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HELLO! i've now opened my inbox for my followers/mutuals to talk to their favorite character!
you can send in random sentences, inbox prompts that you see on my blog or even confess your love!
please be sure to be respectful and kind to not only me but the muses.
this will be very much like roleplaying. to continue communication you can send in more inboxes or you can even link the inbox to a conversation to communicate with your beau/family/friend!
please do not request any minors/anthropomorphic in romantic or sexual ways, I'm begging you. i will only reply to the platonic/familial ones.
you may talk to at least 2 muses at once in one message, all to prevent being overwhelmed. this may change once i get comfortable enough to handle more.
all romantic and nsft inboxes or starters towards muses will require slow burn
all ships are multishipped but can be single shipped if you guys can build up their romance meter!
this will only be reader x character, oc x character i will put on either another blog or a different post.
* note: i will accept 5 oc x character in this post for the time being: 1/5
however for certain events i can bend these rules for you to get a romantic scene with your crushes!
or even just hanging out with your friends!
characters i will write for right now:
note: this list will change every now and then as i advance further into the shows or a character is requested more!
if you don't see a character you like here and would like to see me try my hand at playing them, don't be shy to tell me!
bold = characters I've played before
one piece! ( pre timeskip )
romantic options: nico robin, nami, sanji, zoro, usopp, buggy, sir crocodile, dracule mihawk, shanks, portgas d. ace
platonic options: chopper, franky ( may change ), luffy ( im currently on the pretimeskip )
up to debate: please ask !
rwby ! ( all season 9 ages )
romantic options: weiss schnee, blake belladonna, yang xiao long, jaune arc, taiyang xiao long, raven branwen, qrow branwen, emerald sustari, sun wukong, neptune vasillias, james ironwood, winter schnee, mercury black
platonic options: ruby rose, nora valkyrie, lie ren, pyrrha nikos, penny polendina, professor ozpin, oscar pine, neopolitan
up to debate: salem, cinder fall
fruits basket !
romantic options: shigure sohma, hatori soma, ayame soma
platonic options: tohru honda, yuki sohma, kyo sohma
castlevania animated !
romantic options: trevor belmont, adrian 'alucard' tepes, sypha belnades
edens zero !
romantic options: rebecca bluegarden, weisz steiner, homura kogetsu, kris rutherford, shiki granbell, labilla christy
platonic: happy, witch regret, sister ivry, hermit mio, valkyrie yuna, elise crimson, justice
d.gray man !
romantic options: yu kanda, lavi, tyki mikk, howard link, cross marian
platonic: allen walker, lenalee lee, nea d. campbell, wisely kamelot
psycho pass !
romantic options: akane tsuneori, shinya kogami, nobuchika ginoza, shuusei kagari, yayoi kunizuka, shion karanomori, shogo makishima
platonic: tomomoi masaoka
owari no seraph
romantic options: guren ichinose, ferid bathory, kureto hiiragi, shinya hiragi, seishiro hiiragi, crowley eusford
platonic: yuichiro hyakuya, mikaela hyakuya, shinoa hiiragi, yoichi saotome, shiho kimizuki, mitsuba sangu, krul tepes
yuukou no moriarty
romantic options: william james moriarty, albert james moriarty, louis james moiarty, sherlock holmes, fred porlock, sebastian moran, mycroft holmes, james bond
fate/ ( /zero & /stay night)
romantic options: saber, kirei kotomine, gilgamesh, cu chulainn
platonic: shirou emiya, rin tohsaka, waver velvet
up to debate: kiritsugu emiya, irisviel von einzbern, archer emiya, tokiomi tohsaka, diamuid ua duibhne
please don't: shinji matou, ryuunosuke uryu
fairy tail
romantic options: lucy heartfilia, gray fullbuster, erza scarlet, mirajane strauss, laxus dreyar, gildarts clive, loke, elfman strauss, juvia lockser, fried justine, evergreen, bickslow, rogue cheney, sting eucliffe, kagura mikazuchi, aguria yukino, natsu dragneel, mystogan, cana alberona, gajeel redfox, erik, jellal fernandes
platonic: wendy marvell
record of ragnarok
romantic options: adam, jack the ripper, kojiro sasaki, qin shi huang, hades, beelzebub, hermes
platonic: souji okita
up to debate: the valkyries, nikolas tepes, thor, poseidon, apollo,
obey me
romantic options: lucifer, mammon, levianthan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor,diavolo, barbatos, simeon, raphael, solomon,
platonic: luke
up to debate: thirteen, mephistopheles
kingdom hearts ( kingdom hearts iii )
romantic options: terra, aqua, xemnas, zexion, saix, axel, demyx,
platonic: sora, kairi, riku, roxas, namine, xion, ventus, vanitas, ephemer, skuld, brain
genshin impact
romantic options: wriothesley, albedo, alhaitham, ayaka, ayato, baizhu, ajax, cyno, dehya, diluc, eula, ganyu, itto, jean, kazuha, kokomi, xiao, heizou, shenhe, kaeya, rosaria, yae miko, beidou, lisa, kaveh, zhongli, nigguang, neuvillette, yela, candace, thoma, yanfei
platonic: hu tao, venti, faruzan, sucrose, chongyun, freminet, layla, mika, fischl, collei, noelle, yun jin, barbara, xingqiu, amber, bennette, xinyan
up to debate: keqing, lyney, aether, lumine, wanderer, lynette, kuki shinobu, sara, kiara, gorou, mona, nilou, yoimiya, charlotte
please don't: klee, sayu, qiqi, diona, dori, nahida, yaoyao
final fantasy
romantic options: cloud strife, tifa lockhart, aerith gainsborough, zack fair, reno, rude, genesis rhapsodos, reeve tuesti, angel hewley, sephiroth, vincent valentine.
platonic: barret wallace, yuffie kisaragi
detroit become human
romantic options: connor, markus, gavin
platonic: kara, hank
devil may cry
romantic options: dante, nero, vergil
platonic: trish, nico, lady, v
jojo's bizarre adventure
romantic options: dio brando, joseph joestar ( part 2 & 3 ), caesar anthonio zeppeli, jotaro kujo ( 4-6 only ), rohan kishibe, bruno bucciarati, leone abbachio, narciso anasui, johnny joestar, gyro zeppeli, diego brando
debating: jonathan joestar, jolyne cujoh, weather report
#( 🦊 inbox asks )#one piece x reader#op x reader#rwby x reader#fruits basket x reader#castlevania x reader#edens zero x reader#d.gray man x reader#dgm x reader#d gray man x reader#psycho pass x reader#owari no seraph x reader#ons x reader#yuukoku no moriarty x reader#ynm x reader#moriarty the patriot x reader#fate/ x reader#fate x reader#fairy tail x reader#drifters x reader#blood of zeus x reader#record of ragnarok x reader#obey me x reader#kingdom hearts x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#final fantasy x reader#dbh x reader#detroit become human x reader#devil may cry x reader
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How to request something
Idk if anyone wants to request something but well if someone does then I'll tell you how.
You can comment somewhere (preferably here under this post thingy) or you can text me. At least I think that's how it works but well I'm new here so you can guess that I am a little tiny bit lost with the functions and stuff. So yeah just write me somehow. When the moment came that I somewhat understood this all then I will edit this little text but for now I say write me somehow. In the comments, private or something like that. I'll be happy to read your requests and that hopefully soon. Well my break is almost over and I'm in school so yeah. I need to go and build stuff digitally.
Edited: I will also collect the requests here and if one disappears then it's a sign that I wrote it. But I will also make a list with all the written oneshots and stuff. Well I need some sleep so yeah...
Edited 2nd time: Here is the masterlist
Masterlist
See y'all later!
#requests open#anime x reader#the legend of zelda x reader#headcannons#oneshots#natm x reader#gow x reader#fanfic#drifters x reader
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One More Night
older!Eddie x afab!Reader
Eddie survived the upside down and has been on the road ever since. one day he meets you and decides to stay in town a bit longer. He has a lot of scars both inside and out. This can be read as a smutty standalone but it was inspired by drifter!eddie and oregon!eddie. He is in the age range of 30-50 in these au's.
just more proof that Eddie Lives.
other short stories
18+ONLY, MDNI please, smut, unprotected piv, oral for all, fingering, creampie, use of she/her, mutual pining, monsterfucking only if you squint.
wc: 1.4k
“I haven’t done this in a while,” Eddie said, exhaling a shaky breath.
You were standing just inside the door of his motel room, hands fisting the t-shirt material at his ribs under the heavy leather of his jacket, wordlessly begging to feel his skin on yours. His hands were at your hips, kneading the meat there in time with his heartbeat, and he'd wanted you so bad for so long, he thought he might bust a seam on his jeans.
“It’s been a while for me, too,” you hummed against his throat, dragging your lips back and forth under his earlobe with the two hoop piercings before you sucked it into your mouth for a nibble. “But I hear it’s like riding a bike.”
God, he smelled so good. Not like the last guy you’d been on a date with who wore so much cologne it blinded your senses, but a mix of Irish Spring soap, motor oil, and campfire. The way skin smells after you’ve hiked in nature and soaked up the sun.
He’d been living at the motel for the past few months, pumping gas and slinging wrenches up the road, thinking he’d take off again in the spring, but then he met you, and something inside of him began to blossom out of the cold, dead rot in his veins.
He took your face in his hands and his kisses were starved; depraved, even. Clothing came off almost in a panic, each of you raw with the urgency to cure a bad case of mutual loneliness.
You made your way down his chest, hands caressing every inch of his bare flesh in the dim of the gold lamp light, reading the braille of a man on the run from himself.
You got to your knees when you pushed his jeans and boxers down, they fell to the ground with a thump from his wallet and chain. He groaned when your soft lips went around the head of his cock, aching at the warmth of your acceptance. A few searching kisses along his shaft and he was trembling; it had been so long since he’d let someone touch him.
You were being so tender, as if he were fragile, as if he could break at any moment—as if you knew.
“Tell me what you like?” You slowly stood to full height, stuttering a self-conscious laugh. “Maybe I’m not as good at this as I thought.”
“No, you're so perfect,” he blurted, easing you back onto the bed, nudging your legs apart gently with his knee. He searched your eyes, “I want to see you.”
You shivered when his knuckles found the slick mess between your legs. He was staring at your face, shifting his weight, watching your pleading reaction as you whimpered, “pleasepleasepleaseFuckplease.”
He licked in swirls down your stomach, you had scars there too. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he whispered into the hair just above your prize, his hot breath on a secret place you hadn’t shared in a while.
His tongue found its home, and then rolled there like a crocodile with its prey.
The way he devoured you made you arch back on the mattress and wail.
“Th-that..that feels so good,” you clutched onto his head between your legs, digging your fingers into his hair, and he reached up to put his hand on top of yours, encouraging your guidance.
It had been days since he remembered smiling, but he did then, against your heat, reveling in the way you shook and clung to him.
He sank two fingers in and let out a long moan, unable to stop himself from thrusting against the bed, precum leaking from his tip.
“More,” you writhed, clinging to the comforter, and he slipped a third in.
He felt the fluttering contraction and went deeper, hungrily lapping up whatever you could give him. He heard you trying to speak but it only came out in gasps and whimpers, chanting his name like a prayer.
The hunger of the moment overtook him and, before he could stop himself, he growled.
It was the type of sound an animal would make, low and guttural, and it made your head snap up in surprise at the vibration of it.
Staring back at you from the end of the bed, his pupils glowed garnet red.
In a post-orgasm haze, you must’ve imagined it. In a blink then they were normal again; dark orbs rimmed in white, watching you curiously.
He lowered his head to brush his lips over your swollen, soaked cunt. “Do you think she could handle another one?”
“Come up here with me?” Your voice was a rasp, and you did not have to ask him twice.
“I’m all yours,” he said with a wiggle of his brows, scooping you up to roll you over on the bed, and you squealed at how strong he was.
On top, you wasted no time guiding his throbbing length inside, straightening to work your way down and ease into it, throwing your head back.
He cursed at how well you took him, darting his hips up to meet you. He loved seeing you like this, loved watching your face when you began to move. He licked his thumb and forefinger and plucked at one of your nipples.
What if he stayed another week?
Your eyes squeezed shut and he wondered if you had noticed what happened a few moments ago.
He’d lost himself back there, had felt himself going through the change at the peak of your arousal.
That...thing he’d been carrying with him all those years since he’d almost died in the Upside Down was awake, and it was at his door, knocking.
Bang bang bang.
Let me in, it hissed in a voice that sounded very much like his own. Let me have her.
It couldn’t have you, not ever.
You were a sweet piece of heaven to him, a safe haven where he could forget who he was for however long he had with you.
You screamed that you were close again, and his thumb was at your clit as you bounced. “Eddie, oh fuck, oh god!”
“I can't believe how good you feel," he grunted. "You gonna cum for me again baby, yeah?” He planted his feet on the mattress for leverage.
