Lavender, and Black), Flag (White, Deep Blue, and Crimson)

21. Blue-back Camel (P/M/H) - Desert, Canyon; Can be found in Basic and Tobiano Patterns.

Normal Colors: Aqua Spring (Deep Blue, Light Blue, and Teal), Glass Marbles (White, Red, Blue, and Black), Cosmic Nebula (Blue, Black, and Pink)

Rare Colors: Dark Butterfly (Black, Indigo, Gold, and Light Grey), Turquoise (Teal and Mint)

22. Frivolifox (P/H) - Desert, Tundra; Can be found in Saddled and Chevron Patterns.

Normal Colors: Sunset (Red, Gold, and Orange), Pink Dream (Pink, Purple, and Maroon), Dark Architecture (Tan, Purple, and Black)

Rare Colors: Chromite (Silver and Gray), Mint Vanilla (Mint, Teal, and Cream)

23. Dustbat (P/H) - Jungle, Canyon, Mountains; Can be found in Cheetah and Tobiano Patterns.

Normal Colors: Auburn Anthem (Crimson and Copper), Blood Moon (Black and Crimson), Iris Diamond (Silver and Violet)

Rare Colors: Old Shed (Green, Dark Brown, and Black), Cards (White, Red, and Black)

24. Sawbill Parrot (P) - Jungle, Ocean; Can be found in Narrow Double Striped and Chevron Patterns.

Normal Colors: Aurora (Purple, Green, and Black), Rose Bouquet (Red, Magenta, and Yellow), Ammolite (Green, Yellow, and Red)

Rare Colors: Techno Rave (Dark Blue, Purple, and Gold), Hibiscus Trionum (White, Black, and Gold)

25. Starry Owl (P/H) - Jungle, Meadow, Towns; Can be found in Cheetah and Mackerel Patterns.

Normal Colors: Cosmic Nebula (Blue, Black, and Pink), Midnight (Dark Blue, Dark Purple, and Slate Purple), Purple Starling (Purple, Teal, and Silver)

Rare Colors: Tropical Dusk (Burgundy, Amber, and Lavender), Frosted Bloom (White, Grey, and Magenta)

26. Xervias’ Hawk (P/H) - Volcanic Basin, Jungle, Mountains, Ocean; Can be found in Basic and Chevron Patterns.

Normal Colors: Ornament (Red, Silver, and Gold), Coreopsis (Yellow, Deep Gray, and Red), Black Swan (Black, Deep Grey, and Gold)

Rare Colors: Decadent Paradise (Burgundy, Slate Purple, and Silver), Emerald Marble (Green, Gold, and Black)

27. Split-tail Eagle (P/H) - Jungle, Mountains, Tundra, Canyon; Can be found in Basic and Tiger Patterns.

Normal Colors: Chromite (Silver and Gray), Huntsman (Tan, Dark Brown, and Grey), Shaded Canyon (Copper, Purple, and Black)

Rare Colors: Phoenix (Yellow, Orange, Red, and Black), Royal Blue (Blue, Gold, and Teal)

28. Lightleopard (P/H) - Jungle, Meadow, Mountains, Tundra; Can be found in Leopard and Triangular Patterns.

Normal Colors: Prairie (Yellow, Camo Green, and Silver), Dark Architecture (Tan, Purple, and Black), Hibiscus Trionum (White, Black, and Gold)

Rare Colors: Blue Sky (Cerulean, Baby Blue, and White), Fire Hydrant (Red, Yellow, and Grey)

29. Shining Tiger (P/H) - Jungle; Can be found in Tiger and Ocelot Patterns.

Normal Colors: Monochrome (White, Black, and Grey), Dragonborn (Red, Orange, and Yellow), Wildfire (Amber, Red, and Dark Grey)

Rare Colors: Predator (Black, Purple, and Gold), Mosaic (Dark Blue, White, and Yellow)

30. Brutebear (P/H) - Mountains, Tundra, Canyon; Can be found in Basic and Saddled Patterns.

Normal Colors: Green Amber (Dark Green, Amber, and Brown), Andesine (Copper, Red, and Slate), Spatial Wonder (Blue, Gold, and Silver)

Rare Colors: Yellow Jacket (Yellow and Black), Diamond Ring (White, Cerulean, and Silver)

Cybertron Cyber-Animals:

31. Electriphant (P/M/H) -Jungle, Desert; Can be found in Basic, Mackerel, and Chevron Patterns.

Normal Colors: Constellation (Navy Blue and Silver), Turquoise (Teal and Mint), Midnight (Dark Blue, Dark Purple, and Slate Purple)

Rare Colors: Ivory Glamour (White, Gold, and Red), Poltergeist (Black, Purple, and Grey)

32. Giraffeton (P/M/H) - Jungle, Desert; Can be found in Basic, Hexagonal, and Triangular Patterns.

Normal Colors: Flag (White, Deep Blue, and Crimson), Wildfire (Amber, Red, and Dark Grey), Prime Sherbert (Red, Blue, and Yellow)

Rare Colors: Mystic Mist (Slate, Lavender, and Yellow), Leather Coat (Windsor Tan, Neon Yellow, and Dark Grey)

33. Penguengin (P/H) - Tundra, Ocean; Can be found in Basic, Cheetah, and Saddled Patterns.

Normal Colors: Blue Sky (Cerulean, Baby Blue, and White), Black Pearl (Black and Silver), Raven Flock (Grey, Black, and Slate)

Rare Colors: Purple Starling (Purple, Teal, and Silver), Daredevil (Blue, Crimson, and White)

34. Gear-deer (P/M/H) - Mountains, Tundra; Can be found in Basic, Wide Racing Striped, and Leopard Patterns.

Normal Colors: Aspen Forest (Grey, Dark Grey, White, and Yellow), Dark Architecture (Tan, Purple, and Black), Decadent Paradise (Burgundy, Slate Purple, and Silver)

Rare Colors: Crown (Gold, Red, and Silver), Spatial Wonder (Blue, Gold, and Silver)

35. Motormoose (P/M/H) - Mountains, Tundra; Can be found in Basic, Narrow Single Striped, and Flames Patterns.

Normal Colors: Desert Bloom (Tan, Purple, and Yellow), Dragon’s Breath (Dark Brown, Orange, and Grey), Baptisia (Purple, Camo Green, and Deep Purple)

Rare Colors: Citrus Melody (Green, Orange, and Yellow), City Night (Blue, Orange, and White)

36. Roboto-possum (P/H) - Meadow, Jungle; Can be found in Basic, Chevron, and Ocelot Patterns.

Normal Colors: Peppermint (White, Red, Green, and Grey), Old Shed (Green, Dark Brown, and Black), Huntsman (Tan, Dark Brown, and Grey)

Rare Colors: Cauliflower (Purple, Green, and Orange), Azurite (Deep Blue, Copper and Black)

37. Glitch-mouse (P/H) - Meadow, Jungle, Volcanic Basin; Can be found in Basic, Tobiano, and Saddled Patterns.

Normal Colors: Grassland (Light Green, Mint, and Amber), Tourmaline (Pink, Green, and Dark Green), Diamond Ring (White, Cerulean, and Silver)

Rare Colors: Andesine (Copper, Red, and Slate), Poltergeist (Black, Purple, and Grey

38. Armodrillo (P/H) - Volcanic Basin, Mountains; Can be found in Basic, Hexagonal, and Tribal Patterns.

Normal Colors: Auburn Anthem (Crimson and Copper), Imperial (Silver, Gold, and Purple), Legrandite (Gold and Yellow)

Rare Colors: Iris Diamond (Silver and Violet), Tropical Dusk (Burgundy, Amber, and Lavender

39. Arachnotron (P/M/H) - Volcanic Basin, Jungle, Mountains; Can be found in Basic, Tiger, and Wide Double Striped Patterns.

