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x-ladyathena-x · 11 months

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In the Shadow of His Memory

Chapter 2–The Rhythm of a Broken Heart

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Warnings: graphic violence, morally grey sebastian, morally grey reader, angst, fluff, alcohol

Word count: 1k

Summary: It's been 10 years since you were faced with that awful decision: turn Sebastian in for casting an unforgivable curse or lie for him.

You chose to lie for him and take his secrets to your grave, but that wasn't enough-the authorities found out soon after and Sebastian went on the run.

You never stopped loving him and when an unexpected visitor arrives in your home in the dead of night, you realize he never stopped loving you either.

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It had been days since your encounter at the acromantula den and your mysterious rescue. Nothing, not even a bump in the night had happened since.

The injury on your head had healed enough to remove the bandage and you were able to diminish the cut with a simple healing charm.

Your footsteps echoed on the cobblestone street and you pulled your bright emerald overcoat tight into yourself as the January wind cut cold down to your bones.

The road into Hogsmead was a short one, but you'd be happy when you reached the Hogshead Saloon's warm interior.

Darkness had long since fallen but even though it was still early in the evening, the streets were unusually sparse of pedestrians.

The after work crowd was your busiest rush on nights that you bartended. You didn't mind though, especially tonight. You needed to get your mind off of what happened the other night or you'd drive yourself mad trying to make sense of it.

The fact of the matter was, it didn't make sense, and you should've been scared, but at the same time a thrill shot through you at the idea that someone scooped you up at your most vulnerable and deposited you back into the safety of your home.

You drug your hand over your face and groaned. What was wrong with you.

The brass bell afixed to the front entry of the Hogshead tinkled when you entered. Your coworker Darius waved hello from behind the bar before going back to pouring pints of ale.

Once your coat and purse were stowed in the break room on a mounting hook, you tied a stained cotton apron around your waist and joined Darius up front.

"Light crowd tonight," Darius remarked.

"Don't jinx it."

"Sorry," Darius threw up his hands jokingly, "where you been lately, anyway?"

"Just needed a few days off."

"You okay?" He asked with concern.

"Fine," you dismissed the topic with a wave of your hand and looked at the two new customers that slid into the open seats in front of you at the bar.

"Double fire whisky." One said in a raspy voice.

"House ale," the second requested.

His voice made you pause, but you shook it off. It had been a long week.

You poured and served the whiskey first. The patron took it and went over to a group at a nearby table. You'd assumed the two Men arrived together but it seemed the second man was alone.

Foam sloshed onto the bar top as you placed the ale in front of the hooded guest. Not unusual for Hogshead goers to dress incognito.

The man reached out for the pint and his hand brushed your fingers, "thank you, Love."

Electricity jolted through your body and you felt like your heart would beat out of your chest.

You excused yourself to the back and gripped the wall trying to catch your breath. It was nothing new to be called a pet name by your male clientele, in fact it was downright common, but "Love" in that voice. Damn if that didn't sound exactly like him.

But that was impossible. He wouldn't be here in the middle of Hogsmead Village on a Thursday night where anyone could spot him.

However...

That voice had been haunting your dreams for near a decade. You'd know it anywhere, anytime.

You mustered up your courage and walked back out but the hooded patron was gone.

"That's for you," Darius called, hoisting an ice bucket over his shoulder. He pointed at the bar top where a shiny gold galleon lay.

You stared at it.

"Cloaked guy left it for you. Maybe I'll get lucky later and get a 500% tip too," Darius joked.

The night wore on and you couldn't stop thinking about the moment your hands touched with the hooded man. You hadn't felt a magical connection like that since, well—

You didn't want to think about it.

Though your time at Hogwarts was bursting with joyful memories, it was also a time when you began to dabble in things that ought not to be dabbled in.

At least not by polite society.

He had introduced you to many things. Many abilities. And when the two of you were working in tandem, it was, well, electric.

The two of you fed each other's powers in a way you'd never known before or since. Everything about Sebastian made you better, more powerful, and visa versa.

The power and passion grew between the two of you and it was addicting. He was addicting. And so was everything he had to offer.

He would've killed for you. He did kill for you. Had Sebastian not ended Solomon, Solomon's curse would've hit you and it would've been your body being carried out of the Scriptorium in a bag, not Solomon's.

Your body worked of its own accord as you lost yourself in memories, until you were sharply brought back to reality when you pumped the tap for ale and nothing but air spewed out.

"Be right back," you called over your shoulder to Darius.

A lone candle burned on the wall as you descended the staircase to the cellar. Water dripped from somewhere overhead, and the sound of mice scurrying over the stone floor made you look around.

"Lumos," you lit you wand and placed it between your teeth while you untethered a fresh keg from the wall.

Feet scurried across the floor, but this time it wasn't mice. It was something big.

"Whose there?" You spun around, shining your wand light into the dark corner of the cellar.

Fear held your stomach in knots as you saw the fringes of a tattered cloak hidden behind crates of inventory.

"Show yourself," you commanded. "I'm not above blasting curses first and asking questions later."

A familiar but somewhat deeper chuckle echoed through the cellar. And a tall, brown haired man emerged from the shadows. The wand light danced over his angular and freckled face, "that's the you I remember."

You froze.

"Need any help with at keg?" Darius' voice called from the top of the cellar stairs making you jump and look over your shoulder, but when you looked back to the crates, no one was there. He was gone.

"No." You called back to Darius while staring at the place Sebastian had been standing, "i got it."

#x-ladyathena-x #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #morally gray reader #morally grey sebastian sallow #morally grey reader #In the shadow of his memory #hogwarts legacy

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abbysanders2000 · 2 years

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Not my monkey so not my circus (David x morally grey! Sweet GN reader)

Another collab with the lovely @theratsareback. Hope you like it suga!

Y/n was never one to be nosey. They were always taught that if it didn't concern them not to stick their nose into it. You'd keep out of trouble that way is what they were lectured. But that doesn't mean they weren't a very sweet person.

They'd give you the shirt off of their back if they really needed it. They were always lending a hand to help. Which is how they ended up in the woods in the dark of night.

Y/n and her friend were walking along side of a road. Their friend had her pup Pongo along for the ride as well. Well he decided that he didn't want to stay on the leash. He wanted to go play

The little rascal ended up slipping out of his harness. Off into the woods he went so they decided to split up to find him. "Pongo! Come on its time to go home!" Y/n called out into the dense wood. They had a flashlight in their hand as they looked behind trees and bushes.

A rustle came from behind the tree. An animal like growl was heard. "Pongo I'm gonna skin you alive!" They said as they moved behind the tree. Only it wasn't Pongo that they had found. Not even close.

David was finishing up his meal when they found him. His face still shifted and drenched in blood. David was expecting this little human to scream or cry like all the other ones did. He got up from the body ready to lunge at them.

Y/n shook their head violently. "Nope nope nope nope. Not my monkey not my circus. I am erasing this whole thing from my mind." They said as they quickly walked off in the opposite direction.

David was still trying to process exactly what had just happened. This was a first for him. No human had ever seen him feed and just walk away like that. To not be afraid of him... was just plain rude.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Dwayne said when David caught up to his brothers. "Or like you've seen Paul naked." Marko joked earning him a punch to the arm.

"Shut up you little shit or ill throw you into the ocean." Paul growled only making Marko laugh more. The laugh must have brought David back to reality. He shook his head slightly.

"If you two are done I'd like to head back home now." He said as they walked to their bikes. "We need to get some rest. Tomorrow night we've got some business to take care of."

~The Following Night~

All Y/n wanted to do was eat their cotton candy in peace. The night was beautiful not too hot and the boardwalk wasn't as crowded to due the concert across town. It was the perfect night.

Until a familiar face popped up. "Oh hey I remember you! You were having a late night snack in the woods last night." They smiled up at David as they took a huge bite from the cotton candy.

"About that kitty. You weren't planning on telling anyone were you?" They shook their head. "Not my business to tell. What you do in your time and what you chose to eat is not any of my concern."

He raises a brow at them. "So your telling me that your not scared?" They shook their head. "Not even a little bit?" "Nope." They said as they finished up their sweet treat.

They walked over to the trash to toss it. David was right there. "OK so if I was to vamp out right now and rip that guys throat out you wouldn't be in the least teeny bit phased?" He asked throwing out a random scenario.

Y/n shook their head. "No sir. Not my monkey not my circus." They said. That's when the famous David pout came in. The bratty one.

"I put a lot of time and effort into being this scary. It's just down right rude of you to not be afraid." He said as a glare formed on his face.

They stopped dead in their tracks. "So your telling me basically I hurt your ego?" They asked trying not to laugh but the look on his face was making it harder and harder.

"If you laugh you die." He growled crossing his arms over his chest. "Awwww I'm sorry! I wasn't trying to. I promise I wasn't. Look maybe we can start over?" They suggested.

"I'm Y/n. And what might your name be Mr. Big scary vampire?" They giggled up at him. "It's David." He grumbled. "Nice to meet you Davy!"

If David could blush he'd be about 50 shades of red. "That was a cute attempt at a joke kitty." He said looking down at them.

"Awe come on! I could always call you snookums." They smirked. "You know Davy doesn't sound too bad."

Dwayne Paul and Marko all smirked at their brother. "They are so cute together!" Marko grinned. "Have you read his thoughts? They are so sweet!" Paul laughed.

Dwayne chuckled. "I guess David isn't that scary after all boys."

David growled in their link. "I heard that asshats!"

#the lost boys 1987 #kiefer sutherland #x reader insert #david x reader #morally grey reader

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your-neighbours-cat · 11 months

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Black had always been my favourite colour

Silent.Deadly.Impenetrable

I felt at home in it , like shadows merging with the only Wells of night

Yet in a span of a second , she'd upended that as she had every other thing in my life.

