#What is a man to an undying monster
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There is something to say about god, and Dracula. It's real, and it's watching, it's real but doesn't speak to you. It's real, and it leaves a unholy creature like Dracula run free in a land filled with religious will. It's real, and it punishes you for sinning even when those sins were not yours, because suffering is the way to win it's forgiveness.
Mina rempents, she rempents and suffers. She offers her suffering to god, and pleads for forgiveness to it. She weeps as she asks what she did wrong because the proof of suffering is rewarded with forgiveness. Jonathan denounced it for not fulliling it's holy promise of protection.
"They are racing for the sunset. We may be too late. God's will be done!"
Van Helsing calls this hunt God's will because he is a man of faith... Maybe this is why he wanted to go with Mina. A catholic dutch man who makes putty with the Holy eucharist host, but not once has doubted in the will of the holy light guiding him.
God's will may guide them, but it seems that the novel tells us that only thrusting god's will, and to only offer our bleeding heart is leading a lamb to the slaughter. God's will is suffering, and suffering Mina did, god deemed that his son would die to forgive our sins, and died he did. However... Mina is not a saint, Mina is human, completely human.
If Mina had accepted god's will she would have died, if Mina had been alone she would have collapsed on her own grief. If it wasn't for Jonathan, and everyone else she would have commited suicide as she asked god to forgive her sinning hand.
It was god's will that Mina was unjustly marked for the sin of being attacked, it was god's will to Let Jonathan wander the halls of castle Dracula while wondering what was real. God did not interfere with the deaths of Lucy, and Renfield. In Dracula, god exist and it acknowledges you, but it doesn't save you.
God may be the one to have the final word over Mina's fate, but Mina herself, and Jonathan, Van Helsing, Quincey, Arthur and Jack turned that fate around. They turned around the indifference, and fought until Mina was free again.
"Now God be thanked that all has not been in vain! See! the snow is not more stainless than her forehead! The curse has passed away"
The only being with the absolute power to override Dracula's poison dooming Mina to an immortal life of suffering. However, make no mistake, she and all of the others fought for the miracle of today.
It was not the will of god that saved Mina from a horrible end, or a confused unliving, it was pure human resilience. Quincey thanks god for letting Mina's mark dissapear when he was the one who plunged the knife to free her. Jonathan rests Quincey's head on his shoulder, and Mina holds his hand as he walks towards the sun to meet someone on the other side with dark golden ripples on her hair.
Guided by god to do what is right, but never helped by it.
Mina; all god fearing woman, walks now alive, human, and free because of her intellect, and the unshakable faith of the crew towards her salvation.
God may have condemned Mina to have a taste of hell, but now Mina knows that she doesn't need to imagine heaven because she can hold it, and touch him with her hands.
#What is a man to an undying monster#What is a monster to a god#What is a god to a woman who calls for forgiveness and a man who denounces it with fervor#What is god in Dracula? An omnipotent being that punishes and clears with judgement#What is a sacrifice in Dracula? A gentleman dying without regrets because he helped save a young lady when he couldn't save his love#What is Mina to this novel? Something holier than god#dracula daily#dracula#mina harker#mina murray#All of this is coming from someone who was raised in latinoamerican catholicism btw#cw catholicism#cw suicide mention
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Little Babies
It was just like any other day, how could it get so wrong and now your boyfriend is an itty bitty little kid. You still love him of course, how could you not when he looks so cute and tiny!?
I read @trafalgarvivi story and I couldn't help but love it and want to add to it. Hope you don't mind babes, if you want me to take this down I will just ask <3
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Luffy
Luffy as a child wasn't any different from how he is as an adult. Still fun, cute and hyperactive as always. He'll probably be bouncing off the walls when he's in a nursing home.
You can't help but giggle and squeal at the sight of your tiny captain, who's just looking back up at you with big eyes. "What?". He asks. You squeal again as you drop down to his height, still being taller than him. "Awhahaaawww you're so adorable! Do you want anything to eat?". You ask the tiny boy. "YEAH!". He cheers, throwing his arms up in the air excitedly. You giggle as his energy and pick him up into your arms, taking him to the kitchen.
Sanji was already annoyed that you where feeding into his terrible eating habits and babying him so much. But he's just so cute! And Sanji couldn't not listen to you, even if you are taken he's still attracted to you.
You'd spend the whole day playing with him, doing what ever he wanted whenever he wanted. Luffy much preferred this side of you, you where less bossy and so much cooler like this.
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Sanji
When I tell you you cried when you saw your sweet handsome as a kid, you where balling your eyes out. Not because he wasn't his tall fine ass self, but because he's just so God darn adorable in your eyes. Cuddling him close to your chest, cooing and giggling while calling him the most cutest and most beautiful boy in the world. Not like he minded it, he loved your undying attention.
He spent his time as a kid clinging to your side, resting on either your chest or lap while getting absolutely babied by you. He never realizes how much power he had until you saw his cute little self.
And oh the power he had over that Swordsman, Sanji could practically get away with murder and you'd back him up. He'd purposely piss Zoro off just to have him pick him up and yell at him, only for you to come to his rescue. "HOW DARE YOU YELL AT HIM! HE'S JUST A BOY! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU YOU AWFUL MONSTER!". And Zoro would be left speechless, only eyeing the disgusting smirk across Sanjis face.
Him still being Sanji it didn't stop him from being a little pervert, only getting stopped when you'd have to push him away and remind him "You're still a baby, baby. If you want anything like that you'll have to wait till you're an adult again". Even if he did cry, that doesn't change the fact of hey you're still an adult and he's a little baby. But he waited, just so he can still enjoy the baby treatment.
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Zoro
Zoro had always been a cheeky little fucker, easily getting into fights or starting some sort of commotion. You had to pick him up by the collar of his shirt and carry him away like a mother cat when Sanji picked a fight with him. He really didn't want to deal with being small and weak, so he just tried to sleep it off while he waited to get back to his tall strong self. He much preferred his older body anyway, he was strong and could protect you after all. He also knew that you really liked his muscles.
And he did try to just sleep it off, finding a little spot in the sun to sleep, eventually you coming over and using your lap as a pillow. He may be a tiny little mans, but he's still your boyfriend that you love to take care of.
Later that evening he'd awoken to his head on your lap, you sleeping while sitting upright. "Stupid woman". He mutter, getting off and walking to your shared bedroom. He'd grabbed your pillow and a blanket, dragging them out. He'd slowly pushed you to lay your head on the pillow and threw the blanket over you, crawling under next to you to get spooned by you.
The crew found this little soft side of Zoro cute, although he kinda always had a soft spot for you. I mean you two are dating after all, he wouldn't be dating you of he didn't have that soft spot.
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Ace
He'd always been sorta glad that he grew out of his stinky attitude he had as a child, what his didn't know was that if he got turned back into a child his little goblin mode was activated. You'd be running all over the ship, picking him up and hugging him while he flailed around. Not only is he now kid Ace, but he's kid Ace with devil fruit powers.
You'd have to pinch him by the cheek, getting an annoyed look from your little boyfriend. "I know you're having fun, but please baby don't burn down the ship". You'd requested him. He'd just blush and nod. "Fine". He puffed out. "Thank you, darling! I promise that you'll be a good boy". You giggled. His face went more red. He was 50/50 about how you treated him. 1. He was being babied by you. 2. He was being babied by you.
He's a strong brave buff mans! He doesn't need to be babied by his girlfriend. But he did like you just taking care of him, also being a little fuckass. He was aware of the jealous on board, a few of the other pirates being jealous that he was dating you. He used this knowledge, cuddling comfortably into your chest.
When lunch time rolled around, he was sitting on your lap with his head against you chest, getting spoon fed by you. The other men looked at the now young Ace when angry glares. When you're not looking he'd flip them off and poke his tongue out.
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Sabo
You'd be lying to yourself if you didn't think that Sabo is a very pretty man. You find him beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, you'd literally preach to the world about how your boyfriend was hand crafted and sculpted by Gods!...But...we hasn't exactly the most...cute...child.
He looks up at you compleatly lost as you're covering your mouth, loosing your shit laughing and crying. "What? What's wrong?". He asked, worried for your health. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry but..." You looked at him with tears in your eyes. "You glowed up so much". You whimpered out, now back on the floor and rolling away. "ARE YOU CALLING ME UGLY?!". He yelps, you roll away faster. Then he started to cry, thinking that you didn't find him attractive anymore. Yes, you made your poor boyfriend cry.
You spent the rest of the day babying him and making it up to him, reassuring him that you find him so handsome as an adult. He tried to go to Koala for back up, but she ended up joining you in the crying and laughing. He's definity going to give you the silent treatment when he gets his old body back.
You just held him and hugged him for the rest of the day, him still being angry and grumpy at the fact you insulted him. "Don't worry Sabo, you're not ugly ugly, more like ugly cute! Like a kitten with the big sad depression eyes!". You tell him, but he pouts and turns away, crossing his arms. "Oh come on! You grew out of it! You're literally the pretties man I know". He looks up at you with tears in his eyes. "I am?". "Of course!".
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Law
You just looked down at him with utter confusion. "Are you suuuur-". "THIS IS THE 7TH TIME YOU ASKED! YES IT'S ME LAW! TRAFALGAR D. WATER LAW!". "...But are you sure?". Little Law looks NOTHING like how he does as an adult, like who in the hell is this kid. Not only did Law have to deal with your stupid ass doubting that he was actually you're boyfriend, but also dealing with his crew laughing and cracking jokes.
He eventually convinced you that it was him by him telling you your birthday, your favourite snack, drink, crewmate that wasn't him (Bepo), book, the names and birthdays and zodiac signs of everyone in your family. The FINALLY did you back him up, yelling at his crewmates who where making fun of him for being young. "HOW DARE YOU MAKE JOKES AT HIM! HE'S A LITTLE SWEET BABY!". Meanwhile he's looking at his crew with empty dark eyes. Yeah...sweet.
It felt weird for him to ask you for help, especially when it comes to reaching for stuff. "(Y/n)". He yanked on your clothes. "Yes darling?". "Can you grab me a rice ball? I'm hungry and can't reach". You squealed and happily held the rice ball down to him. "Of course!".
He's the one who's supposed to help you, standing behind you and reaching for something on a high shelf, giving you a cheeky smirk as you'd puff out your cheeks and take it from him. But now you're giggling with stars in your eyes as you reach and hold things down for him. After lunch he's fixing this issue.
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POV: You Are Actually MUCH More Powerful Than Alastor (1/2)
(Alastor x Reader, g/n, queerplatonic/sex and romance favorable, fan theories, God!Reader)
Overlords are common sinners that boast many indentured servants to their name. Some also focus on physical territory. Some, like Alastor, don't bother. After all, radio knows little physical limitations.
Every Overlord had their own method of gaining prowess. Know one knows how Alastor became so dangerous. The strongest of the lords. Possibly stronger than some goetia royalty.
You weren't sure, either, but you had an inkling.
Because unbeknownst to anyone, you weren't some common sinner soul.
You were unique. A being originating far from this Christian realm of Heaven and Hell. You were undying, or a reincarnation, or a demigod. But you kept on the down low, 'cause attention would have meant trouble.
You could feel that Alastor's magic was a dark, bloody thing, nestled deep in his chest and hooked tightly like barbed wire. It tasted like sacrifices. It smelled like ultraviolet. And you knew it was borrowed, almost seeing the leash around his neck out of the corner of your eye.
Through a shared interest in the Hazbin Hotel, you and Alastor became acquaintances. Months later, you were proper friends. You could tell that Alastor valued the kind and pure of heart, even if he also believed them pitiful. Because they reminded him of a pleasant, happier life. A hidden part of him wanted to believe in their hope and love.
He thought you were just another sinner soul, and you didn't give him a reason to know any better. You had a job as part of the hotel staff. Their accountant, or security, or maintenance. Or their head concierge, guest service agent, auditor, what have you. Something vital to the business, but nothing glamorous. Labor has always been your most successful mask.
He was growing to love again. His mortal self might have been more recipient of affections and bonds, but decades living in hell has twisted him, and you could see him despair over the lump in his throat. His defeat at the hands of Adam proved his limits. You felt him writhe for weeks afterwards, and you let him reap what he sowed.
Curious, you sneaked away one evening and drew from your well of power to step through the fabric of time, finding yourself on the shores of Lake Pontchartrain to watch a young Alastor drink the blood from a bloody corpse, and spitting it over his shoulder. Some loa watched this bastardized libation from across the crossroads, but what answered was far more malevolent.
Alastor agreed to a very dangerous exchange. He now had hold over magic impressive enough for a mortal, but you knew it to be a relatively bum deal compared to true power. He would hunger constantly for flesh just to feed its energy, which was a cleverly hidden clause to curse him further through devilish consumption. His shadow sprouted antlers and a maw of sharp teeth.