He’d been able to cum before without changing, but with you it was different.
You’d awakened something…feral.
Before he could think too much about it, your walls were rippling around him, and he poured hot and heavy inside of you. His whole body spasmed, and you were both making incomprehensible sounds, speaking in tongues.
There was so much cum, he could feel it spilling out, and he just kept pounding it in, lost in a release so intense, it felt as if he were melting into the bed.
Breathless, you collapsed to his chest, each of you sweaty and glistening and gasping for gulps of air.
“Holy shit, I don’t think...I’ve ever…cum so hard…in my life…” you were trying to remember how to speak with your cheek pressed into his shoulder, unable to move.
He curled his arms around you, turning to plant his lips on the back of your head as he spoke. “Does that mean we could do this again?”
What was he talking about? He couldn’t see you again, he had to get out of town. Hit the road. Get back to his longtime lover, the lonely highway. Eat dust and burn rubber. Everything he touched turned to shit, and the people close to him always got hurt
Or worse.
He cared about you enough to leave you.
But not that night
He would allow himself this, just a few more hours
To feel you fall asleep in his arms
To twitch and snore and breathe you in
He asked if you were comfortable when he pulled the covers up, painting kisses along your shoulder.
He spooned you like you were his missing puzzle piece, the one he thought was long gone, tucked down somewhere in the couch cushion, and you reached a hand up to intertwine your fingers with his.
You hadn’t been sleeping well at all the past few weeks, but as your breathing found his rhythm, your eyes fluttered, and you drifted. The last thing you remembered thinking was how long it had been since somebody held you.
You were too relaxed to notice that the hand you held was no longer human.
The hand you held had claws.
#Eddie Munson#Eddie Munson smut#drifter!eddie#oregon!eddie#Eddie Lives#Eddie Munson fic#eddie munson x afab reader#smut
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How the Drifters would hug you and/or cuddle with you
VENTURA CITY DRIFTERS (Alina, Emily, Sahara, Violet, Rose) X READER
VCD, and this art, was created by sonokido. Go read it at once.
A/N: I wrote this while playing a Cold War submarine simulator.
Alina Scratch
LOVES to be the little spoon.
Feeling your arms wrapped around her soothes all her worries about not meeting her team's expectations.
It's like the world just melts away for her when you hold her like that.
Plus, she ain't that tall, so she fits perfectly into you.
If she's feeling particularly down (i.e. if the Drifters lost a game), she'll lay her head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat.
She falls asleep almost immediately.
Emily Lang
Your head.
Her lap.
NOW.
Picks you up and sets you down on her couch, setting your head on her thighs.
Will run her fingers through your hair while the two of you watch whatever action movie's just been thrown onto Netflix.
In bed, she is always the big spoon.
She wraps her strong arms around you and she does not let go.
Oh, you need to get up and go to work?
Nope. Call in sick.
Sahara Taylor
Back hugs.
LOTS of back hugs.
She adores scooting up behind you, wrapping her arms around you, and resting her head on your shoulder.
Snuggling with her isn't really a matter of who's what spoon.
You two will be facing each other, limbs tangled around each other, bodies pressed against each other.
Due to her injury and the exhaustion it causes her, she doesn't stay up long when you cuddle, usually just conking out a few minutes into your snuggle session.
Violet Naire
Always wants to make you feel safe.
Big spoon, your head on her chest, doesn't matter.
As long as you're secure in her arms, she's content.
Knowing that you feel safe with her makes her really happy.
If she's having a rough day, she'll just walk up to you and hug you.
Neither of you talk, you just stay like that for a while.
Eventually, she'll let go with a muttered "thank you" before going about whatever she was previously doing.
If she's feeling more vulnerable, she might let out a little "I love you" before she lets go.
Please hug her, she needs it. :(
Rose Naire
She is always clinging onto you in some way.
Sitting down and doing homework? She is now sitting in your lap and being extraordinarily distracting.
Trying to lay down? Congratulations, you now have a very hyperactive weighted blanket.
Speaking of which, you will need to buy an actual weighted blanket just to keep her still when you two cuddle.
And when you do, she is a great cuddler.
The positive affirmations will not stop at any point, of course. She loves you too much not to constantly tell you so.
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The Drifter: The Sea King's Curse (1.02b)
Pairing: siren!hyunjin x fem!reader
Word Count: 10k
Genre: fantasy, smut, fluff, adventure
Summary: When the corpses of mutilated mermaids wash up on shore, the lawmen of Levanter Bay seek YN's help to find the cause. They end up discovering this goes much farther than expected.
Tags: Graphic violence (just fist fighting and monster slaying), kidnapping, animal death (hunting out of necessity), graphic descriptions of corpses, death, autopsies, thalassophobia, fear of deep water, megalophobia (fear of large objects), sea monsters, mind control, mind manipulation, mental illness, dark magic, mentions of war, slight ptsd. vaginal fingering, p in v sex, monster fucking, bigdick!hyunjin. underwater sex, public sex, outdoor sex, monster dick
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
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Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Minho took your hand as he created a teleportation circle underneath you. In a lung-crushing second, you left the dusty roads of Levanter Bay and ended up right under the water. The freezing temperatures shocked your bones and muscles. That familiar burning sting radiated in your abdomen as you felt yourself drowning in the vast ocean space. Yet, in seconds, your vision cleared and you breathed through your gills once again. When you could see better, you realized you stood on the transport station platform. Several other people teleported into the designated area for mages and warlocks to plant directly into the city.
“Well, that was easy,” you said. “You should've come with us the first time.”
“And miss fighting pirates? No way,” he snickered, swimming ahead of you. “Let's go to Yejin. She'll get us into the palace.”
You weren’t sure how true that’d be. Considering how Yejin will likely be barred from seeing Tytos again, you’ll need another person to sneak you inside. Swimming through the city, you expected to find city guards in full force with orders to find you. Mizu might have not seen you, but his master might have if they’d gone into Tytos’s mind. You thought there’d be obstacles in place to stop you, yet you didn’t see anyone in particular. Hydrus ran business as usual.
“Minho,” Yejin spotted him first when you reached her shop, “Thank goodness you’ve come.” She embraced him, before she looked at you, “I trust you’ve learned something new.”
“We have everything we need,” you told her.
“Jeongin had these,” Minho showed her the pouch, “And he knew the incantation to draw it out. All we need is a way into his chambers. The sooner we can do this, the better. I suspect Mizu is already on to us.”
“He is,” she confirmed. “He sent his lap dogs in here to intimidate me,” she glowered, “Telling me that my services to the royal family will no longer be needed. They said the king and queen have a new physician, and that I’ve been relieved of my place on the council. Sungwoo told me he said something similar to him this morning. Mizu plans to replace all the advisors with people of his own.”
“That means the king must be close to death,” Minho said. “He wouldn’t make such rash decisions if he didn’t think he’d succeed. Yejin, tell me there’s a way into the palace. All I need is a few minutes.”
“I'm afraid it's been barricaded from the public,” she answered. “Nobody is allowed in or out.”
“Then what the hell can we…”
You stared out the window into the street. Up and down the road you saw people going about their daily business, but you then saw them. Yesterday, you hardly noticed the city guards in the street but today you couldn't help not noticing them. If anyone can get you inside the palace, it will be them.
“Minho,” you turned to him, “Have you ever been arrested before?”
“Once or twice in my youth,” he joined you at the window, nodding slowly, “I’ve heard the jail cells under the palace can be dangerous with the eels floating around.”
“We won’t be going to jail,” you removed your heavy jacket and shirt, “Follow my lead.”
“YN, what are you thinking?” Yejin asked, worried as you left the shop. “This can severely backfire on the both of you.”
“I know.”
The both of you went onto the street. Nobody in particular noticed you right away, but you knew it’d be a matter of time. People will eventually see your markings and the stumps on the top of your head, and alert a guard. You kept your eyes peeled for any signs of a guard as you and Minho moved in the direction of the palace. It did not take long to gain attention. Right outside a tavern, three city guards stood around a high-top table, feasting on crabs and oysters. You nudged Minho, who’d been checking the other side of the street, and nodded over to them. He agreed, and you swam near them.
“-You sure we won’t have to pay for these, Pollux?” asked one of the mermen in his bronze armor. A spear and shield strapped to his back, a knife also hung from his waist. He shucked another oyster as he said, “That barmaid seemed pretty serious about the bill.”
Pollux, a shark hybrid with his distinctive back fin and sharp teeth, scoffed at this, “As if there’s anything she can do. As long as we have this armor and these spears, boys, we run this town.”
A light brush against his back fin had Pollux whipping around as you continued walking.
“Hey!” he called after you, “Watch where you’re going.”
You turned around, trying to conceal your smile, “Forgive me.”
The mere glimpse of your stumps and markings made the hybrid pause. Black eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he grinned a toothy smile, “What’s a demon and a fairy doing so far from the mainland?”
“I’m going to visit my aunt,” you lied, “Alcina. She told me she’d be at the palace.”
“Bullshit,” he huffed, “No Alcina lives in the palace. The palace is off limits to citizens and…mainlanders,” he said the last word as an insult.
“Seems like you’re not as informed as you think, hybrid,” you replied back, “Go back to your crab and leave my business to me.”
“Why you…”
He grabbed your arm the moment you turned around, his hands digging into your flesh and bruising them. Minho immediately kicked at his arm, which loosened his grip.
“Minho!”
The hybrid took a bite at Minho, who dodged him and slammed his fist into his nose. Like a real shark, this blinded the guard for a moment before Minho dealt him another one. One of the other guards launched himself at you, but you sidestepped him right away. Long claws managed to scratch at your bicep, which burned and stung in the water. You didn’t let that stop you. Your movements are not as fast underwater, the merman easily swished and rounded you until you grew dizzy. You made weak attempts to fight against him, though everything natural instinct told you to kill him. He chuckled mockingly when your fist barely touched him. Minho, on the other hand, moved as easily as his opponent did. Both of them throwing punches and grappling, the hybrid eventually subdued Minho with a tight grappling move.
“You shouldn’t pick fights you’re not going to win,” the hybrid chuckled, pulling out a pair of shackles from his belt. You heard them clamp and lock in place at Minho’s wrists. “Now, you’re going into a cell until you rot.”
“Mizu won’t be happy about this,” you called out to him.
“And what would you know about that, mainlander?” grunted the merman holding you.
“Because I don’t think he’d like hearing the person he’s been expecting was so roughly handled by his thugs,” you thought up on the fly. “My aunt is a special guest of his, and she wouldn’t like hearing about this either.”
“If he was expecting you, why aren’t you there?”
Good point. “We were delayed,” said Minho, still struggling, “By that sea snake that is going up and down the coast. We’re on our way to see them now.”
“About what?”
“Nothing that concerns you,” you shot at him. “Go ahead and arrest us, and see that Mizu doesn’t have your heads for this.” When they did not appear convinced, you said, “My aunt is not a forgiving person. If I tell her Mizu’s men manhandled myself and my bodyguard, she will not be so lenient on him. You know how the chain of command works, right? Big boss gets mad, takes it out on the smaller boss and the smaller boss then takes it out on his pawns.”
The men weighed your words, “Cuff them both.” He gave you a simpering smile, “If you’re telling the truth, demon, then you’ll have no problem going before Mizu himself.”
“Do it,” you challenged, “It’ll be like getting a personal escort.”
Cold, rough steel went around your wrists, and the merman tugged you roughly behind him with a chain. You and Minho dragged down the street side-by-side, he whispered over to you.
“Do you really think this is going to work?”
“Maybe,” you said. “We only need to get inside the palace.”
“And what do you plan to do from there?”
“We’ll just have to wing it,” you shrugged.
“YN, you are the worst planner, you know that?”
You snorted, “You have no idea.”
The palace truly resembled a fortress now. Soldiers with bronze helmets and armor remained on the battlements, standing still and keeping an eye on the front entrance; two more stood on either side of the stone doors closing off the palace. The mermen and shark hybrid allowed through with a few whispered words, they dragged you and Minho towards the palace steps where you saw two more guards, and several standing around the expansive area. Inside the main hall, men in gold and bronze armor stood on either side of every doorway you passed. Yes, sneaking in here would have been difficult, especially with the domesticated guard sharks swimming up and down hallways. They took you towards a pair of golden doors, and you assumed this must be the throne room.
“Your Greatness!” the hybrid called out from the doorway, “I have brought more mainlanders.”
Swimming through the high ceiling halls to a throne room, you saw Mizu sitting on a throne of driftwood and stone. His eyes narrowed the second he saw you and Minho.
“You’re supposed to be dead, demon,” he grunted through sharp teeth. “I sent the pirates to finish the job.”
“That’s what you get for sending a pirate to do a professional's job,” you replied, staring straight back at him.
“She says she knows Lady Alcina,” the hybrid told him.