Green 🌄☘️🪴🐢🍏🍐💚

Green eyes, Green dress, Symbolic of life and nature

Apparently, it was my new favourite fucking colour.

#he'll do anything for her ......including lie #twisted lies #Ana Huang #christian Harper x stella Alonso #sin and sex #whiskey eyes #morally grey characters #morally grey reader #books #current read

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queendeeshorrorimagines · 1 year

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Hi, could you do a hcs for dating Amanda Young please?🤗❤️

Dating Amanda Young Headcanons:

Gender neutral reader

I do have a poll on the bottom as to which Saw Character you like to see dating headcanons for next as well. 💚😁

Warnings: slight angst in the beginning, reader is morally grey, mentions of Amanda's addiction to drugs.

It takes a long time for Amanda to trust anyone. Given her past relationships and how toxic they were for her, Amanda isn't going to be easy to win over romantically.

The most likely scenario would be that you were another one of John's disciples, recently surviving your own game when Amanda first met you.

It would start off with her being curious about you, wondering how you ended up being reborn in a similar way as herself. It didn't help that John wanted her to show you the ropes when he wasn't able to.

Amanda would be rather cold around you at first because of both her past as an addict and you being in the way of her carrying on John's legacy as jigsaw.

Once Amanda realizes that you're not a threat to her and actually wants to help John with his goals, she would be more authentic with wanting to teach you how to set up games or more about John's teaching.

Amanda doesn't trust Hoffman around you. Since you're closer to Amanda, you try to keep your distance from him because you don't fully trust him. (The feeling is mutual from him too)

Dates with Amanda would be rare and not the usual dates you would expect.

Given how shes a person of interest for the jigsaw killings, Amanda isn't keen on doing dates in public or risky enough to be caught by cops.

Most of her dates are the two of you setting up the next game/ trap or her teaching you in a hands on way about building traps.

She might also do home made dinner at your place with a few movies you rented in your living room. This is for when the both of you aren't tied up with keeping John's legacy.

Amanda loves both cuddling you and you cuddling her. Given how rough her past is, she hasn't had many chances to show her soft side or to be vulnerable around people, especially a significant other.

You two being each other's rock to help through the both of your traumas.

Although it's rare for her to have the urges to relapse, she always goes to you when she's feeling the urges. She could be with you and you're always keeping her grounded about how much progress she's made since her recovery.

Rebirth! Amanda is the type to make gifts for her significant other. Her gifts could range from a small figure made from scrap metal all the way to making a self defense weapon to keep you safe.

She also loves to receive more handmade items (especially if you're good with sewing/ crocheting/ knitting) . She's the type to cherish the items she gets because you made them for her.

#amanda young imagines #amanda young x reader #queendeeshorrorimagines #slasher imagines #slashers imagines #all requests are open #anon ask #gender neutral reader #dees sweet tea #morally grey reader #tw drug mention

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writerwithbrainrot · 3 months

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Chapter 2: An Exit to the Sun

Reader and Vaati venture through the door to the world of light, intending to see what this so called 'great world' had to offer. Maybe a few spur of the moment plans are necessary for the journey to power.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, murder, let me know if I need to add more!

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"This is it." Reader said, standing in front of the ruins of an old church, overgrown with dying vines and broken, only a few walls left, glass broken and a carved door against the cliff, warn down and almost smooth.

Vaati and Reader were deep within Reader's domain in shadow forest, where many do not roam.

"I see. . ." Vaati began, walking forward, stepping on a mix of stone and soil. "And I can tell you opened it, there is a disturbance around it."

"Yes." Reader said, following behind him. "I heard something around here, and I found it. I opened it out of curiosity and I just felt this. . . rush of power and warmth." they sighed "I didn't go through, I was unsure if I should so I closed it again. I didn't realise it would cause a disturbance."

Vaati hummed, thinking his options, before turning and stepping close to Reader. They blushed, looking at him but not stepping back. He knew that this was a sign of their trust. "I praise you for letting me know of this, Reader." he said in a low tone. Reader went scalding red as he pulled out a blade, with a silver handle with amethyst jewels on it. He took Reader's hand and placed it in their palm. "Do be a dear and opened it."

Reader nodded and rushed to the door and started to work the lock with the knife. Vaati watched behind them, wiping the hand he used to touch Reader's hand with with a look of disgust.

"What ever kept him in their good graces." Vaati thought to himself.

The lock clicked and Reader stepped back, returning Vaati's knife. He took it and they both looked at the door and Reader placed both hands on the cold, stone doors, moonlight hitting every thing, and pushed.

In an instant, warmth enveloped both of them, like protective hugs. Vaati felt a rush of power, filling every vein in his body, and he couldn't help but throw his head back in a feeling of pure bliss.

Reader squinted, a strange white light blinding them, forgien to them. They slowly entered, and that unfamiliar warmth turned to a warm comfort as they stood with their eyes closed. Their bare feet hit solid stone flooring, and the sounds of life surrounded them. Chirping, humming of insects, a toad or two croaking.

"Oh. . ." Reader gasped, looking around the old church covered in a bright warm light, intact and visibly taken care of, stained glass coloring the room a bit.

Vaati emerged, and the door closed behind them, both overlords turning to watch. Vaati looked around, silently adjusting to everything.

"So, this is sunlight." he said, and Reader brgan walking around, marveling at everything. "Look at this place, Lord Vaati!" they exclaimed, "It's magnificent! It's even more pretty the the church in Lorule!"

"Yes. . ." Vaati said, examining the stained glass of a beautiful woman with blond hair and in white, the sun behind her head.

His attention turned to Reader trying to open the dark oak doors of the church, only to hear the doors jiggle. They hummed and looked around. "It would be a shame to destroy it. . . however-" they punched through the door, and blindly started to fight with the door handles on the outside. Vaati said nothing, yet watched in disapproval at the barbaric way Reader was fighting with the door. "An overlords gotta do what an overlords gotta do!"

The doors swung open and more light came in. Reader stood, letting the sun light hit them, and they held their arms as the warmth cascaded over their body. Flowers began to grow around their bare feet, breaking through the stone and beginning to bloom. "It's. . . so bright." Reader said softly.

"Too bright." Vaati said, stepping out onto the dirt path and beginning to walk, following the path to a very green and alive forest. Reader rushed to follow, yet marvled at everything

"This place is teeming with life!" Reader exclaimed, rushing to a tree with fruit and growing vines below to use as steps up, pulling on the juice red fruit and taking a bite. They groaned at the taste. "Vaati, you must try this!" they exclaimed, pulling another fruit down, however he just sent her a bit of a glare.

"This may be poisonous." he said, tossing the fruit on the ground, causing it to break open. "Yoh may be immune to poison, but I am not. Are you trying to insult me?"

Reader began to panic "N-no! I'm sorry, Lord Vaati!"

he continued forward, and Reader scowled. They followed Vaati, mood dampened as they bit into their juice treat.

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Zelda shuttered, and she felt the hairs on her neck stand up. She turned around, looking at the bustling town full of the citizens of Hyrule, a glint of fear in her eyes. Link had immediately noticed Zelda had stopped and stopped as well, causing Impa to stop and look. "Princess?"

"I feel it again." Zelda muttered, and Link held his hand to Zelda's to hold and comfort her. "That feeling but its worse. Like there's. . ."

"Princess." Impa said, and Zelda looked up at Impa. "I understand your concerns, but I have already alerted the guards to a potential threat. Would you like to return to the palace?"

Zelda shook her head "No, no I don't. I apologize for the hold up." she said. Link squeezed her hand and both of them blushed. Impa chuckled.

"Lets continue to the garden stalls." Zelda said. "I'm sure they'll have some nice new flowers for your garden, Link!" she said, before rushing off, dragging Link with her.

"Wh- Hey! Slow down!" Link said, feeling like his arm would come off. Impa followed behind, smiling at the two young hylians.

Princess Zelda was a descendant of the Goddess Hylia, and weilded the triforce of wisdom on top of having the blood of the goddess. She had to be guarded at all times, despite the kingdom being safe, as someone may try and take her and her powers.

At the stall, they saw a person, pale and in thin clothing, marvling at the little plants in pots. "And this is a carnation? Marvelous! How beautiful!"

"Excuse me, please." Link said, also wanting to see the plant the person covered in plants was looking at. The person smiled and moved back a bit. "Oh! what a kind little child!" they turned and rushed off, "Vaati, the people here are so-"

Their voice was silenced in the Loud crowd, and Zelda stared in the direction the person. ran off in. "I do hope that person is okay. . . they were bone thin and in such thin clothes. . ."

"I'm sure they're fine." Impa said "Your kindness knows no bounds, princess."

The group explored the festival, Zelda falling inlove with glass crafts and and Link was interested in the garden stalls. But both wat he'd a blacksmith working away in a forge, hammering a sword that was scalding red.

"It hurts my eyes to look at." Link said, squinting yet continuing to watch. Zelda nodded. Impa sighed, and caught the two young hylians attentions.

"Lets go. I'm sure the performers will be starting soon." Impa said, and Zelda practically ran off, leaving Link and Zelda behind. "Hey!" Link exclaimed, "Wait up!"

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"This place is so beautiful! So perfect!" Reader exclaimed happily as the two walked around the festival town. "Look at how the different races work together! Oh, it must be wonderful here!"

"Indeed. . ." Vaati said, yet he showed no emotion. "The amount of magic energy in this street alone is enough to fuel my spells for weeks on end." He glanced around and immediately noticed that Reader had vanished. Most likely they were distracted. Good riddance.

What was the cause of this power? The warm sun on his skin? What made him feel so. . . godly?

"Ah, the princess is so lovely." A voice said, catching Vaati's ear. He stepped closer, his back to the two hylian women speaking.

