i apologise if you've been asked this before but i am curious, will you ever maybe draw out what the reader (from your clawed fanfic) looks like when they dont look like a hylian? Not a demand, I'm more so just super curious what they would look like and would love to draw fanart! or are you leaving that more up to interpretation? thank you for taking the time to read and answer this if you do! I really do adore your work and it inspires me a lot to write my own things. I absolutely love your writing style, I haven't read any fanfic that's truly made me feel what the reader feels in a long time. I cannot wait for the next chapters, keep up the great work but also take your time with it <3
Not a demand but I did it anyway. You’re actually my first question ever. It was exciting receiving it!
You can imagine the beast form anyway you want! This one is the way I do every time I write. Hope you like it!
And thank you so much for the support! It helps me keep writing and it makes me so happy it makes you happy! I actually have now the… gee, what’s the word… draft! The draft for the next chapter ready. I hope I can bring it sooner.
Anyways! Thank YOU SO MUCH!
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What about Erystos and mind control? from the prompt list you reblogged?
Author's notes: I can no longer figure out which list this was from but here you go!
Content Warnings: mind control, forced to hurt a loved one, demon whump, angel whump, lady whump, crushing, broken bones, stabbing (with claws), manhandling, rough handling, passing out, angst
Also mentioned: starvation, forced labor, sleep deprivation, exhaustion
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It took Seraphina so long to trust these hands. For her to believe that they wouldn't harm her. To not only tolerate their touch, but demand it.
Now these hands curl over her shoulders and squeeze, claws piercing deep into her skin. Erystos' thumbs are pressing down with all his strength against her collarbones.
His darling angel struggles in his grip, biting her lip to keep from crying out, breaths rapid with panic but fighting to remain calm. Her arms are down at her sides, palms up and glowing white with power.
But even when two sharp cracks sound out and punch the breath from the angel, even when she gasps out 'stop' and he doesn't, she does not use that power on him. When Erystos grinds his thumbs down harder and another bone feels close to snapping she comes close, but still can't.
It isn't his fault.
A much more powerful demon controls his every move with a word and has been for days. Being ordered not to eat has left him sickly and drawn. His eyes are bloodshot and his muscles burn after being forced to toil day and night, never allowed a moment's rest. He looks close to passing out and yet his eyes are somehow still open, and in them Seraphina sees every ounce of regret and misery at what his own hands are doing.
So...she can't.
"It's not your fault," she whispers up to him.
"Stop," the other demon orders suddenly.
Erystos stops.
"Stand."
Erystos stands.
Seraphina is yanked up along with him, his claws still lodged deep into torn skin and muscle. The sharp movement painfully jostles her broken bones and she cries out pitifully. She has never quite learned how to remain brave in the face of pain.
Erystos looks absolutely devastated by the sound.
"It's n-not...your...fault," Seraphina pants out.
"That doesn't matter."
The deep, close voice startles the angel. She flinches away from it but an ice-cold hand catches her face and forces her to look up at Erystos.
"It doesn't matter whose fault it is," the demon taunts. "This is the face you're going to see when you remember this pain."
Seraphina turns her head in his grip and bites down hard between his hand. She releases a small burst of power and scorches him with holy fire.
The demon lets out an unearthly screech over the sound of his skin sizzling. He jerks back and tries to tug his hand free but the angel's grip is deceptively strong.
"GET HER OFF OF ME!" the demon snaps at Erystos.
Forced to obey, Erystos whips Seraphina away from him, swiftly dislodging her...and in doing so, slams her against the wall.
Seraphina's shoulder strikes the stone and it's more than her body can take. Her head droops back with a sigh and she hangs limp from Erystos' hands.
The hands she used to trust.
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