For two decades, Alastor hunted and ate. Always male victims, usually white men, individuals some might damn as monsters themselves - the abusers, the genociders, the murderously entitled. What was once a scared young man grew hollow and fat on the power.
You've seen enough. Stepping through once more, you joined Alastor in cooking an orzo for shrove Tuesday. Sharpening your gaze, you watched his reflection on the shiny metal surface of a pot, and saw the stitches embedded in his face, pulling tight and vicious.
You nonchalantly asked, "How did you become so proficient at the kitchen knife?"
"Well, I was taught that one could eat, or they could eat well," he replied in a sing-song voice. "And practice makes perfect! Hunger is truly the best teacher."
The meat he was pairing was pork, but you knew he's served human flesh for dinner at least once before. You didn't say anything, because they'd grow suspicious at how you could possibly know from just the smell.
Alastor allowed only you to join him in cooking, partly because he favored you so much more, also because you were a right hand at making a meal. You didn't mention that millennia of existence made one a right hand at any skill.
And tonight, he would begin to see it.
Leaving the broth to simmer, you grabbed a small pairing knife and one of the tomatoes. Instead of simply coring and slicing, you inserted 0.013'' of carbon, chromium, and manganese right between where the molecular cells of epidermis ended at the pericarp. In a single momentum of both your knife and the tomato, the skin was perfectly peeled within two rotations.
Alastor wasn't even looking at you. But he froze over the cutting board, rictus smile sharp.
You haven't even used magic yet.
Both the tomato epidermis and its flayed flesh were completely free of any trace of the other, so in one hand, you ignited the skin to transmogrify into a tiny figurine made out of its glycerin wax. In the other, the tomato was sacrificed in a hole of light-bending void for its animal equivalent - the tiny heart of some small animal, possibly a bird or an amphibian, beating calmly as if alive.
Alastor slowly turned his head to watch as a miniature wax replica of himself held the heart in both shaking hands, before doubling over to devour it whole, its relative size and gore very reminiscent of a large, juicy tomato.
A picture perfect snapshot of his fifth or sixth murder while alive. Some world war veteran that still longed for the battlefield and had exercised his frustration upon his mother and younger siblings. The man might have been rotten, but his warrior's blood had burned hot and nourished Alastor's gaping void particularly well.
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i want you in my mouth :( … | (rated.E)
taboos w my fav anime men ! toji , iwai, , eren , armin , reiner osamu.
there are tw right next to each person so pls do look at those b4 you read a section bc there are really triggering kinks ex cnc for reiner oki ily !!! (this is not proof read sorry!)
osamu: boss x employee , power imbalance
• osamu was a prev and he knew it and you should knew too
• so ofc when you walk yo happy ass up in his office asking if he could get a rise or extra hours he knew this was his opportunity
“there you go pretty girl , go head take it deeper for me ma” samu groans out your lips wrapped around his tip trying to take more but he’s so thick must be so hard for a princess like you :(
all types of “ fuckk” and “ shit, right there sweetheart” spill out his mouth as he has the back of your head bobbing you up n down pushing you all the way down to feel you gag around him before letting you go
but once you start going down to suck on his balls while jerking him off he can’t help it but to cum all over your pretty hands, a pathetic whimper falling from his lips, arching as he throbs in your hands .
“do that again, sweetheart you can get as much money you want outta me”
iwaizumi: consensual somno , control kink? , daddy kink, cubby reader!!
• zumi’s always told you how he has a really big thing for control
• he loves the feeling of being able to take you when ever he wanted how ever he want
• (with your consent ofc)
• so when you told him it was all go to do anything sexual to you in your sleep he was alll for it
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coming home from the gym to see you napping on the couch laying on your stomach your ass looking so fucking perfect i mean what else could he do but peal off your cute red undies and runt against your cubby cunt and my god the sleepie little “mhm daddy” gots his dick so hard you look so pretty like this , taking whatever he gives you
“yeah baby you like when daddy just uses your body like you’re his fuck toy , mm?”
eren: monster fuckin , painful sex , tummy bulge , cum overflow, oral (f! getting) , size kink
•erens been talking about this forever
•the second hange told him there’s a way for her to give titans genitalia but only for 30 minutes
•he’s been begggging for y’all to try it out
•and for his birthday you finally said yes
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so here you are in erens hand cunt leaking after he’s tongue fucked you till you had at least 4 orgasms even then you till don’t think your tiny count can take .. that
in titan form eren is 49’2 inches tall with a fat cock of 15 inches but ten doesn’t care you said you’d take it like a good girl so a good girl you’ll be
the hectic panting and broken moans that left your throat as the tip of its cock breached your sopping cunt the pain of the stretch bought all your focus, blocking out the strange noise from the titan in front of you.
"rennie, it hurts" Your whining made his cock twitch and only push in harder tears running down your face as the ‘man?’ bottoms out giving you the biggest bulge in your tummy you’ve ever seen “ren ‘m so full i can’t”
but some how the pain was balanced by a pleasure you had never experienced before. You felt so dizzy, so full it’s like you could feel your blood getting hot . The Titan was basically using you as a pocket pussy and you couldn't do anything but accept it. Each thrust felt like it flipped your insides, and one particularly strong thrust flipped a switch in your mind. Painful moans turned into pleasurable screams as the hard thick cock inside you pulled against the walls. The large arms around your waist tightened against you and your eyes rolled back into your head as you came with Eren.
so much cum running out of your pussy you feel like you can’t breathe with how packed you feel but with a quietest roar he could mutter you knew he was ready for round two
armin: identity porn/ dub con ( false consent) , daddy kink , pussy slapping, drunk reader , oral(f!getting)
•you’ve been armins best friend since you both were kids
•and he’s always had a crush on you but it’s like you never see him
•walking around dating all these guys knowing his the one for you
•but he can’t be to mad this time you decided to date a man with blonde hair and good things for him when your drunk you think everyone looks the same
armin walks into the room your laying in the fairest away from any other room at this house party “alex is that you?” you pop your head up from the bed you thought you were texting your boyfriend but you were texting him saying how much you missed and loved him, yeah armin knew this was wrong but it’s your fault you pressed the wrong a in your contacts.
“yeah baby it’s me” armin cooed leaning over your body kissing your neck “hey!” you giggle running your finger through his hair tugging it as he continues kissing down your body, past your tummy till he gets to the button of your shorts kissing your stomach one last time before slowing pulling them off
leaving no moment to waste he moves your panties to the side and instantly puts his mouth to your clit “fuck alex please i need your fingers” you babbled alex? armin thought , he can’t give you what ‘min can you’ve told him all about how your boyfriend can’t even find the clit let alone can make you cum
coming off you with a he rises his brows “no baby that’s not my name, what’s my name honey?
“noooo lex” bucking your hips up pouting from the lost of pleasure
“are you to much of a brain dead slut to comprehend i said that’s not my name” slapping your cunt till you scream out “daddy , daddy please i’m sorry”
likening the answer, buried nose-deep in your pussy, hands gripping your hips praying to god it leaves bruises ‘min didn’t stop until you release on his tongue. , the knot in your abdomen begins to coil , “Ah, daddy!” You sob as he watches you fall apart on his tongue. He is the only one who has ever made you feel this way- all for him. You feel your orgasm build and before long, gush all over his mouth. armin slides up your body and compliments you after pulling away from your pussy.
toji: barley legal / father’s friend , ngl predatory toji, daddy kink , choking, finger gagging
•tojis a odd man
•he knows it’s “against the law” to fine little ol’ 17 yr you attractive
•so that’s why he watched and waited
•till he favorite day of the year yet! your birthday
•toji knows for the fact you wanna fuck him and it’s ok cause he wants to do the exact same
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“how would your dad feel if he hears you calling me daddy, mhm?” he asks with three fingers gagging you while you bend over on all fours getting pounded into like tomorrow isn’t promised “ or how would megumi feel about this aww you know he’s had a crush on you for the longest” he fake pouts pulling out to flip you over so he can look you in the eye one thump on clit other hand gripping your neck “but here you are fucking his dad like dick drunk bitch you are”
reiner: cnc , roleplay, size kink , choking
•you and reiner have a very .. interesting sex life
•you both are into pretty extreme kinks bc of trauma in yalls past
•one the both of you particularly love is cnc
•you love the feeling of being helpless and losing all control to him
•you both have safe words you can say that anytime
•and after is almost instant after the scene
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hey, mister, i think you missed my turn , my house is the other way" the man driving the uber stares at you, “i’m sorry did you hear me we’re going the wrong way." the man shrugs. i know i quicker way
After a few, he takes a detour into an empty basically middle of nowhere soccer field parks the car and you both stare at each other till he breaks the silence
“aww you scared? dont be scared i know how to please whores like you!” he smiles climbing over the seat as you try to get out the car but oh no :(( he’s got child locks on
no one can even hear your screams begging him stop as he forces his cock in your tight little cunt
reiners so big n strong you feel like it hard to breathe the way he has his hands wrapped around your neck pounding into you oh so deeply you feel like your being ripped open
you can tell him “no stop!” or “you’re a monster!” but reiner can feel you the way you squeeze around him when he tells you this is your fault for being a slut but it’s ok! you’re just shy he think, as he rubs your clit and in no time you cream all over him.
ahhh , i hope y’all enjoyed! my first dark content post i wanna do a part 2 with more taboos so pls lmk if you want !!
#haikyuu smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#attack on titan smut#osamu smut#toji smut#eren yeager smut#eren smut#armin smut#reiner smut#iwaizumi smut#iwaizumi x reader#osamu x reader#toji x reader#eren x reader#armin x reader#reiner x reader
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Angel Of Small Death & The Codeine Scene
Pairing: Alucard x Reader
Summary: Deciding to leave behind your life as a human, you allow your vampire lover to turn you in the most exquisite way possible.
Disclaimer: Minors DNI
Warnings: biting, blood drinking, smut, unprotected sex, creampie
Word Count: 2k
Having lived through multiple centuries, Alucard had seen many changes in society. One of them being the shift in the way women and what they did with their bodies were perceived. Even after breaking free of the shackles men had on them, gaining their own rights, and moving up in the world, they were still burdened by impractical expectations. In this day and age, a woman was degraded for sleeping around but if they were a virgin they were considered a prude.
When he met you he tried to keep himself from getting too close. But there was something about you that he just couldn’t shake. You were kind-hearted and tender. You were always the first person at his side after he returned from a job. Looking after any wounds he might have with a feathery touch. Expression filled with worry, unafraid to show how much you cared for the vampire despite his quick regeneration.
At the same time, you were also calm and laid back. Giving him space when he needed it, and not taking offense to his crude sentences. Your presence wasn’t overwhelming but gave him a sense of security. To him, you were a breath of fresh air.
He felt an intense urge to protect you. Most women nowadays lost their virginities before they turned 20. He figured you were the same. He couldn’t bear the thought of a vampire getting their hands on you and turning you into a mindless ghoul. He’d discussed it with Integra once, disguising his concern for you as a strategy in Hellsing's favor. With your intelligence, you’d be better suited to help come up with battle plans than aid Seras and himself in wiping out monsters.
But, having known him since she was a child, she saw right through him. Waving off his words and explaining that her decision to put you in the field was utilizing you to the best of your abilities. Adding that if you had been attacked you wouldn’t become a ghoul.
He was pleasantly surprised by her subtle hint at your virginity. Ignoring the joy he felt deep within himself at the possibility of you one day becoming immortal and spending your undying life with him. With his newfound discovery, he allowed himself to fall out of his comfort zone and into love with you.
Throughout your relationship, he anxiously awaited the talk you’d have to have regarding your life. He chose not to read your mind, whether he was trying to respect you or prolong the conversation he didn’t know. Enthralled with the idea of you choosing him over your humanity, yet dreading the prospect of you not wanting to become a monster like him.
Even without reading your mind, he’d known your answer before you did. The day you confessed that you were a virgin, unaware that Integra already told him. Avoiding his piercing stare with pink cheeks, foolishly worried that it would change the way he viewed you. He’d grasp your chin with a softness that was foreign to him and bring your gaze to meet his. Reassuring you that your inexperience was far from an issue. In fact, it saved you both the pain of having to lose each other. Telling you that you were meant for him and everything that happened up until that point was to bring you two together. His precious human.
He practically felt the love radiating from you as you stared up at him, eyes filled with mirth. He knew your decision. You were gonna stay with him forever. Perhaps his words influenced you. Or maybe you had the idea in your pretty head all along. Either way, it didn’t matter, now all he had to do was give you time to prepare for your new life as a fledgling. A few months later you told him that you were ready. Ready to abandon this lifetime to spend many more with the man you loved.