"Indeed." the second woman said. "I wonder when she will come down to join in the festivities. My son said the princess may today."

"Ah, well, with her having the blood of the goddess, the king may not let her go." the first one said. Vaati stopped listening, and a wicked grin arose on his face. A princess with such power? It was as if the goddess has dropped his a golden gift in his lap.

Reader was at a stand full of gorgeous plants, marvling at the beautiful Petals and delicious fruits. "Oh my! How fertile the soil is!" they said. The elder woman smiled at the young nymph and picked off a tomato, red like fire. The elderly woman held out the fruit to them.

"What?" Reader asked.

The elderly woman spoke. "My child, you are skin and bone, ans pale as paper. Take this, you need it more than I." The old hand of the woman gently took Reader's hand and placed the tomato in their hand, and closed Reader's fingers on it.

Reader thought about the difference between this stranger who was so gentle and motherly, and Vaati who they had known since they had become an overlord over a decade ago. This Woman was so kind, and Reader didn't even know their name.

"Might I ask for your name?" Reader asked, and the elder woman chuckled, "My name is Madison."

Reader gently shook Madison's hand. "Thank you. Your kindness, while forgien to me, is very much welcomed and appreciated. May your life be long and prosperous."

The woman giggled. "You are very kind, my child. I hope your Karma is good to you."

Reader stayed and asked about all of the plants, happily munching on the tomato. "My people would never go hungry with this kind of food." Reader thought.

"So this is a carnation?" Reader asked, "It is very beautiful."

"Excuse me, please." A boy's voice said and Reader looked down to see a boy with dirty blond hair and brown eyes, and a girl with blond hair and a pretty dress with him. Reader stepped back "Oh! What a kind little child!" Reader bowed to Madison and rushed off "Vaati! The people here are so kind!" they exclaimed, looking for their overlord friend.

They found Vaati looking at little coin puzzles, and called his name. "Vaati! This place is perfect, the people are so wonderfully kind! And the food is bountiful!" they started to tell him, Vaati still examine the coin puzzles. "And the magic I saw on the way here! And the music the musicians play sound of smooth and calming and you don't need to pay a rupee to listen!"

"We shall take this world." Vaati said. Reader let out a happy sound "Yes! We must! It is too perfect to go back without the knowledge-"

Vaati glanced at Reader, eyes devoide of any readable emotion. "From what I have heard, the princess of this land has holy blood within her veins. The powers of a goddess. if I take it, I shall be the most powerful overlord and mage-"

"You mean we?" Reader said, coldly. Vaati waved them off. "Yes yes, WE shall become even more powerful."

"I don't understand." Reader started. "But this seems so sudden. Isn't it dangerous to go in head first?"

Vaati finally faced Reader. "The foolish people are busy and distracted. Like any guard shall be prepared for an attack. I can already tell this place is just as naive and overly trusting as you are."

Reader smiled maliciously, chuckling as Vaati began to walk towards the castle, before stopping. "Hey! What's that supposed to mean?!" they exclaimed, rushing after him.

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The king sat on his throne, lost in thought. What Impa had told him of what Zelda had said was troubling him. Every version of the hero of legend had the princess of the royal tell the hero of an on coming danger. Was if this was just that? A warning.

He worried for his child, his little girl was only 11 for goddesses sake! So young, so vulnerable. . .

To have this happen now, when she was so young. . .

And there was no potential hero in sight. . .

A gaurd ran in, bloodied and panting. Gardening around the king went into a defensive stance as the guard at the door spoke, the king rising from his throne.

"YOUR MAJESTY!" The garden shouted in terror "YOU MUST FLEE, WE ARE UNDER ATTACK! WIZARDS HAVE-"

His eyes widened and blood dripped from his mouth as a vine grew from the floor and shot through his chest, dark, thick, and full of thorns. Sounds of shock were heard as the guard went limp on the plant now dripping with blood.

"My King!" a head guard said, "We must evacuate-"

The palace shook, and vines thicker than the one that had killed the guard grew over the doors, and windows were blocked as well, only letting in hints of sunlight as laughter echoed. a thinner vine shot up and wrapped around the necks of several other guard and pulled them down, and the echoing of snapping necks were heard by all within the room.

Two people entered the room, and Wind began whipping within the room, shattering the covered windows and causing things to fly as a purple haired man and a person in thin clothes and covered in vines entered.

Reader's arms were glowing green, and they were laughing, stepping on the vine that had shot through the guard like they hadn't just murdered people.

"WHO'S READY TO DIE?!" Reader exclaimed, and Vaati levitating in the air. Both had malicious, evil smile on their faces.

The king was pale.

The evil had come back into the light.

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Chapter two done! yaaaay! I hope you enjoyed, have a good day/night!

#gender neutral reader #legends of zelda #reader insert #legend of zelda villains #morally grey reader #how do i tag this #vaati the wind mage

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neeneee · 11 months

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Can people stop making righteous main characters and start writing more morally grey oc's? It's so fun reading about shitty mcs, I'm tired of fuckin goody-two-shoes. WHERE ARE THE SELFISH AND ULTIMATELY FUNNY GURLS?????????

#morally gray #morally grey hero #morally grey reader #anime #no more mr nice guy #denji type beat

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blondwhowrites · 29 days

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Give me morally gray!Mattheo Riddle

Give me Mattheo Riddle who never wants to be like his father but won't hesitate to kill anyone that tries to hurt the people he loves

Give me Mattheo Riddle who knows he'll never be the good guy and doesn't see the worth in trying to be something he's not

Give me Mattheo Riddle that hurts people and doesn't care because in his mind they deserve it, but he would never dare put his hands on anyone he deems innocent.

Give Mattheo Riddle who is absolutely enamored by the dark arts

Give me Mattheo Riddle who is a little bit too much like his father, because no matter what Mattheo does, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Give me Mattheo Riddle who is morally gray and maybe just a tiny bit not sane, but is the most caring person to ever exist when it comes to the people he loves.

Guys, we can't forget he's his father's son and I'LL SAY IT AGAIN the apple doesn't fall far from the tree—especially when it comes to the Riddle men 😩

#reader insert #slytherin boys #harry potter #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle x you #x reader #morally grey characters

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ma1dita · 4 months

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luke nation lives to see another season

and it only gets worse from here. im so damn excited 🤺🤺🤺

#i love my men morally grey #the trouble!verse will also live on....#shut up jo!#luke castellan imagine #luke castellan x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy series #pjo imagines

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burntheedges · 7 months

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Frankie Morales x f!reader | 18+ minors DNI | 2.2k words | ao3

a/n: look, I saw this picture of pedro in grey sweatpants and my brain said "that's frankie morales" and then I wrote this. the end. (stop at '...' to skip the smut.) summary: Frankie welcomes you home and takes care of you after a long day. and then he takes care of you, if you know what I mean. warnings: fluff, reader has a bad day and frankie comforts you, kissing, touching, food, softness, pet names (baby, hermosa, tesoro), and then smut (start marked with ...), kissing, a bit of groping, grinding, p in v sex, riding, dirty talk, no use of y/n, reader has no description other than having a vagina and wearing clothes, no mention of breasts

You’ve had a long day – one of those where everything that can go wrong does, just a hundred small problems in a row that add up to you, so tired of thinking and talking and being on, sitting silently in your car in your driveway. Willing yourself to move and go inside.

You don’t know how long you sit there, engine off, unmoving, but it must have been too long. Your attention is caught by the front door opening. Frankie steps through and closes it behind him softly. He leans back against it, arms crossed, eyes on you.

He looks good. He looks like everything you need in this moment – comfort and warmth and care. Soft, in his sweatshirt and gray sweatpants. Like home. You suddenly feel a tightness in your chest and a lump in your throat. Your next breath shudders in your chest.

Frankie must see it, or he just knows you that well, because his brow furrows as he pushes off the door and walks towards you. Your eyes stay locked on him as he rounds the front of your car and stops at your door, opening it slowly.

“Baby.” He reaches towards you, one hand landing on your thigh, the other cupping your face. “What can I do?”

You turn your face into his palm and your breath hitches. The tears that threatened just a moment ago burn at the back of your eyes.

“Breathe, tesoro.” He wraps his left arm around your waist, turning you to face him as he steps between your legs. “Bad day?” You nod and let him pull you forward until your face is tucked into his neck. He rubs your back with his left hand, soothing it down your spine.

“Wanna talk about it?” You shake your head without moving it from his neck. “Alright.” He pulls you into a tight hug. “What do you think – food first, or bath?”

You pull back and let your eyes meet his, and then wander over his face. He smiles at you a little, steady under your gaze. This man, you think. This man, who knows exactly what you need in this moment. Who knows just how to take care of you.

“I love you.” You’re so close you get to see the joy take over his expression and you track it across his face. His smile widens as his eyes crinkle. He always reacts like he’s hearing it for the first time. “I love you too, baby.” He leans in to kiss you softly, just a greeting, welcoming you home. “So, what do you think?”

“Food,” you decide, kissing him again. Frankie hums into your mouth and then nods. “Ok, hermosa. Come on.” He pulls you out of the car, letting your feet fall slowly to the ground, one arm hooking around your waist as he pushes the door shut behind you. He nudges you towards the front door and moves to grab your bag off the passenger seat.

Inside, Frankie tells you to go get comfy while he sets the table. But first he kisses you again, reeling you in before he lets you continue down the hall. You smile. You’re already feeling warmer, more present, like yourself again, after just five minutes with him in the driveway.

You find your comfiest clothes and change quickly before heading back towards the kitchen, where you find Frankie plating your dinner. His sweatpants are hanging low on his hips, and you just take a moment to appreciate the view.

He turns, both plates in hand, and catches you leaning against the door frame with your gaze lowered. When you meet his eyes he’s grinning at you. “See something you like?”