Mizu rushed over to them, crimson tail fluctuating between dark and bright reds, and examined you. A wicked smile crept over his pale face, “She certainly does. Lady Alcina has often spoken of the demon who brought ruin and pain to her masters.” His voice laced with venom, you wondered if Alcina herself happened to be in the castle. He looked over to Minho, “And you’ve brought a friend. Who is this?”
“Lee Know,” Minho responded, defiant eyes glaring at Mizu, “Her bodyguard.”
“Ha, some bodyguard you are if you both ended up in shackles,” he then snapped his fingers, “Take them to The Lair. They can join that siren we found sneaking through the garden.”
“Siren? What siren?”
Mizu chuckled as the guards shoved you forward, “You’ll see. It truly is a shame. Hwang would’ve made such a proficient navigator. But, this is what happens when you break the law around here.”
“What did you do to him?” you called back angrily, reaching a backdoor in the throne room. “What did you do?”
Mizu’s laugh was cut off by the shutting of a heavy door. Minho and you grunted and struggled against your captors as they led you down spiraled steps. The water here pinched your muscles and chilled your bones harder than before. Your eyes widened as light faded away into darkness the further you went down. Hyunjin must have gotten caught sneaking into the palace. The idea of them hurting him fueled your need for escape. You sensed where they planned on taking you.
“Ares!” Pollux called when you reached an iron gate, “Open up! We got more fish feed!”
Another merman opened the gate, and your eyes burned adjusting to the dimly glowing torches holding flaming fish inside them. You caught glimpses of other cells down the aisle. It was when the guards took your sword and Minho’s quiver and bow that fear truly set inside you. Your magic did not work well under water; Minho might be able to cast spells, but maybe not as effectively.
“YN…” Minho said, keeping his voice steady as they pushed you towards another gate at the end.
Through the gate, you saw light shining into the water, and you guessed it must be coming from a hole somewhere above. You did not want to know what might be behind that tightly locked gate.
“Bring out the siren,” Pollux called out.
From another cell, the guards pulled out Hyunjin. A gasp caught in your throat when you saw his face: the bridge of his nose broken by a nasty cut, his bottom lip swelled from the bruise on the corner and you spotted several bruises on the fleshy parts of his torso. They’d beaten him.
“Hyunjin,” his name left your lips in a soft cry. You tried reaching for him, but the guard tugged your chains away. “Hyunjin, what happened? Why are you here?”
“I tried getting to the king,” he said, teeth colored by blood in his mouth. “They caught me in the coral garden under his balcony.”
“What were you thinking, Hyunjin?” whispered Minho as the three of you went to the gate.
“Yejin said he might be awakened by memories,” he said, voice cracking. “I was good friends with Ormand. I thought showing him a gift Ormand gave me might snap him out of the haze. I…I only wanted to help him.”
“Hyunjin,” your eyes stung, but tears are hard to produce in water.
“Save your tears, demon,” Pollux said viciously, his men opening the large iron gates, “Pontus doesn't particularly care for them.”
With a hard shove, the three of you were casted off into the abyss. Panic struck you in the chest and tightened around your legs, making it hard to breathe even with your gills. Scanning the enclosed space, you saw the rocky stands where people might have occupied at one time; balconies high up looked down into the middle of the arena. The open ceiling kept the first rays of light from breaking through, leaving you in semi-darkness.
“What do we do now?” Minho asked, no longer hiding his fear. “What's in here?”
Something big. Something deadly.
“The leviathan,” Hyunjin breathed, moving closer towards you. “Pontus, the great leviathan. Back in the old days, before Tytos, they used to put really bad criminals down here. If they managed to defeat him, they could leave…Notice Pontus is still here and they're not…” He squeaked when a high cry came from beneath his feet. “YN, do something.”
“I can thwart it with shadow magic,” said Minho, “But I don't know how well it'd do against something so large. Even threshers who came onto land are hard to defeat alone.”
“My fire magic won't be of any use down here, and they took my sword.”
Defenseless. You hated the sinking dread pulling you down as you searched for a way out. The open ceiling seemed to be covered with a net: keeping victims in and keeping Pontus from breaking out. Hyunjin clung on to you, and Minho took your hand absentmindedly. The chilling sensation of being watched started consuming you. You sensed its eyes from somewhere below, possibly above now.
“The net,” Minho whispered to you, “You can burn through it.”
“I don't know if I could.”
“You can try.”
“It'll outswim me,” you said.
“Hyunjin can distract them.”
“What?” Hyunjin glanced over at him. “Distract it? How?!”
“Hyunjin, you're a siren,” Minho said, “Sing to it.”
“Sing to it?! It'd rather eat me than hear me sing.”
“Did you forget that your singing attracts anything with ears?”
“I know I can but…” he looked out into the opening apprehensively. “But, this isn't a shark or an octopus.”
“Hyunjin,” you took his hands in yours, “You can do this. Minho and I will be right here the whole time. We only need a few minutes.”
“Ha! As if that is going to help you!”
Her voice echoed throughout the arena. It bounced off walls and rippled through the air towards you. You had no idea where it came from, yet it boiled your blood regardless.
“Alcina…” You growled, but did not move from your hiding spot.
“Here she is!” Alcina cried out, “The brave fire demon, Multak! Multak, The Vanquisher! Multak, The Shield of Fire! How small you look down in this pit of mine! Step into the light, child. Let me look upon you.”
Hyunjin and Minho held onto you, but you swam forward into the arena. You stared up into the stands where you saw a pale woman occupying a box seat. Obviously meant for royalty, she stood there in a strapless strip with fringes that flowed about her like a curtain in the wind. You couldn't see her clearly from the height, but you still glared at her.
“Hmpf,” she huffed discontentedly, “I thought you'd be scarier. You really are a little thing aren't you?”
“I still vanquished your great master,” you challenged, “Clearly size isn't everything.”
“Until you're in a leviathan pit, I imagine,” she quipped. “You really should have kept your nose out of my business. Your kind don't do well underwater.”
“You're hurting innocent people. That is enough to make it my business.”
“Psh, I knew you were a mortal lover, but I didn't think it was this bad,” she cackled. “Well, now you can die with the mortals you so dearly love. You can think about that as Pontus swallows you whole.”
“You'll pay, Alcina,” you said, the threat turning into a promise. “I'll make sure you do.”
She cackled again, turning around, “Sure I will. I will be Queen of the Seven Seas and you'll be leviathan food. Ta-ta, little flame!”
The sound of the door slamming resonated through the arena. The high cry came once more, a hiss layered right underneath it. Your frustration outweighed the fear of being stuck in the middle of the ocean, weightless and dozens of feet beneath water. A creaking sound caught your ear from behind, and you guessed Minho or Hyunjin accidentally pushed on the bars of the arena. It was only you three down here.
You stared upwards to see the thin netting above. It was your only way out. Without another thought, you began kicking up to the ceiling. Currents reached your tiptoes, and you pictured the massive creature swimming right up behind you. The leviathan cried once more, the sound much closer and fear jumped into your throat. Adrenaline made you swim faster. You could feel it gaining speed from the bottom of the arena.
“YN, look out!” Minho cried from somewhere to your left as a jet of shadow magic sailed right under your feet.
You rolled aside as the monster hit the ceiling, though it did no damage to it. Pontus was about fifty to sixty feet long, made of gray and blue scales with fanned membranes around its narrow head like a lion's mane. Teeth as long as swords lined its mouth, and another hiss made its tongue quiver like a snake. Pontus was large enough to swallow a carriage whole if he wished; mouth wide enough to eat a regime of soldiers. Your entire body froze, drifting weightlessly away from the monstrous beast. At the sight of its slanted black eyes, you thought of Zunar when he'd taken you to a spider's nest.
“But, mentor, it's scary in there. I'm afraid. I’m not brave enough.”
“That is the only time we can be brave, little flame.”
You thought of his glowing orange eyes that always looked on you so fondly. He'd believed in you when others did not. He said he pulled your egg from the lava lake himself after it cracked open in the churning, boiling lava. You should have died, he told you, but you didn't. You lived with a few minor burns. Your strength, he said, is what he admires the most. Staring down this beast, you imagined what he might say when you tell him you died facing a leviathan head on. He'd laugh, and say something to the effect of “your fire burns even under water!”
Pontus’s next cry sounded like a low whistle, and you saw it bend its long neck all the way back. You did not dare wince or look away. If the thing did swallow you whole, you’d burn its insides. The leviathan rattled its neck, and made to strike until a voice came from below your feet.
“Upon one summer’s morning, I carefully did stray down by the walls of whopping, where I met a sailor gay …”
The beast whirled its head down towards the ground, though stayed still as if searching for the sound. You recognized Hyunjin’s sweet sounding voice. Although terror shook his notes, it still pulled the sea monster inwards.
“Conversing with a young lass, who seemed to be in pain, saying William when you go I fear you'll ne'vr return again…”
Hyunjin’s glittering scales stood him out in the dark vastness below, and you caught a glimpse of his glistening pearl and starfish headpiece. Pontus ignored his current prey to focus on the singing siren below. You shook in the water; both the cold and anxiety rattled your bones watching the creature slowly swim downwards. You couldn’t help following it, even if Minho might be perched somewhere nearby with a plan of his own.
“My heart is pierced by cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold…”
You saw Hyunjin sit down in the middle of the arena floor, staring up at the leviathan with tearful eyes. In the glowing lights of the circular space, his body appeared to shine like a pearl in sand. You forced yourself not to listen too closely as he grabbed the monster’s attention. Looking around the middle balconies, you saw Minho pressed against a wall with another figure beside him. You also saw the bow he kept directed at Pontus. How did he get it back? When he beckoned you over to him with a head nod, you quickly reached him.
“He can’t sing forever,” you said, “Take the shot.”
“I got to get lower,” he replied, “But I can’t get him with only arrows. You’d need to get on top of its head and stab it right on the center. That’s where the skin is the thinnest.”
“And how the hell can I do that?”
“With this.”
He stepped out of the darkness, holding your sword. You’d never been so glad to see Sheriff Bahng until now.
“How did you get here?” you asked incredulously, taking your sword from him.
“I snuck in using Ma’s potion,” he said as if this should be obvious, “And took out the guards outside. It wasn’t hard with how clueless they are.”
“...His hair it hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal. My happiness attend him wherever he may go…”
“You take the left and I’ll take the right?” he asked you, unsheathing his own dagger. “Minho takes the middle?”
You sneered at him, “Of course.”
The three of you separated to your indicated spots below. Pontus remained several feet above Hyunjin, whose hands gripped the sands underneath tightly. His tail rigid and body posed in place, you would’ve thought he was a statue. You noticed his singing grew louder, dark eyes glaring at the monster ahead of him. The defiance and daring in his eyes burned as he continued singing.
“...From Tower Hill to Blackwall, I'll wander, weep and moan. All for my jolly sailor until he sails home…”
You sensed his voice starting to waver, the song coming to an end. With its head straight ahead, you had a perfect view of the eye. Blind the creature, and it’ll be down one sense to prey upon. But, you couldn’t risk it seeing you. You wracked your brain for a song to sing, even if you sounded terrible, but suddenly your mind went blank.
“My heart is pierced by cupid. I disdain all glittering gold, there is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold….”
The singing came from the left side of the lower arena; a woman’s voice this time. Pontus hissed once more, attention snapping to this newcomer. Chan’s merfolk blood made him a much faster swimmer, so he had no problem shooting towards Pontus and stabbing his dagger into the black eye. Pontus screeched, his neck waving about as he thrashed at the pain. You saw Chan holding onto his weapon tightly and stabbing it a second time. When he moved away, he vanished back into the darkness quickly and you caught the faintest glimpse of him circling the back of him.
“My name it is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair, and I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year…”
This voice came from right under your seats, and you saw the shimmering tiara of Hannah Bahng . When Pontus whipped his head over towards Hannah’s voice, you took the chance. Using the railings for a boost, you raised your sword above your head and aimed into its left eye. The burning runes did not flash in flames, but instead small air bubbles and hot steam. Feet planted on its upper lip, you nearly slipped forcing your sword out of its head. Pontus’s cries shook the stone walls, likely alerting anyone within a mile range. You swam away, struggling to kick your aching legs before two arms went right under yours.
“Its head,” Hannah said in your ear, “Stab it in the head.”
“Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be, who love a jolly sailor that ploughs the raging sea…”
Yejin. That voice must be Yejin’s, and you spotted her right beside Minho. He notched an arrow made of wispy purple smoke and shot it. The arrow moved through the water like air, and lodged right in the gray membranes protecting the top of his head. The arrow’s magic spread across the head defense like acid, burning the thin skin away. Hannah dropped you off right inside the breakage, and you used your free hand to grab onto the cauterized webbing. Yejin, Hannah and Hyunjin continued singing through various points in the arena to distract Pontus from the demon climbing higher on his head. Your hands pushed against the hard scales to find the thin spot in the skull.
“My heart is pierced by cupid. I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold.”
“Stab it, YN!” you heard Chan call from somewhere nearby, “Stab it now!”