Tucked away in his coffin, there was little to no space between the two of you. Bare bodies pressed against each other, his arms looped around you like a cage. Your hand tugged at his raven locks as his long tongue teased your own. Your plush breast cushioned his own chest as his tall frame towered over you. Leaving a trail of kisses across your cheek, making his way down to your neck. Your breath hitched at the feel of his teeth grazing your flesh. His deep raspy voice distracts you from the sound of your rapid heartbeat thumping in your ears, “Are you sure?”
Sucking in a few deep breaths, you gave yourself a moment to think about it. After all, if you really went through with this your whole life would be flipped upside down. You’d have to adjust to being a vampire, get used to drinking human blood, and most importantly you’d live forever. You wouldn’t be able to settle down with someone, have kids, and grow old with them.
But what was the point of having all that if you couldn’t have it with Alucard? You knew you’d never love anyone as much as you loved him. Even more so, now that you had experienced life with him, you couldn’t imagine living out the rest of your life without him. You nodded, choosing him above everything, “Yeah.”
With your confirmation, he sunk his teeth into you. “Ah.” Your face scrunched up in pain as his fangs pierced your jugular. He hummed in delight, cock throbbing at your taste. While he continued to drink up the blood gushing from your neck, your body tensed. A fire ignited within you, heat running through your veins. Your heart rate accelerated, mind becoming fuzzy. You wondered if this was the transformation starting to take over you or just your body reacting to the pain.
An ache growing in the pit of your stomach, you reached between your bodies to grasp his lengthy cock that was prodding your thigh. You coated his tip with your arousal before lining him up with your entrance. Truthfully, you weren’t sure how this worked or how long you had to wait for your transformation. For all you know, you could be moving far too fast, tiptoeing the line between vampire and ghoul. But that was the farthest thing from your mind. You craved for him to become one with you. Sensing your urgency, Alucard pulled back. Licking away the remaining blood. “Don’t be so hasty. Such things require delicacy.”
His low voice sent shivers down your spine. You wrapped your legs around his waist while he slowly pushed his girth inside you. Filling you up as he buried himself to the hilt. His intrusion left a gnawing pain in your lower half. Your muscles tightened around him causing pressure in your gut. You gripped his shoulder blades at the unfamiliar feeling. He stretched you open with shallow thrusts. Pain slowly melting into pleasure, you arched into him. “More.”
He followed your command to the best of his ability. Picking up the pace but barely using an ounce of his strength, careful not to hurt you. Though the exquisite, long-awaited, feel of your velvety walls around him enticed him to push the boundaries, just a little. Alas, he held himself back. He knew he had to be gentle. Not only were you a virgin but your body was beginning to change in ways you couldn’t quite describe. You felt so full yet so empty. Alive yet lifeless. You were overwhelmed with emotions but you felt so detached.
“Alu,” you moaned, knees banging on the sides of the coffin to the rhythm of Alucard’s hips. Digging your nails into him, you scratched down his back drawing a groan out of him. Gasping for breath as the inside of the coffin heated up from your rigorous movement. You rolled your head to the side to look at your lover whose face was nuzzled into your shoulder. His neck stretched, exposing a thick juicy looking vein. You focused in on the vessel, the world around you becoming still and quiet.
Unable to control yourself, you leaned in. Biting down as hard as you could, determined to break the barrier between you and what you craved. You felt his shoulders tense, hips stuttering, no doubt surprised by your sudden action. Finally breaking through his skin, his blood flooding into your mouth.
Initially, when deciding whether or not to become a vampire, you’d always worried about having to drink blood. Not sure if you would be able to stomach the metallic taste to live off of it forever. However, slurping down Alucard’s blood, the experience was far more pleasant than you had expected. He tasted like rich wine. A perfect balance between bitter and sweet.
You felt as though you’d been jump-started back to life. Your previous confusion to the new sensations flowing through you evaporated. Living in a cruel world where everyone seemed to get the opposite of what they deserved. Divided by constant change and indecision. Suddenly the only thing that made sense to you was Alucard and the way he was fucking you. You began to rock your hips against him. The basement filled with his husky laugh. “My, my. Taking what you want with no regard for anything else,” he teased, “Has my selfishness rubbed off on you, dear?”
“Maybe,” you pulled away from his neck to tease him back. Blood dripping from the corner of your mouth which he generously lapped up for you. His veins left tingling at the idea of his blood circulating through you. Reminding him what drew him to you in the first place. You were the only one who could make him feel like this. He bit into you once again, except this time it didn’t hurt. All you felt was pure bliss. The corners of your mouth stretched into a wide smile, suffocating in the scent of sex.
A mix of moans and whimpers left your mouth. Squirming in Alucard’s arms as his cock reached deep inside you, hitting all the right places. The lack of oxygen, loss of blood, and the sweet pleasure you were feeling, all of it caused stars to cloud your vision. Your hands cascaded through his hair, softly urging him off of you with the request, “Wanna kiss you.”
Lifting his head to look at you, you finally saw his face. Mouth covered in your blood, eyes filled with fondness. A gentle expression framed by his long jet-black hair. He nudged his nose against yours before connecting your lips. The kiss was bloody and raw. Tasting each other's fluids mixing in your mouths. Your faces were covered in blood and saliva.
You tightened your hold on him. Your sounds were drowned out by his lips as you felt yourself coming undone. Shuddering as you felt his warm seed spill inside you. He slowed his thrusts, letting you both ride out your highs before his body went limp on top of you.
You softly massaged his scalp as he rested his head on your chest. As your hazy mind was starting to clear, you felt a laugh bubbling up in your chest. Suddenly overcome with joy, your efforts to bite it back were futile. The bursts of laughter erupting from your throat caught your love's attention. He looked up at you and tilted his head, clearly amused by your actions. “What’s so funny, my darling?”
You shrugged, trying to calm yourself down as you answered, “I’m just happy.”
Though he found your words to be heartwarming, he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d come to regret your decision. “You realize that this isn’t something you can take back, right?”
“Shouldn’t you have said that before you bit me?” You were only joking. As he turned his head to avoid your gaze, you knew the reason. For your envious, caring, lover hidden under the disguise of a cruel and selfish beast, it was easier to comfort you after the fact than to live out the rest of his life in grief after you would’ve inevitably passed on. You gently trailed your fingertips up and down his back, lulling the both of you to sleep while you reassured him, “Don’t worry. I’m more than content with my choice.”
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In This Lifetime
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Vecna's dead and the gates are closed and life is finally back to normal.
Well except for one thing.
Eddie's entire view of Steve Harrington has been tipped on its axis, shattered, booted off a fucking cliff. Whatever you want to call it. Because, well, the guy's not an asshole. He's strong and passionate and so goddamn caring. He's probably the kindest, most giving person Eddie's ever met and although he'd like to say he doesn't know what to think of it, we'll he does. And he thinks he's in love.
Steve Harrington is like fucking sunshine and unfortunately for Eddie's fragile heart, that glow of light doesn't fade.
They become friends. Best Friends. Nearly inseparable. Attached at the hip throughout the years.
They move to Chicago together, rent a shitty two bedroom apartment that maybe as well be one because they still have nightmares and being plastered next to one another seems to calm those terrors.
They laugh and they sing and they dance around the kitchen while they smile and cook and inevitably burn whatever meal they had planned, opting to order pizza instead.
Eddie's in a band and Steve never misses a show.
Steve's in school, planning to become a Guidance Counselor and Eddie's by his side quizzing him with the reward of candy in hand.
It's perfect, living life together in domestic bliss. Even if all they are is only just friends.
But it's still perfect all the same and if it was up to Eddie, he'd spend the rest of his life in these years. Repeat them again and again, if only to fall asleep at Steve's side and wake up to honey-brown eyes every morning.
But he knows it can't always be like this and that's why this is the hardest thing he's ever done.
This is the hardest thing he's ever done, and he's done some difficult shit. Like surviving a near death experience in literal hell being the main contender. But sitting across from Steve Harrington as he turns a little golden ring between his fingers and goes over his proposal plan, yeah that's pretty fucking difficult.
And it shouldn't be, he should be excited, he should be cheering for his friend but there's a gnawing feeling in his gut that's telling him it should be him. It should be him that Steve drops to a knee for, it should be him that Steve professes his undying love to, it should be him that'll one day get to call this man his husband.
But it's not. It's not because even though he's known this ragtag group of monster hunters for years now he's never been able to come to terms with telling them that he's gay and he sure as shit hasn't come to terms with telling Steve Harrington that he loves him and loves him in a very much not 'just friends' kind of way.
So that's why when Steve asks him what he should say to this woman [Becky, who quite frankly could double as Eddie's twin] he spills the beans. In a very subtle way he supposes. He doesn't come out, doesn't outright tell Steve he loves him, but as he's telling Steve what to say to his future fiancé, he's letting his emotions come out like word vomit, only wishing Steve knew he was talking about him.
"I don't know man." Eddie huffs, shuffling uncomfortably in his chair, eyes avoiding Steve's as he contemplates his words.
But it's hardly more than a few seconds before they come tumbling out, Eddie sucking in shaky breath before he stares into the carpet and begins to speak, "Tell her she's like sunshine, beautiful and bold and the source of life. That she's like the blood in your veins, forever present in the most beautiful way and the only thing that keeps your heart beating. Tell her that even on the most difficult days that she's the one you want to see, the one you want to hold, the one that makes you take the breath you need and steady your heart when it's beating out of control."
It's a building thing, slowly growing out of control, he can feel his pulse thrumming in his veins and he's beginning to think he might just do something crazy. He pauses for a moment, gauging Steve's expression. He'd gone to get them beer and hasn't bothered to sit back down since Eddie began talking. There's an indecipherable expression on his face and he's stood still, in front of the couch, beers on the coffee table and he's silent, waiting for Eddie to continue.
And you know, if Eddie was a normal man he'd stay in his chair, talk to his friend from an acceptable distance away and not profess his love, but he's not. He's a showman and as his acting skills get the best of him, he's moving, shuffling across the carpet, taking Steve's hand in his own and kneeling before him. Because why not make this a harder interaction for himself. Christ, it nearly feels like the real thing as he looks into Steve's eyes and shuffles the littlest amount closer.
Eddie shudders a breath, taking a single second to appreciate this moment, even if it'll never truly be real and then he continues, "You get down on your goddamn knee Steve Harrington and you say, ' Sweetheart you're the only thing that keeps me alive in this crazy fucked up world. Having you in my arms and my heart keeps me steady and breathing. I've been through some shit, but I'd go through it all again to find you in the end. The blood, the sweat, the tears, nearly fucking dying to be by your side for the rest of my life. I want to grow old with you Darling, I want us to grey and weather together. To find ourselves fifty years from now watching our kids and our grandkids; all the life we've brought into this world. All the love our life together has brought into existence."
Eddie's crying now, because of course he is, he's confessing his love to someone he knows will never hold the same emotions for him, but through a watery laugh and a sniffle he carries on, tightening his grip on Steve's hands.
"I want you in this lifetime and the next, in any way that you'll have me. I can't bear the thought of a single day without you let alone an entire lifetime. I'll find you, I promise I will Sweetheart, but for this lifetime, I ask that you spend the remainder of it with me."
It's cheesy, he knows, but it seems to take effect because as he looks into the eyes of the man above him he sees the swell of tears gathering along thick dark lashes.
The room's suddenly silent, save for the pounding of Eddie's pulse in his ears and the hope that Steve didn't see through his actions or words. That all he saw was his rather expressive friend acting out as per usual.
But a tear finally escapes and rolls down Steve's tanned cheek and a rather aggressive sob breaks past his lips.
Eddie's to his feet in seconds pulling Steve to his chest, one arm firmly around his waist while another wraps around his shoulders and cradles a head of mousy hair as close as he can. Steve's sobbing, short shaky breaths and surely there's snot and tears staining Eddie's shirt, but it's not like he can say much, what with silent tears streaming down his own cheeks and dripping to Steve's hair.
Steve hiccups around a sob, voice shaky and muffled against Eddie's shoulder, "I can't do this."
God, that's not what Eddie wanted to do, he didn't mean to scare Steve away from his impending engagement. No matter how much he wished it was him. He loves Steve, but if he can't have him, he just wants him to be happy. He deserves happiness. He deserves love.
Even if it's not with him.
Eddie cards his fingers soothingly through Steve's hair as he speaks, "Yes you can. I know you can. Steve, you love her, you're just scared. You can do this."
Another sob heaves against Eddie's chest while Steve continues to shake in his arms, "I can't Eddie."
"Why not Sweetheart?"