You smile in response, unashamed to be caught checking out your boyfriend. “Can you blame me? There’s a handsome man in my kitchen who’s about to feed me.” Frankie ducks his head, awkward as always in the face of praise, but he’s still smiling. “Come on, tesoro, let’s eat.”

You sit, and sink into the comfort that is being at home with Frankie. The food is delicious, of course, and you tell him so, and he smiles and ducks his head again. Over dinner he tells you about how his trainees are doing at the airfield, and how one of them is almost ready for her first solo piloting job. You can see his pride and excitement for his students in his eyes. When he looks up, he finds you gazing at him as you listen, chin in your hand, food forgotten. He laughs and nudges your hand towards your fork again.

After you’re both finished Frankie moves to clean up the dishes, but you grab his hands and start to walk backwards towards the couch. He smiles and lets himself be led. Once you get there, though, he spins you, falling back onto the couch first and pulling you into his lap. You go happily.

He pulls you in, and you tuck your head into his shoulder, face against his neck. He hums.

“Feeling better, tesoro?” You nod in response. “Want to watch anything?” You shake your head. He laughs, softly. “Want me to talk?”

You pull your head up this time, and meet his eyes. He’s smiling at you, so soft, so handsome. You can't help yourself.

You lean in to kiss him, and it’s slow and soft. Saying hello, and I love you, and I’m so happy to come home to you with the gentle press of your lips.

It stays like that until both you and Frankie, like you’re in each others heads, move at the same – you shift your weight to get closer, he smooths his hands across your hips. Something about the movement takes the kiss from soft to intense. You fall into him, letting Frankie sweep you away.

…

His sudden strong grip on your thigh distracts you and you inhale sharply as you pull back. You realize at some point in the last few minutes you’ve moved to straddle his lap. He takes advantage of the opening and tucks his face into your neck, pressing kisses down your shoulder.

“This what you want, baby?” His voice is deep, heavy with arousal, and it sends a shiver across your shoulders. He notices. “Yeah?” You nod, and he pulls your hips closer to his own. You feel him, then, his cock hot and thick against you. Your breath catches as he grins. “That’s it, baby, just like that.”

You move into a natural rhythm against him, grinding down to meet his thrusts as you fall back into his kiss. His sweatpants are so thin it’s almost like there’s nothing between you and his cock and you can feel the heat pooling at the bottom of your spine. “Frankie, I–” You gasp at the feeling of his cock nestling inside your pussy through the layers of your clothing. You’re so wet you’re sure it’s leaving a dark stain on his pants.

He lets out a short, deep moan. “Tell me, tesoro. Tell me what you want.”

“Pants, Frankie.” You sigh as you grind against him again. “N- no pants.”

He huffs a laugh, and moves to do your bidding. In a flash your own soft pants and underwear are gone, and his sweatpants are shoved down his legs. You realize as he does so that he isn’t wearing briefs. You lick across your bottom lip as his cock springs free from the sweatpants, and he watches your reaction, grinning.

Almost without warning, he pulls you forward again, and this time you groan in unison. His cock nestles right into your pussy, head warm and firm against your clit. He thrusts and you’re so wet the slide of him against you is smooth as silk. You can’t help but grind down, chasing the high you were so close to a minute ago, but it’s not enough. “More, Frankie, I want-” you suck in a breath as he hits your clit just right. “Frankie, please fuck me, baby.”

It’s his turn to lose his breath as he pulls you into a searing kiss. His right hand holds your head in place, firm around the back of your neck, as his left adjusts your hips to move you into position. You lift up and somehow you both get it just right, so that you barely have to move at all before the head of his cock notches right where you want it. Where you need it.

Your hands slide up his arms and neck and into his hair, and you open your mouth to his kiss as you sink slowly down onto his cock. He moans, but you keep your mouth on his until you’re seated, until you’re full. With Frankie you’re always so full.

You both take a moment to breathe, to revel in the feeling. He smooths his hands around your waist and suddenly pulls you even closer, tilting your hips forward just enough to feel him slide a little bit deeper. The noise you make is so pleased, so satisfied, that he grins. “That’s right, baby, you like that? Hmm? Like how I fill you up?” You nod, speechless. “Yeah, you do. Look at you. You were made to take this cock, tesoro.” You sigh at the idea and grind your hips down. “Just like this cock was made to fill this pussy.”

With that, Frankie starts to move. Slow, at first, with long, smooth strokes, lifting you up by the hips before guiding you smoothly back down. You let him take the lead, lifting yourself up when he wants you to and falling slowly back down. You're starting to lose yourself in it, eyes closed, head thrown back, when he pulls you forward and brings his lips to your ear.

“You look so beautiful like this.” He presses a kiss behind your ear. “‘s nothing better than this, than you, tight around my cock, warm and wet and p- perfect.” His soft words, almost whispered in your ear, make you start to move your hips faster. But he holds you at that pace – slow and maddening. “You were made for this, tesoro. We were made for this. Look at how we fit together.” His right hand comes up and guides you to look down at where his cock is sinking inside you. A high pitched noise, thin and long and breathy, escapes you without conscious thought. “So fucking beautiful, the way you sit on this cock, baby. Never seen anything like it.”

Finally, finally, Frankie starts to speed up. But you’re already there, heat shimmering up your spine, sparks at the edge of your vision. Every thrust pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

“Frankie, I-”

“I know, hermosa. I can feel it.” His next thrust is sharp as he pulls you down onto his cock. You moan again. He hits a rhythm that drives every single thought out of your mind, like there’s nothing left of you but where you and Frankie come together. Only this. “Let go, baby. Let me see it. Let me feel it. I need to see it, tesoro, show me how you come. Come for me. Right now. Now, baby.”

When he says it, when he tells you to come now, he pulls you close and grinds into you on a thrust that hits you just right. His fingers squeeze at your ass and he bites lightly at your neck.

And you do.

It’s like lightning running up and down your spine, like fireworks behind your eyes. You know you cry out, maybe in words, maybe not, but you can’t hear it. You can’t hear anything but the blood rushing in your ears and Frankie’s voice and the way he told you to come, right now, now baby, because he needs it. Needs you.

You open your eyes and catch the exact moment his own orgasm takes him – it’s beautiful, like he always is. Eyes closed, head thrown back, mouth open around your name. His neck is long, his hair wild from where you’ve been running your hands through it. He looks undone. You know you do, too.

You lean forward and let your forehead rest on his as you both catch your breath, chests heaving. You realize you both still have your shirts on and for some reason this makes you giggle. Once you start, you can’t stop, and you hide your face in Frankie’s neck, sinking down into the warmth of his chest.

“What’s so funny, hmm?” you can hear the smile in his voice as he rubs his hands up and down your back. “What’re you laughing at, hermosa?”

“No- nothing, Frankie, just realized we’re both still mostly dressed, and I didn’t even notice.” He huffs a laugh in response. “Guess we were too caught up.”

You smile, and tilt your hips a bit. The sensation is almost too much, and you can see the same feeling on Frankie’s face.

He reaches up to cup your face in both of his hands. “Ready for bed, tesoro?” You consider it, and realize yeah, you are. You feel good, now, so much better than when you got home, and then Frankie fed you and held you and tired you out. You might actually fall asleep without your horrible day following you into your dreams. You smile.

“Yeah, Frankie. Take me to bed.”

He does.

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a/n: this is my first Frankie fic, I am dying to know what you think. I hope you liked it!

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the-witch-of-one-piece · 6 months

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Control 18+ Ft: Shuji Hanma, Taiju Shiba, & Ran Haitani WC:1400+ Resident: @enchantedforest-network Synopsis: You belong to them and they have to remind you that when you start to act out. They will put you in your place and you won't fight them doing so. (I wouldn't fight them not one bit 💀) TW: Masturbation (F! reader receiving), Morally Grey Men, Possessive Behavior, Choking, fingering, finger sucking, pet names (baby girl, brat), slight stalking, degrading names (slut), calling them daddy, strong language, dominating trait from the three men, jealousy, you belong to them.

Hanma

“Tsk tsk like I told you to keep your legs open for me.” Hanma cooed in your ear. Your back pressed against his chest.

Your panties were tossed on the floor. Your legs spread slightly open. The way his fingers brush between your slits causes you to squirm uncontrollably. Hanma leaned over your shoulder, his golden eyes gazing at his tattooed hand between your legs. “Just the slightest touch is making you quiver this much?” the cocky tone left his devilish lips as he could feel your juices on the tips of his fingers.

The way he did it was always a teasing matter, he knew it drove you crazy. “Stop teasing me so much.” biting back the moans as your eyes closed savoring this sinful touch his fingers could do to you. It was hard to separate yourself from him, he came and went when he felt like it. The consistency was never there when you really needed him. You said to yourself you were finally done putting up with his bullshit and mind games. You even questioned your own sanity wondering if he even loved you? If he did… he had a strange way of showing it to you. When you decided to go out with someone different you wouldn’t have guessed he followed you and your company the entire evening.

Your company wouldn’t even make it into your apartment when Hanma finally had enough of what he liked to call the ‘little game’ you were playing. The poor guy didn’t know what hit him (literally). Hanma with a look in his eyes you could describe them as dangerous and yet sexy, almost making you want to get on your knees in front of him ready to take your punishment.

You were putty in the palm of Hanma’s hands and you hated how vulnerable he could make you feel and yet you wanted him to touch you more. Just like a drug, you couldn’t get enough.

“Just remember I’m the only one that can make you feel this good.” his fingers pushing more between your slits “Your pretty little cunt is mines and mines only. You thought I was kidding when I said no one else could touch you?” his long slender fingers sliding into your moisten cunt feeling the warmth of your walls. “See I can’t leave you alone for a few days without you acting like such a little slut….You disappointed me.”