Normal Colors: Crimson Rosella (Red, Blue, and Black), Regal Galaxy (Black, White, and Gold), Alstroemeria (Green, Yellow, and Orange)

Rare Colors: Witch Doctor (Lavender, Black, and Slate Purple), Blueberry Cream (Blue and Light Gray)

40. Cougaraider (P/M/H) - Mountains; Can be found in Basic, Wide Sports Striped, and Tribal Patterns.

Normal Colors: Coreopsis (Yellow, Deep Gray, and Red), Candlelight (Orange, Black, and Yellow), Frosted Bloom (White, Grey, and Magenta)

Rare Colors: Shaded Canyon (Copper, Purple, and Black), Raven Flock (Grey, Black, and Slate)

41. Hyenabot (P/M/H) - Desert, Canyon; Can be found in Basic, Cheetah, and Tiger Patterns.

Normal Colors: Prairie (Yellow, Camo Green, and Silver), Sumi-e (White, Black, and Red), Mosaic (Dark Blue, White, and Yellow)

Rare Colors: Snowflake (White and Baby Blue), Berry Platter (Blue, Red, and Teal)

42. Razor Snake (P/H) - Desert, Canyon; Can be found in Basic, Ocelot, and Chevron Patterns.

Normal Colors: Black Swan (Black, Deep Grey, and Gold), Chromite (Silver and Gray), Leather Coat (Windsor Tan, Neon Yellow, and Dark Grey)

Rare Colors: Glass Marbles (White, Red, Blue, and Black), Purple Labradorite (Purple, Black, and Brown)

43. Ro-simian (P/H) - Jungle; Can be found in Basic, Triangular, and Saddled Patterns.

Normal Colors: Star Sapphire (Slate Gray and Deep Blue), Zultanite (Camo Green, Windsor Tan, and Grey), Black Pearl (Black and Silver)

Rare Colors: Dark Butterfly (Black, Indigo, Gold, and Light Grey), Hibiscus Trionum (White, Black, and Gold)

44. Iron-bear (P/M/H) - Mountains, Tundra; Can be found in Basic, Narrow Single Striped, and Tobiano Patterns.

Normal Colors: Andesine (Copper, Red, and Slate), Emerald Marble (Green, Gold, and Black), City Night (Blue, Orange, and White)

Rare Colors: Morning Glory (Purple, Lavender, and Black), Azurite (Deep Blue, Copper and Black)

45. Turbofox (P/M/H) - Tundra, Canyon; Can be found in Basic, Cheetah, and Flames Patterns.

Normal Colors: Rainbow Fluorite (Lavender, Mint, and Black), Techno Rave (Dark Blue, Purple, and Gold), Decadent Paradise (Burgundy, Slate Purple, and Silver)

Rare Colors: Monochrome (White, Black, and Grey), Blue Sky (Cerulean, Baby Blue, and White

46. Driller (P/H) - Desert, Mountains; Can be found in Basic, Mackerel, and Tribal Patterns.

Normal Colors: Stardust (Black, Gold, and Tan), Blood Moon (Black and Crimson), Dragon’s Breath (Dark Brown, Orange, and Grey)

Rare Colors: Wildfire (Amber, Red, and Dark Grey), Spatial Wonder (Blue, Gold, and Silver)

47. Warwhale (P/H) - Ocean; Can be found in Basic, Tiger, and Wide Sports Striped Patterns.

Normal Colors: Ivory Glamour (White, Gold, and Red), Forbidden Depths (Slate, Deep Teal, and Deep Grey), Cauliflower (Purple, Green, and Orange)

Rare Colors: Fire Hydrant (Red, Yellow, and Grey), Blueberry Cream (Blue and Light Gray)

48. Cyber-wolves (P/M/H) - Canyon; Can be found in Basic, Tobiano, and Saddled Patterns.

Normal Colors: Mint Vanilla (Mint, Teal, and Cream), Magical Betta (White, Blue, and Maroon), Poltergeist (Black, Purple, and Grey)

Rare Colors: Cupid (Pink and White), Smelting Rock (Amber, Black, and Grey)

49. Nitrotigers (P/M/H) - Jungle, Meadow, Mountains; Can be found in Basic, Tiger, and Leopard Patterns.

Normal Colors: Inferno (Tangerine, Light Orange, and Black), Showtime (Blue, Crimson, and Gold), Yellow Jacket (Yellow and Black)

Rare Colors: Fuchsia (Pink, Purple, and Gold), Cosmic Nebula (Blue, Black, and Pink)

50. Rhinoceroids (P/M/H) - Jungle, Desert, Ocean; Can be found in Basic, Chevron, and Hexagonal Patterns.

Normal Colors: Harlequin (Red, Black, and White), Constellation (Navy Blue and Silver), Ammolite (Green, Yellow, and Red)

Rare Colors: Glass Marbles (White, Red, Blue, and Black), Crown (Gold, Red, and Silver)

51. Cyber-cattle (P/M/H) - Volcanic Basin, Meadow, Tundra; Can be found in Basic, Flames, and Ocelot Patterns.

Normal Colors: Legrandite (Gold and Yellow), Old Shed (Green, Dark Brown, and Black), Cards (White, Red, and Black)

Rare Colors: Chromite (Silver and Gray), Mosaic (Dark Blue, White, and Yellow)

52. Alloygators (P/M/H) - Ocean; Can be found in Basic, Hexagonal, and Mackerel Patterns.

Normal Colors: Citrus Melody (Green, Orange, and Yellow), Aqua Spring (Deep Blue, Light Blue, and Teal), Prime Sherbert (Red, Blue, and Yellow)

Rare Colors: City Night (Blue, Orange, and White), Baptisia (Purple, Camo Green, and Deep Purple)

53. Technohawk (P/H) - Ocean, Meadow, Mountains; Can be found in Basic, Chevron, and Leopard Patterns.

Normal Colors: Phoenix (Yellow, Orange, Red, and Black), Crimson Rosella (Red, Blue, and Black), Predator (Black, Purple, and Gold)

Rare Colors: Rhondochrosite (Magenta, Pink, and Pale Pink), Gabbro Merlinite (Indigo, Black, and Silver)

54. Cyber-morphic Predators (P/M/H) - Volcanic Basin (Only found at the end of the magma river on an isle at the waterfalls bordering the map); Can be found in Basic, Tiger, and Flames Patterns.

Normal Colors: Vampire (Black, Purple, and Red), Aurora (Purple, Green, and Black), Komodo (Green, Orange, and Deep Grey)

Rare Colors: Sunset (Red, Gold, and Orange), Emerald Marble (Green, Gold, and Black)

55. Singlehorn (P/M/H) - Ocean (Only found on one isle); Can be found in Basic, Tribal, and Wide Single Striped Patterns.

Normal Colors: Coral Reef (Pink, Teal, and Gold), Mint Vanilla (Mint, Teal, and Cream), Blue Sky (Cerulean, Baby Blue, and White)

Rare Colors: Cosmic Nebula (Blue, Black, and Pink), Wildfire (Amber, Red, and Dark Grey)

After unlocking access to Cybertron, these creatures will start to spawn in the wild of the overworld with each area on Cybertron visited for the first time.

Cybertron: Sea of Rust

56. Oxide Shark (P/H) - Ocean, Desert (Can swim in sand so watch out!) Can be found in Basic, Tiger, and Cheetah Patterns.