Pontus bellowed, head turning upright and you nearly lost your balance. Catching yourself on a charred membrane, you took hold of your sword and stabbed it dead center. The sudden penetration made Pontus howl in pain, his body thrashing about wildly. You did your best to hold on to his broken fans as he waved his head to throw you off. Heart pounding loudly, you took several deep breaths as a rush of water and air blew past you. Gravity gradually began pulling you downwards, you frantically jiggled and pulled your sword until it came loose. Sword tightly in hand, you pushed off the beast’s head right as it sunk towards the bottom. You watched from above as Pontus’s body coiled into a spiral as it thumped to the sea floor. Against the white sand, it looked like a black picture frame.
“We did it!” Hyunjin cried gleefully, swimming up to you from the bottom. “We did it!”
You let him scoop you up into a hug, twirling you around in the water. “You were brilliant, Hyunjin,” you told him when he stopped spinning. “You were so brave.”
“You were braver,” he insisted. “You would've fought that thing head on if I hadn't distracted it, huh?”
“Probably. I would've just gone home if I'd died here,” you shrugged, “So no big deal.”
Hyunjin saw through your brave face, but kissed you anyway. You leaned into the kiss, wanting it to absorb you before you faced the next part. When you pulled away, you looked right at him.
“I’m surprised I didn’t get pulled into that voice of yours,” you said, fingers under his chin, “It really is enchanting.”
“I can do more of it for you later.”
“I’d like that.”
“Tytos,” Minho quickly swam past you both, “We have to get to him before she kills him! Yejin, what's the fastest way there?”
“Through that door,” she pointed to the double doors Alcina left through. “It has stairs that take you right to the second floor of the palace. It is a bit of a walk, but much faster than going back the way we came.”
“Then let's go.”
Minho led your group up to the double doors which Alcina left unlocked. The arrogance already jumped out at you. As Yejin said, a spiraling staircase that fit three people across went all the way up to the palace. The hidden doorway leading out from the arena suggested the royal family's personal entrance to their private box down below. You expected some kind of resistance or danger awaiting you, but the passage went rather smoothly up the unused staircase. Once on the first floor, more sharks and guards filled the hall. You thought one of them might see a group of people coming up from the arena, but none of them noticed you. Yejin guided you up the second staircase to the top landing where they’d stationed more guards. The guards here wore black breastplates and carried iron spears. When you got a better look at them, they shared the same blank eyes associated with brain fog.
“You got anything for them?” Chan asked Minho in a whisper.
“Only this.”
Out of a pouch on his belt, Minho withdrew what resembled a sea urchin. The spiky black ball gracefully floated away towards a pair of brainwashed guards. When one of them noticed the urchin, he reached forward to seize it and the moment he made contact, the urchin exploded. Instead of squishy remains, a thick black substance sprayed on both guards. You saw the toxic goo wrap around their mouths and eyes, slowly strangling them around the neck. None of you had time to scold Minho for using such a trick, since he sailed right past them to a pair of doors nearby.
“Minho, wait,” Yejin called out and stopped him from opening the door. “We can't just barge in. Allow me to handle this.”
Minho’s determination made it difficult for him to back down. He gave Yejin a stubborn glance as he said, “We don't have time for pleasantries, Yejin.”
“No, but storming in there will ruin everything.” From a bag hanging from her waist, Yejin withdrew a blue bottle holding a clear liquid. “Chan and YN will drink this potion, while you remain invisible on your own. Hyunjin and Hannah will distract them for you.”
“You already thought about this,” Minho said, impressed.
“You thought I’d come here without a plan?” she smiled. “Now, you two drink.”
Chan drank half the bottle and you drank the other half. Before your eyes, Chan’s features slowly disappeared until you saw nothing but the opposite wall. Minho, with a snap of his fingers, vanished instantly. Hyunjin brushed your hand with his as he passed you to join Yejin at the pair of doors. The group braced themselves when Yejin knocked on the door and a female voice called for them to enter.
“Yejin, thank goodness you’re here!” the woman cried out, “They won’t let me see him!”
Yejin, Hannah and Hyunjin went further into the room while you, Minho and Chan stayed on the outskirts of the lounge area. The mermaid’s black plaits flowed to her waist, and she wore a bralette made of shining seashells and gems. Like with so many merfolk, rows of tiny conch shells, pearls and opals shone against her dark hair, with ivory bands decorating her long hair. Queen Calypso looked as if she’d been crying for hours, her eyes puffy and red with her lips parted in every sob. Yejin embraced her immediately, causing the queen to cry harder.
“Who won’t let you see him?” she asked tenderly.
“Mizu and that sea witch he brought with him,” she sobbed. “He told me he brought her to assess Tytos’s condition and she says he is beyond healing. She said the best thing to do was help him along to The King’s Hall, an-an-and they won’t let me say goodbye!”
You listened to the queen’s heartache with stinging eyes. The pair won’t even let her see him off into the afterlife. It reminded you once again of the people who lost their loved ones so tragically during the war. You recalled the friends you’d made who died in battle, never able to give a last goodbye. Alcina and Mizu would rob her of this to fulfill their devious plan; the plan that killed several mermaids and took their dignity from them.
‘I, Multak of the Fire Clan, pledge my life and my sword to The Mar. I will be the shield who guards the innocent from the damned. I will be the sword who punishes the wicked and the cruel. I swear it from this day and all the days yet to come.’
Even if you no longer lived in The Mar, you’d made a vow for life.
“They cannot bar The Queen from seeing her husband,” you heard Yejin say firmly. “Calypso, you are Queen of the Seven Seas. You are wife to the Great King, and mother to his children. You are The People’s Queen. Mizu is only an advisor, and he has no authority to tell you where you can and cannot be. Come with me. We will see Tytos together.”
She glanced in your direction, linking her arm with Calypso’s and opening the bedroom doors. Right away, you followed the group inside.
“Your Majesty,” Mizu stood at the foot of the bed, stunned by her sudden appearance, “And Lady Yejin. I told you that your services are no longer-”
“-Shove it, traitor,” Yejin snapped. “Her Majesty wishes to see her husband. She is allowed that right.”
“She will disturb my healing process, Lady Yejin.”
Alcina stood on the other side of the bed, bent over the king with her hand on his forehead. You heard his faint groaning from the stone bed, seeing his body more malnourished than the last time. Calypso let out a tearful gasp, covering her mouth at the sight of her dying husband. Alcina was who you truly studied: lean, tall and pale, black scales went from her shoulders to the eight tentacles keeping her upright. The markings on her arms and chest swirled were the swirling patterns of the water clan. Unlike your bright markings, hers were pure black. She no longer carried demonic magic, but you spotted a glowing crystal hanging from her neck. A totem for magic. Every inch of you burned seeing the small horn stumps that once resembled ram horns. You were right. Alcina was an exile.
“Healing process?” Yejin gave the king a quick look over, “He doesn’t seem to be healing to me.”
“It’s a transition spell,” she lied. “It’ll help him pass painlessly to the next life.”
“And who gave you the authority to murder our king?” Yejin snapped.
“I did,” Mizu said. “I spoke with the other advisors, and we all agreed it is best for His Majesty to be given a merciful death. This is what is best for him.”
“Best for him or best for you?”
“I don’t gain any pleasure from witnessing this, my lady, but would you prefer Tytos continues to suffer?”
“He is only suffering because of you and this witch you’ve forced upon us,” she spat back at him.
“And what would your remedy be, my lady?” Alcina drew. “No meager potion or minor spell will heal him.”
“No, but I can heal him just fine, Witch.”
Minho clicked his fingers and he appeared beside Yejin. You saw the faintest glow of black and purple lingering over his fingertips like a baseball. Rage burned through the young fairy’s body, his magic threatening to spill over if pressed enough. You already saw him holding the black crystal in his hand, and knew with a quick flick of his wrist he’d get the job done. A brush of water went past you; Chan must be positioning himself behind Mizu. Alcina was all yours.
By her hesitation, Alcina did not expect to see Minho or Hyunjin ever again.
“On behalf of Queen Calypso and The Sea Council,” Yejin said, “I sentence you and your witch-”
“-I am no mere witch, sea scum!” Alcina snapped. “I am far greater than any mortal witch amongst you.”
“You are a witch,” Hyunjin hissed. “A witch who throws innocents into Pontus’s pit unjustly,” Hyunjin continued for her. “A witch who has been poisoning the king’s mind for months. A sea witch who orchestrated several merfolk slayings, predator attacks and pirate raids. We know who you are, Alcina, and you do not scare anyone here.”
Alcina cackled, “How cute. Where is Multak then, hm? I imagine the little fire brat died fighting our leviathan. I always told my master she wasn’t as strong as she seemed.”
You swam around the bed. Her words alone acted like wind fueling a kindling fire. You stood behind her, gripping your sword tightly in both hands. Already, the invisibility potion started wearing off. You must have not drunk enough to last as long as before. Good. You wanted her to see you.
“That’s where you’re wrong,” he smirked, “YN’s not dead.”
“Oh? Then where is she?”
“Right here,” you said from right behind her.
Alcina whipped around, her eyes narrowed and searching the air around her for you. “Invisibility,” she scoffed, “Of course you’d use that. Dranesh always said you fire demons were bad with invisibility. You’re too brash and loud. Come out of the shadows, you little-”
“Silence, deserter.”
Your invisibility melted away when you thrust your sword into her belly. Runes burning like coals, the dragon fire in your blade seared her skin and sizzled her insides. Alcina, eyes wide and mouth blowing air bubbles in every scream, tried pushing you from her but failed each time.
“What was your real name?” you asked her in a growl, pushing it further into her. When she did not answer, you repeated, “What is your real name, oathbreaker?!”
“Ran-Rannuth…”
“Rannuth of the Water Clan,” you said, “You are charged with treason, murder, interfering in mortal matters and breaking your exile restrictions. I sentence you to death.” You moved closer to her as her body began dematerializing from you, “May The Blind One have no mercy on you.”
Withdrawing your sword from her torso, you watched Alcina gradually turn into seafoam in front of you. Your sword dimmed as its power faded away, but your own rage continued to burn. With one glance over at Mizu, you saw the terror instantly flush his face. This brief distraction was enough for Chan to hold a knife to his neck.
“Wha-wh-what?!” Mizu shrieked, looking frantically at each of you as Chan restrained him. “No, no, wait, wait!”
“Mizu Tanaka, you are charged with treason and conspiracy to commit treason,” Calypso sniffed, standing up straight with her head up high. “Guards, seize him.”
Chan only released Mizu when two guards clapped chains on his wrists. “Your Majesty, please!” Mizu cried, “Please, I was only thinking of the realm. I was thinking of you! Please, don't do this to me!”
“You only thought about yourself,” she glared, “You have plagued this family long enough. Take him away.”
“Calypso! Calypso, I only ever had love for you-” Mizu began to say as the guards dragged him from the room, “I only thought about your happiness! Do not do this to me! Please!”
You watched him be led from the room. Your markings glowed bright orange, hot to the touch and steaming in the water. Only the gentle touch of Chan’s carefully placed hand took you out of yourself.
“Talk about getting heated, huh?” He said.
“Shut up,” you said, embarrassed suddenly.
“Tytos!”
Hyunjin’s voice caught everyone’s attention, and you all turned to the bed. The king, frail and skeletal, began convulsing on the bed. His moans gurgled and a purple fluid seeped from the sides of his mouth. Minho didn't need to be told to act. He moved the queen and Yejin aside and pressed the black crystal to the king's forehead.
“Replenish thy mind and embrace the light,” he said strongly, holding the stone to the infection site, “Replenish thy mind and embrace the light….”
At first, the king continued seizing and frothing at the mouth.
“Replenish thy mind and embrace the light!”
A bright white light broke through the cracks in the stone. The rays directed themselves over Tytos’s face as Minho continued his mantra. Tytos’s head swished back and forward, feral growls coming from his throat while spitting more purple tinged foam. You saw his nails dig into the stone bed underneath him while the gem shone brighter on him. Whatever possessed him fought hard to stay inside. Tytos’s body went completely rigid, bones and skin stretched far, and let out a high scream; he whipped and resisted Minho’s words, but Minho held on strongly.
“Please!” you heard Calypso cry, “Please, Tytos!”
“Replenish thy mind and embrace the light!”
“Please, my love, fight it!” Calypso cried, tears in her eyes, “Please! Fight! Ormand would want you to fight it, love,” she came to his side, touching one of his trembling fists. “Arielle, Arista, Ronan and Kenn…They want to see their father. They miss you, beloved. You must fight this beast inside, and see them again. I wish to see you again.”
Words of love and a gentle touch made the beast fight harder, but you saw the cloudiness in his eyes slowly fading away. A healthy pink complexion came back as the stone’s light started absorbing the dark sickness.
“Tytos,” she called to him, “Tytos, please. Come back to me. Come back.”