“I’m-I’m sorry.” you whimpered as his fingers were pumping in and out of you. His fingers are getting nice and coated with your sweet nectar. “Oh fuck please don’t stop.”

“And if I do? How badly do you want it, my little slut?”

“Bad Shuji baby~~” you whimpered.

“Tell me who you belong to?” The possessive tone was making its appearance in his voice. He added another finger into your warm little cunt.

“Shuji Hanma~~~” tossing your head back slightly against the lanky man.

Taiju

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Taiju watched you avoid direct eye contact. “We are not done talking.”

“I’m done talking.” You shot him a quick look and began walking to the shared room. You began undoing the expensive dress he bought you just a few days ago for this special event. Where he was sitting, he clicked his tongue and began rolling up his sleeves getting up from his seat following you to the bedroom.

‘god damn brat.’ Taiju being the observant man a few hours prior the dress looked great on you but he noticed some more unwanted looks. Even Taiju overheard a conversation about you and your dress with a few men he knew. He fucking hated how they were speaking about you. He just wanted to rip their throats out. It took every inch of him to control himself and not make a spectator of himself just like he did when he was younger. You were enjoying yourself but it was being cut short by him. When you asked him he didn’t give you an answer but simply moved you towards the exit. It frustrated you because he wouldn’t even tell you the reason and that's when you became more sassy with him. You weren’t going to look at him.

It wouldn’t take long for you to hear his footsteps enter your bedroom. The dress slides down your frame as you reach for your silk robe placing it on. “Like I said we are not done talking you damn brat.”

“And I say we are.” you picked up the dress and placed it on the back of the chair.

It was driving him crazy that you wouldn’t look at him. The large structure man walks towards you. In a quick motion, you were pinned between him and the wall. His large hand pinning both of your hands above your head. Still avoiding to look at him “Even pinning your hands above your head you still can’t look at me.” his large hand was around your neck applying enough pressure to get your attention. “Apparently, I need to wrap my hand around that pretty neck of yours to have you look at me like a good girl.” Taiju's eyes focused on yours as they traveled to his hand around your neck. He felt his growing bulge forming in his pants. “Look what you do to me. Getting me all worked up..” his voice was low raspy the hint of his bourbon mixed with the cigarette he was smoking lingered on his breath.

“Now… Are you going to listen to me when I tell you to do something?” he asked you. You didn’t argue as you nodded. “I can't hear you.” the slightly taunting in his voice.

“Yes daddy.” your eyes are still on his.

“Good girl… Now get on your knees for me and show Daddy how much you love him.”

Ran

Sitting on his lap, it was becoming more apparent he was looking at your left hand more. His fingers seem to play with the ringless ring finger. Ran began picturing what kind of ring he was planning on placing on your finger. “Something on your mind Ran?” Looking at the violet eye lover. His eyes drifted from your ring finger to your doe-eyed expression. “Thinking about what kind of ring will look good on your finger baby girl. I think it’s been long overdue and I want to get it now.”

You cocked your brow at him “Really now?” with a playful smirk “What makes you think I will wear it now?”

“As my future wife, it will be suitable. You would want to wear the ring your future husband bought now wouldn’t you?” Your fingers combed through his soft smooth short hair. “If I don't?”

“You will, I will make sure of it.” He reached for your fingers intertwining them with his. Sliding you off his lap onto the couch, his hand still intertwined with yours. You were sliding lower onto the couch as he was hovering over you. “You and I both know well if I place a collar around your neck you wouldn’t remove it or just like when you ride my face until you cum. No one is capable of taking you from me either.”

He had you right there. No doubt in his mind and he was right you wouldn’t decline anything he wanted to do. He would be able to convince you to walk down the street in lingerie if he wanted to. He had this sort of power over you and it always made you cave in. “I get it, Ran. You know I’m teasing Ran.” you playfully said, “I’m yours.”

Other than the three words he loved hearing, he also loved those two words “Say it again baby girl.” Lowering his head lower towards your lips lightly brushing against yours. The light touch of his light sent a tingling sensation throughout your body.

“I’m yours.” You lifted your head slightly as your lips pressed against his.

“That’s my girl~” Ran smoothly said to you. Ran freed his hand from yours, his index finger brushing against your bottom lip. The tip of your tongue lightly brushes against the tip of his finger. With no asking from him, your lips began sucking on his finger. “I bet you would be sucking me off so good just like always a baby girl. Seeing those pouty lips around my cock how you take me inch by inch.” he continued to watch you suck on his finger.

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illyrian-dreamer · 4 months

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Dance with the devil – Part 1

Rhysand x fem!reader series

Summary: You attempt to rob the High Lord of the Night Court.

Words: 3.3k

TW: Violence, death

Notes: Morally grey Rhysand below the cuff 😈😈😈

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Tick, tick, tick.

That stern voice nagged in your mind, laced with forewarning and impatience that only frustrated you further.

You had just minutes to find the scroll and get out.

With gritted teeth, you leaned closer, drowning out that voice - likely your mothers - as well as the drumming of your heart, waiting for that final click.

You were versed in charming locks, picking them when you had to, just as you did now. And what waited on the other side of this door was worth every swallow of bile, every rise and swell of panic that begged you to think of the consequence - of what would happen if you were caught.

It was only a half-moon prior that you had snuck into the infamous libraries of the Day Court while the city slept, hunting concealed maps and etchings of Helion’s castle. You studied the corridors and winding staircases of the impressive home, squinting through the flickering glow of the small fae light you had allowed yourself to cast, anxious eyes lifting reluctantly every so often, humouring the phantom furl of a page or shiver down your spine.

So you pressed those routes to memory – sewers, plumbing, hidden passageways marked in some maps and not others. They were your only true salvage if things went wrong.

Weapons were now strapped to every part of your leathers that would allow, layers of magic shielding your scent and sound so strong it made your joints ache, as if buckling under their weight.

Easy in, easy out, quick on your feet and don't look back.

That mantra was your only comfort as you silently slipped into the lavish guest suite, a breath of relief that its layout matched your efforts of breaking into the libraries. Because although night never found this court, there was only a small window in which the High Lords were away from their suites, and time was a persistent foe.

It was incredibly risky to break into the guest quarters of the High Lord of the Night Court, especially after Hellion had declared his home a neutral grounds for the High Lord’s meeting. But what Rhysand possessed was invaluable – that scroll of ancient tongue, the only one of it’s kind. It was worth the risk of your own life, of certain death if you were caught.

Careful, gloved fingers sifted through the papers on the desk, making sure not to leave anything out of place.

The details you had gained on the High Lord were valuable – he was neat, more than neat, really – his room immaculate and organised. A paper left rippled, a chair at a slight angle, even a stray hair on the sprawling marble floor – all were things he would surely notice.

But you could tread lightly, could play to that game of fine detail. Nimble as a mouse – that’s how your father had always described you, affection warming his face as he compared you to your boisterous brother.

With a clench of your heart, you forced the memory out. Once you had that scroll – soon. You would be together again soon.

As you crouched low to sift through the chestnut draws, mahogany carved with the kind of finery that made you sick, a hint of gold gleamed from the corner of the room, the light catching your eye.

Padding with quiet creaks from your boots, you allowed yourself only a moment to admire the array of scrolls that lay in the wooden chest – it’s lid tipped open, beckoning to be explored. In the centre perched the most exotic of the artefacts. Boring rings of gold, it winked at you, a true diamond in the rough.

With gentle inspection, you traced the characters etched in it’s casing, a cryptic ode of ancient tongue.

A whisper of magic kissed your face, stray hairs dancing as goosebumps prickling beneath your leathers. It was waft of excitement, danger, magic aged by civilisations – this was a powerful scroll indeed.

With a hand on each end of the casing, you gently lifted the scroll into your satchel, careful not to knock it or disturb the casing. You would return it after all, once traced.

There was a shift in the air then, and a sinking feeling rippled through your abdomen, like a stone dropped into still water.

Get out – that voice urged.

You had spent too long here already.

Swallowing the fastening hammer of your heart, you raised from your knees, eyeing the unsuspecting cupboard – behind it a hidden door, and behind that a winding pathway would lead you clear to the gardens.

You almost scoffed – this was easier than you had thought.

How could the High Lord be so reckless to leave something of this value lying about?

The pit of your stomach deepened.

Too easy – much, much too easy.

An open, gaping well.

Oh gods, this was a–

And then darkness – everywhere.

You gasped, catching glimpses of red and blue as you staggered back. Your back hit something solid – no, someone. Strong arms gripped yours wrists, pinning them behind you. You tried to yell, but your breath hitched as violet eyes glowered amongst the tendrils of midnight smog, choking any sound that whined in your throat.

“Well well, what do we have here?” a sultry voice purred, a refined silhouette emerging from the darkness, tall and broad.

A gleam of teeth pulled with a feline smile, the figure prowling closer. Dangerous, lethal, ever knowing with a hint of cockiness.

And as tendrils of night magic cleared around their master, the High Lord of the Night Court was revealed.

Rhysand’s eyes danced with amusement as he watched realisation set in – your own features taut with horror.

“Hello, Y/N darling.”

You were dead meat.

A heavy, intrusive sensation caused a shiver to rack through you as phantom claws tore through your useless shields, and you were suddenly overwhelmed by the scent of your own fear.

Rhysand’s pretty grin only grew.

In a hopeless attempt to flee, you barely moved an inch as you tugged against the impossible grip on your arms.

He was closing in, coldness seeping from him as his magic curling in on itself, devouring any hints of warmth from the room, from your own veins.

And then he stopped, just one agonising pace shy from your heaving chest.