Normal Colors: Ominous (Teal, Black, and Silver), Mystic Mist (Slate, Lavender, and Yellow), Hibiscus Trionum (White, Black, and Gold)

Rare Colors: Shaded Canyon (Copper, Purple, and Black), Tropical Dusk (Burgundy, Amber, and Lavender)

57. Opabinia (P/H) - Ocean; Can be found in Basic, Triangular, and Saddled Patterns.

Normal Colors: Coral Reef (Pink, Teal, and Gold), Rose Bouquet (Red, Magenta, and Yellow), Sphene Titanite (Gold, Green, and Burgundy)

Rare Colors: Turquoise (Teal and Mint), Blueberry Cream (Blue and Light Gray)

Cybertron: Crystal City

58. Ursanokor (P/M/H) - Meadow, Jungle; Can be found in Basic, Leopard, and Cheetah Patterns.

Normal Colors: Pink Dream (Pink, Purple, and Maroon), Dark Butterfly (Black, Indigo, Gold, and Light Grey), City Night (Blue, Orange, and White)

Rare Colors: Imperial (Silver, Gold, and Purple), Leather Coat (Windsor Tan, Neon Yellow, and Dark Grey)

59. Cryo-Condor (P/H) - Ocean, Meadow; Can be found in Basic, Narrow Double Striped, and Wide Single Striped Patterns.

Normal Colors: Blue Sky (Cerulean, Baby Blue, and White), Fire Hydrant (Red, Yellow, and Grey), Purple Starling (Purple, Teal, and Silver)

Rare Colors: Iris Diamond (Silver and Violet), Alstroemeria (Green, Yellow, and Orange)

Cybertron: Tyger Pax

60. Cybertronian Jellyfish (H) - Ocean, Mountains; Can be found in Basic, Mackerel, and Tobiano Patterns.

Normal Colors: Morning Glory (Purple, Lavender, and Black), Techno Rave (Dark Blue, Purple, and Gold), Raven Flock (Grey, Black, and Slate)

Rare Colors: Yellow Jacket (Yellow and Black), Crown (Gold, Red, and Silver)

61. Dieselle (P/M/H) - Mountains, Volcanic Basin; Can be found in Basic, Saddled, and Leopard Patterns.

Normal Colors: Tiger’s Eye (Orange, Black, and Crimson), Witch Doctor (Lavender, Black, and Slate Purple), Dark Architecture (Tan, Purple, and Black)

Rare Colors: Magical Betta (White, Blue, and Maroon), Cauliflower (Purple, Green, and Orange)

Cybertron: Mithril Sea

62. Brontobot (P/M/H) - Jungle, Canyon, Tundra; Can be found in Basic, Tiger, and Hexagonal Patterns.

Normal Colors: Ornament (Red, Silver, and Gold), Decadent Paradise (Burgundy, Slate Purple, and Silver), Mosaic (Dark Blue, White, and Yellow)

Rare Colors: Tourmaline (Pink, Green, and Dark Green), Baptisia (Purple, Camo Green, and Deep Purple)

63. Manatronatee (P/M/H) - Ocean; Can be found in Basic, Chevron, and Ocelot Patterns.

Normal Colors: Forbidden Depths (Slate, Deep Teal, and Deep Grey), Aqua Spring (Deep Blue, Light Blue, and Teal), Daredevil (Blue, Crimson, and White)

Rare Colors: Mint Vanilla (Mint, Teal, and Cream), Snowflake (White and Baby Blue)

Cybertron: Uraya

64. Sheepacron (P/M/H) - Meadow, Desert, Mountains; Can be found in Basic, Cheetah, and Tiger Patterns.

Normal Colors: Stardust (Black, Gold, and Tan), Andesine (Copper, Red, and Slate), Hibiscus Trionum (White, Black, and Gold)

Rare Colors: Emerald Marble (Green, Gold, and Black), Gabbro Merlinite (Indigo, Black, and Silver)

65. Cyber-Duck (P/H) - Canyon, Tundra, Volcanic Basin; Can be found in Basic, Mackerel, and Triangular Patterns.

Normal Colors: Peppermint (White, Red, Green, and Grey), Grassland (Light Green, Mint, and Amber), Zultanite (Camo Green, Windsor Tan, and Grey)

Rare Colors: Prime Sherbert (Red, Blue, and Yellow), Azurite (Deep Blue, Copper and Black)

Cybertron: Iacon

66. Cyber-dog (P/M/H) - Meadow, Desert, Tundra; Can be found in Basic, Wide Racing Striped, and Tribal Patterns.

Normal Colors: Black Widow (Black, Grey, and Red), Royal Blue (Blue, Gold, and Teal), Smelting Rock (Amber, Black, and Grey)

Rare Colors: Dragonborn (Red, Orange, and Yellow), Purple Labradorite (Purple, Black, and Brown)

67. Cybercat (P/M/H) - Jungle, Canyon, Mountains; Can be found in Basic, Flames, and Ocelot Patterns.

Normal Colors: Crimson Tide (Crimson, Burgundy, and Dark Red), Constellation (Navy Blue and Silver), Sumi-e (White, Black, and Red)

Rare Colors: Blue Sky (Cerulean, Baby Blue, and White), Desert Bloom (Tan, Purple, and Yellow)

Cybertron: Kaon

68. Hydroweasel (P/H) - Ocean, Tundra, Volcanic Basin (Only in the water at the edge of the area), Desert (Only in the water at the edge of the area); can be found in Basic, Wide Single Striped, and Leopard Patterns.

Normal Colors: Turquoise (Teal and Mint), Wildfire (Amber, Red, and Dark Grey), Leather Coat (Windsor Tan, Neon Yellow, and Dark Grey)

Rare Colors: Royal Blue (Blue, Gold, and Teal), Daredevil (Blue, Crimson, and White)

69. Beetgadol (P/M/H) - Mountains, Jungle, Desert; Can be found in Basic, Mackerel, and Hexagonal Patterns.

Normal Colors: Old Shed (Green, Dark Brown, and Black), Huntsman (Tan, Dark Brown, and Grey), Poltergeist (Black, Purple, and Grey

Rare Colors: Crimson Rosella (Red, Blue, and Black), Spatial Wonder (Blue, Gold, and Silver)

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Fireleaf (Part Six)

Lucien Vanserra x Reader

Hiiii! Here's Part Six. Things are heating up! As always, I'm so, so grateful for all the help I get from @greeneyedivy...this chapter has been a long time in the making, and so much of her brilliant brain and time went into helping me with it! 🤣💋

Warnings: SMUT! 🌶️🌶️🌶️

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Russet eyes stared at the page, not wholly seeing the words.

The same page Lucien had been staring at for the past half an hour. He nibbled at the callused skin of his thumb, brows furrowing as he drank in the second paragraph. Again.

The tempered glow of moonlit skies

Sketched waltzes in his lover’s eyes

And no immortal heart did dance

The way his did, so thoroughly

He glared at the words. Breathed in. Out. And slammed the book shut.The Mother damn it. For once, he didn’t feel like reading. Didn’t feel like anything besides pummelling his fist into one of the nearby trees—

His eyes flickered up. Immediately found that tree, the dent in the bark and the faint smear of blood. He sighed at himself. Tried to rein his thoughts back in, away from straying in that — her — direction, again.

He didn’t know when he’d become so pathetic.