His fidgeting softened as the last few wisps of the possession left him. Face full of color and eyes clear as day, the king groaned and gasped at the very last trickle. He stared around the room at everyone, confusion furrowing his thick eyebrows. You saw the question sitting on his tongue, but he did not say it out loud. It was when he looked upon his wife that a bit of clarity came to him. He touched her warm cheek with a pruned finger, and gazed over her soft, round features.
“I know your face…” he said in a raspy voice, hoarse and thin. “I know you…”
“It’s me, Tytos. It’s your Calypso.”
“Calypso,” he breathed out her name, and tears trickled down his temples. “Oh, my precious pearl…Where-Where am I?” he gazed around the room again, “Who are all these people?”
“Your Majesty,” Yejin bowed, as did the other two, “There is much for us to explain, but it is best you rest-”
“-What happened to me?” he asked, a bit of fear in his voice. “Where am I?”
“You’re in the royal palace,” Yejin answered, “Your ancestral home of Hydrus. You were possessed, Your Majesty. Mizu and a sea demon manipulated your mind, and you were near death before we arrived.”
Tytos looked at her with confusion, then turned to his wife, “Who is Mizu? Wha-What is she talking about?”
“I think you all should go,” Yejin said to the rest of you. “His Majesty needs time and rest.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Yes, my lady.”
“Yes, Mama.”
Everyone aside from Yejin moved into the next room. You felt empty, as you always did after bounties like this. Plopping down on one of the couches, elbows went onto knees as you covered your face with your hands. Alcina was not the first exile you’d killed, and likely wouldn’t be the last. Yet, truly murdering one of your own left you with a melancholy feeling that didn’t wash off quickly enough. The adrenaline and fire that coursed through you refused to settle down; you rubbed your eyes until you saw blotches of darkness and took a deep breath. The others began discussing the next move: calling the advisors, informing the public of what transpired, and someone collecting the dead leviathan underneath the palace.
You needed a drink and a pretty boy to make you feel something again.
“Hey, Snake Slayer,” a voice pulled you from your thoughts, “Still burning inside?”
Hyunjin sat beside you, looking more beautiful than ever even with his injuries. The wounds given to him seemed to heal faster than they might on normal human skin, but the cuts remained visible to you. They looked strangely lovely on him. It added more charm to what he already had.
“It’ll die down eventually,” you breathed.
‘You’d betray your own kind, Multak? We are made of the same fire and stone. You’d kill your brothers and sisters based on foolish vows. You’d slay your own people in defense of those who’d rather kill you than respect you.’
You blocked out Nor’goth’s voice once more.
“I can imagine that hadn’t been easy to do,” Hyunjin said. When you gave him a quizzical look, he continued, “Having to kill someone you might’ve seen as one of your own once. Alright, so she was exiled after the war and therefore not really a demon anymore, but killing still isn’t pleasant.”
“But it's necessary sometimes,” you admitted. “If I hadn't killed her, she would've found a new person to control somewhere else.”
Hyunjin slipped his hand over yours, and said softly, “Still, it's not enjoyable.”
Hyunjin then hummed the same song he'd sung in the pit. It soothed you enough to turn when the door opened. Yejin and Calypso stood together, grinning softly at the group.
“How is he, Yejin?” Minho asked her first.
“It will be a slow process,” she said, “But with proper treatment and time, he will recover. I believe we came just in time; if we'd delayed any longer, Tytos wouldn't be with us right now.”
“I wanted to thank you,” Calypso sniffled, “For saving my husband.”
“It's what we do, Your Majesty,” Chan bowed his head. “What will you do about Mizu? Tytos isn't well enough to be sentencing anyone at the moment.”
“That will be up to the advisors and myself,” she said, “Since Ronan is only seventeen, he isn't of age to take his father's place. But, I assure you that Mizu will be dealt with to the fullest extent.”
“He was connected to crimes on the mainland, Your Majesty,” Chan intervened. “He commanded the pirates to poach merfolk for their scales and tails. They washed up on our shores which means he crossed jurisdictions.”
“You're free to attend his trial, Sheriff,” Calypso told him. “Mizu will answer for any and all crimes he committed.” She gave a playful smirk, “And so is your demon companion or has Alcina already been sentenced where you're from?”
“I killed her, Your Majesty,” she turned to her. “Demons can only die by dragon fire. That's what my sword is made from. But, my sword works just as well on traitors of all races.”
“We have our own executioner, Multak,” Yejin said, and this name caught Calypso's ear.
“This is Multak?”
You stood up, “Yes, Your Majesty.” You already sensed where this was going.
“Yejin, you weren't lying,” Calypso said to her, yet kept her eyes on you. “She truly is a hero.”
“I wasn't the only one there,” you said immediately. “Minho is the best with magic, and if Hyunjin, Hannah, and Yejin hadn't distracted the leviathan, I would've been its dinner. Chan helped me take the thing down too.”
“And modest,” Calypso said. “Once again, thank you. You all have saved my kingdom and my family. We would have been lost without your help.” When you all bowed to her, she continued, “Forgive me, but I must go inform the advisors of what has happened. We need to discuss our next step as soon as possible. Yejin, I trust you'll be there.”
“Of course, Your Majesty.”
Calypso left the room, and Yejin turned to Chan. She stood there a few seconds, taking him in and he began speaking before she interrupted him.
“Oh, my baby boy!” she rushed at him, embracing him tightly.
“Ma!”
“My precious pearl, oh!” She started smothering him in kisses, which Chan tried pulling away from. “Oh, you scared me half to death when you fought that thing! I thought being a small town sheriff wouldn't be so dangerous! Oh, Channie!” She saw Hannah a foot away, and pulled her in too, “And my sweet angelfish! Hannah, you could've gotten killed getting near that thing! I told you to stay in the shop!”
“Ma! Ma, you can let go now!” Chan squeaked as she hugged him tighter. “Mama!”
Minho and you exchanged amused glances, then he tackled you and Hyunjin. “Oh, YN! Our little lava rock, you're so brave!”
You laughed, hugging him back, “That leviathan was so dangerous! It could've eaten you! Hyunjin, being a whale navigator shouldn't be so dangerous! You could've died!”
“Oh, Minho, you're so smart and strong for using that rock! Such a smart man, you are!”
The three of you laughed in the face of Chan and Hannah’s red cheeks. Finally breaking apart, Yejin addressed the group. It will take several weeks to fully restore the kingdom and arrange a trial for Mizu. In the meantime, you all could go home and get prepared for Founder’s Day. Chan and Minho started planning the moment everyone dispersed; Hannah went with her mother to see the advisors and Calypso. This left you alone with the prettiest face you ever did see.
“And then there were two,” Hyunjin said, that familiar glint in his eyes.
“And then there were two,” you agreed, unable to look at anyone but him.
When he swam to you, his tail waved behind him and you saw how it shimmered in the light. Hyunjin said nothing as he pressed his lips to yours; his hands slid up to your neck, holding you there to easily open your mouth with his own. The strange sensation of kissing underwater came back to you the longer you kissed, your breath coming through gills instead of your nose. This only made it easier to kiss Hyunjin longer. Your hands wrapped around his slim torso and brought him closer. His smooth scales allowed your fingers to slide further up his back and keep him closer to you. Every soft hum Hyunjin gave broke your barriers, washing away pain and memory.
“Come with me,” Hyunjin breathed, his forehead pressed to yours and eyes still closed.
“Anywhere.”
Hyunjin did not hesitate to take you from the front room down the hall. Nobody stopped you as he brought you into a room that might have once been a conservatory. Some glass panes still held up, but others became covered by coral reefs and plant life wrapped around them. A kelp forest covered the high ceiling, while more plants stayed growing out of the cracks on the floor and blossoming from the walls. Being on a higher level of the palace, in the daytime it must get much more light than the rest. Yet now, you only saw blackness with flickers of moonlight from above. The fish lanterns made Hyunjin glow like candlelight, and you brought him into your embrace right away.
On a bench underneath colorful purple coral and white plumed anemones, Hyunjin pressed you down and settled between your thighs. Excitement burned in your loins once his tail brushed your core, matching the hands slipping underneath your bra. All the adrenaline from the bounty turned from anxiousness into hunger; the kind of hunger that started slow in the gut and gradually pushed further down. Sliding your bra above your breasts, you let out a soft moan as full lips latched to your nipple. You kept your hands on the back of his head and neck, letting them get entangled in his black strands. You whimpered softly watching him cup and kiss your breasts, slashing his tongue over each one while he grinded into you. You heard sex with merfolk was an interesting experience, and you’d dive straight into it.
The heat rose between you once his hand touched your core. Long fingers massaged the throbbing center in languid circles through layers of underwear and pants. You wished you’d worn even less clothing. It only served to get in your way. Hyunjin’s lips found yours again as he removed those layers, letting your pants float away while he pushed your panties aside.
“Hyunjin…” you breathed his name, eyes falling closed as his fingers danced around your aching clit.
“Just relax,” he moaned against your neck, “Let me take care of you.”
“Not your first mainlander, huh?” you joked, which was then cut off by a thumb running over your clit.
“Of course not.”
You both shared a laugh, and soon enough he slipped a digit inside you. His soft panting became a sound you embedded in your ear drums; his hard body and long limbs would be mapped out in your memory forever. Hyunjin’s touch stoked fires inside you that rarely saw ignition. You rocked yourself needily into his hand, gripping his shoulders and whining in his ear. A hardness pressed against your inner thigh, and you discovered exactly where it came from. Pushing up on it, Hyunjin grunted into your mouth when he brought you into another kiss.
His cock was like nothing you’d felt before. From how it stretched you nicely, filling you to the brim, he would’ve split a normal woman in two. One arm wrapped around his neck, and the other around his waist, you and Hyunjin met in the middle in every thrust. The obvious bumps underneath his length added extra pleasure and the thin tip tickled against your g-spot each time. When he rolled you around, much easier in the water, you let yourself be impaled by his long length. Hands on his chest, you bounced up and down on him while he bit his lower lip to suppress his whimpers. His tip pushing right into your core, his thumb circling your clit, your body started trembling on top of him. Your fingers, sharp and black, made triangular marks on the soft parts of Hyunjin’s chest, drawing snips of blood. The need fueled your movements.
Were you above the surface, your orgasm would’ve been heard. Yet, in this secluded greenhouse, only Hyunjin saw you quake and stiffen as you came. Hyunjin’s moans drew you into him, a song as sweet and tempting as he was. The pleasure coursing through your body replaced the adrenaline high, spilling euphoria into you like a drug. As Hyunjin reached his orgasm, his cock started vibrating deep inside you. You almost heard it humming, and it had you rutting against him like an animal. Putting one of his hands on your breast, Hyunjin squeezed it as you rode out your orgasm with him. A specific type of heat spurted over your walls, with its stickiness distinct from the water around you. Hyunjin’s body arched in his climax, moans calling up into the ceiling as he came. Rather than push faster, it paralyzed him so he only came to your clenching walls milking him.
Collapsing onto Hyunjin, you both took several slow breaths through your abdomens. Pure relief glowed around you, and you felt a sense of triumph at this newest venture.
“So?” Hyunjin sneered.
“Let’s just say, I’ll face another leviathan if it means I get to have you again.”
Snickering, the two of you kissed again and embraced underneath the forest of green kelp and coral.
*****
You met Chan and Minho back on Jack’s boat a little while later. Refreshed and energized by your romp with Hyunjin, you gave them a satisfied smile. However, their faces fell and jaws dropped when they saw you.
“What?” you asked, taking a towel from nearby and starting to dry yourself off. Thoughts of Hyunjin’s sweet lips stayed implanted in your mind.
“Where in the blessed light are your pants?” Minho asked in disbelief.
“Hm, somewhere off at sea, I imagine,” you snickered. Doing your best to dry off your hair, you looked to see them both still staring. “Maybe a fish has already made them his home.”
“You fucked my cousin, didn’t you?” Chan asked, hands on hips. In all fairness, his tank top stuck to him like a second skin; the water made it nearly see-through. Once again, you forced yourself to look at him directly.
“Psh, since you asked,” you snorted, “Yeah, I did. I think I deserved a little something extra after nearly getting eaten by a sea snake.”
Chan did not appear judgemental like most men who heard you speak that way. He kept his eyes focused on you in the same flustered way you did to him. Briefly, you wondered how warm Chan might feel compared to his cold-blooded cousin.
“Damn demons,” Minho chuckled, shaking his head and going to start the boat.
As it took off, you let the ocean breeze dry off most of your body. You felt Chan’s eyes still on you from afar. He didn’t like hearing about you and Hyunjin, and you attributed that to them being related. Perhaps Chan suspected you would, just not so soon. You hadn’t expected it either, but you aren’t regretful. But, something about his soft eyes turning stone and sad bothered you.
“It’s not like we’re in love,” you heard yourself say to him as the boat reached the docks of Levanter Bay. “It was a one time thing. It’s kind of like doing it after a run or a fight. It happened and it’s over.”