Steve's knees give out as a pained nose escapes his throat, dropping to the floor, taking Eddie with him, he doesn't answer, only continues to cry and burrow into Eddie's chest upon settling into their new position on the ground.
He's verging on a panic attack, Eddie knows this, he's seen it many times before. The way Steve's fists clench in his shirt and his breaths are short and sudden, gasping for air that's not filling his lungs, he's flushed white and Eddie knows it's only a matter of time before he gets sick.
"Stevie, come on, you gotta settle down. I'm sorry if I said anything wrong, I didn't mean to if I did. We can talk about it later. But right now you just gotta breathe for me okay." Eddie grabs Steve's hand, tight fist and all and holds it against his chest, allowing Steve to feel his steady breaths, "Breathe in with me, come on Big Guy. Take a deep breath in." Eddie takes a large lungful and holds it for a second, waiting for Steve to do the same and even though it's shaky and raspy he manages.
They repeat this process ten times over, Steve's head and hand now resting against Eddie's chest, their backs to the couch, the rooms fallen silent enough that only muffled sniffles are audible aside from the hum of electricity and the joyous screams of children outside.
After a moment, Steve wiggles himself closer, if even possible and again states, "Eddie, I can't do this."
He's not quite sure how to answer, really. Should he push or should he allow Steve to call off the engagement before it even happens. Lord knows where his own wishes lie. "You wanna tell me why you think you can't do this?"
Steve's breathing picks up again, but before he can reach hysterics Eddie's fingers card through his hair and he soothes Steve back to baseline.
"You," Steve whispers after quite some time of Eddie waiting for a response. It's a quiet thing, Eddie wouldn't have even heard it if he wasn't intentionally listening for Steve to say something.
It's a pain in the chest to know he may be the reason for Steve not to propose, sure he wished it wouldn't happen, but not like this. For him to say something so stupid that makes Steve call the whole thing off, "I'm sorry if I-"
He doesn't have time to finish his sentence before Steve's speaking, "No, not like that, you have nothing to be sorry for Eds. Its just- fuck- I wish I could tell you."
Combing his fingers through Steve's hair, Eddie reassures, "Steve, you can tell me. Please. I want to help."
Steve shakes his head, wrapping an arm tight around Eddie's waist, tucking his head in close, "It's nothing you can help with Eddie."
Nosing against the side of Steve's head, hair tickling his nose, Eddie whispers, soft, gentle, scared to frighten Steve off, "Try me."
And then it's silent. Dead quiet and for quite a long while. He knows Steve will answer, he knows he's just gathering his words, sorting things out before he speaks. It's obviously something big, something important to have warranted such a reaction from such a strong man.
It's with a sudden movement that Steve's sitting upright, turning to face Eddie with the appearance of confidence and sheer fear on his face. He looks fucking terrified. Working his jaw, eyes darting all over Eddie's face before he finally settles on his eyes and speaks, "I love you, okay." The words are far from gentle, they're sharp, rushed, sudden, like if he didn't get them out they'd burn a hole in his throat, but before Eddie has a second to even process those few words, Steve's barreling on.
"And when you were down on your knee infront of me, I wanted nothing more than for that to be the real thing, for those words to actually be directed towards me because I love you so fucking much it hurts. And I get it, I do. I know you're straight and we can never be a thing or really even get married but Eds, fuck, I love you so much and I can't marry Becky knowing I feel that way about you. I was going to try because I knew this could ne-"
He knows what Steve was meaning to say, but Eddie had to cut him off before those words could be spoken into existence because they're wrong. It can happen. Holy fucking Christ, Steve's loves him. It can all happen.
"I love you too," he says with such haste, taking Steve's face into his hands as he speaks with so much passion it nearly hurts, "-so much."
Cheeks squished in Eddie's grasp, Steve's eyes begin to well with tears once again, but now, now a smile is fighting its way to his lips, only growing with utter disbelief as Eddie quietly says, "and I meant every word of it. Every fucking word Sweetheart."
Steve's eyes search Eddie's own for only half a second before their lips crash together. It's a feverish thing, years of pent up love and need crammed into a single embrace, but their lips move as if they've met a million times before. And maybe they have. Maybe through the thousands of years this little rock in space has been turning, they've never left one another's side. Maybe they do find each other in every lifetime. Maybe they fall in love against all odds. Maybe this lifetime is no different.
Many Years Later
Turns out, it's not different at all.
When the time comes, so does the real proposal. It's been planned for years and when word of legalisation reaches Eddie's ears he's running to Steve. Dashing through streets, shouldering past strangers and dropping with a painful thud to the hardwood of Steve's office floor. In those few short moments to follow, the life he wished to have so many years ago becomes a reality.
Steve's his fiancé.
Soon to be his husband.
In this lifetime and the next.
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#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie#steddie fic rec#steddie fanfiction#steddie headcanon#steddie fic#steddie fandom#steddie ficlet#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#steve x eddie#eddie x steve
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Heyy can you please please please
Do a ,, Ideal types of Wolffe, Rex, Jesse etc…“
Someone already did a bad Batch version but no one did a version of our other husbands that would be so nice
Ideal Types
Pairings: Captain Rex x Reader, Commander Wolffe x Reader, ARC Trooper Jesse x Reader, Commander Fox x Reader
Warnings: Uh...this is actually pretty angsty. Sorry.
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly @stupendoussludgezinerebel-blog
A/N: I wasn't sure how many you wanted, so I went with four. I added Fox because I love him, lol. Also, this might not be, exactly, what you wanted. But I was feeling poetic this morning, and then angst monster smacked me with a baseball bat and yeah. I hope you like it!
Captain Rex x Reader - A pillar. Someone who supports him through everything.
You smile at Rex, soft and warm and gentle as he rests his head on your lap. He’s more asleep than awake at this point, and you lightly trail the pads of your fingers over his short hair, careful to not wake him.
He’s so tired, your perfect Rex. Your handsome Captain.
But here, in the safety of your apartment, enveloped in your soft arms and soft scent, the stress lines on his face ease away, making him look his physical age, rather than much older.
He turns in his slumber, his face pressing against your stomach and his arms slide securely around your waist, clinging to you like a child would cling to a treasured blanket, and your smile softens.
He works so hard, your Rex. Has so much stress and responsibility laid upon his broad and strong shoulders. As if he's stuck bearing the weight of the galaxy.
But, right here, right now, you can bear that weight for him.
"Rest, my love." You whisper, your voice soft enough that he doesn't stir, "I have the watch."
Commander Wolffe x Reader - A lighthouse, someone who is able to light his way home, even in the darkest of times.
"You're tense, Wolffe." Your voice is soft as you slide your hands over his shoulders to wrap him in a hug from behind. "Is everything alright?"
His smile is wry and slightly bitter, and you have your answer.
No. He's not alright. He's not been alright since the day he lost most of his battalion. Since the day his beautiful red armor bled all the color out and turned into the solemn grey of mourning.
It's a wound that still bleeds, you know.
You press a feather light kiss against the back of his neck and tighten your arms around him. You won't pressure him, you won't ask him questions.
For all that the curiosity burns, your love for him burns brighter. And so you hold him, and offer him your unyielding support.
He's lost in a maelstrom of grief and pain. A storm of sorrow buffets him from every angle. And there are no words that can ease his suffering.
And so you offer the only thing you can. Your silent support and your undying love. You'll be here to light his way back to shore, always. Forever.
ARC Trooper Jesse x Reader - A sanctuary, someone where he's allowed to break and shatter, without fear of any consequences.
He's shaking.
Jesse's arms are firm around your, his face pressed against your neck as he lays on top of you...and he's shaking.
Trembling, really. Like a tooka kitten.
Your arms wrap around his broad shoulders and you turn your head to kiss the side of his head. You knew, of course, that this deployment was...bad.
But until this very moment, you had no idea how bad.
You won't ask, though you know he'll tell you if you did.
Even though your heart breaks when you feel his tears against your bare shoulder. And then it shatters when a sob rips from your Jesse's throat.
Even then, you still won't ask. You are his sanctuary, his safe place where he can be just a man, and not the strong soldier that he has to be every other day.
And when he, brokenly, whispers that he's applying for ARC, you just tighten your arms around him.
And you know, know, that this story ends in tragedy. But you'll continue being his safe place until it's not needed anymore.
Commander Fox x Reader - A bulwark, a barrier between him and the rest of the galaxy. Someplace where he can feel safe.
Fox sighs, low and quiet as he looks up at you. He has dark circles under his eyes, he hasn't been sleeping again. But that's nothing compared to the angry bruises that you're treating for him.
"I'm sorry," he breathes out, "For being such a burden."
You smile at him, warm and loving, "You could never."
Something like distress slides across his face, "Cyare, I-"
"Shh," You soothe him with a gentle touch of your hand against his cheek, "Whatever it is, darling, it will hold. At least for now."
The distress remains, though it fades as you lovingly apply bacta to another bruise.
He suffers, your Fox. You see it more and more clearly with every passing day. He's losing time, he has growing blank spots in his memory...and it terrifies him.
It terrifies you too.
How long before he's not him anymore? Until he no longer looks at you with love and adoration, but with blank disregard.
You shove the thought to the side firmly. Right here, right now you have your Fox. And you will shield him from the rest of the galaxy, for as long as you can.
That's all you can do for him.
#star wars#tcw#captain rex x reader#commander wolffe x reader#arc trooper jesse x reader#commander fox x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#gn!reader fic#answered asks
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Something I love about Star Wars is how Luke didn't fix Anakin, he gave him the courage to save himself.
Anakin Skywalker is both a villain (and an abuser. I mean he tortured his own daughter and cut off his son's hand, come on) and a victim, that much is obvious. He is, most importantly, a slave. There has never been a single moment of his life where he wasn't/hasn't felt like he was a slave to something. Watto, the Republic, Palpatine, maybe even himself — you name it. He has never been free.
When Luke goes to the second Death Star, he is going to his father, to the suffering Palpatine is putting Anakin through (he is the main victim of Sidious's abuse and torture, something many people tend to forget). To the suffering Anakin is making himself go through, because, while it was heavily influenced by Palpatine, Anakin's choice to never leave was his own.
He Fell, and that wasn't his fault, but he chose to stay there. Many people — namely Padmé — gave him second chances. Padmé gave Anakin the chance to leave and stay together, but he didn't take it. He did all of it to save her, and it the end, he ends up believing he was the one who killed her (he 'destroys' his goal, because that's what the Dark Side does. You may begin as a noble person looking to save someone, but the Dark Side isn't good, and you will lose track of yourself along the way.)
And now here he is, inside a prison that is seen as his own suit. A prison he was put in, a prison he chose to stay in. By the time of ROTJ, he truly believes that it's over for him. That nothing can save him. That there's no hope. Anakin, the lifelong slave, is resigned to his fate. “It is too late for me, son,” he tells Luke, who willingly came to him wearing shackles.
And Luke, still believing that there is some humanity in Darth Vader's armor, doesn't deter. He doesn't let his father's words stop him. He shows that he's willing to give himself away, to die, just to save him.
Luke Skywalker, son of Padmé and Anakin and the last Jedi Master left, shows a man turned monster that he loves him unconditionally. He shows him that no, it's not too late for him, not now and not ever. And this — his selflessness, his compassion — is what finally gets through Anakin. Someone loves him, and he loves them back. And he would do anything to keep them alive, including killing his own Master and breaking his chains.
It's Luke's own sacrifice that inspires Anakin to give up his life. It's Luke's undying hope that motivates Anakin to finally break his own chains. It's Luke's trust in him that gives Anakin the courage to save himself, and in that single act, he saves the entire galaxy.
The light comes to him in the form of one Luke Skywalker, extending his hand for the last time — the light comes to him when he takes it.
The Prophecy is fulfilled when Anakin kills Palpatine and leaves the dark. The galaxy is saved when a father dies for his son.
#star wars#original trilogy#sw ot#anakin skywalker#darth vader#luke skywalker#emperor palpatine#chancellor palpatine#darth sidious#sw meta#star wars meta#i think that's what it's called?? idk#tw slavery#just in case :)#avis' post#anakin is freed in death and i will forever be sad about it#luke deserved to grow up with his parents :(( anakin you took everything from us#w ur stupid ass choices and bad decisions
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Talk to the people that fight the monsters in the dark, skulking in the alleys no one remembers and hiding behind suits and smiling faces in the expensive buildings, they'll tell you stories. They say there's a city block that doesn't belong to the city anymore.
Don't make trouble for the people there. The unspoken statement is that the people there aren't... exactly human anymore. They used to be. But there's worse things in the dark then men with the hearts of wolves or undying monsters that drink the blood of the living; worse than patchwork men that spread disaster in their wake and don't understand why. Sometimes, a terrible mystery ensnares someone, trapping them in promises and story and lies, and drags them away.