This wouldn’t do. Sitting and ruminating would not do. He’d managed to avoid running into her over the week that had passed since the masquerade; part of him wished he’d stayed in the Spring Court longer than one night. His thoughts were clearer there, the air not so tinged with…with fresh cotton and honeysuckle—

No. He pushed to his feet — kicked a smattering of leaves for good measure — and grabbed his book. Began to drag his feet back the way he’d come.

He could take the short route back, straight across the footpath — end up back inside the warmth of the estate quicker. But in the depths of the trees, the natural scents were stronger; most smells got buried beneath the aromas of pine and bark and earth, no matter how much those smells had shoved their way up Lucien’s nose and made a home there. So he stuck to the densest areas, nearer to the outskirts of the estate.

He heard them before he saw them.

Two pairs of feet, he thought. And Barric‘s voice — crisp and clear.

“One male has reportedly died,” His father’s advisor spoke quietly, gently. “Perhaps more — the fire hasn’t been contained yet.”

A soft, feminine noise came in response — one of distress — and Lucien knew, immediately, that the second pair of feet belonged to his mother. He frowned, not stopping to wonder why, in the damn Cauldron, his mother and Barric had sought such privacy to speak. He was already pushing through the brush, and beholding them where they’d stopped at a wide, towering tree.

“What’s this?” He demanded immediately.

The Lady of Autumn was the first to look up, her wide, brown eyes watery and her pale skin seeming ashen and wan. It made the stark red of her hair stand out even more.

Barric pivoted on the spot and studied Lucien. “You shouldn’t be snooping on conversations.”

Lucien cocked an eyebrow. “I’d hardly call a stroll through the trees snooping. What’s this about a fire?”

The Lady of Autumn wrapped her arms around her slender body; like she was trying to comfort herself. “The little hamlet an hour east — a fire broke out in the early hours of this morning. It seems as though it’s already ravaged half of the houses, and they can’t get it under control.”

Lucien felt his blood run cold. He knew that hamlet — had passed by it multiple times on his travels. A small community of the Lesser Fae lived there; good, hardworking people who didn’t have much to show for all their toil. And for the little they did have to be destroyed before their very eyes—

“We need to inform father,” He was ready, right then, to jump into action. To do…something. “We need to send aid right away. We can contain the fire with our magic, prevent any more loss of life—”

“Lucien.” His mother said softly. She was trembling, her hands shaking as she held herself. “Your father already knows.”

Barric nodded in confirmation. “He was informed. The decision has been made not to send aid.”

Lucien stopped dead. Stared between them. His mind was reeling too much, currently, to consider the anomalies right in front him. How unusual it was for Barric and his mother to be talking about this — and so privately, too. He felt anger flicker inside him as he drank in the timid sight of his mother. The set, unflinching sight of Barric — a male who was content with a decision made.

“Why the fuck not?” Lucien demanded. “If one person has already died—”

“The High Lord has decided not to get involved because the fire was started deliberately.” Barric said. “It’s said that there’s been some unrest throughout the area. Land disputes, or something. Your father is busy enough without having to involve himself in the petty squabbles between the Lesser Fae.”

And there it was. Lucien scoffed incredulously. Such blatant, cold disregard for the people the High Lord deemed beneath him, unworthy of him.

“Petty squabbles?” He gritted out between clenched teeth. “Their livelihoods are burning right before their eyes. They’ll need help. Our help.”

Barric didn’t so much as falter. “The High Lord’s decision is made.”

“Screw this.”

He turned, kicking through leaves and dirt, shoving through the thick brush. He’d kept quiet about his father’s prejudices for far too long, bitten his tongue too many times—

“Lucien.” His mother called behind him, soft, pleading. “What’re you going to do?”

“What he’s too much of a damn coward to do, mother.”

He didn’t give her a chance to call out one more word as he stormed through the trees and headed straight for his father’s office.

⤲

The two guards stationed outside his father’s office door were a sure indication of an important meeting being had inside.

Nox and Auster, their names were. Lucien knew most of his father’s staff by name — had grown particularly fond of these two, in fact. Good, honest young men.

Their faces were grave. Sallow. Nox’s in particular. A cold sheet of anger lay beneath the fear.

He’d grown up in that hamlet. Still had family living there.

“Is he in there?” Lucien nodded to the door, already knowing the answer.

Auster dipped his head. “He’s holding a meeting.” It seemed an effort for him to force out, “You know we can’t let you in.”

“You don’t need to let me. I’m his son.”

The fact that neither of the guards put up any real fight showed exactly how they were feeling right then — uncaring if Lucien did interrupt the High Lord’s meeting. Hopeful, in fact, that he would. He was the only Vanserra that had ever bothered to strike up conversation with them, to get to know them and ask questions. The anger they saw in his eyes, right then, was identical to their own.

They weren’t going to stop him from storming in there. Not really.

And they didn’t, as Lucien flung the door open, causing Beron to falter mid-sentence.

He sat at his desk — and in front of him, Lucien’s four brothers were each perched, listening to their father speak as though none of them had a damn care in the world.

Lucien didn’t care that he hadn’t been invited to whatever this meeting was. Didn’t care that his four brothers had turned in their seats to stare at him. He didn’t bother to glimpse Dion’s concerned expression, or Eris’s inquisitive one, or the glimmering flash of excitement on Jareth’s and Rian’s faces, like they eagerly anticipated a showdown.

He merely stepped into the room. Clenched his jaw and ground out, “Why aren’t you sending aid to the hamlet that is burning down as we speak?”

Beron’s dull eyes were liquid ire as he beheld his youngest son. “You’ve no right to burst in here—”

“Why. Aren’t. You. Sending. Aid.”

“Why should I?” The High Lord shrugged. “Why should I expend my resources and my staff and reward people for acting like brutes?”

“Saving lives is not rewarding people.” Lucien snapped. “They’ll be losing everything right now whilst you sit on your ass—”

“I urge you to watch your tone.” Beron’s voice rose. “If the common folk are unable to behave in a civilised manner, I refuse to get involved. They can sort it amongst themselves.”

The brutality — the utter malice of it…it damn near winded Lucien. Damn near choked the words from his throat. He’d always known that his father was a ruthless, spineless bastard, but to be so uncaring…

“There are children that live in those homes.” Lucien spat. “Innocent children.”

Beron sat back. So casual. So unbothered. “Well. Perhaps the brutes should have considered that before they decided to raze those homes to the ground. Are you done?”

Lucien’s eyes shot to Dion — the one brother he’d always had a quiet respect for. The one who had always seemed to care. “And you’re alright with this?”

Dion’s eyes seemed to flash with…something. But he merely swallowed. Inclined his head. “Father has made his decision.”

Lucien couldn’t…couldn’t stay in this office, this estate, any longer. Not without tearing the whole place apart. He turned on his feet, shaking with rage.

Beron merely called after him. “I’ll hear no more said on the matter, Lucien.”

Lucien didn’t bother with a response – because that was fine. He didn’t want to say anymore, either. He wanted to do – to act.

Whether his pathetic excuse for a father liked it or not.

⤲

He was halfway to the stables when he heard his name being called. He turned, finding both Nox and Auster hot on his trail.

“Don’t even bother to try and stop me.” He gritted his teeth at the two guards. “I respect both of you, and I don’t want to fight—”

“We’re not stopping you.” Nox fell into step with him. “We’re helping.”

Lucien stilled for just a moment. Stared between them. To not only abandon their posts, but to go against their High Lord’s word— “You’ll get into trouble.”

Auster shrugged, his expression fierce. “Then so be it. We trained as Guards with an intrinsic reflex to protect. That doesn’t discriminate. Even if you just need us to stand guard while you help…”

So sad, that the two of them had shown more courage in ten minutes than he’d ever seen from his father, his brothers, in his whole life. Lucien didn’t know why he was still surprised; he’d learned long ago that he, for some reason, seemed to be cut from a different cloth to the other males of his family.