Here he was – High Lord of the Night Court. Wickedly cruel, arrogant and unnervingly calm, a cat who toyed with its food. The legendary villain of whispered rumours and horror stories exchanged amongst children of your village in the court of Dawn, parents so tired from their youngens loss of sleep that he was a banished name from many households.

Your eyes danced with a panic as instincts forced you to look for any chance of survival. Dressed with finery, but not a weapon on him – that was good.

But as the shadows began to clear, another male was revealed perching patiently against the wall behind, blue siphons flickering as he stood with wide legs, arms crossed and face stoic. Azriel, the Shadowsinger and Spymaster, waited patiently for your attempt of escape, his own shadows at the ready.

Fuck.

That meant the male that bound you was Cassian – Warlord and Chief General of the Illyrian armies.

You were as good as dead.

Your breathing stuttered as you swallowed the plea for mercy begging at your lips. They were going to kill you, that was certain. You could only hope they would do it quickly.

“My my, Y/N,” Rhysand drawled, his voice playful and sensual. “We weren't certain if you were going to take the bait.”

Placing hands on knees, he lowered himself to your level, those violet eyes captivating you, their depth incomprehensible. You tried to break Rhys’s gaze, but you rendered helpless, realising the cruel use of his magic.

“But I’m so glad this is how we get to meet.”

He was expecting you?

You glared back, your breaths quickening at the dangerous proximity.

If not at his mercy, you would have spat at his condescending manner. But instead you fought aimlessly against Cassian’s hold, the male pulling you back against his chest with a jarring tug, his grip tightening until you felt your pulse in your wrists.

Your mind was scattering with each second, frantic eyes dancing at the High Lord before you. You hadn't expected him to be so… handsome.

“Why, thank you,” Rhys cocked an eyebrow at you, that cat like grin exchanged for a lob-sided one.

Had he just–? You scowled, cursing him silently. His abilities as a deamanti also deeming true.

Rhysand chuckled at your foul words, his laugh unexpectedly soft. “Such a feisty thing you are,” he commented, raking his purple eyes down your body. You suddenly felt incredibly exposed, despite the layers of leathers and weaponry you wore.

“Let me go,” you spat hoarsely, heaving against the General once more.

“You’re not in any position to make that request,” Cassian huffed, pulling back on the little distance you had gained. His voice was gruff as it hummed through your back.

You turned your head to look at the Warlord for the first time. He too, like the other males in the room, was noticeably handsome. His long hair fell into his face as he looked down at you, his eyes almost as amused as his High Lord.

Were you just a joke to them?

“Oh, sweet Y/N, you’re not a joke at all. We’re actually quiet impressed by you,” Rhysand toyed, his eyebrows raised with a mocking tone. “We know you’ve been trailing us for months, Azriel here picked up on your movements in our court a whole quarter year ago.”

You flicked your eyes to the Spymaster, his position and face unmoving at his mention. You couldn't help your scowl at the male who was responsible to securing your death.

“What we didn't expect, was for you to make it this far,” Rhysand continued with a chuckle, his head shaking in playful dismay.

Great – now on top of everything else, you were completely insulted.

“That’s why we set this trap for you. So we could finally meet.”

You frowned at Rhysand. You had been so careful, so stealthy about all your work in spying on the High Lord, slaving over maps and reports until you could no longer keep your eyes open, using the little money you had to buy off secrecy, and always covering your tracks. But it still hadn't been enough.

“Don’t look so disheartened, little mouse,” Rhysand purred, before he picked a piece of lint off his fitted black jacket. “The fact that you were able to break into my quarters alone is incredibly impressive.”

It had in fact, taken a lot of work. To sneak into Hellion’s home had taken three disenchantment spells, and compromised a suite of his guards who were yet to rise from their enchanted slumber. The locks and spells on Rhysand’s chamber were another thing in itself.

“What will you do with me?” you gritted, glaring between the males in front of you, desperate to know your fate.

Rhysand dipped his head back and laughed, his posture too calm, too casual.

“What will we do with you, hmm?” he repeated, and a shrinking instinct finding you, one that you hadn't felt since you were a child.

“Perhaps the question is, what would you like us to do with you?” It was a lovers voice, sensual and suggestive.

You couldn't help the thunder of your heart as his scent filled your nose, crudely laced with arousal as it found you with a phantom wind.

Rhysand was on you then, his face inches from your own as swirls of night filled your vision, his violet eyes the only light you could see.

You gasped at the sight before you – it was beautiful, but so, so deadly.

“I don’t like having my things taken from me, Y/N.” Rhysand growled, his voice now cold, unforgiving. Those same claws that tore your shields now traced the outskirts if your mind, talons sinking slightly in warning.

Despite the little pain, it was instinct to scream.

You tried to make quick peace at the thought of his violet eyes being the last thing you would ever see.

Open your eyes, he commanded mind to mind.

Without realising you had closed them, you found yourself unable to disobey.

Rhysand withdrew as quickly as he had pounced, his darkness disappearing with him as he slid his hands into his pockets, rocking on fine shoes. His behaviour was erratic, such a contrast to the moment before.

“Of course, it would be such a waste of good talent.” He shrugged nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t toyed with your very consciousness just moments before.

You watched him pace, your eyes flicking to the spymaster once more, before noting the exits of the room you knew well.

“You don't stand a chance,” Azriel spoke plainly, his hand fingering one of many blades strapped to his strong frame. A warning, from one spy to another.

Rhysand grinned between you two, running a smooth hand through his black-blue hair.

Was he entertained by the idea that you were willing to give a fight?

You felt a low rumble from Cassian’s chest, all three males daring you to challenge them in their own way.

Azriel was right – it was suicide to try.

Rhysand hummed with pleasure, reading your submission as your body sagged every so slightly.

“I’ll tell you what, Y/N. I’ll make you a deal.”

A bargain, a promise, and perhaps a riddle from Prythian’s deadliest High Lord.

“I’d rather you kill me,” you said tightly.

Rhysand laughed again, and you felt the movements of Cassian’s chuckle from behind.

“Oh, sweetheart. Surely there’s a tad more fight in you than that?”

You scowled in return.

Rhysand approached you again, now holding the scroll of ancient tongue.

“What do you know of this scroll?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

“Try again.”

You winced. “I don't know anything.”

Rhysand tutted. “Little liar,” he grinned at you, his violet eyes sparkling with challenge. “I’ll ask one more time,” he sang.

You felt them again, and it took all you had to not crumble at Cassian’s boots at the flooding pain as Rhysand dragged a singular, scraping talon across your mind and back.

“Resurrection!” you yelped – a half breath, half scream escaping you as your legs gave out. Cassian held you up, your body rigid as Rhysand’s talon pierced your mind further. The pain was blinding, eliciting a howl from you as your vision flashed with white.

Yet Rhysand’s icy threat cut through. “I have a lot of enemies, Y/N. I don't suppose you are hoping to fetch a pretty penny for anyone who might seek to bring back the rightfully dead?”

“No, n-no!” you gasped, your body spasming and contorting as he continued to toy with you. “Please, it’s for m-my family!”

Rhysand left your mind as quickly as he had entered it. You sagged in relief, Cassian gently setting you down as your crumpled to the floor, your body shaking and twitching.

You had just enough energy to raise your eyes and meet the High Lord’s stare. Gone was his expression of cruel amusement, it was now replaced with a frown of serious, deep thought.

He had seen them – your family, their smiles and laughter as your memory flashed at their mention. That meant he had also seen their deaths, their limp bodies piled for you to find in your own home.

“You wish to resurrect them?” Rhys asked softly.

All you could do was nod. You were sure you weren't noting a sense of sympathy from the male.

Rhys shook his head, his eyes closing. “If it were that easy Y/N, I’d have the missing kin to my own family here today.”

You looked up at the High Lord through heavy lids, exhaustion overcoming your body with an occasional twitch.

“I have to try,” was all you could offer, your voice small and unsure.

Rhysand stared down at you with furrowed brows, serious yet unreadable. After a few moments, he blinked, a few stars returning to his eyes as he raised them to Cassian with a quick nod.

Strong hands unfurled from your arms, and Cassian stepped back, providing you some space on the marbled tiles as you shook.

Death then, at last. May the Mother have mercy, let it be quick, you prayed silently.

A gentle pull of your hand from your face, and your fingers were forced to close around a ovoidal object.

Rhysand was crouched in front of you, his face unreadable as his cold hand kept your fingers pressed to the scroll

“I’ll tell you what Y/N. You find a way to decipher this scroll and bring back your family. And when you do, you share that information with me, so that I may do the same.”

You pulled your hand back, eyes darting between his violet ones as if you read the trick that undoubtedly hid beneath his offer.

“And why in Mother’s name would I trust you?”

He smirked humourlessly. “Unless you prefer the alternative –“ Rhysand’s eyes blackened instantly, and your heart skipped a beat at the promise of death that beheld them. “– I don’t believe you have a choice.”

Make a bargain with the High Lord, or die. Not in a thousand lifetimes could you have predicted an ultimatum so soulless.

“Do we have a deal?” Rhysand offered his large hand as he still crouched before you, his eyebrows raising with a hint of impatience.

You flicked your gaze between Azriel and Cassian. Both of them watched patiently, their stances neutral, obedient of their High Lord’s business. It bothered you – how were both of them so complicit to his evil?

Looking back at Rhysand – you ignored the voice inside you that screamed at you not to trust him.

Letting out a short breath, you lifted yourself to your knees and clasped your hand in his. “It’s a deal.”

A gasp escaped you as a stinging heat spread across the hand held in his, and etched it’s way up your forearm. With wide eyes, you watched the burn and itch of a ink-like pattern forming on your skin. Swirls now covered your once naked arm, the picture of one hand shaking another stark on the inside of your palm. It was your hand in Rhysand’s – a symbol of the bargain you had just agreed to. For eternity, or until you deciphered this scroll you realised, with no lack of nausea.