What comes back isn't human anymore. It's still a person, though. They reason and understand things, same as the humans they were, once. You leave them alone, the local Union rep says. They're no harm to no one, as long as you don't bring trouble to them.
Don't rat to them, you get warned. If someone who looks too good to be true comes around sniffing for their addresses, you just smile and nod and say you never heard a damn thing. Don't rat them out. Because the people in that place will know, and they'll find you, and your family. You try to throw them back into hell, they'll return the favor three times over.
But it goes both ways; if you watch out for them, mind your business and keep their secrets, they'll help you out.
The Union rep tells you a short little story; he says that most of the time, the people in that city block look the same as you or me. There might be a few signs; a girl with teeth unnaturally sharp and pointy, or a man who knocks on wood and it makes a noise like HE'S made of wood. But if things are going normal, you won't see what they really look like, just a kind of magical mask that hides them. But they got their fancy tricks, and they know all about escaping bad situations.
So if you do your part in the deal, they'll help you out. Pretty much anything; a single mother went down to them after some bad business with her ex came up and her kids went missing. Well, she talked to Pop Hammerfist, the big ol' dude that looks like someone carved a tree into a man. Her ex was on the news in the hospital a few days after, yelling about the trees following him, and her kids were back home safe and sound, and with the ex having already signed a few agreements to pay his damn alimony already.
Or a little boy with a missing cat came up to them and asked for help. If any of the real hunters or Union folk had heard about it, they would have stopped him, but the people in the city block didn't turn him away. They nodded, and listened, a few hours later came back with the little boy's cat, safe and purring up a storm. You help them out, they help you out; I hear that kid tells 'em stuff he heard. 'Spose there's a lesson in that. We're all in this together, long as we don't tear the boat down with us in it.
Reminds me of a story about the lady who brought the cat in, in fact. A big lady; has to go to special shops to get clothes that fit. Weird shiny teeth, too, with the weirdest damn braces I ever saw, if those are braces. You hear some funny stories about her, that when she comes knocking the whole floor shakes, but she couldn't be a sweeter lady. Nice to kids, loves cats, always help out. If she's got the weird habit of speaking in rhyme before she says anything else, well, we all got our promises, I guess.
Well, a while back, we had a Slasher. Yeah; the thing that happens when a Hunter goes bad, or someone just gets too much of a taste for murder. Killing opens up a soul, and some part of us leaks out, or something else gets in. This particular fellow liked to call himself a real genius; a real nasty piece of work that liked making elaborate death traps and leaving people to die. Well, we worked out he was there when they started finding the bodies, and by that point he'd already gotten the Big Lady.
...Yeah, that's the name of that lady I mentioned. Long story.
Well, we found what was left of him, and his death traps. The whole place was smashed to pieces by something big. Big and helliciously strong, I'd say. It was like the set of those torture horror movies got hit by a storm. And they found the guy, or. What was left of him. Looked like a wild animal had bit him up, or a jaguar.
Well, from what we heard, he got her all right. But she might have been a bit more than he bargained for. I'm not sure exactly what she did to him, but they were cleaning his blood and bone off the wall for weeks. They said his skull looked like something real strong had just slugged him, so hard he sorta splashed. Don't make me draw you a picture, pal.
But, yeah. Funny thing is, they said the fist mark was so big you'd need a person the size of an elephant to throw that kind of punch. And we kept seeing cats around the area. Really, really big cats.
..You remember about promises. You keep 'em with the city block folk, because they got all kinds of things keeping promises to them.
What happened to the Big Lady, you ask? Oh, she's still around. Helps out the local Union cell now and then. Good hand if you need brute force.
She don't much like having to handle anything that's got too much iron in it; steel is fine, but not real iron. She saws its an allergy.
...Yeah, I know how it sounds. But we got our funny ways, and she keeps her promises, so keep your nose out of it, yeah?
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Twisted monster
Warnings- yandere behavior, blood, injuries, disease, curses, death
Note: I want to make it clear I did NOT say that he was a wendigo, I am aware that it is apart of many cultures. I said it was similar in its characteristics.
🌀- He is a natural hunter, his ram horns made it very easy to bash the skulls of any moving thing.
🌀- he resembles a wendigo but more humanoid, his skin is ashy and freckled, hair grown out very long. The horns growing out of his skull, the tips black.
🌀- [reader] often came into the forest, searching for berries or medicinal herbs. Often times, they would visit the ancient temple made to appease him. Every 20 years he would take someone from the village as a sacrifice. (Ik it’s overused but I’m still using it.)
🌀- offerings were left, and [reader] always left something as an offering to his temple. Flowers, letters, fruits..
🌀- he often would watch as they came and left…
🌀- It only took 6 months for him to finally gain the courage to reveal himself to them. His eyes were wide open, his feet thumping on the ground nervously as he waited for your arrival.
🌀- when they arrived, their face went pale, then red in the span of five seconds. His head lowered trying to make himself seem as docile as he could.
🌀- fortunately they could tell that he had no intention of harming them, so they approached him cautiously.
🌀- their eyebrows raise when he has a big smile, sharp white teeth shining at them as they get closer.
🌀- When they sit across him, he reaches out for their hand, playing with their fingers. It doesn’t take long for him to be all over them. [Readers] lap is preoccupied at the moment…
🌀- soon they had learned his name is Ciel…their visits become longer and longer until he gets way to impatient and greedy, he doesn’t want just 6 hours… he wants them all the time.
🌀- and so, his rampage begins..
🌀- it starts with little threats, crops being trampled and trees around the village burning down
🌀- this soon progresses into stealing livestock or killing anyone who talks to them, as well as writing [Reader’s] name with blood on walls, with big heats surrounding it.
🌀- The forest was the only place with yarrow near them, even if the village had warned them many times not to go in alone, they didn’t listen. The swirls around the trees should have been warning enough along with the curse of thorns.
Context- curse of thorns is when you enter the forest for a visit not welcomed by The Beast, thorns will start growing in your lungs, progressively spreading up to your eyes until your whole body is covered in thorns, not fully though.
🌀- usually when someone visited the temple, it would be during the yearly festival on October first.
🌀- the town had soon decided what was best for the village, giving them up. The lure was set, a feast in the middle of town square with [reader] as the main cook.
🌀- Once [Reader] arrived, the people held them down as they screamed.
“Get off of me!”
🌀- the summoning ritual had began, the slash across their chest was large, but not enough to lose to much blood.
🌀-shrill screams filled the air as the slash was being created, drawing in The Beast.
🌀- he was about to kill them all when suddenly the priest had spoken.
“O, great and marvelous Beast, allow this sacrifice quench your undying anger and serve as a peace offering!”
🌀- the absurdly annoying man yelled, causing Ceil to pause. Was this his moment? He rushed forwards to take them in his arms, his face filled with pure bliss when he realizes that they are all his… then to pure rage when he realizes the village had hurt them.
🌀- not to worry, he didn’t kill everyone, just the priest and the woman who had slashed you with a knife with a smile…
🌀- now you both can live in his nest forever….
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I have a idea that came to me in a dream. Yan! Sasuke and Naruto spanking reader after she tried to run away from them. Yeah so I sent this to your other account.
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Warnings: Yandere themes, SFW, implied kidnapping, spanking punishment, non consensual spanking, non sexual spanking, hair pulling (not sexual)
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Your eyes feel heavy as you come back to reality. Blinking away sleep from your eyes, you sit up and groan when you feel a dull throb in your leg and the back of your skull.
You panic, remembering what caused the throbbing to begin with. You had tried to run from this nightmare, run far from the two monsters who plucked you from your village and proclaimed their undying love for you only to be tackled and knocked out.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!
You don’t want to do this again. You can’t go through this again! The punishments, the conditioning, the brainwashing. You drop your head into your hands and unfurl your anger into your palms with an ear piercing scream. Rage pumps through your veins at the speed of light, coursing like rapid waters.
When you can no longer howl, you lean back against the headboard and stare at the ceiling.
I’m going to die here.
The door opens. You hear it along with footsteps. Two pairs of footsteps to be exact. The door closes behind them, the lock clicking.
You know Sasuke’s expression is one of anger without even looking at him. Naruto is probably somewhere between sad and disappointed.
“What were you even thinking? What you did was so stupid,” Sasuke begins the lecture.
That’s surprising. Usually, Naruto starts off with his Talk No Jutsu.
“I was thinking I could get away from your suffocating presence for a second. Guess I was wrong.”
Naruto places a hand on your foot. “Hey, you shouldn’t talk like that. You wouldn’t understand any of this. We’re doing this for your own good. Why can’t you appreciate how hard we’re trying to keep you safe?”
You kick his hand off of you. “I can’t…I can’t keep having the same conversation over and over again.”
“Then why do you keep pulling the same idiotic stunts, you moron?” Sasuke’s tone bites you like a feral dog.
However, you refuse to react to the pain.
“Who knows? Maybe, I just can’t seem to learn my lesson.”
It was meant to be sarcastic. It was supposed to be a retort.
“Alright,” Sasuke sits down on the edge of the bed, pulling you in by your ankle.
Your night dress rides up as he reels you towards him. You try to keep your dress down to preserve your modesty, you try to hit him square in the jaw with the heel of your free foot.
Keyword being “try”. You don’t get very far with any of your fast action plans.
Settling for full body thrashing, you use all of your limbs as a weapon. Sasuke knows your brawling tactics all too well by now. He knows that you throw unpredictable and careless hits when there’s no other option left, and he sees right through you.
Turning you on your stomach, he adjusts you over his lap, keeping his palm flat against your lower back.
“If you needed someone to help you learn, all you had to do was ask,” the Uchiha taunts, bringing his hand down sharply against your bare ass.
Hissing through clenched teeth, you can’t help but try to cling onto some semblance of pride, even if you do feel as though it’s been shredded to the bone. After all you’ve been through with them, you don’t have much dignity left, but you have to hold onto something.
Because if there’s nothing left…then you’d be broken, and you don’t want to be an empty shell moving when they pull the strings.
Naruto sits down right next to the raven haired man, and his voice fills the room, tone soft yet loud enough to be heard over the steady slaps of Sasuke’s hand.
“This wouldn’t be happening if you didn’t try to run. If you…why can’t you just behave? You were doing so good for a while there. We really thought you were making progress.”
He brushes your hair with his fingers, but you swat his hand away, baring your teeth at him with a vicious growl.
“Fuck you! Fuck both of you! Behave, behave, behave! It’s all I ever hear!”
You start wriggling around, trying to fling yourself away from Sasuke’s steady palm. Your butt is really starting to feel the heat, and your little outburst did nothing to stave off the sting. It only served to worsen your punishment.
The swell of your bottom receives the most attention from Sasuke. There’s nothing you can do to keep him away from your tender rear end. You can’t kick your way out of this one, not that you could any other time.
“I just want to go home!” You yelp as his fierce hand claps down on your thigh.
“You are home. This is your home. WE are your home. Forget about your old village with that run down dump you lived in. Forget about all of it.” His fingers twist in your locks, pulling your head up. “Do you hear me?”
Another smack, another yank on your tresses has you gripping Naruto’s pants and whimpering a wet “yes, sir”.
He lets go of your hair, and your head drops down against the blonde’s thigh, the fabric soaking up the pearlescent droplets from your glistening orbs.
You can’t take the spanking any longer. The prickling itch accompanied by a relentless burn has you bawling into Naruto as you clutch him tightly.
“Please, I can’t! I can’t! Please, stop!” You lift your head. “Sasuke, please?!”
He pays you no mind as he levels your flesh to a deep rose.
“Naruto?!” You manage to choke out.
“It’ll be okay. You’ll be okay. Sasuke is just teaching you a lesson.”
“You’re teaching her too after I’m done, dobe,” Sasuke forewarns his friend, never relenting once.
“I…I am?” Naruto is no longer patting your head. He looks at the Uchiha with hesitation.
“Yeah, I’m sick and tired of being the only one who’s firm with her. No wonder she can’t learn a lesson with you always being soft. You’re going to finish her punishment with either the hairbrush or the belt, and then we’ll call it.”
You think that’s the most you’ve ever heard him talk in your entire seven months of knowing Sasuke.
But then your brain processes what he said.
The hairbrush or the belt on top of this?
You begin to wail even harder, your feet beginning to kick again.
Sasuke knows you only start kicking after you’ve settled down for a while during a spanking when you feel like something isn’t fair.
“It doesn’t matter if you think you don’t deserve it. We’re done with you running away, and I’m done with being the only one who disciplines you. You’re going to learn to respect us both.”