He dipped his chin and nodded. “I’m going to contain the fire with my magic. I’ll need both of you helping with getting people out. With any potential injuries.”

The admiration — and gratitude — that shone in Nox’s eyes was almost too palpable for Lucien to look at. He was one of the newer guards, less hardened by years around brutality. And these were his people that Lucien was putting his neck on the line to save.

“Let’s go.” Lucien squeezed his shoulder. “We’ll do what we can.”

The three of them were nothing but steeled determination as they tore into the barn, damn near startling the stableboys out of their skin. There was no time for his usual pleasantries as Lucien readied his horse. Too much going inside his head. Too much to focus on.

Perhaps that was why, as they mounted their horses and set off like a brisk, relentless gust of wind, he didn’t notice that Dion’s horse was already gone.

⤲

The smell tinged the air from what felt like miles away. Smoke and heat and…something else. Pungent enough to sting all three of their noses. As they grew closer, thick, black smoke billowed up into the sky and shrouded above them like great, winged creatures.

Lucien dreaded considering what the sight of it might be like…such a tiny, modest area engulfed by flames. But they kept the horses galloping and schooled themselves into the calm they needed to face it.

There was no moving fast enough, every movement feeling sluggish as he considered how many more lives may have been lost, how much had already been destroyed. When the hamlet came into view, it was an effort not to stop and gape.

Half of it had been ravaged already. Cracking and popping and shouting rang through the air, and what had once been a home to a small community of hardworking people had been reduced to…to pure chaos. So many people running around, carrying children away from the danger, trying to move the injured, hauling buckets of water back and forth.

Lucien dismounted his horse. Tried to gather his thoughts. Nox and Auster followed suit.

“I need to get straight to the fire and stifle it with my magic,” He turned to the two guards. “Check in with the locals. Find out how many injured we have. And if there’s a healer on site.”

Nox nodded — but Auster was frowning. Frowning over Lucien’s shoulder, as though he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing.

Lucien clasped his shoulder. “I know it’s awful. But we need to keep our heads clear and—”

“That’s…” Auster peered past him. “…Is that Lady Y/N?”

Lucien whipped round so fast, he lost his footing.

His heart thudded an erratic tune as he took in the sight before him. And sure enough — there she was.

Dressed in a loose shirt and breeches, her hair ripping out of an untidy bun at the nape of her neck, she was coated in soot and sweat, her mouth barking stark demands at people as she hauled buckets of water back and forth. She didn’t hesitate – not even slightly – to charge towards the burning buildings, just about managing to keep the water contained in the bucket.

Lucien found himself running after her. Didn’t glance back at Nox or Auster even once as he raced in her direction. She was already disappearing out of sight, and he…his breath hitched as he pushed his legs faster, trying not to run straight into fleeing residents as he searched for where she’d dipped around the side of a building.

He reached the building just as she re-emerged – the bucket now empty – and ran straight into him. Her eyes were so wild, so panicked, that she didn’t seem to realise what she was seeing straight away.

That he, too, had gone against the grain – had decided to come here and help.

Panic was a surprising, feral thing inside of him. He found himself studying her, checking for burns, for anything untoward.

“What in the Cauldron are you doing here?” He blurted, the words emerging from him far angrier than he’d meant. “Are you out of your gods-damn mind?”

She seemed to blink – just for a second. And then she was sidestepping him, using her forearm to wipe sweat from her brow as she hefted the bucket beneath the other arm. “What does it look like I’m doing, Lucien? I’m helping to put out this damned fire!”

Her voice was croaky, raspy; Lucien wasn’t sure whether that was from shouting at the top of her lungs or coughing around the billowing smoke. She continued past him, and he was hot on her trail, making a grab for her arm.

“It’s dangerous.” He snarled.

“Get off your fucking high-horse,” She snapped, ripping away, “And grab a bucket, would you?”

She fell into a run, panting and glistening with sweat as she headed back towards the water pump at the top of the street. And Lucien…Lucien was trying to force his brain to work. Trying to tear his gaze from her. To stifle the bleating panic that was rising in him, urging him to grab her and get her far away from the danger.

He didn’t follow her. He pivoted on the spot, grimacing at the heat that breathed out at him. It seemed to speak to his fire magic, to coax him towards it, like calling to like. He didn’t need buckets of water to contain the flames ravaging the buildings. With one flicker of his magic, entirely self-taught, he could stifle them as easily as he could summon them. He zipped past the building, right towards the heart of the inferno–

“No!”

There were footsteps, a clattering sound – and arms were looping around his waist; arms that felt dainty against the broad expanse of his muscles. But they may as well have been an ironclad grip with the force with which they managed to move him, like he was no more than a light breeze. He was yanked backwards, and he just about managed to glimpse a discarded bucket of water spilling onto the street, and Y/N attempting to keep them both upright as he faltered and fell into her, the breath immediately being knocked out of her.

“Faebane,” She gasped, attempting to move from beneath him. She coughed, her voice sounding even more raw as she managed to choke out, “The fire is infused with Faebane. You can’t…you can’t use magic. Need water.”

“Fuck.” He hissed, hauling himself off of her. He yanked her up in one fluid motion, concerned eyes flicking over her.

So many things were warring in his mind. The first – to get the water; as much of it as possible. But Faebane…that had been the underlying scent mixed up in the smoke and ash that stung the air. He’d not identified it at the time, but…it seemed obvious, now. Its stark, cloying smell.

But not just anybody had Faebane. Certainly not the members of a Lesser Fae community who had zero power and barely two coins to rub together. The chemical was hard to come by, unless you were somebody untouchable. Somebody who could get what they wanted with a few sharp words.

Somebody knowledgeable enough to know that it rendered a person’s powers useless. Rendered them unable to quickly put out a fire before it caused too much destruction.

He shook his head. Tried to block the thoughts out. He couldn’t stand and speculate right now, not with him unable to use magic to help. It’d have to be the longer, harder way.

He was still holding onto her as he grabbed for the bucket and hurried to the water pump. Still gripping onto her hand.

He didn’t know why.

⤲

It was perhaps the most civil they’d ever been with each other.

There was no choice to be anything but as they worked together, hauling bucket after bucket back and forth, dousing the flames in water, helping trapped residents to freedom. Without the help of Lucien’s magic, hours passed by of the two of them working side-by-side, joined by Nox, Auster and the gathering of the hamlet’s residents who took orders and did whatever was needed of them. Day dwindled into evening, taking the light with it — along with their energy, their strength.

The sky was nearly darkened by the time only smouldering cinders remained. The smell in the air was still pungent — the Faebane seeming to be the strongest odour. And aside from the hissing that the burnt, sodden wood gave off, and the low murmur of bleak conversation between the owners of those homes…a heavy, eerie stillness settled through the hamlet that felt like a potent silence.

Lucien collapsed against one of the untouched buildings, scrubbing his hands over his face. He stared through tired eyes at the chaos that lay before them; the blackened, ashy remains of buildings and the smoke that still snaked out of them like shadows. The only mercy was that there were no more lives lost — a small glimmer of positivity that barely held up against the hammering of his weariness. Not just physical exhaustion, but…mental, too. There were a lot of things he needed to work through. A lot of things hammering his brain.

He didn’t like the panic he’d felt — panic over one person in particular. That panic couldn’t mean anything good.