“Um…okay?” Chan said, confused by your outburst.
“I’m just saying it didn’t mean anything to me or him.”
“Which is fine.”
“Yeah…”
You nodded and then turned away from him. You were the first to step off the boat when Minho docked at Levanter. Due to it being well past midnight, you didn’t see a soul when you stood on the wooden dock. Minho and you started forward towards town while Chan took a right.
“See y’all tomorrow,” he said wearily.
“See you, Chan,” Minho nodded, going ahead of you.
“Night.”
You watched him head eastward from the docks, and guessed that the sheriff of Levanter didn’t live in his station house. When you and Minho reached town, he then said:
“Well done, demon. You’ve saved another city from ultimate ruin.”
“It’s starting to become my brand,” you chortled.
“That and leaving a string of admirers in your wake,” he gave you a sideways glance.
“Oh hush,” you pushed him gently, laughing.
“You should’ve heard Eric Nam talking about you when you left,” he chuckled. “He didn’t know whether to be horny or scared.”
“Oh please,” you scoffed.
“Minho! Thank the Light you’re okay!”
Han bursted out of the station, a relieved smile on his face as he jumped into Minho’s embrace. You watched the two friends relish in each other’s arms before turning around. You reached the inn, which remained dark and quiet so far into the night. Changbin and Wooyoung are likely fast asleep by now. On the banisters and railings you saw the blue and gold streamers of Founder’s Day decorations. All around the town, you saw similar tidings in flower garlands over doors and flags hanging out of windows. They’d already set up Felix’s outdoor stage, and the various areas for the different in-town competitions. You even saw Seungmin’s family had placed a special one-day sale sign at the door. Founder’s Day might only be three days away, but everyone prepared like it’d be tomorrow. You heard a horse’s hooves ride off as you entered the inn, prepared for a long sleep.
*****
“Can’t take my charm, can’t take my humor. Can’t take my wealth, ‘cause it’s just a rumor…”
Felix and his band carried through the market square as you stepped out into the warm morning air. Three days have passed since the events in Hydrus, but you still felt a twinge of soreness straining your arms. You definitely knew you couldn’t shake the smell of the sea or the taste of Hyunjin’s lips. A trip back to the underwater kingdom came to you, then you realized how that might look to others. It’s always saddest when a pretty face can’t be revisited. The faint scent of food made your stomach growl, and before you could move from the steps, someone came your way.
“You just gettin’ up, young lady?” Mrs. Young huffed, coming to you with a small pie plate. “Just like y’all young folk to be sleeping the day away, especially on the important ones.”
“It’s only noon.”
“And you missed the opening ceremonies and the hoop-race, so you best be happy with yourself,” she handed you the pie. “Here, eat this. It’ll fill that belly of yours.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
She huffed again, then continued walking towards a nearby vegetable stand. You didn’t hesitate to dig into the chicken pot pie, the gravy hot on your tongue and chicken savory and delicious. It certainly filled the emptiness in your stomach. Staring around, you watched the children playing with sticks and hoops, and others playing with a ball. Dr. Yang Jeongin stood in a hanbok of pale blue and gold making flower crowns out of thin air for people to wear. Seungmin stood outside his family’s mercantile, handing out popcorn and candy bags. Honey contently sat nearby, relishing in the pats and scratches children and adults gave her. Changbin and Wooyoung served drinks nearby, everything from their best ale to water.
“Afternoon, Honey,” you smiled through a mouth full of flaky crust. The bear gruffed, then put her head up against the small werewolf petting her side.
“Look who just woke up,” Changbin beamed. He caught sight of the pie plate, “Mrs. Young found you, huh?”
“And scolded me for daring to sleep past six in the morning,” you said. You took the ale he passed you with an appreciative nod, and used it to wash down the pie.
“I heard you and our sheriff saved an underwater kingdom from being taken over by a crazy sea witch a few days ago,” Wooyoung said from behind him, putting out fresh bread rolls to go with the drinks. “Is there anything you can’t do, YN?”
“Open heart surgery,” you snickered, polishing off the rest of the pie. “It was only a job.”
“A job that helped a whole bunch of people,” he said. “I know if I ever get into a bind, I’m calling you.”
You laughed, “If you have the gold for it.”
“Will you settle for cinnamon bread?” he pouted, holding a basket of the soft sweet bread in front of you. “I’m good for it, I swear.”
“Hm,” you took one of the breads, biting into the softness to taste the cinnamon and glaze on top. Nodding thoughtfully, you said, “I suppose a deal can be struck.”
You gave him a wink and walked away. You saw Minho and Han underneath a nearby tree.. While Han still wore his deputy uniform, Minho changed into a gold and green jacket tied at his chest with pants that bunched around his ankles. Hanbok, the traditional attire of faefolk. He grinned when you approached.
“Where’s your badge, Deputy?” you joked, nudging him.
“At home. I’m just Minho today. Also,” he glanced at Jeongin, “Certain fae around here have been noting my ‘human attire’ lately.”
You smirked, “I didn’t think Dr. Yang bothered you.”
“He doesn’t,” he straightened up. “Besides, this is way more comfortable for my wings.”
“Alright, sure, Deputy.”
“Are you joining the archery contest, YN?” asked Han, munching on nuts and berries from a small pouch. “Or the wrestling match?”
“Nah,” you shook your head. “Not really for me. I was thinking about the pie tasting though. Mostly because the pies look insanely delicious.”
“They are!” he nodded, “Mr. Yoon makes a mean pecan pie. It’s one of my favorites.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
The three of you discussed the pie entries while the town enjoyed their special day. It made you reflect about Hydrus, which was minutes away from ruin before you arrived. Jinyoung might have burned Levanter Bay to the ground if you and your friends had not stood in his way. The image of a burning Levanter bothered you. You admitted the little town started growing on you.
You sort of liked the place.
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A/N: aaand that is it for episode 2 of The Drifter! I hope you guys enjoyed this newest one, and stick around for the other episodes still to come <3 Thanks so much for reading, and feel free to like and reblog <3
#stray kids#stray kids fanfiction#stray kids fanfic#hwang hyunjin#hyunjin x reader#hyunjin x you#bang chan#lee minho#han jisung#kpop#stray kids smut#the drifter series
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So I'm eager to write things other than sfw alphabets. I've got some mini fics in mind but I'm low on ideas, so any suggestions/requests for scenarios, headcanons and fillets are welcome.
#destiny 2#headcanon#cayde 6#x reader#uldren sov#destiny 2 crow#sfw headcanons#the crow#the crow destiny#zavala#ikora rey#the drifter
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i need more abt voyeur drifter Bruce plzzz !!
:) join me in thinking about him spying on you one night like always, having a little peek at how you’re doing as he heads out for the night but is very surprised to catch you in the throes of self pleasure, barely breathing as he watches you grind against your hand, your fingers
bruce knows he should look away, knows he has places to be, know he shouldn’t be getting so turned on by the sight of you getting off but it’s almost painful to tear his eyes away, he’s never seen something…someone so beautiful, so vulnerable and unaware how intoxicating you are to him
the image of you bare, legs spread wide, body curling and tensing, it’s burned into his memory, and all he can think about it how pretty you must sound if the visual affected him this much….yeah!! need him!
#voyeurism tw#drifter!bruce wayne#bruce wayne x reader#the batman headcanons#bruce wayne headcanons#bruce wayne smut#battinson x reader
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— THE DRIFTER. (POSTPONED)
𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬. In which a girl with void like powers awakes from her domain and finds herself helping an old grumpy friend in stopping doomsday from an apocalypse... In her 16 year old body!?!
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. Five Hargreeves x fem!reader
𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬. ongoing, in the process
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. Slow burn, action, action, comedy
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ
i. We only see each other at weddings and funerals. (part 1) (part 2)
ii. Run Boy Run
iii. Extra Ordinary
iv. Man on the Moon
v. Number Five
vi. The Day That Wasn't
vii. The Day That Was
viii. I Heard A Rumor
ix. Changes
x. The White Violin
𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 23rd March 2023
𝐀/𝐧. Hiyooo~☆!!! Welcome to my 2nd series fanfic which I hope i won't abandon :') updates will be slow but i rlly hope people will enjoy this fic ദ്ദി˶ｰ̀֊ｰ́ )
© astrididi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my work and / or headers for my fics! ♡
THIS SERIES HAS BEEN TRANSFERED TO @winterrn1ght
#ᓚᘏᗢ The Drifter#number five#five hargreeves x you#five hargreaves x reader#tua five#five hargreeves#the umbrella academy#the umbrella academy x reader#Tua#tua x reader#tua x you#tua x y/n#honkai impact x reader#honkai x reader#hi3 x reader#tua s1#tua s2#tua s3
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Hello, can I get Shaxx and Drifter from Destiny with a reader who is really shy, and their like the type of person where if you flirt to them, they will just die on the spot, sorry if this is dumb
Look, my requests are closed for a reason. I have a job, and I am in uni xD but I am a sucker for the Drifter, so I'll let it slide this time.
The Drifter
the first time you system reboot in front of him he grins like the cat who caught the canary
he will purposely try and fluster you
usually, it's just a flirtatious line or a really shitty pickup line
but sometimes he comes up from behind while you're talking to someone he trusts and hugs you or grabs your ass
he won't do it around anyone though, because he'd rather not get you mixed up in the shit show that is his existence
he'll wink at you in Gambit
if you're good at Gambit he'll make a comment during pre-match about your skill, warning the enemy team
he abuses private comms during matches and will say the raunchiest things intended to make you flustered (to give the enemy team a chance, of course)
Shaxx
he usually greets you with "there's my favourite guardian!" but he's not doing it to intentionally fluster you
he's simply trying to build up your tolerance to flirting so he can give you more PDA
he loves PDA because he loves being able to show off his stunning s/o
he thinks it's rather cute when you get super flustered, but he also knows it's kind of cruel so he eases you into PDA and flirting
when you're confident enough to not combust on the spot, he'll get a bit stronger with his flirting
during crucible matches, however, he gets super excited and forgets himself so expect 98% of what he says to be super enthusiastic flirting
#the drifter x reader#lord shaxx x reader#lord shaxx#the drifter destiny#destiny 2#destiny 2 headcanons
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Sooooo I may be a little in love with Drifter 🥺 because of that could we possibly get "your body was made for mine" or "i'll take good care of you, i promise." Whichever you think fits him more (or honestly any other of the prompts I'll take any of em!)
DEEJA!!! I'm just as excited by this ask as the day you submitted it, and I'm still just alandjsjamal over the fact that you asked for my boy Drifter!! I hope this feeds the brainrot <3
Favors and Promises
Summary: After returning from a long campaign, Drifter has only one thing on his mind.
Warnings: 18+ minors get away; f!reader x OC Captain Drifter, oral (f receiving), some slight angst, quiet yet intense feelings, I'm feral for this man & he's from my own brain
Word Count: 717
A/N: Three smut drabbles in one night! no idea where this all is coming from but I won't complain. if you'd like to learn more about Drifter, you can read here, here, and here!
Drifter stands at the edge of your bed, still in his full kit of armor. Only his helmet is removed, tucked under his forearm, propped on his hip. The scuffed forest green paint makes your heart squeeze for a moment, your perceptive eyes picking out all the new scratches and missing flakes of paint that catalog all the near misses he had on this latest deployment. At the very least, his face seems free of any new scars; his eyebrow piercing glints dully just the same. But the ache in your chest only soothes when he tilts his head, his dark gaze catching yours. His eyebrows lift in a silent question.
“Missed you,” is all you say. It’s all you can say—there are not enough words to express how grateful you are that he’s returned to you.
The ghost of a smile graces his features. He’s tired, that much you can tell; but there’s something else lingering in his glimmering amber eyes, something deeper, hungrier, that makes your blood thrill.
“Drifter?” you say, voice hushed, barely audible over the rushing of the incessant Coruscanti skylane traffic.
“Sarad,” he hums. “Can I ask a favor of you?”
Pushing yourself away from the snuggly cocoon of pillows and blankets, you sit up a little straighter. The low rumble of his voice washes over your skin with a shiver. You’re certain the goosebumps that erupt over your bare arms has nothing to do with the arousal pooling in your belly, and everything to do with the chill of the conditioned air.
“Of course, love.” You offer a smile.
He appraises you for a moment in silence. The longer he remains still, the shallower your breathing becomes. His gaze trails down your form, lingering on your bare shoulder where your shirt has slipped down and on your parted thighs where you sit cross-legged. You watch the subtle way he shifts his stance that can only mean one thing—and sure enough, his codpiece doesn’t quite lay flush as it should.
“Let me make you cum on my tongue,” he finally says. “Please.”
Your lips part in a gasp of “oh,” and then you nod frantically, shoving the sheets out of the way. Drifter doesn’t even bother to remove any of his armor, just sets his helmet on the ground with a soft thud before crawling over the bed to you. His lips find yours in a heated kiss, his beard scratching your face in a familiar, soothing burn. You moan into his mouth.