Rhysand grinned, marvelling the matching tattoo that now tainted his skin. “I’ll be checking in on your progress frequently, Y/N darling.”

Unable to find the right words for you distaste, you snatched your hand away and pressed against your stomach, willing your self not to be sick.

You were now indebted to this hellish, sinister being.

Rhysand appeared as unfazed. “Perhaps you would consider a job in my court with Azriel?” he mused, flexing his fingers as he continued to take in the impressive detail of your bargain. “Again, we were quite impressed with your work.”

He was teasing of course, and Azriel’s hazel eyes winced with humour as all three males watched for your reaction.

You scowled at Rhysand, glaring up at him again. “I prefer my freedom, actually,” you snarled.

Rhysand laughed in his sensual way, before grinning a wicked smile down at you. “Or what’s left of it.

He straightened then, his wig men moving to his sides with grace – a practiced dance for all three.

“I suggest you excuse yourself from my quarters the moment we’re gone Y/N, I’ll know otherwise.”

With a clasp to his shoulders from Azriel and Cassian, the three males were gone in a ripple of odourless night.

Until then, little spy, Rhysand’s voice echoed in your mind.

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AN: Ok new series let's gooooo!! Welcome to DWTD! Hello morally grey mosthandsomehighlordofthenightcourt 💞😈 I am so so excited to explore this series with y'all. Pleeeeease let me know what you think of part 1, I wrote this over so many months lol I hope it tied together. General tag list is tagged, but if you'd like to join a tag list for this series (DWTD), comment below! La la love you guys, hope you're all safe and doing ok 💞

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In the Shadow of his Memory

Chapter 1–Ghosts

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Warnings: graphic violence, morally grey sebastian, morally grey reader, angst, fluff, alcohol

Word count: 927

Summary: It's been 10 years since you were faced with that awful decision: turn Sebastian in for casting an unforgivable curse or lie for him.

You chose to lie for him and take his secrets to your grave, but that wasn't enough-the authorities found out soon after and Sebastian went on the run.

You never stopped loving him and when an unexpected visitor arrives in your home in the dead of night, you realize he never stopped loving you either.

There it was again.

You sat bolt upright in bed, having been awoken again by some unexplained noise coming from outside your window.

It couldn't have been a pedestrian, you lived far enough away from the main Hogsmead foot traffic that it would've been unusual for someone to have accidentally wandered by your window.

Even tipsy patrons leaving The Three Broomsticks and wandering off the main road.

Carrot, your fluffy orange cat yawned and stretched out his front paws, also awoken, but for him, it was because you got out of bed and disrupted the blankets. He glared at you sleepily as you lit a candle and walked to the window.

Nothing but moonlight peered back at you from the small window and you felt like you were going crazy.

You sat back down on the edge of the bed and let your head drop into your hands. You'd been dreaming of him again.

Sebastian.

It had been 10 years since that night in the slytherin dormitory when Sebastian made his escape. 10 years since you watched the love of your life disappear, never to be seen again.

And he truly was the greatest love of your life. Sure other men had come and gone over the last few years. And there were even some that you'd cared deeply for, but no one that you would ever love like him.

The memory of Sebastian hung in your mind like a ghost that never gave you peace.

Because you knew he was still out there somewhere. If he'd have died, surely a body would've been recovered by now. And if he'd been arrested, they'd have plastered it all over the Daily Prophet.

No, he was alive, you could feel it.

Gravel crunched just outside your door and this time Carrot heard it too.

So, you weren't crazy. Someone or some thing really was out there.

You swung your house coat on over your thin cotton night gown and pulled it tight to stave off the cold air.

Embers from last evening's fire burned low in the hearth, but they weren't enough to warm the late night chill.

Carrot watched you retrieve the candle from your nightstand and walk to the door, your wand in your other hand and at the ready.

The door handle was cold in your hand, you could feel your heart hammering in your chest.

You took a deep breath and swung the door open wide with your wand raised.

Nothing.

There was no one or nothing there. Just the quiet empty street.

You sighed in relief but before you could close the door, Carrot darted outside.

"CARROT!" You hissed. "Get back here!"

But the cat was gone.

You groaned in aggravation, "Accio slippers."

Your house shoes flew into your hands and you slipped them on your feet as you ran out the door after the cat.

"Carrot!" You called as you watched his fluffy tail disappear into the forest.

The Forbidden Forest.

"Why?!" You complained as you ran after the cat.

"Accio."

"Levioso"

"Arresto Momentum"

Spell after spell danced passed the cat. Ugh magical companions and their abilities. If he didn't want to be caught, he wouldn't be.

"Arres— ow"

The smell of dirt and decaying leaves engulfed your senses as you found yourself face down on the forest floor.

You'd tripped over something.

Your hands dug into the soft ground as you pushed yourself up. To your horror, you realized it was a spiderweb that you'd gotten tripped up on.

The web was tangled around your ankle and before you could utter a word to free yourself, something sharp pierced your shoulder.

An acromantula venom dart.

The acromantula scuttled toward you as more of the enormous spiders burrowed up from the ground.

"Confringo!" You yelled, and a bright beam of red burst out of your wand and hit one of the spiders. The beam broke into two more beams and hit two of the others next to the first.

They flipped over onto their backs and screeched.

You managed to free your legs with incindio but by the time you stood, you were fully surrounded.

You hadn't faced this formidable of a foe since your time At Hogwarts. But that time you had help from—

It didn't matter. You could do this.

You cast spell after spell, including a few unforgivable curses, and the spiders fell one by one.

As you faced off with the final spider, you couldn't help but notice it was more intelligent than the others. It moved differently.

Almost as if it were being controlled?

No that couldn't be.

You raised your wand to deal the death blow but the spider was faster. It slung out its web onto a nearby tree limb, ripping the limb free and bringing it down on top of you.

Everything went black.

When you came to, you realized it was morning and you were back in your bed.

Back in your bed??

You sat up but your head ached where the limb had hit you.

As you reached up to inspect the wound, you felt a bandage covering it.

You ran to the nearest mirror and as sure as the sun shone, someone had dressed your wound and brought you back home.

Your slippers sat next to the front door, muddy, your house coat hung on its hook, ripped from the fight with the spiders. And Carrot lay curled at the foot of your bed sleeping soundly.

Who did this?

Whoever they were, must've left the same way they arrived:

Like a ghost.

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0at-milf · 3 months

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part 2

#charlastor #maybe I'll post more lol #charlie x alastor #alastor x charlie #radiobelle #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel memes #reader memes #ao3 #charlie morningstar #alastor #the radio demon #book memes #morally grey characters #fictional men #the last two are absolutely about alastor #meme template #memes

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fix them ???? nah, i want them to corrupt me ♡

#severus snape #severus snape fic #severus snape fanfic #pro severus snape #aemond one eye targaryen #aemond fanfiction #aemond x reader #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #lucius malfoy angst #lucius malfoy #lucius malfoy x you #severus snape x reader #game of thrones #house of the dragon #harry potter #morally grey men do it better

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Chapter 1: The World that Turns

In the world of light, legends of a world parallel to their own are now nearly forgotten. Who would have believed the dark of legend would plot to enter where they don't belong.

Warning: Swearing, violence mentioned, let me know if I need to add more!

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The festival in Castle Town couldn't have happened on a more perfect three days. Perfect weather, light breezes with a full sun casting warmth on the kingdom of Hyrule. Birds tweeted happily, and villagers were loud in Castle Town.

Gorons, Zora, Hylians, Rito all setting up their stands or games for people to enjoy. Many chatting happily, more than pleased to be born in such a unified time in Hyrule's history.

A boy in green rushed through town, panting and rushing to meet with his friend. Link had slept in, again. And he had promised Zelda to be in the garden before noon. And the sun was already high in the sky.

Link panted, rushing through a back ally and to a large stone wall. Pulling out a basic grappling hood, he threw the rope up, letting the hood grab onto the top of the wall. He pulled and started to climb the wall, panting and grunting as he reached the top and hopped over. He looked around, stepping a few feet forward, seeing no one in the magnificent garden and gave a sigh of relief.

"Link!" Zelda's angry voice exclaimed, and Link jumped, dropping his grappling hook. "Why are you late?! Again?!"

Link turned to see the beautiful princess Zelda, her white and pink dress flowing softly with the breeze, blond hair swaying softly and circlet crown shining in the sun. "Zelda! I'm sorry, I slept in, I didn't mean too!" He said in a panic.

His old friemd sighed, face falling into something of sadness. "I apologize. I shouldn't have snapped at you. . ."

"You've been really stressed lately." Link said, frowning. "Do you. . . want to talk about it?"

Zelda nodded, walking away to a stone bench under a nearby tree. Link followed, and sat down after Zelda, not missing how her elf ears drooped. "I. . . must confess, I do not know how to explain this. Oh. . ." she paused "This is quite difficult. . . "

Pulling out an old dusty book, she showed it to Link. "See, recently- exactly a week ago, I was outside here, in the garden when I felt it. Have you ever . . . say. . . dropped a peice of glassware and somehow your parents know even though they were far away?"

Link nodded. "Yea, Mrs. Green somehow knew a broke a pot despite being in town."

Link lost his parents at a young age, and Mrs. Green took him in, teaching him how to garden and care for the earth around them. "These things are a gift from the goddesses." She'd tell him.

"Well, it was like that." Zelda explained. "I was outside, it was a perfect day, and there was still water from the previous night's rain when I felt it. Like something had entered Hyrule uninvited, something. . . Unwelcome, dark, evil. It's not as strong, as if it had left but still, I can feel it's presence Link. Like it left something behind. . ."

Link offered a hand to Zelda. She look at his calloused hand and then his face, to see a kind smile. "I don't doubt it. But today will be the first day of the festival. Let's not let things like taht ruin our moods."