That first glimpse of her earlier that day…when he’d seen her hauling the buckets of water and running towards the threat…he didn’t know how he hadn’t gone to his knees. Didn’t know that he was capable of such…cold anxiety spreading through him.

Even now, his gaze flicked over his surroundings in search of her — even though he was well aware that she was helping the healer with the injured in the inn at the top of the street. He still felt that itchy restlessness to make sure she was unharmed, that she wasn’t forgoing medical treatment that she may need, in favour of helping somebody else. Because she would — she absolutely would. He didn’t know why he hadn’t realised it sooner.

His eyes darted to Nox. Nox, who had shown an unflinching bravery in the face of such terror; something that Beron Vanserra had never done. Auster was currently standing over him, tending to a burn on his arm, and Lucien…Lucien understood the contained worry in Auster’s eyes. The panic over a realisation that it could have been far, far worse. Such a relief, that Nox’s entire family had gotten out safe.

He couldn’t stop himself watching as Auster clasped Nox’s face between his hands and pressed their foreheads together, his worried eyes fluttering shut. Couldn’t stop himself from watching the soft, gentle kiss that the two guards shared; the physical reassurance they needed from each other that they were both okay.

Lucien found his hands clenching at his sides. Like…like he needed that reassuring touch. Needed to know that she was absolutely—

“There would have been further casualties if you’d not come.” An exhausted voice ripped him from his thoughts. The male that stood before Lucien looked as though he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. He bowed his head. “You and the lady, and your guards. We cannot thank you enough.”

He’d been one of the residents that had taken orders and worked alongside them, even as the weight of exhaustion began to drag him down. One of the good, hardworking people that the High Lord looked down upon.

Lucien dipped his chin. “I only wish I could have come sooner.” He shook his head. “Is there any idea as to who would do this?”

The male’s eyes shot to the ground. “…I wouldn’t like to speculate…”

Something about his tone made Lucien bristle. He watched him — the clear indication that this was far bigger than land disputes, as Beron had claimed. “What is it?”

“…There was some…unrest…being rallied by the locals, after the Harvest Festival. People who didn’t appreciate your father’s…dismissal, of their hard work. There was a discussion of riots, and…well, it’s probably unrelated, but…”

But he didn’t need to finish the thought. Because Lucien wouldn’t put it past his father, for one second, to punish people for even thinking about revolting against him. His father, who Lucien knew had a hidden cache of Faebane.

Beron had probably known all along that Lucien would defy him and help those in need. Had probably wielded the Faebane to ensure that Lucien would be unable to quickly put the fires out — unable to limit the damage.

He felt himself go cold under his sweat-coated skin. Felt sickness unfurling inside of him—

But movement lurked in his periphery, and he looked up to find Y/N approaching. She looked just as downtrodden and exhausted as Lucien felt — worse, probably. She wrapped her arms around herself…as though she was trying to hold herself together.

“The healer has things under control.” She rasped, glancing between Lucien and the male. “What do we do now?”

“We—”

Every last one of them was too exhausted, too distracted — too done-in to sense the threat before an awful creaking sound broke through the night, of splintering, breaking wood.

Lucien wasn’t even thinking. He didn’t recall giving his body any direction before he was launching himself into Y/N and knocking her to the ground. The two of them rolled out of the way just as a wooden beam broke from a scorched building, falling right to the spot in which Y/N had stood seconds before.

She groaned — or maybe it was him — and he allowed his body to shield hers for a moment longer, just to check the coast was clear, before he hauled her up with him. Set her on her feet. Checked her over. Apart from having the air knocked right out her, and a streak of blood on her arm that may or may not have been hers, she seemed to be otherwise alright. Still, Lucien held her up.

She just stared at him. Swallowed. Wanted to thank him, to say…something—

“You’ve done quite enough.” The male behind them tore his weary gaze from the fallen beam, long enough to face them. “We can handle it from here — you need to rest. All of you.”

“I can stay.” Y/N stepped past Lucien. “Just tell me what you need, and—”

“Lady,” Boldy — so, so boldly, more than he ever would have dared before — the male grasped her hand in his own, “We’re grateful for your kindness. But the last thing we need is any of you collapsing from exhaustion. You’ve done more than we possibly could have asked. Rest.”

Y/N glanced up at the sky, dark and filling with stars above her. The prospect of washing the grit and grime off of her, of collapsing into bed…she almost went to her knees then and there. But to face the long journey home…what awaited her at home—

The male seemed to read that very thought on her face. “My lodgings are about two miles down the road. I’m staying here to help, but…by all means, the four of you are welcome to spend the night there. It’s the least I can offer you.”

She almost sagged with relief. Two miles — she could handle two miles. Probably.

Lucien stepped up beside her, dipping his chin. “Thank you. For your generosity.”

And the male’s eyes, as he met those of the youngest Vanserra, were entirely unguarded. Every grateful, admiring thought shone earnestly in them, and Y/N knew what he was thinking in that moment — that Lucien had behaved like a true High Lord.

“No, Lucien.” He inclined his head. “Thank you.”

⤲

The four of them turned out to be the two of them.

Nox and Auster insisted on staying, on securing any more buildings threatening collapse. And after, they’d said, they would return to the Vanserra Estate, no matter the hour. They wanted to face Beron’s wrath head-on.

And so it was just Lucien and Y/N alone who travelled the two miles silently on horseback, not even sharing a glance as they kept an eye out for the male’s lodgings.

The lodgings, it turned out, was a gamekeeper’s cottage tucked into the forest that outlined the sprawling landscape. Certainly private and secluded. Certainly a place for them to rest.

But a strange sting of tension had bloomed between them on their silent journey. Y/N could feel Lucien’s heavy, pressing gazes. Like he was trying to stop himself from saying something. How tightly he clutched at his horse’s reins, his knuckles turning white, was indication enough that he was biting his tongue. Gone, clearly, was the solidarity they’d shared during the day.

They didn’t utter a word as they secured the horses outside the cottage and traipsed inside. But both shared the same thought as they stopped, studying their home for the night.

It was…small. The barest necessities, Lucien supposed, for what a gamekeeper might need. One open-plan area with a bed, an armchair, a basic kitchenette and a fire. He could only assume that the one other door to his left led to a cramped bathing room.

“I’ll sleep in the armchair.” Lucien said tersely, before Y/N could speak. “You can have the bed.”

There was no room for arguing — that much was obvious, as she studied the way he avoided her gaze. He brushed past her, tying his hair back as he went.

“I’ll get the fire going.” He murmured.

She knew he was merely thinking aloud — not really talking to her — but she nodded, all the same. And found her eyes lingering on him, watching him, as he knelt before the hearth. It took her a moment to rip her eyes away.

She cleared her throat, striding over to the kitchenette and quietly muttering, “I’m thirsty.”

Lucien didn’t deign to respond. He poured every morsel of his concentration — what was left of it — into getting the fire going. Even though he wanted to snuff it straight back out — even though he’d seen enough fire, in one day, to last him a lifetime. It was far too cold a night for them to forego the heat it offered.

Only when it was breathing warmth into the room did he stand. He turned, eyes immediately landing on Y/N.

She stood at the sink, seeming deep in thought as she scrubbed her hands clean. Lucien could only stop. Stare.

There was blood on her arm — hers or somebody else’s, Lucien didn’t know; he felt his stomach twist, felt a deep impulse to stride over and inspect it. But he rooted his feet to the floor. Waited for her to finish. Why…he didn’t know.

He didn’t know anything, right then. Like why he couldn’t stop his eyes from travelling every inch of her. Her dirtied, crumpled clothing and her hunched shoulders. Her hair had come completely loose from the bun she’d thrown it into, once again falling around her face and forming a curtain that hid her expression. Still, Lucien stared.