“I’m sorry! I am, I’ll listen and respect you and Naruto. I promise!”
Sasuke laughs, actually laughs, at you as he bounces you on his knee, lifting your bare bottom a little higher so that he can target the sensitive under curve. Your sit spots take a real beating, and you can’t help but scream in agony.
You already broke their hearts when you tried to run away, but hearing you wail so loudly shatters their beating organs into little bits and pieces.
Finally, FINALLY, Sasuke gives you the reprieve you’ve been longing for since this whole thing started. It doesn’t last long though.
“Naruto, belt or hairbrush?”
Oh, yeah, it’s definitely not over yet…
You hang your head, crying for another reason entirely now.
Naruto mumbles something, but you can’t hear it over your crying. You’re shifted from one lap to another, and then Sasuke’s presence from the bed is gone.
You curl up against the jinchuriki, sniffling into his shoulder to try to seek comfort. It doesn’t last long as Sasuke hands Naruto the wooden hairbrush from your vanity.
Fuck no!
You look into Naruto’s eyes, fixing him with the saddest look you can muster. “Please, don’t, Naruto? Please? I’m sorry. I won’t run away again. I promise.”
“Yeah, you won’t. He’s still going to spank you though,” Sasuke reaffirms.
The Uchiha sits down on the bed again, eyeing Naruto until the blonde gives in and tugs you over his knee, pinning your kicking feet down with his free leg. Your face is only a few inches away from the floor, and you feel a rush of blood to your head, making you feel dizzy.
That feeling pales in comparison to the hefty blow Naruto lands on your sore backside.
“No! No, please! I’ve had enough!”
“I’m sorry, but you have to learn. You need this. Deep down, you know we’re doing what’s best for you.”
But you don’t know that. They tell you things like this all the time. They say that keeping you with them is for the best, they tell you that discipline is for your own good, they proclaim that what they’re doing is out of love. They lecture, they scold, and they beat these things into you.
You know deep down that this isn’t love, that this isn’t for the best. It’s only “for the best” because they think it is. It’s only “for your own good” because they’re fucking delusional.
The brush from hell never stops. You don’t even bother keeping count, you don’t bother pleading anymore either. Your body deflates over his thigh, hanging limply, simply breaking down as you’re overcome with tormented sobs.
It takes you a moment to realize that your blazing ass is no longer taking hits from your own hairbrush. Naruto pulls you up off of his lap to sit between him and Sasuke. They shower you with affection, Naruto apologizing for causing you pain, and Sasuke petting you while trying to calm you down.
“You’re alright. It’s over now,” the ravenette tells you.
The jinchuriki hugs you, both of their hands are on you, yet all you want to do is go back to sleep.
Sensing your eagerness to rest, they lay you down on the bed and take place on either side of you.
“It hurts…” you whimper, hoping for some sympathy.
Sasuke huffs a chuckle. “Good, maybe you’ll actually learn something this time.”
Naruto rubs your scortched bottom, trying to soothe the flames. “I don’t want to have to do that ever again. Please, don’t make me?”
You pout and bury your head in your folded arms. “Okay.”
The next time you try to escape, you’ll have to make sure you actually get farther than the front door.
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Love Underwater
Captain Hook/Killian (Once Upon A Time) × Black Reader.
Light smut and angst.
Killian wasn't always bad. He was kind and considerate.. gentle. He caressed your face with his only hand and spent unrushed hours smoothing your small coils around his fingers, staring into your eyes as you talked endlessly about life and the future. Despite his bloody and sadistic past, you were sure that he wasn't the same Killian that did all those unspeakable things under his pirate moniker Captain Hook.
Captain Hook was a detestible monster responsible for a slew of cold murders and crimes.. Killian felt shame, remorse, and most of all, love.
The two of you made plans. You were gonna settle down, get married, start a family. No more past, only a bright and beautiful future full of love and children's laughter.
Then he was shot by a vengeful bullet, fired before you could blink. It was hazy summer afternoon in your favorite forest clearing. You watched in horror as he tried to register what happened before he collapsed, bleeding out onto the grass.. in your arms.
While his dying words were of undying love and dashed hopes, your tears stained your face and wet his hand, which was pressed sweetly against your cheek. You felt his heart. He was at peace.
But you were not. Deserved or not, you couldn't accept it. You wanted the planned future with a warm home and children. You NEEDED him to live for you and stay with you to keep you from falling apart. He was your family.
On top of that, you wanted vengeance on the one who dared rip everything from your hands. Death to his killer. It was tearing you apart.
"I.. Killian, I know a way to bring you back if you trust me," you whispered, trying your best to keep him comfortable and convince him.
"You were never good at lying," he smiled, stroking your cheek. "It's okay, really. You'll live a good life, and I'll ALWAYS be with you. Death can't stop love."
"But, Killian, there is a way... It's not the best way, but-"
"NO," he said sternly, softening when your eyes got even sadder. "I know what you're thinking and no. Promise me you won't use it. I know myself, and I'd never resurface if I became a dark one. It's taken everything in me to kill off Captain Hook, and I only did it because I wanted to be with you. I'm still a selfish man. I'm begging you... Don't make me be a monster."
You looked deep into his eyes, feeling just as hopeless and selfish as his life spilled on the grass. He'd found it deep within his bones to change and become a good person once. He could change again with a little help from you. You wouldn't abandon him. You had faith in him to defeat the evil in his heart.
But even if he couldn't and was never your Killian again... you couldn't bare the pain of losing him forever, so you did what you felt you had to.. to bind him to life.
You used Merlin's sword to turn him into a creature of evil. A 'dark one'. Only then could he live on forever immortal. One deep stab through the gut was all it took just before he died. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks as you took in the look of betrayal in his eyes. His hook wrapped the sword. He was hurt.
You knew there was a chance that he would never, ever be yours again.
Once he passed out, the black liquid shadows of wickedness surrounded and overtook him like a bath of ink clinging to his form and possessing him. He was lifted high and enveloped until he was regenerated.
His face and body were the same, but his brow was set, and the look in his eye had turned wicked.
"Is there a reason you look so sad? What's happened?"
He still had concern. You stared in shock and uncertainty as he approached you as he always had, with gentleness and calm. His touch on your cheek was the same.
"What's wrong? Are you okay? Speak to me."
"I.. Let's.. Let's get out of here."
He seemed so confused. "Oh. Ok... Where would you like to go?"
"Anywhere. I'd go anywhere with you."
He didn't remember. He didn't understand that he was different. He didn't understand what you'd just done to him.
You took his arm like it was your lifeline, taking in his scent and his warm. It was hard to regret when you had him back like this and so close.
He could never know, you determined. For his own sake and for yours. You would be with him always and be his reasoning. Single-handedly (no pun included), you would protect him from himself and redeem him at any cost while hiding what you'd done.
"Sweetheart, you seem off lately. What's been on your mind and don't say 'nothing,'" Killian stalls, watching you from the door of the Captain's quarters... his and your quarters. You thought he'd gone.
It's been over a month at sea with him and his rancid crew since he's returned to piracy as Captain Hook, as though he's never left. You've seen evil in him that you've never known.
He's manipulated, murdered, lied, and pillaged. He's done it all indescriminately, with no mercy. He's overtaken the weak, the old, the young, and the feeble. He does not blink to murder nor does he care. He didn't even waste a second in hesitation when he got Merlin killed. Merlin. His mentor.
What's worse, you've failed horrendously in bringing him into the light. Every passing day comes with difficult decisions and results in deaths. You've done terrible things to stay by his side.
It's hard to see yourself this way, plunged so deep into villainy, but you won't look back if it means you'll be together with Killian.
He needs you. You need him.
"I'm fine. I was thinking about the seige on DunBroch. How will we destroy King Fergus and his army? His daughter, Merida. She's also a problem."
"Is that what you're worried about?"
He takes you carefully into his arms, squeezing you hard like he's afraid you'll disappear. You have been distant, despite your thoughts always being on him.
"You don't have to worry about me," you reassure, gripping the black leather sleeves of his jacket for grounding.
If you push the world from your mind, you can almost pretend for a moment that everything is perfect and he was never shot. The two of you never turned down a dark path. Everything is fine.
You pull him into your fervent kiss, your desperate tongue seeking his in an effort to escape with him into a miracle. Your hand tossles in his soft brown hair. His skin is flushed and warm.
You nudge him toward the table, where you splay yourself over the large tattered map, your bottom half on DunBroch, and your top on Fairy Tale Land.
You've been wearing black leather in solidarity with Killian as his right hand, but that leather comes off and forms a pile on the cabin floor.
"Ooh," you grip the table as the ship rocks on the ocean, nearly throwing you. Killian grips you for stability.
You briefly wonder if you should check outside, but Killian reads your mind and protectively pins you. Your silent plea to be ravished despite the turbulence takes precedent.
"If we die, we die," he whispers, taking you on the spot with no protection. Your bare heat envelopes him. He's entranced by your pull and drunk on your pheromones, falling into your neck, nibbling and grazing down your body with unending kisses that lay their claim with dark bruising on your brown skin.
His dick pulses inside of you, teasing your pleasure receptors with textured grinds and swelling pressure as you both fight gravity in the name of sex.
"Captain! Captain!" The mangy crewmates bellow and panic on the deck.
You tear away enough to reason that sex will always be there. The important thing now is to ensure the safety of this ship. Nudging him doesn't work. You have to push. Finally, he heads out with you quickly redressing, grabbing anything to stay upright.
"Well well well if it isn't Captain Hook and his one true love," a goose-like thin white woman grins. You look at Killian. It's clear by the sword raised to her narrow pale throat that he's never seen her as far as he remembers.
But you have.
"Ohhh," she pouts, flicking the tip of the sharp sword like it's wood. "You could use that if you'd like, but it wouldn't kill me. Go on... Try it."
Killian didn't hesitate. He ran her through, but she pulled it out with a roll of her eyes.
"Pathetic. I thought you were the mighty Hook. Guess I was wrong."
"Who are you," Killian squints as you look on, unsure of what to do. Her appearance is so sudden. If you charge, you look suspicious. If you don't, she may talk.
"My oh my has she kept a lot from you," she teases to Killian.
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't listen to her Killian," you finally speak up. It's your first mistake. Now he's suspicious of you.
"You know her?"
You can't lie. Not about this. "Yes... She's the Wicked Witch of the West."
"You killed my sister," she grins, seething with evil intent as she approaches Killian. It's clear she's caused the waters to rock upon boarding the ship, broom in hand.
Killian is shaken for the first time since he's come back to life, but he's never backed down from a fight. He's willing to die right now.
"STOP," you step forward quickly.
"I don't think I will," the wicked witch grins, releasing a howling cackle toward the sky as she summons a lightning bolt to strike Killian dead.
He shakes and sizzles like he's stuck as he's being fried before your eyes and the crew who watch idly in fear.
That lightening would've killed any one of them easily. It would've killed Killian... If he were mortal.
He looks at himself in awe, not a scar, not a scratch. He knows as well as you that survival was impossible, yet here he stands.
"And now you know the truth," says the witch. "That you have been betrayed by the only person you've ever loved more than yourself." She grins, watching it register in your eyes and Killian's. "How I love that broken look. Everything taken from you."
You can't deny that he's standing before you unharmed, but you can try your best to explain why you did what you did to him in that meadow.
"You lied to me?" He stares, waiting for you to tell him something. Anything. "You've been lying to me this whole time."
"I couldn't lose you," is your truth. You stood on it then, and even if he never forgives you, you still stand on it. "I need you in my life, Killian. And you didn't deserve to die."
"Yes. I did," he says with no hesitation. All warmth leaves his eyes, and his brow sets, ice cold. "I told you. I didn't want this. Now I'm stuck this way forever, and it's because of you."
The venom is palpable. There's despair, rage, and most of all, the pain of betrayal.
You try your best to appeal, telling the entire truth. Everything. You love him so violently and passionately that you will do anything.
"Anything?" His tone lifts, interested. It's not the same interest you're used to. It's sinister. The interest he shows to those who cross him. It's a vendetta. "If what you say is true... and you did curse me for eternity because you love me... step onto that plank."
He raises his sword to you and backs you up onto it when you stand in front. The point of the metal in your back, you hover over dark and deep water, cold and full of unknown danger. It's a sure death with no islands in proxemity to swim to.
"Ah ah," he tuts as you turn to look at him, your once charming love. "You said anything or did you lie about that too?"
"It wasn't a lie that I love you," you maintain. "That'll always remain."
"Oh yeah?" He smirks, nudging you further to the wavering and creaking edge.
You're seconds from a steep drop, but even so, your mind is on Killian. You did this to him. You took a man who, with hard work and discipline, had done a 180 with his life, and you put him back where he started. You knew if he ever knee the truth there was a strong chance you'd lose him forever and now forever had come.