“Missed you,” you repeat, words muffled against his lips, “so much.”
“Me too,” he says. He nudges your face to the side with his nose, then presses hot, open-mouthed kisses down your cheek to your neck. When he laves over the one spot he knows drives you crazy, you arch into him, your hands finally flying to find purchase. One hand buries into his soft curls; the other hastily shoves your sleep shorts down over the swell of your ass.
Drifter nibbles at the juncture of your neck and shoulder as one of his gloved hands trails between your thighs and draws a feather-light trail up your folds. Whimpering, you drag his face back to yours to devour him, teeth clacking together and tongues sliding over one another.
He pushes you firmly onto your back, then pulls away. His eyes are wild with lust; without breaking eye contact, he shuffles down the bed and slings your legs over his pauldrons. The cold plastoid armor makes you hiss, but the discomfort is very quickly forgotten as soon as his hot mouth seals over your pussy and moans.
Fingers tangling in his hair, you catch your bottom lip between your teeth as his tongue darts out to draw light circles around your clit. You dig your heels into his armor, pushing him down into the bed and closer to you.
“D-Drift,” you mumble.
He licks a stripe up your cunt with the flat of his tongue. Already his face bears signs of your arousal, the dark hairs along his upper lip and chin shiny with slick. You whine when he pulls away.
“Shh, shh, mesh’la,” he croons. “I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”
He’s never broken a promise to you before, and he certainly doesn’t intend to start tonight.
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#clone oc x reader#oc x reader#captain drifter x reader#drifter x reader#rhiwrites#rhiplies#oc: Clone Captain Drifter#my ocs#my blorbos#star wars oc
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I just read your O14 fic and thought it was adorable!
Could I please request some good old drifter X reader fluff? Especially if the reader is a hunter and taller then drifter? which isn't hard man's is tiny
Headcanons or fanfic I don't mind!
love this stinky sewer rat man🫶
characters: drifter
tags: fluff, tall! reader, hunter! reader, gn! reader
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You're legally required to stock the shelves and grab anything too high for him to reach.
He doesn't like the fact that he has to crane his neck to look up at you, though he's used to it with all the titans he's been around, but used to it from a hunter.
If you try to use his head as an arm rest, he will bite you.
Though he's not opposed to being carried. Whether it is a bridal carry, piggy back ride, or being held like a sack of potatoes, he's chillin
You're totally the designated big spoon. He likes the feeling of your larger body curled around his.
He steals borrows your clothes, esspically any shirts or hoodies
It's a common occurrence to see him lounging around the Derelict in your clothes.
He's a light bringer, meaning he's pretty strong. If he really needed to, he just yank you down by whatever he can grab to get his kisses in.
He also really likes forehead kisses.
#x male reader#x gender neutral reader#x gn reader#male reader#the drifter x reader#the drifter#destiny 2 x reader#destiny x reader#destiny 2#destiny fic#mlm#gay#gender neutral reader
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Fun Fact on The Batman 2022 : Bruce begins working on the batmobile when he was 17, and takes it out for street racing wearing a drifter disguise and going by “Paul”.
This is canon and from The Batman Prequel Novel.
#bruce wayne#bruce wayne headcanon#bruce wayne imagine#bruce wayne x reader#drifter bruce#alfred pennyworth#gotham#the batman 2022#the batman#dc comics#dc universe#dc movies#batman
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fic where you’re unknowingly sitting nearby drifter bruce wayne on the bus, train, somewhere and you accidentally take his backpack instead of your own and don’t realize it until much much later when you unzip it and is staring at pieces of the batman’s armor at the bottom of the bag...
#eri's ideas#bruce wayne x reader#battinson x reader#batman x reader#yes drifter bruce wayne tracks you down#yes you're stuttering and embarrassed as you try to explain#yes he DOES find you extra cute
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Might be too much in line with I'm on fire.. but what about classic a classic motorcycle riding drifter.. that is more than meets the eye... maybe more monster than man and that's why he drifts... idk if that's enough maybe he's drifted into small town USA and he meets reader at like a Truckstop/ Diner that's across from the one hotel in town and over days of her waiting on him (EDS) they strike something up... spicy.. if you will.. maybe he finds her delectable and she finds him mysterious & charming idk just spit ballin
The Drifter
missed connections
out on the highway
monster!drifter!Eddie x dinerWaitress!Reader
18+ONLY, smut, blood, oral (f receiving), mention of drug and alcohol addiction, mention of physical abuse by an ex, mention of PTSD, emotional trauma, 2 lost souls finding each other, a killing, monsterfuqqing, but it’s also a really sweet, fluffy story if that makes sense. wc: 4.2
A/N: I was so excited to get this ask! I had to really pull back on the length of this story because I could've kept writing it forever and will most likely bring back Eddie The Drifter again in some oneshots. I did a quick re-read, but sometimes I just need to post these before I obsess over them for too long.
(Also, when Eddie is thinking about how "damaged" they both are, that is his perception, not mine. I think they are both perfect.)
Eddie had been drifting for a while. He didn’t want to know anyone, and he didn’t want anyone to know him. He hadn't been the same since the physical and emotional trauma he’d suffered in The Upside Down. Steve took him by the arm once and told him he understood what he was going through—that they all understood—and that he wasn’t alone. Eddie knew Steve and the rest meant well, but they couldn’t understand, and he was convinced no one ever would. Trauma affects everyone differently and for Eddie, it started to turn him into his father, and that was what scared him more than anything. Dark and brooding with a short fuse, there was a beast living inside of him that had not been there before the ordeal with Vecna; or perhaps, it had just been sleeping.
He lost his temper with Dustin once, and at the time, he thought he was having a very normal reaction to the situation. It wasn’t until he recognized the fear in his younger friend’s eyes–the way he backed away from Eddie and put his hands up as if he needed to protect himself—that Eddie knew he had to go. After years of silent struggle and becoming a hermit more and more, he decided to hit the road.
He started out in his van, sleeping in it, getting odd jobs wherever he went, staying in town just long enough to make some money, and then he was in the wind again. He called Wayne from payphones and sent postcards back home to Hawkins once in a while, but not often. In his mind, they were better off without him.
The second year he was on the road, he ended up getting involved with a biker gang and doing some jobs for them that paid well but were on the wrong side of the law. Before the Upside Down, he’d been more of a lover than a fighter. Sure, he had to defend himself a few times, especially from his old man, and he never took shit from people without giving it back, but ever since he almost died, he’d acquired some type of superhuman strength. There was a transformation that happened in him now, fueled by the adrenaline of his rage, and in the past decade, he’d been paid to hurt more people than he could count. The problem was—he’d started to like it.
Eventually, he was able to trade in his van for a Harley FXS 80, and he carried most of his early possessions with him. He put the rest of what he owned in a storage unit in Oregon, and he’d planned to circle back there again one of these days to get it all when he decided to settle down—but years later, he was still on the road. He’d been using his bedroll to sleep out under the stars the past couple nights, but the clouds told him it was about to rain, and he decided he could use a shower and a real bed for the night.
Red River Junction was less than a dot on a map, a truck stop town with a place to eat, a place to sleep, and a place to pump your gas, set right plop in the middle of nowhere. You’d grown up in a town not too far down the highway, and you were still there, in the same trailer your mother left to you when she passed. You worked at both the Sundown Motel part-time, and at Margie’s Diner, and in your free time, you dreamed about leaving town and never coming back.
You heard the rumble of his motorcycle before you saw it; chrome pipes growling to a stop as the rider found a place for his bike in the lot. A motorcycle, or even an entire MC, pulling into the junction was nothing new. You were the only stop for gas and food for a good fifty miles.
You were staring for so long out the window as he dismounted and took his helmet off, that you overflowed the coffee cup you were refilling and the elderly customer scoffed at you. He had long, curly hair tied back in a ponytail and bangs that had grown out just long enough to tuck behind his ears. Black leather jacket, and leather chaps over his jeans. Your attention was immediately drawn to his jewelry: the small hoop piercing in his ear and the chunky rings across his knuckles. My Boyfriend’s Back by The Angels played softly from the jukebox while you made your way to the front to greet him. The kitchen was slammed with only Big Joe behind the grill, and Leslie was the only other waitress, but she was on a smoke break.
You fumbled the big plastic menu in your hand when he took his sunglasses off to nail you with those star-flecked eyes. “Just one for lunch?”
He tucked his sunglasses into the front of his shirt and looked around. “You still serving breakfast?”
“All day long,” you assured him. Seats at the counter were all full, so you offered him a booth, and he slid in without another word or glance in your direction, taking the menu from you with a grunt. You tried not to stare at his scars: the angry, purple one on his neck, and the deep white slash across his chin. His hands were also flecked with scar tissue from various fights, and punching through mirrors every time he hated his own reflection.
50 year old Leslie was tying her apron and chewing gum when you moved behind her to grab a cup and saucer for his coffee. “Another grumpy one,” you whispered over the sound of clinking silverware and scattered conversations.
Leslie raised her eyebrow a few times, resting her elbow on the counter. “Hell, he can get grumpy with me any day.”
Eddie didn’t say much while you waited on him, and you didn’t think he was paying any attention to you, but he saw the way you splashed a bit of vodka into your soda can behind the counter. He also caught the way you used that same liquid to toss back a couple pills you scooped out of your apron pocket just before you turned to grab some hot plates from the kitchen hatch. He didn’t judge you for it or think it was odd being that he’d spent the past ten years trying to find ways to dull his pain.
He thought you were too beautiful for this deadbeat town; too sweet, too kind. He noticed the bruise on your forearm and the vacancy in your eyes and he felt an instant kinship with you: the damaged recognizing the damaged.
When you came to clear his empty plate, he asked you if the Sundown Motel was a decent place to stay. It was the only motel for miles and he didn’t care how decent it was, he just wanted a reason to keep talking to you.
“Sure, it’s great,” you shrugged. “If you like bedbugs and carpets that look like a violent crime took place recently.”
He met your eyes, and there was a moment of levity there that lightened both of your spirits if only for that moment.
“I’m cool with bedbugs,” he brushed his tongue between his lips. “It gets lonely on the road, it’s nice to have some company.”
He told you his name was Eddie after he read yours off of your name tag, and when you came back from seating a table full of seniors who were on a bus tour to the casino, he was gone.
He left you a generous tip, though, and after hours of getting tipped in quarters and loose change, it felt good to have some solid cash in your pocket. His motorcycle was gone too, and you wondered if he’d decided to hit the road or stay the night.
You told yourself to forget about him, that he was just another drifter you’d never see again, but the evening had other plans for you.
You were supposed to have the night off from both jobs, but Susan at the front desk of the motel begged you to come down and work the check-in desk for an hour while she went to pick her kid up. You wished you could say you had some big plans, but that was absolutely not the case, and so you rolled your car up to the back lot behind the dumpsters and changed out of your orthopedic shoes and into something less drab.
You thought it would be an easy hour to space off and read a book, but ten minutes after you clocked in, two guests locked themselves out of their room. It was a two-tier motel, and as you made your way up the concrete steps with the husband and wife in question behind you, fumbling with the keys, you caught sight of Eddie a few rooms down, and your heart jumped into your throat.
He was sitting in the plastic chair in front of the door to his room, smoking a cigarette, stripped down to jeans and a wife-beater. His hair was still wet from his shower, hanging down his shoulders, showcasing the patchwork of scars that covered his flesh.
He didn’t make eye contact, but he saw you. In fact, he knew you were on your way a few minutes before that, because he heard your voice, and it made him stay and light another smoke. He flicked his ash and waited for you to let the couple into their room.
On your way back to the stairs, the soda and snack machine blocked your view, but once you rounded the corner, there he was again.
“Is your room satisfactory, sir?” You put the keys in your pocket and stood tall, pretending to act professional.
Eddie met your eyes then, staring up through his lashes, and one side of his mouth lifted in a smirk. “Disappointed I haven’t found any bedbugs.”
You coughed a laugh, swaying on your feet. “Give it time. They come out at dark.”
Eddie didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but he’d also learned never to miss an opportunity with how transient his life was. His attraction to you was not purely physical, which was a rare occurrence for him.
He shifted in his seat, a silky curl of gray smoke passing from his lips. “Are you free later tonight? Can I buy you dinner?”
Suddenly shy and baffled as to why he’d have any interest, you lowered your chin and shuffled your foot.
“I-I’ve got a boyfriend,” you cringed as you said it. Tony had cheated on you and left you more times than you could count. He took off a couple days ago after he knocked you around, and you had no idea where he was, but you continued to hold onto this strange sense of loyalty for him. Perhaps it was because you were convinced he was the best you could do.
“Did the tough guy do that to your arm?” Eddie asked in a low mumble, his eyes lingering on your bruises.
You covered the marks with your other hand, reflexively. “He’s been under a lot of stress lately,” you always felt like such an idiot when you defended that loser, but you didn’t know how to stop.