He could feel it — the urge to stride over and brush that hair away. That hair that always looked so silken, so soft, be it tied up neatly or flowing about her shoulders. He’d found his eyes lingering on that hair one too many times. Found them lingering now.

And there was that tiny, little braid again — every damn day, she wore one single braid in her hair, no matter the style she’d opted for. He didn’t know why. He’d noticed it before — multiple times — namely when she’d helped him from the ground after their sword fight, when her hair had swayed towards him and pushed her honeysuckle scent to him. That single braid had dangled down, and he’d wondered what the little decoration would feel like between his fingers. How soft it might be as he fisted her hair in his hand whilst she panted into his mouth, his hips—

She swivelled to face him. Lucien blinked out of his thoughts, praying that the nature of them didn’t leave a dusting of pink on his skin. If the change in his scent was obvious…

She pressed her back against the wall. Stared at him. He stared back.

“Well?” She shrugged. “Out with it.”

Her tone was…strained. Confrontational. Had she sensed Lucien looking at her? Sensed, maybe, the direction of his thoughts?

His jaw ticked as he ground out, “What.”

“Whatever it is you’re dying to say.” Her arms folded across her chest. Wrapped around herself again — she seemed to do that a lot; a comfort mechanism. “You glared at me practically the whole way here. Pray, tell, what have I done now?”

He had glared at her. And she’d noticed. But hadn’t discerned that his tension, his ire, was made up entirely of concern. Worry. Panic.

His eyes darted to her arm. “You’re hurt.”

“I caught it on a piece of jutting wood.” She clasped a hand over the wound. “I’ll live.”

Gods, she was so fucking infuriating. So damn oblivious to what was at stake, what lay at her feet. Reckless and careless and stupid.

“If that’s all, I’m going to bed—”

“Why didn’t you come find me?” Lucien blurted. “When you learned of the fire. Why didn’t you come and ask for help instead of running off on your own?”

She blinked at him, her mouth falling slightly open. Pure incredulity showed on her face as she looked him up and down, and barked a humourless laugh.

“Why should I come and find you?” She demanded. “I did ask for help. I asked Dion, and he refused to go against your father’s word, so I took it into my own hands.”

Lucien clenched his teeth so hard, it was a wonder they didn’t break. He hated every damn bit of her response. The way she referred to him — merely as you, as though he was nothing. Dion’s gods-damn name on her tongue. Her recklessness—

“Even if nobody else would help,” He spat. “Surely you would have known that I—”

“Known what, Lucien?” She interrupted. “Known that you’re a good, noble male who would have dropped everything to offer your aid? You’ve been nothing but an asshole to me.”

“I—”

“No one at that gods-damn estate listens to me. I’ve been nothing but suffocated since I got there. And not by my own choosing, I might add.”

True. She was speaking such truth, and yet Lucien couldn’t bear to acknowledge it. Couldn’t bear to acknowledge that perhaps he’d got things so, so wrong. It was far easier to become the sneering asshole that she’d pegged him as.

And he did just that.

“You don’t seem,” he snarled, striding over to her, “to be complaining much about the luxuries my family’s estate affords you. You’ve had no problem embracing them.”

“See, there it is again!” She snapped back. “You know nothing about me, because you haven’t even deigned to step out of your privileged viewpoint and consider that we don’t all have the freedom of choice, Lucien. I was brought here as nothing more than a damn bargaining chip! I don’t have the freedom to speak my own mind, or to take a walk throughout the woods without an escort, or do anything I want to do, because from the moment I arrived at that fucking estate, my freedom was taken from me!”

Lucien had fallen so preternaturally still. He blinked at her, utterly stunned. Her words sinking in—

“Your assumptions about me have been entirely wrong and I’m sick of it,” She continued, shaking with her anger, her hands balling, “You assume I’m the privileged, stuck-up one. But you? You have it far easier. I don’t have the option to go and fuck someone against a bloody tree in the orchard or to be consumed by the passion, because the next person I’ll have to let touch me is your bro—”

Lucien struck.

He couldn’t stomach it. Couldn’t bear even the idea of anyone but him touching her. Couldn’t stand the thought of anyone tasting her the way he…the way he wanted to. He needed rid of that thought, to banish it—

He was nothing but pure, carnal need embodied as he grabbed her face between his hands and kissed her.

His lips slanted over hers, and he felt her gasp against him. That first taste of her threatened to undo him then and there. He’d thought about this taste, wondered about it. Fisted his cock and spilled all over his stomach as he imagined it — more than once. He groaned against her lips.

He wanted to taste her all over, to devour her—

She gripped onto his wrists. Pulled away. Blinked up at him. He blinked back.

Neither said a word. Their heavy breaths filled the space, and they stared at each other, wide-eyed. Lucien’s eyes fell to her lips once more. Hers fell to his.

They both surged forward again at the same, their mouths meeting once more.

⤲

It was a harder kiss, more brutal, a heady meeting of lips and teeth.

Lucien gripped onto you so hard, you knew — hoped — it would bruise. His hands fastened on your waist as he shoved you against the wall, pinned you there with his own hips, and slid his tongue into your mouth.

It wrapped around yours, teased the roof of your mouth, and your tastes invaded each other. You wanted this. Wanted him. Had wanted him from the first moment you’d seen him reading poems and sonnets beneath a tree. No taste would ever, ever be enough.

You bit down on his lip, fisting your hand in the loose ponytail his hair was tied into. You tugged, tugged hard, and Lucien groaned.

“You drive me mad,” He growled, his hands roaming your body. “Always, always on my mind.”

The words sent a thrill through you, but you didn’t stop to consider them. What they meant.

“Show me,” You gasped, kissing him hard. And said again, “Show me.”

You knew — and so did he — that there was no amount of restraint that existed to make him refuse. A delicious snarl ripped from his throat, sounding more animal than man, and his hands found their way to your breeches.

Too many buttons, too many laces. Pure, feral noises sounded from deep in his chest as he gripped the front of your breeches and tore them apart with his hands, the brutal action in itself causing wetness to pool between your legs. He shoved them to your feet, yanked your undergarments down, and then he was slanting his lips over yours again. His nostrils flared as your scent hit him.

“I need to be inside you.” His voice was guttural. “Now.”

“Yes.” Was all you managed to gasp out. “Yes.”

You were aware, as his mouth coasted your jaw, your neck, of the sound of his belt hitting the floor. He breathed heavily, his hands moving between you. And then he shoved his breeches down.

His cock sprang free, and there was no chance for you to so much as look as it as he gripped his length in his hand. Used the other to heft one of your legs up, around his waist.

You felt the head of his cock brush through your wetness. Felt it tease your entrance. You gripped his shoulders.

And then he was pushing into you.

The slight pinch of pain was delicious, incredible, as he thrust in. A moan fell from your lips as he filled you, and he swallowed it with a kiss, his lips once again finding yours.

He pulled out to the tip. Slammed back in to the hilt.

And then unleashed himself on you.

There was nothing slow or gentle about it. Not as he thrust and thrust and thrust into you, skin slapping skin, your breaths and moans the only sounds filling the space, alongside the relentless thud, thud, thud of your back hitting the wall.

Lucien tore his lips from yours, burying his face in the crook of your neck. A deep groan came from him as he reached up and grabbed your breast.

“Oh gods,” He gasped, squeezing hard. “Why does it feel like this? Feels too good, I can’t…”

Words failed him — and failed you, too. But words were unnecessary as your uncontrolled moans took over, your head falling back. Your fingernails dug into his shoulders, his back, and you knew you would leave marks as you gave over to the sensations in your body. As you became his pleasure, and he became yours.