"Any last words?"
"Death can't stop love."
You see the break in his expression. It's only a second, but it was there.
He quickly recovers, leaning in to grit his own finishing line.
In the end, it's his sword going directly through your gut that ends it. He looks directly into your brown eyes, content to rip the blade out of you causing pain both ways.
There's no more regret in his eyes.
You fall off the edge of the plank, content to disappear from his life forever as a body lost at the bottom of the sea.
The people who say drowning is painless... have never drowned before.
Once you dipped beneath the cold surface of the near-black waters, you lost all oxygen and gradually lost your body heat as well as blood.
The salt water burned your lungs on entry, and as you sunk deeper, your lungs filled. You didn't even struggle.
The light disappeared. You lost all sense of direction, floating blind and weightless in pitch black.
You didn't mean to hurt Killian. You never wanted any of this to happen, especially him finding out like this.
But there was something else he didn't know that both you and the witch had neglected to tell him.
Despite the burn in your eyes, you swim as long as it takes to see a glimpse of light. From there, you push to the surface and swim searching for land and fighting fatigue.
You didn't have the heart to tell him, lest he think he could never escape you. He wasn't your slave nor your toy. You weren't playing with his heart or trying to control him.
If he wants, you'll stay away. You won't see him. You won't be there no matter how much it hurts you because at the end of the day you will always love him.
Six Months Later
You're at a pub bar in Storybrooke, your home, when you look to your right and spot Killian, but return to your lemongrass drink.
He comes to sit beside you, but you're used to that. Wishful thinking.
"Beer," he requests from the bartender, taking a big sip and hesitating with his hook tapping the tall glass. "I might have... overreacted," he says.
It's off script from what you typically torture yourself with through memories. He touches your hand, and it's like you wake up.
It's him. He's actually there.
"How did you know I was alive," you ask, genuinely surprised that he'd seek you out.
"I knew as soon as that witch stabbed me. If I was a dark one, you were too. You were always that way. You wouldn't hurt me without hurting yourself." He sighs, wondering how to word what he wants to say. "I've been angry, but I'm realizing that part of that anger... is the curse, not you. I don't hate you, not anymore. I just don't think we can ever work out again."
You get a better look at him, seeing he still looks like himself. His eyes have softened, just a little.
"I've been working on my journey, trying bit by bit to change myself. I did it once when I was in love with you. Maybe I can do it again."
He looks hopeful. You smile at him.
"Maybe," you agree. "I believe in you."
He hesitates to speak and you use the opportunity to touch the warmth of his face, watching it slightly redden before he gently pulls away.
"What have you been up to?"
"Working... in Baker's Man Bakery, making cakes as quickly as possible. Those cakes are in high demand."
"You were always good at that," he nods. "You were good at a lot."
"Thank you..."
He takes a large gulp of his beer, and you sip your lemongrass, feeling awkward. There's a lot of dead air between you, but it's full of emotions. You remember moments like this with him before the bad things happened.
"What's funny," he asks.
"I was just thinking of the petty arguments we used to have then we'd sit there awkwardly just like this, trying to find some sort of mutual excuse to make up without admitting fault."
"It was a team effort," he smiles genuinely at you for the first time in a long time.
You'll take it. Quickly, you look away so as not to ruin it, deciding to change the subject.
"I hear the beer in New Wonderland is ins-"
The soothe of his lips on yours erases the thoughts you were thinking. His kiss is like a balm that calms the burn in your heart. He grips your head as he takes your tongue hostage. You taste his alcohol as well as the months of his frustration. Opposed to what you so deeply want, you pull away to keep things between you on a positive end.
"Maybe one day, when... If... I'm able to change like before... we could-"
"Sure," you nod, willing to take that deal. "Come find me."
"I won't be immortal anymore if that happens," he stares. "Neither will you."
You knew that a long time ago. Your lives are connected. You hug him once and watch him leave on his complicated journey to shed the evil once more.
The next time you see him, there's a strong possibility that both of you will be mortal once again. He'll be the Killian you fell for, and you'll be stronger.
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Okay, but can we talk about why there is so much "doom" around the idea of Elves/Men romantically linking together in Tolkien canon?
The fates of Elves and Men are separate in the afterlife. When Elves die, their spirit is sent to the Halls of Mandos in the Undying Lands known as Valinor, which rests on the continent of Aman in the far West, where they await judgment for penance or reincarnation into a new body in the Undying Lands. If Elves don't die in their physical body, they simply sail West and are granted passage to the Undying Lands.
Men are not allowed into the Undying Lands. Should Men attempt to sail West to the Undying Lands, they will be stopped by the perils put in place to stop their entrance—storms, drowning, leviathan sea monsters, you name it. The Valar will strike you down. When Men die, they go beyond the Spheres of the World to an afterlife the Elves know absolutely nothing about.
Should an Elf, who is not a direct descendant of the Half-elven line of Eärendil (whose line, due to Eärendil's sacrifice, was granted the choice from Ilúvatar to shed their immortality for a Mortal fate—Elrond's father was Eärendil, so his daughter Arwen is a perfect example of that) . . . should an Elf not of Eärendil's line fall in love with a Mortal, when they or their lover dies, they will never meet them again in the afterlife as their fates are permanently severed until the End of Time itself. They will never see each other again unless the World is broken and remade as Ilúvatar wills it.
That is why Elf/Men relationships are doomed. Not because, oh, racism. Because, when they die, they will see never see each other again until the World is broken and remade and Time itself ends. They will have no afterlife together. They will not spend eternity together. They will have love only for a brief glimpse of time that will be gone in an instant, and then they will be permanently severed from each other forever.
To fall in love with a Mortal . . . yeah, it's like that. Now, imagine, Elves having full knowledge of this, as they do, and they still find themselves falling in love with a mortal woman or man.
And, instead of backing away, they choose to stay with their lover.
If that isn't metal as fuck, I don't know what is.
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DRINK IT!
vampire au harbingers (signora, scaramouche, arlecchino, tartaglia, dottore)
gender neutral reader
content warning(s): blood, gore, pain stuff, death mention, some religious imagery
a/n: happy halloween 🎃 i dont actually genshin so dont expect this regularly -🍝
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LA SIGNORA!
—La Signora feeds from the heart. She demands nothing but pure devotion, nothing but your undying loyalty promised from her. Does the heart not represent love and passion? Where else would a vampire like her feed from you? Her cold fingers would trail against the fabric covering your torso so carefully, her nails pressing with just enough pressure to make you shiver. And when she sinks her fangs into the left side of chest, the chill of her breath that settles on you feels like the only reminder of the fact that she’s an undead monster of the night rather than a human lover whispering sweet nothings to you. The pain subsides to nothing as her fangs tear and sink into your soft flesh, and when your blood stains the crevices of her lips, you can’t help but think that she looks the most beautiful when she ravishes you.
Your vision spins, and you’re only vaguely aware of the pressure bubbling up inside your throat. You know you should be more wary of your surroundings, more wary of the fact that you teeter dangerously on the precipice of life and death, but you know your captor too well. She adores you, equally to the point of which you worship her, and she could never punish someone like you with something as permanent as death.
“Does it hurt, little love?” She cradles you in her lap. Her dress billows like flames around her, pooling in waves of velvet and ember by her legs. Her fingers play with the outline of your face, and despite the coldness that prickles your skin, you feel warm.
You shake your head, unable to answer. Your own clothes are in tatters, ripped into small pieces on the floor and abandoned. Blood stains your chest, and a fresh pair of bite marks decorate the older ones on the left side of your ribcage. Through your hazy vision, you see La Signora looking down at you with a smile that she reserves only for you.
“Good.” Her fangs, dyed crimson, glisten like rubies. “I would hate to hurt you. But you wouldn’t mind. I know you wouldn’t. You love me too much.”
She’s right. Any pain might remind you of who you were before you became enamored with her. But everything outside of her embrace is unfeeling and unwelcome, and you feel happy when she holds you like this. She makes you feel needed, and in turn, you give the part of your body that befits your other half. It’s the only part she’s missing, but you have more than enough to sustain the two of you.
She leans down and presses her mouth against the top of your forehead. Her lips, always perfect and poised, are sticky and warm with your blood. A shiver trickles down your spine, and her thumb strokes the apple of your shuddering cheeks. The red drops of your blood spread across her mouth and your skin in a hauntingly twisted kiss, an oath and a reminder that you could never belong to anyone else.
“I love you,” she whispers.
SCARAMOUCHE!
—Scaramouche feeds from the neck. He hungers. Too monstrous to be human and too empathetic to be human, the vampire desires nothing more than the warmth and comfort of having his cravings satiated for once. There’s nothing that makes him feel more powerful than to hold you down and to take a bite out of your neck, to feel the vulnerable thrashing of your body as you cling to life. Spurts of your blood fills his mouth, and he drinks like he’s gone mad, taking in mouthful and mouthful, swallowing and sucking as if he’s a starved man devouring honey rather than a beast feasting on his kill. It’s only afterwards, when he sees your glassy eyes clinging to whatever strains of your consciousness that you can, does he realize the horror of what he’s done. But he can’t deny his nature, and for every step his human heart takes forward to give you the dignity you deserve, his vampiric instincts drag one back.
“Stay still! Stay fucking still!” A shrill voice invades your ears. You writhe against the hard floor, your limbs splaying out and struggling against whoever is pinning you down. He sits on top of you, his hips pressing down against your navel and his hands digging down on your shoulders.
Your throat burns. He takes bites of your neck like an animal, flesh and blood staining your skin and the air, the noxious scent of iron filling your nose. You scratch and kick at whoever is holding you down, and the boy sneers at you in between desperate mouthfuls of your blood. In between the adrenaline and the pain, you don’t know what your panicked mind can make out: is it fear that keeps you fighting?
His fangs are attached onto your jugular, buried into your flesh. He drinks, and his lips are pursed around your skin, determined to drain you until you’re nothing but a shell. In his eyes, it’s clear that your humanity means nothing. After all, what is morality to a depraved monster like him? The only thing he can feel is the hunger that gnaws and claws at his stomach, demanding that he be fed before any sense of clarity can kick into his body.
Your defenses only still when your mind nearly goes blank. The loss of blood makes you go almost limp, strength escaping your body as the dark-haired vampire steals it out of you. He gasps and wipes at his mouth, the warmth of your blood spreading inside of him before he shoves himself off of you, practically collapsing next to you.
The boy cries. He scratches at his mouth, his voice almost like a scream as he buries his head in his hands. Gone is the bravado of the outcast vampire, journeying alone like a lone ship, and his decorated shell is peeled back to reveal the emptiness that remains underneath.
“I’m sorry-,” he sobs, cowering next to your barely conscious form. “I’m so, so sorry.”
ARLECCHINO!
—Arlecchino feeds from the thighs. She prides herself on her wisdom and her power. A true hunter stays a step ahead of its prey. An apex predator remains on the top of the food chain not purely because of its might or power but because of its wits, and like any vampire worth their reputation, she has cultivated her place in the world through careful planning and preparation. The thing to fear most from her isn’t her outstretched claws or the razor-sharp fangs waiting to dig into your veins; it’s the head atop her shoulders, always waiting and always thinking. What an honor it must be to see a woman like that on her knees, her lips hovering above the bare skin of your thighs and just waiting for the right moment to feed. It’s a faux show of intimacy as her mouth moves up higher and higher. Her tongue swirls around the puncture wounds left by her teeth, making sure she drinks up every last drop of blood that comes from you. Nothing escapes a vampire like her.
You wonder if salvation remains for you. The place that Arlecchino calls home reminds you more of a gilded birdcage than that of a vampire’s rich castle, undoubtedly a Machiavellian reminder of what she’s capable of. You’re nothing more than a figurehead, seated atop a golden throne as she kneels before you, slotting herself in between your legs.
Sharp claws slide up your bare skin, and the cool air makes goosebumps prickle on the top side of your thighs. Your body feels weak, trapped in your own skin. Your strength has been sapped away by her feeding, and she looks up at you with unreadable eyes as the last of your blood disappears down her throat.
“Have you been taking care of yourself?” She asks. It’s not a question she asks out of genuine concern for you. Everything she does is calculating and explicable only to her. But her intentions are clear this time around; you have to stay alive for her sake. Who else could give her the sweet blood she craves if something were to happen to you.
“Yes, Arlecchino.” Her name is like poison against your tongue, and yet you still let it linger anyway. You don’t have the strength to run away from her or to fight back. She’ll know the moment even the thought of rebellion enters your brain, probably faster than you’re aware of it yourself.