Zelda smiled, and held his hand, her white glove now a little dirty from the dirt under his nails. "You're right. I should at least tell Impa, however."

Link nodded, "What's this book. anyways?" he asked, gesturing ro the book Zelda had brought with her. She took her hand back.

"An old book I found in a forgotten corner of the library, covered in dust. Its a book of old legends. I wanted to show you one." she said, gently opening it and flipping to her book mark. The page had a added painted picture of a dark landscape, covered in fire and death. "It tells about a world that is parallel to our own. This world, the Dark world as this book calls it, has no heavenly guidance and the things that live there have no morals. They did awful things, and attempted to take over the light world. They were defeated by a hero in ancient times and the dark world was closed." Zelda explained. Link nodded, but Zelda only closed the book. "It only speaks of the evil crimes committed, but not of the reason why. That troubles me, even if it truly is a mere story you tell to children so they behave. . ."

A voice called to them, ans Lady Impa appeared, the middle aged sheika still so beautiful and strong, white hair in a bun and sheika armour on. She was a powerful woman, and despite her looks and strength and standing in the royal family, she refused to marry, instead choosing to help raise Zelda.

"Impa!" Zelda said, standing up and leaving the book where she had been sitting. Link followed behind, smiling and bowed to Impa. "Oh, did father decide to let me go to the festival this year?"

Impa smiled, and Zelda beamed, letting out a small squeal before grabbing Link's hand. Link blushed, his ears turning pink as Zelda rushed into the castle. "Lets go, Link! I wnat to see all the nice things there!"

"Now wait a minute, Princess." Impa said, appearing in front of the two. "Your father said I have to accompany you, and that we must wait until he his done with his meeting before you can go." Zelda's ears fell, and Impa continued. "It is only for your safety. He cares for your well being. I promise you will get to see everything that this festival has to offer. Have patience."

Zelda nodded and turned back to Link. "Lets go back outside. It is truly a gorgeous day today." she said, dragging him back outside to the sunlight. . .

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The Dark world was rarely ever warm. Hot, blistering hot from a volcanic eruption, yes, but it was usually always cool. You'd have to wear some outwear to even go into town, it was always like this. There was no sun, only a moon that would go from full to empty through the hours and then ful again. And occasionally, it would become red. casting the land in crimson colored light.

Unity always had been scarce, and often times forced to keep what little peace there was in the dark world, the fire breathing monsters of Death Mountain, for example, never got along with the monsters and inhabitants of the shadow forest, either the fire kind trying to ignite the forest or the forest monsters messing with teh structer of death mountain. Creatures of the sky always fighting with the village piglins, hoglins and shadow people and the Ku.

It was always difficult to share as well, as food was hard to grow and come by, trees were always empty or dead, or poisonous. Water was heavily guarded by the Ku as well.

However, there were the ones in charge of each region of the Dark world, the strongest of all monsters. The Overlords. Each one ruled over every section of the Dark World.

Speaking of the Overlords, the lead overlord had called a meeting, an urgent one. He was in his palace in the Dark mountains, his main area of rule. He was considered the head of the overlords, as he was created by the God of destruction. Ghirahim made sure to act like it to.

Zant, the overlord of twilight and ruler of the twilight zone, walked through the halls of Ghirahim's palace, his gold shoes tapping agaisnt the floor and his long sleeves following behind him as he walked. Yuga was with him, cape flowing behind him, a circlet with a single stone on his orange hair. Yuga was the overlord of the fallen kingdom of Lorule.

"Zant, I must say," Yuga started, glancing at thr man in thr helmet, "It has been a long while since we have gathered like this. When was the last time we gathered?"

"Two years ago." Zant said "the Zazaks and Hinoxs tryed to dig through Death mountain to the Dark mountains.".

Yuga laughed "Oh Zant! I always aspire to have your memory!" he paused, and hummed hearing the flapping of insects. The men turned to see a swarm of Black and red butterflies and dragonflies approaching. They became a group and formed into the overlord of nature, Reader.

"Reader! Old friend!" yuga said, excited to see the nymph. "Is that a new flower crown? I must say, I will need an exact copy of it for my newest painting!"

"I appreciate you noticing." Reader said, bare feet touching the cold floor, thin clothing made of cotten adored with vines and berries. "I worked hard on growing the new species."

They joined the two overlords in their journey through the halls. These three seemed to get along the best, despite their cruel natures. "I must say-" Reader began "The weed walkers are growing up just nicely, they've learned how to echo locate. I feel like a proud parent."

"That sound wonderful, Reader." Zant said, still looking straight forward. The trio turned and began to climb up a set of spiral stairs to the meeting room.

Reader opened the door, letting the other two enter first. Looking in, they saw Cole, the overlord of energy and head of the train systems in the Dark world. He smiled, his horns freshly polished, for with it looked like. "Ah! Zant, Yuga, how wonderful it is to see you both again! Reader, it is always so refreshing to see someone using their manners!"

"Cole." Reader said, walking over and shaking his stretched out hand, "It is always nice to see you. How are the mines?"

He smiled again, letting out a laugh. "Wonderful, they've found many veins of fuel and metal! In the mist of our mineral crisis, it is such a relief to find."

Reader took their hand back and saw Zant and Yuga sitting down. They went to it in their chair, between Zant and where Ghirahim was supposed to sit. "Where is Ghirahim?" Reader asked, Cole grinned.

"He left to speak to Maud, I believe. Something about a change of clothes." Cole said. Reader hummed, and grew some vines out of their hand, and started to fidget eith the thorns.

The doors opened and Ghirahim entered, swaggering over to his chair and sitting down. "Ah, how wonderful ut is to see you all once more. Where is Vaati?"

"Hasn't arrived." Cole said "I believe he is planing on skipping this meeting."

Ghirahim growled at Vaati's insolence, the missing overlords actions taken as an insult. Reader's ears fell in disappointment. "Ah. . . I see. . ." They said.

"Chin up, sweetie." Yuga said "It is not a big deal, besides, he doesn't deserve your respect."

Suddenly, a glass window slammed opened and the wind picked up, making hair fly and clothing flap until the overlord of wind and ruler of the sky, Vaati, materialize in the room. Reader's ears perked up and the others make a form of being displeased.

"Vaati." Ghirahim started, watching the wind mage sit down in his chair "You're late."

"Duely noted." The purple haired mage said "However, I am here now, am I not?"

Zant spoke up. "Shall we begin the meeting, then?" he suggested, not wanting anyone to start a fight. silence before Ghirahim cleared his throat.

"I'd like to start by saying that the west ocean is starting to haul less food than before, and even that was in need of rationing. Reader," he started, and Reader snapped out of their staring at Vaati "Is there anything you can do about this?"

Reader sighed and shook their head. "Unfortunately, no. If I could create new aquatic life, I'd have to use a sun stone to do so if I want to make non-predatory fish. However, who the mineral crisis happening, I'm afraid I cannot."

Ghirahim huffed "Alright then. Well. . . Other than the flying monsters slowly going out of control-" he glared at Vaati "I shall tell you the reason why I have called you all here."

The room became tense, and all eyes were on Ghirahim. "A week ago, a door to the Light word was opened."

Gasps came from Reader and Cole, Zant sat up straighter, Yuga let our a soft "Excuse me?!" and Vaati -for once- payed full attention to Ghirahim, eyes wide.

"That isn't possible!" Yuga exclaimed, "The only door to the Light world was destroyed eons ago by the old residents of Lorule! Are you saying there was a second door built?!"

"I'm not saying g that exactly." Ghirahim said "I'm saying that somehow, somewhere, an entrance to the Light world was opened. It may have been a door or a portal was ripped open. Either way, a way out of this dying world was made."

Reader squealed a bit. "Oh that is wonderful! Ah, if we could get our hands on such wonderful, such powerful light magic, think of how well off our people will be! The crops would grow again, and fish populations would grow, and think of how the mines and the living beings would prosper!"

"If we could get our hands on the power in that world," Vaati started, "I cannot even begin to imagine the boundless amounts of power I could hold and learn!"

"How do we know this isn't a hoax?" Zabt said suddenly. "If a way to the world of light has truly opened, then how come the Twili haven't become ill or empowered by the influence of power?"

"Then it is most likely a door." Cole said "portals are harder to keep contained, but the doors can lock themselves close. That means we can invade that Light world and take what ever we can!"

Chatter rose up in volume, but Reader tryed to speak up. "But what of our people?! They are not ready to fight a war!"

Their voice was drowned out, until Vaati's wind spiked, whipping around the room, silencing all. Vaati looked at Reader, and their face turned a bit red. "What were you saying?"

"u-um." the started "Thank you, Lord Vaati. If we go to war, with our people nearly on the brick of starvation and so unhappy, wouldn't taht hurt the people and us more?"

Zant spoke "We shall make do. In the end, the power we shall have will be much worth it."

The meeting dragged on, the overlord creating a plan to scout the land for the enter center to the light world, ans lasted until the moon was almost pitch black.

The overlords were departing, Vaati santering to a window when Reader's voice spoke to him. "Lord Vaati." Theysaid, he turned, glaring. "May I speak to you?"

He thought for a moment but agreed, following them to an empty room. Vaati stood near the window, tapping his foot. "Well? What is it? I am a busy king."

Reader lit up brighter than the moon, flowers blooming on their flower crown as Reader told him what they had been dying to tell him all meeting.

"I opened the door to the light world. I know where it is."

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Uh oh! A door to the world of light has been found and opened?! This isn't good!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, have a good day/ night!

The idea of Overlords came from Hazbin Hotel.

#legends of zelda #gender neutral reader #reader insert #Legend of zelda villains #Morally grey reader #how do i tag this

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