“Fuck,” You manage to bite out. “Oh, gods.”

Never had you felt so damn good. His thrusts, somehow, picked up, the noises he emitted becoming deeper, gruffer, as he hit that sweet spot inside you. You could feel yourself clenching around him, feel yourself about to come undone completely.

And when he reached down and pressed his thumb to your clit once, you lost it.

Your scream caught in your throat as released barrelled through you, and you clenched around his cock hard. Lucien grunted, thrusting those capable hips again, again, again — and then he was following you straight into that release. Spilling inside you.

The feel of him, the warmth of him inside you…you couldn’t bear it. You went utterly weak against him, your gasped moans trailing off into soft, staggered noises.

Lucien had stilled against you. He didn’t move, his body still pressed to yours as his breaths slowly evened out.

And then he pulled his hand from your breast. Slid out of you. Stepped back.

He blinked at you. Studied you all over, like…like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Couldn’t believe what he’d just done.

He swallowed, russet eyes looking utterly shell shocked as he leaned down and yanked his breeches up. You’d never seen his golden skin so pale. Never seen him tremble like he did now, as he fastened the buttons on his breeches.

You needed to speak, to say something — anything. You opened your mouth—

Lucien turned on the spot — turned away from you. His shoulders were hunched as he stalked to the door.

He didn’t look back as he stepped out. As he left the cottage, left you alone, the door slamming behind him.

All you could do was stare at the door. Gape. You were still pressed against the wall, your trousers and underwear pooled at your feet. Your body still trembling. Lucien’s seed dripping out of you, down your legs.

You blinked. Touch your fingers to your lips. Your legs shook as you slowly pushed off the wall and pulled your breeches back up.

You couldn’t…you’d just fucked Lucien Vanserra.

Not the Vanserra you were marrying.

An iciness settled inside you as you moved towards the bed. It felt like wading through mud, pushing your body to co-operate.

You collapsed down onto the mattress. Blinked up at the ceiling. The silence was deafening.

Lucien had fucked you and left.

You’d had sex with Dion’s brother.

You couldn’t bear it…couldn’t allow one more thought to pass through your head. The day had been too much, too pressing.

You’d swapped a good deed with a terrible one.

A terrible one that had felt so, so brilliant.

You rolled over, burying your face into the pillow. And you wept.

⤲

You didn’t sleep, and Lucien didn’t return.

Where he’d spent the night, you had no clue. You tried not to think about it as you rose early the next morning and climbed straight into the bathtub. You’d scrubbed your skin until it was red-raw, smothering Lucien’s scent with so much soap, you were sore afterwards.

When you stepped out of the front door, his horse was gone. Just Dion’s horse — the one you’d taken — waited. Waited for you.

You were exhausted. Haggard. But you didn’t want to linger there a moment longer. Didn’t want to glance back at the wall that you’d been slammed against as Lucien thrust into you—

No. You needed to forget. To send it far, far from your mind.

And so you set off. Away from the gamekeeper’s cottage. Past the ruined remains of the hamlet. Your surroundings were nothing but a blur as you rode, only just keeping your wits about you enough to travel in the right direction. Back to the Vanserra Estate.

You felt…empty. Hollow. Exhausted.

Perhaps that was why you didn’t so much as flinch at the sight of the Vanserra manor. You knew Beron’s wrath awaited you inside, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

You returned Dion’s horse to the stables. Scarcely managed a greeting to the staff you passed as you traipsed to the front door with heavy feet.

Dion was waiting for you at the top of the stone steps.

He was tense. Guarded. But his eyes swept over you once, and whatever he saw seemed to soften him slightly.

“You’re back.” He said, watching you carefully as you approached him. “I was getting worried…”

“It was too late to travel back, by the time the fires were out.” You didn’t recognise your own voice. “I take it your father wants to speak with me?”

Dion nodded, somewhat apologetically. “He does. I’ll come with you.”

“I don’t need a bodyguard.”

You brushed past him, into the house. He was hot on your trail as he fell into step with you and took your arm.

“I understand why you’re angry with me.” He lowered his voice, lest the servants hear. “But I couldn’t go against my father’s word.”

You stared forward. “Those people needed help, Dion.”

“I know. I know they did.”

You didn’t offer him another word as he led you through the manor. No sign of Lucien anywhere. You wondered if he’d returned, or if he was still out on the road—

You shook the thoughts from your head as you came to Beron’s office. You knocked once.

“Come in.” He said immediately, like he was expecting you right then.

You pushed into the room, Dion following you inside. He shut the door behind him, pressed his back against it.

You turned to Beron. Couldn’t muster anything but indifference onto your face.

He sat at his desk, wearing an expression of pure ice. His eyes flicked over you, a sneer curling his lip. You knew you must have looked awful.

You opened your mouth — to say what, you didn’t know. But he slammed his hand down on the desk, hard enough for it to jolt. You flinched.

“Do you have anything you’d like to say?” He hissed.

You stared at him with vacant eyes. Found yourself shrugging. “I like your paperweight.”

Behind you, Dion emitted a vague noise of distress. And Beron…Beron rose from his seat. Clenched the edges of his desk so hard, his knuckles turned white.

“Do you think it’s a joke,” he hissed, “to undermine me?”

You lowered your gaze to the floor. “Not a joke, no. But I did deem it necessary.”

“I am your High Lord. What I say is what goes.”

“You are their High Lord, also. Those people who just lost everything. They needed your help—”

“How dare you deign to tell me how I should run my own court? Do you truly believe I’ll take orders from a silly little girl?”

“I—”

“Father,” Dion cut in softly, gently. He came to stand beside you, lightly touching your arm. “Y/N didn’t mean anything by it. I don’t believe she meant any harm. She wouldn’t have realised she was doing anything wrong.”

You wanted to turn on him — on both of them — and argue that you knew full fucking well what you were doing, and none of it was wrong. But Dion met your eyes with a fierce look, a subtle shake of his head. And then Beron was stepping around the desk. Stalking slowly towards you.

You watched. Watched every one the High Lord’s movements as he stopped before you. Inches away.

His eyes were shards of ice as they stared down at you. His jaw clenched.

“You are the daughter of a good friend of mine.” He said quietly, dangerously. “And I do not wish to cause upset between our families. But let me make something very clear to you.”

You lifted your chin. Met his gaze. He hated every second of it.

“You are walking a very fine line, girl.” He murmured. “I’m willing to overlook this incident as an innocent error of judgement. But I will be watching you. And if you ever, ever undermine me or disrespect me again? I’ll make sure you regret it.” His eyes flicked over you. “Are we clear?”

You didn’t want to respond; didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Your shoulders hunched, and you knew Dion was holding his breath beside you.

“Are we clear?” Beron snapped.

Dion nudged your arm with his own. A warning.

“Yes, High Lord.” You gritted out. “We’re clear.”

Beron appraised you again, disgust muddying his eyes. “Good. Now get out of my sight.”

Before you could say anything, land yourself in any more shit, Dion was gripping your arm and dragging you from the room. He shut the door behind him, turning to face you.

You didn’t care to hear a word he had to say — not right then. You were too mad, too disgusted — with him, with yourself, with Beron. If you didn’t walk away right now, you would lose it.

“Y/N.” He said, but you were already turning your back on him.

“I want to be alone, Dion.” You shot back. Every bit of your exhaustion showed in your voice.

Perhaps that was why he didn’t say another word as you walked away from him, and went to succumb to another onslaught of tears in your suite.

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