She rubs the sore spot on your thigh, right where she had bit you. The flesh is numb and swollen, your body desperately trying to heal itself after the wound she inflicted onto you. This is what a true predator-prey relationship is like, with her keeping you in her grasp, knowing that you exist only to give her the sustenance she requires.
Truly a cunning woman. Not entirely heartless, but in that perfectly measured middle ground of both fear and respect.
“Good. It wouldn’t do either of us any good if you were to grow weak.” She rises from her feet, and you watch with hazy eyes as her snow white hair emerges into your view. She stands with her back straight and her head raised, peering down at you as if she wasn’t the one staring up at you with a mock reverence just seconds before.
A hand reaches forward, and her frozen palm cups your face. This isn’t affection, nor is it a reward.
“Now rest,” Arlecchino commands unfeelingly, “Regain your strength so that you can sustain me.”
TARTAGLIA!
—Tartaglia feeds from the wrists. It’s wrong for a vampire to become fond of anyone, but that’s the predicament Childe finds himself in. You’re a human, vivacious with your own life and hope and dreams. You have likes and dislikes: things that make your eyes sparkle when you talk about them and things that make you scrunch your face up with scorn at the mere thought. How could he not be enraptured? He loves playing the role of a teasing gentleman. He loves the pursuit, winning over your trust bit-by-bit by seducing you with his well-timed charms. He finds it so endearing how easily you present him your hand when he bows before you, his once shiny eyes turning dark and sultry. Did you expect him to kiss your hand? No—that was never his plan. Not when he can sink his teeth into the veins in your wrists and drink to his heart’s content, the thrill of chasing you down just as sweet as the result itself.
The way the man in front of you steals your blood feels downright lewd. You’ve always known that there was more to Childe than he let on, more to him that the flirtatious young man that stuck to your side. You had constantly wondered what exactly he was after, but you could have never expected someone like him to have hid his fangs so expertly.
His tongue lathers and laps at your wrist. He sighs happily against your bloodied and torn flesh, like he’s laughing to himself and enjoying the gruesome sight of you frozen in your tracks, too terrified to yank your hand away from him or to even fend him off in any capacity.
“Don’t be shy,” he breathes. His exhales are like gusts of winter wind on your unassuming body, and it’s another horrifying reminder that the man you once trusted was never human to begin with. His true colors are showing now: a bloodlust-filled smile, an unforgiving grip on your arms, your very life force being shoved down his gullet.
“You’re very pretty when you smile. Don’t you remember all the times you’d smile at me? I’d tell you my dumb jokes, and you’d laugh in a way that made my heart skip.” He licks his lips, and his mouth turns an even messier shade of ruby red. “At least, it would have, had I been alive.”
You’re at a loss for words. Your response weighs like an anchor inside your cheeks. Your lips tremble with fear. Is this man going to kill you? No, he wouldn’t. Not so quickly, not when he seems to be enjoying your suffering this much.
His tongue slides against the two clean puncture wounds in your wrists again, and you wince at the stinging pain that shoots up your muscles. He smiles into the curve of your hands. “But I don’t think this expression is all that bad either. I’ve never seen you make a face like that at me. I forgot how much fun it is to hunt someone down. I bet you never saw this coming.”
Childe smacks his lips exaggeratedly, generous rivulets of your dark blood trickling from the corners of his mouth and down his chin. “I want to see everything you have. Show me all the other parts of you that I haven’t seen yet. Let me be selfish with you.”
DOTTORE!
—Dottore feeds from the mouth. He operates on the tangible, the real, the pain and the catharsis of it. To feed doesn’t simply mean to nourish himself. He wants a reminder of his place in the world, the power he holds over knowledge and his constant pursuit of it, and he wants to see the effects seared in his wake. It isn’t enough to steal your blood, he needs you to feel it just as much as he does: the strength leaving your body and into his, his tongue lapping selfishly at your life force, the stinging pain and the numbing sensation making your knees buckle. Maybe he fits the role of the traditional vampire most closely, making sure you understand your inferiority in every single way as a human, that your existence is to be his experiment and his prey, that he can snuff you out like a candle in the dark if he so much as chooses to do so.
There are bite marks on the bottom of your lips. Some have healed, the flesh scarring over into bumpy lumps, and others are still in the process. But the one tonight is fresh. They’re torn open, left there with a fury from Dottore’s pointed, jagged fangs. A strong hand grips your chin and keeps your face in place.
His mouth is on yours, tangled in a kind of mangled kiss. He sucks and sucks at your lips, your blood staining every inch of your tongue and the inside of your cheeks, as if he’s reminding you of how monstrous he can be. There’s no rhyme or reason to your mind in his way of feeding, but to Dottore, it’s a constant reminder that you have no way of fighting back against him. For someone so cold and so heartless, it’s ironic that he kisses you so passionately to drink your blood.
Tears well in your eyes when he pulls away, and a sticky mix of saliva and blood connects you to him momentarily before it snaps.
“Does it hurt?” His voice is firm, scary. Each syllable is poised like a viper baring its fangs, waiting for a single sign of weakness to finish off its catch. He enjoys your suffering, revels in it, finds different ways to draw it out of you, yet the only constant is his insistence on drinking from your lips.
Your voice trembles, and you nearly choke on your own blood. “‘t hurts- Hurts a lot.”
He smiles behind his mask, and you shudder at the sight of his perfectly lined pointy teeth. Each one sharpened, it’s a mark of a true predator.
And for a split second, you know why he drinks from your mouth. It’s his way of stealing every scrap of humanity from you, to steal something as primitive as the act of kissing from you, so that every part of himself is engraved deep into your own base instincts.
“Good.” Strong fingers grasp at the fat of your cheeks, and he lowers his head so that he’s eye-level with you. You can’t see anything, not with that unfeeling mask in place, but Dottore’s evidently pleased with whatever he sees. Your face hurts where his fingers dig into your flesh, but when he drags his tongue across his blood-stained teeth, you know that this is only the beginning. He’s only gotten a taste of your blood, and a sampling is far from the amount he needs to satisfy himself. It’s only when you’re cowering on the floor, wasted beyond salvation, begging him for mercy, that he might decide that he’s had enough of toying with you.
The cycle is always the same.
Your eyes shake violently at the mental vision, and your chest tightens with cold anticipation. It’s dread, and it’s your body yelling at you in order to preserve your survival. But it’s futile. Not when he’s so much more than you are: stronger, faster, smarter.
“I want it to hurt,” he mocks your horror-stricken form. “And I want it to always hurt.”
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Gepard HCS/blurbs
a/n: gepard is so special 2 me....fr.... im back at it with mindless dribble!!!!!!!!!
warnings: shy gepard, lowercase, not proofread, female reader implied, mentions of having a family. (i think that’s all of them lmk if i missed any)
gepard is a really clumsy lover, like, stumbles on his words and isn't always so sure of his actions. i think he has a very cute and clumsy side, but also a serious and strict side. he does not let you talk bad about yourself, but he will talk with you if you feel like you have areas you want to improve in. he is honest, has never lied to you, other than maybe one or two white lies, he doesn't want you to worry. with his job being so time consuming he always finds creative ways for you to hang out. you'll play hide and seek on patrol with him if you're able to convince him, or maybe you spend time practicing your stealth, always trying to get the jump on him while he is patrolling, it helps both of you. but when he is on guard he prefers you don't disturb him. gepard doesn't want anyone hurting you, thinking you are an intruder or monster. lunch breaks are a must with him, you have daily meet up spots depending on what his task is, and since the fragmentum as calmed down he has the chance to take a lot more lunch breaks with you. before he would just skip them and eat small snacks. but now he will get huffy if he doesn't get to see you at least once during the day. whether you fight, or you just work around belobog, he wants to see you. once a day. just once please, he will lose his sweet mind.
he constantly randomly calls you beautiful, stunning, gorgeous. even if you just got done sweating your ass off at work/battles/training. he sometimes doesn't even realize he has let such a statement slip until you return the compliment or thank him. gepard really just can't help but be honest with you, he wants to make you happy. gepard wants to be the one that makes you feel self assured and content. he wants a strong confident partner so he knows that when he is away, or you are, that you feel loved and safe. even when he can't protect you. which he hates by the way, he loves when you are in belobog because he knows you are under his watchful eye, and his undying protection. for you and all the citizens, but especially you.
gepard wants a family, a happy small family. he has a long line of military and brilliant ancestors, and he just feels like you would be perfect to settle down with and carry on that legacy. he wants SO badly for you to take his last name, oh his big heart would melt knowing you carry that name with pride, and it would feel so claiming and validating for him. everyone could stop hitting on you and know that there is a strong man by your side. he knows you can handle anything yourself, but that has never stopped him from being protective, he doesn't view it as his job or responsibility. just something inside him wants to be the one to protect you from others predatory gazes, and all too friendly hands. having his last name holds status too, and he really desperately wants to hear you refer to him as your husband, hubby, whatever you want in that regard. and he'll wear his ring every day, he'll never take it off. it doesn't matter how many battles he enters, he will have his ring until it rots off his finger, and even then it will be there.
he tells his sister everything, even though she has unorthodox methods, and strange ideals in his mind, she is still his sister and even better, a great source for getting the scoop on you. serval was so helpful in the two of you getting together, while gepard had been upfront about his feelings with you, awkwardly asking you on a date with big flowers hiding his blush, he worked so hard to grow those and you didn't even know until serval told you. anyway, gepard was upfront with his feelings after only the few times you had hung out, and that's because every time he went running to his sister and gushed about you for hours, and serval finally told him that he definitely has a crush, more than that even.
so easily flustered, it doesn't matter how long you two are together, even after years you can catch that same blush on his face. it is less red now, but it's still there, he still talks about how amazed he is that you are with him, and how much he appreciates you. but when you gush about him he gets all flustered, hiding his face and thanking you every second. the truth is he replays these moments in his head like a broken record, especially on days when he is away from you. even just the thought is enough to make him have to clear his throat to shake from his thoughts. everyone in belobog knows what he's thinking about when he has that blush on his face. he isn't huge into pda, but he loves to hold your hand. and if you like giving him kisses and hugs in public then he is in no position to deny you in his mind. he calls you his love, princess, dove. has a special soft spot for calling you his flower. doesn't do it often because he gets embarrassed and worried its cringe but you love it.
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The sexiest thing Jonathan did is when he said that Mina "is all perfection" after she declared herself unclean twice. To me. Her skin was stained with blood and then her face was scarred for all to see and he called her perfect. And it's no words of comfort it's his own private thoughts while watching her sleep (and she's pale and so thin her teeth are prominent and her scar blazing and he's saying that watching her sleep smiling is making him "as happy as I'll ever be"). I wish I had someone tell me this when I needed it so reading him call her perfect in the face of all evidence saying she's ruined and dirty and damned, that shit hit hard.
That quote fucks. My man said "My wife is perfect. Her assault does not dirty her. If God Himself would be so cruel and unloving as to cast out Mina, I will kill God."
And fuck! The fact that this is so revolutionary and extreme is ridiculous! This should be the default reaction. Kill the God that says victims are culpable in their own suffering! Overthrow the system that degrades victims and accuses them of worse evils than their abusers.
And he doesn't just love her "in spite of" it. There isn't a massive obstacle he must overcome to love her after her assault. His love for Mina is never in question, it is his love for God that is put on the line. He would never fucking abandon her. That mark on her forehead- the scar on her neck- they could remain for all eternity and he would never take back his love. His love would remain unchallenged.
Every goddamn adaptation and interpretation that casts Mina as unfaithful or Jonathan as unloving serves no one but the fucking shitass conceptual God who says victims are monsters who no one can love-- and remember-- we're killing that bastard.
It is just so damn important. His reaction is so fucking important to the story. It is so fucking important in general to see a man react this way to his wife's suffering: with compassion instead of shame. Never once is his anger directed at Mina, and never once does he assume she is lying about what happened. He is driven by the need for justice and he will not rest until justice is served and his wife can live unfettered.
No doubt, who wouldn't want someone so faithful in a time like that? Someone who never once views you as dirty and deplorable for something that was done against your will? Someone who will always defend you, come hell or high water?
And, of course, the other men don't disagree. But they are fuelled by guilt. Mina's suffering is their punishment for not doing their due diligence, and if not for Mina standing up for herself, Van Helsing would have left her behind in London without even speaking to her about it because he hadn't learned his lesson yet. Both he and Seward check constantly to see if Mina is too far gone yet, which, yes, is per her own request.
But Jonathan does not see it that way. She is never going to be a poor creature that needs to be put down in his eyes. He shall never feel threatened by her because they are married, and if she needs the very blood from his veins, he shall give it gladly. Not out of guilt, not out of obligation, but out of undying and unconditional love.
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