“Well,” Eddie smashed the butt in the ashtray by his chair and stood up to full height. One nipple under his white tank was hard, but the other one seemed to be missing. “If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
You were too stupefied to move, you just stood there holding your arm, waiting for him to go back into his room.
But Eddie paused in the doorway and turned to give you one last look. “You deserve a lot better, sweetheart. If he puts his hands on you while I’m around, I’ll fucking kill him.”
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You thought about Eddie’s words for the rest of your shift. When it was over, you drove the ten miles back to your trailer, took a shower, and found yourself driving back to the motel, as if your will was no longer your own.
“What are you even doing?” You hissed aloud to yourself as you parked behind the Sundown in your usual spot. It was dusk now and you accepted the possibility that he’d probably invited a different woman out to dinner by then, but any amount of reasoning couldn’t stop you. You checked the scene first, looking up from the main parking lot to catch the flicker of the tv in his room to let you know he was, indeed, still up there. His motorcycle was safe in its place, too, and you realized you hadn’t even prepared what to say. You were an anxious mess, but you were also hungry for him in a way that was foreign to you.
You hadn’t known much comfort or safety in your life, but you felt those things when you were around Eddie.
After standing at his door for a good 5 minutes, you finally found the courage to knock.
Eddie opened the door while your knuckles were still on the wood. His eyes looked you over, offering a buck of his chin in appreciation. “Well, well. You are a gorgeous bedbug.”
Your cheeks burned hot at the complement. “I had some free time, so I thought I’d just check and see how you were doing, if you have everything you need.”
Eddie braced his shoulder against the door jam, giving you a squint. “So, you came to check on me while you’re off the clock? Damn, that is good service.”
You flexed your hands, forcing a laugh, trying your best not to just turn around and run away.
“Are you hungry?” Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to come in? Cause we can —”
“I’m not hungry.” You answered, bolting inside of his room when he extended his arm as an invitation, before you lost your nerve.
“Neither am I,” Eddie agreed. But, he was craving something else.
He locked the deadbolt and made sure the curtains were closed.
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There were very few words left to be spoken as your lips collided with his, meeting with equal levels of urgency. You kept trying to kiss him deep and desperate while your hand palmed him through his jeans, but he held you off a bit with soft pressure. He cupped your face and caressed your cheek with his thumb while he kissed you, giving individual attention to your top lip and then the bottom one. He kissed down your neck, flicking his tongue out every so often to taste you, making you gasp—you’d never been worshiped with someone's mouth before.
Breathing heavy, he started to unbutton your shirt. “Is this okay?” He asked, wondering how far you wanted to take it.
“Yes,” you gulped. “Please.”
Once you had his shirt off, you bent down to kiss and lick his scars—it was an unspoken act of acceptance that made Eddie’s cock twitch. You weren’t used to being cared for in bed, and Eddie could tell by the way you hurried to push your jeans down and bend over so he could take you from behind.
“Not like that,” he whispered, using strong arms to lower you to the bed while he shimmied your jeans off. He got on his knees and scooped up your hips, nudging your pussy through your underwear with his nose, and then he planted kisses across the wet spot and along your inner thigh. The animal inside of him loved your scent; he wanted to bury himself in it, and he couldn’t help the growl that escaped him.
You fell back on the bed and covered your face with one hand. “Wait, I’m—not many people have done that—I’m not sure how to—”
Eddie finger pulled your underwear to one side, exposing your slippery lips for his tongue to flick. “Do you want me to stop?”
You arched back at the sensation of his mouth on you. “No, no, please don’t stop,” you urged, putting your hand on his head to gently cup his ear, the one with the silver hoop.
He moved away just long enough to pull your underwear all the way down your legs and off, maintaining eye contact with you. He didn’t rush, he took his time, and kissed his way back up your legs to the prize.
The gentle and precise way he swirled his tongue on your clit had you stammering his name with a few curses in between. As his attention to your bundle of nerves built your arousal and it spilled down your slit, he dove his mouth down a few times to taste it and drink you, shivering at the pleasure it gave him. He couldn’t help it, he had to reach down to grab his cock so he could fist it while his mouth brought you closer. The taste of your hormones in your slick had pre-cum wetting his tip already.
Tony had only gone down on you a few times, and he never really seemed to enjoy it. But Eddie was one of those who could eat a peach for hours, as they say.
“Right…there…” you hushed, startled as you felt the wave of an orgasm rise. Eddie zeroed in on that spot with just the right pressure, fluttering his tongue as he sucked. His other hand milked his cock in long strokes, taming the beast from cumming too soon, moaning warm breath against your cunt.
“Eddie!” You cried out just as the release took you and wracked your body, like a spring popping out of a tight coil, unraveling. Eddie pressed his mouth closer to lap you up, feeling your body vibrate as he held your hip in place.
He only broke the seal made by his mouth once you were too sensitive, and your limbs dangled off the bed for a minute, unable to move.
It didn’t take long for you to start coaxing him up on top of you, spreading your legs out, begging for him to be closer. He met your kiss with deep, soul-searching need, and you whined at the sensation of his tip sliding up and down your slick. But, then he hesitated, and pulled up to meet your eyes.
“Inside of me,” you begged, nodding. “I need you inside of me.”
And yes, that was what Eddie wanted too, but now there was another problem.
Eddie’s ears pricked at the sound of footsteps outside the door. He sniffed the air, trying to identify the presence. He slid off of you and stood, watching the door while he pulled his jeans up and zipped his stiff, aching cock into place behind the denim.
Shuffling up onto your elbows, you were about to speak, to ask what was wrong, but Eddie silenced you with a finger to his lips. He tossed your jeans over and motioned over his shoulder for you to put them on in the bathroom.
There was something about the whole situation, and Eddie’s sudden silence, that unnerved you, and so you scampered off the bed as quietly as you could and did as he asked.
There were no lights on in the room, except for the infomercial on the mute TV, but the bright moon illuminated the walkway outside enough for him to catch sight of someone pacing out there.
Finally, there came a heavy knock and a voice.
It was Tony, and he shouted your name. “ARE YOU IN THERE? HUH? You fucking whore!”
You buttoned your jeans and all of the blood ran from your face. Eddie turned his head to look at you. The adrenaline of pure fear pumped through your body as you froze in place.
Eddie put his hand out, motioning for you to stay right where you were, behind him.
Tony pounded on the door again. “YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM ME! One of my guys said he saw you go in here with some fucking dude. IF YOU’RE FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE I’LL KILL YOU, you goddamn bitch!”
By “one of his guys” Tony meant one of the other drug dealers in town, who were generally crawling all over the motel, leeching off of the clientele. Eddie looked deceptively calm as he stood at the end of the bed, breathing slow, and you walked over to grab his arm, to warn him that Tony was a crazy motherfucker, and you’d just go with him so Eddie wouldn’t get hurt.
But Eddie motioned for you to hide, so you did.
“Hold up, man,” Eddie was moving now, heading to undo the deadbolt and you cringed, pushing back as tight as you could between the wall and the bathroom door.
Once the door was unlocked, Tony stood there heaving, looking Eddie up and down. Tony was big in a stocky way, but not big like Eddie, and he enjoyed that flash of fear that lit over his adversary’s eyes at first glance. Sure, the guy had some obvious prison ink, but that didn’t mean shit to Eddie.
“Where is she?” Tony demanded, pushing in.
“Where’s who, man?” Eddie was being so casual about it, and you were trying not to scream.
Eddie shut the door and quietly locked it behind him
Tony’s eyes darted around the room, and then he spun on his heel; his eyes were pinned and doped-out. “Don’t act dumb, man. My fucking girl. Someone said they saw her come up here.”
Tony walked up to Eddie and started poking him in the chest. “Tell me where that fucking whore is before I make you my bitch.”
Nothing could have prepared you for what happened next—for the transformation and the carnage. You witnessed it all through the crack in the bathroom door as if you were watching a horror movie.
Eddie changed, in an instant; the muscles in his shoulders and arms bulged, the teeth in his mouth turned jagged and sharp, and his eyes went completely black. His massive, clawed hand wrapped around Tony’s throat, lifting him up so that his feet no longer touched the ground.
You muffle a scream with your hand, watching Tony gargle and spit, his limbs flailing.
Eddie’s lips stretched to speak around his fangs. “She’s not your girl anymore,” he growled.
Eddie strangled Tony with one hand until he lost consciousness, and then he threw him to the bed like a rag doll, pouncing on top of him. He proceeded to rip his throat open with his teeth; blood squirted on the wall and across the door where you were hiding, misting you in the face.
When he was finished, you made your way out of the bathroom.
Eddie was still a monster as he got off the bed at the sight of your approach. His clawed hands twitched at his sides, his hair dripped with blood, and his skin from nose to chest was bathed in crimson. His black eyes assessed you, waiting for you to scream or try to run—-but you didn’t.
You got close enough to touch him, to run your hand up his chest to feel the blood between your fingers, and then brush some bloody hair behind his ear.
Eddie frowned, wondering why you weren’t afraid of him, wondering why your desire for him didn’t seem to falter.
You parted your lips, watching the red drool drip from his teeth. “Are you okay?"
Your mouths found each other again, tasting the tang of your own blood as one of his fangs pricked your lip. You each did frantic work of unzipping each other’s jeans as Eddie scooped you up to lay you on the floor.
While the last few pumps of blood shot from Tony’s artery, monster Eddie spilled his seed inside of you, throwing his head back with a howl.
Now, there really had been a crime committed in that room, and Eddie would need to be on the road again, gone by daylight.
Maybe this time, you’d be going with him.
#Eddie Munson#Eddie munson fic#Eddie munson monster#monster!Eddie#drifter!Eddie#requests#biker!Eddie#eddie munson oneshot#eddie munson x reader#diner au#truckstop au
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Do you have any Emily Lang relationship headcanons?
Oh, buddy, do I ever.
What a relationship with Emily Lang would be like:
VCD, this art, and Emily herself were all created by sonokido.
TW: none
(A/N: this is just as self-indulgent for me as it is for you, my friend)
The Beginning
First off, the start of your relationship... wasn't exactly a romantic affair.
One day whilst you were hanging out, she just blurted out, "Hey, wanna go out sometime?"
And so you did.
Your first date was just her dragging you along to one of the Drifters' games.
After her team (obviously) won, she'd take you out somewhere to eat in celebration.
Afterwards, she took you home and the two of you did the whole stand-outside-the-door-awkwardly thing, until she finally got up the courage to kiss you.
When the two of you separated, she picked you up (quite literally) and carried you inside, throwing you onto the couch and immediately jumping on top of you, kissing you again.
And again.
The Relationship
First of all, you're gonna be dragged to all of her games from now on.
She wants to impress you, of course, but she also just wants to know that you're there for her.
She is extraordinarily fond of PDA.
She does not care if you're having a conversation, she'll walk up behind you and go "'sup, dork?" while putting you in an affectionate headlock.
If you two are somewhere private, she'll just push you up against a locker and start kissing you.
She gets jealous very easily. If she sees another person making heart eyes at you, she'll hug you from behind and glare at them until they back away. This usually leads to cuddles.
Speaking of which, she is a very good cuddler. Feeling her wrap her arms around you when you both get home from school is an instant stress remover.
Dates for you two will usually consist of some form of physical activity, whether that be hiking, working out, or just strolling around town and talking.
Your first "I love you" is not gonna come easily. Emily isn't good with all this romance stuff, so she's awkward when it comes to the more intimate and mushy stuff.
You'll likely be the one who says it first.
The Drifters have just won a game, and she comes up to you, all excited.
Without thinking, you blurt out that you're proud of her, and you love her.
When she hears those three words, her brain short-circuits for a brief moment before a massive grin breaks onto her face, and she tackles you into a hug, blurting out that she loves you too.
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Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?
Drifter x f!OC (more infos on AO3)
Summary:
“I am done being a drifter, being remembered as the one that got away. I-, fuck, darlin’, I want to be remembered as the one that stayed. The one that stayed with you till my last dying breath – as the man that loved you, ‘spite the odds.“
Both of them got more names than they can count. Some of them were earned, others were chosen. Just another thing none of them could control. Both of them were pawns destined to become more as the web of light and dark untangled, so it makes sense that they gravitate towards each other, right?
Read here:
Little excerpt:
“Have you decided on a name, yet?”
He really hated that question. How could someone come up with a name when the only thing they can think of is the pain in one's own starving body? How was he supposed to focus on coming up with anything but “Shut up, you stupid demon!” when the only thing that got him going right now was the never-ending thirst burning in his dry throat? He loathed that question. There were more important things right now than coming up with a name no one will ever use.
He was alone out here. No one would get to know him, hell, even remember him, if he continued to starve.
#destiny#destiny 2#the drifter#the drifter (destiny)#destiny the game#the drifter x reader#the drifter x oc#the drifter x young wolf#the drifter fanfiction#destiny fanfiction#fanfiction#fanfic#giving the racoon man some love
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