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fairy-hub · 10 months

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“𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐠”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: incubus!sukuna, witch!reader (sukuna's only), monster fucking, double dick, fingering both holes, sukuna cums on you, sukuna's hand mouth and stomach mouth, dacryphilia, mocking, light pain kink (Sukuna’s only), double penetration (anal and cunt), sweet soft choso, reassuring and checking in if your ok, riding, choso has a dick piercing, size kink, daddy/beautiful/little witch, praise

𝐟𝐞𝐲: so after almost starting a bedroom fire with my laptop’s charger I have no laptop for the next however long. So after a lot of tears and some frustration then self care to calm my ass down here we are! Because AIN’T NOTHING GONNA BREAK MY STRIDE AIN’T NOTHING GONNA SLOW ME DOWN OH NO I GOT TO KEEP ON MOVING!!! Also I took Kento out because I’m just not that into him anymore 🤷🏽‍♀️ so it would come across passionless

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

“You’re lucky you're hot." The look of hunger in his eyes made it clear you'd invited a ravenous predator into your home. You want to be his breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert.

It's overwhelming the way Sukuna is fondling, biting, and stretching two of your tight, wet holes with his thick fingers. You're a toy in his large rough hands, laying beneath his massive muscular 8-foot tall stature.

He could easily rip you apart. The power imbalance turns you on as much as the sweet painful pleasure of his hands' mouth biting the soft squishy fat of your breasts. His warm tongues flicks your sensitive nipples. Pleasure and pain are becoming one and the same.

Thick tears trickle down the sides of your face. Sukuna’s smirk spreads, showing his sharp fangs. "You're being such a crybaby after having the audacity to summon me?" You can feel Sukuna's lust growing with your tears. His lust is heavy, intoxicating consuming, and hot, blurring the lines where your emotions lie.

Fucking three thick fingers into your squelching, quivering cunt. He remarks with a groan, "My little witch is an empath?” He has the excitement of someone opening a gift.

“Focus on my lust more, let it mix with your’s and drive you mad. I’ll fuck you till your body can’t keep up and you pass out." Closing his eyes, his jaw-dropping with a loud groan. Your sensitive cunt clenches from seeing his muscular body tremble over you through his large muscular body.

Looking down at you with more hunger than before. "You just keep tasting better." He's stroking your sensitive, puffy clit with his stomach’s tongue. "I can feel how close are as if I'm about to cum." It's getting harder to separate your lust from his. And you don't care to anymore.

The second you allow yourself to plunge into the deep end you're creaming. Squirting for the first time onto his thick fingers. "Feels-feels so gooood! Wanna keep cumming, gonna cum, wanna cum, gonnnnnn!” He groans fucking your spasming, squirting cunt through your peak.

Gliding his fingers out of your ass. Pushing down his pants, stroking one of his thick, tattooed veiny cocks. Urging thick white cum to shoot out onto your belly. "Lucky for you it takes a several times before my cocks go off. Heh I can’t believe you got me off just by cumming. You’re little cock sleeve body was meant for mine." Your eyes widen, your jaw dropping in disbelief. How are both supposed to fit?

Jerking your hips away in overstimulation as his tongue rubs your clit faster. He grabs your thighs firmly holding you in a mating press. "Did you think there would only be one?” He drags his fingers through his thick cum on your stomach.

No wonder he wanted to stretch you out with three fingers to loosen up both your holes. Yet it doesn't stop you from claiming, "You're too big, it's-" He stuffs his cum coated fingers into your mouth.

"Ok and?" He lines both cocks up with your holes, whilst tightening his grasp on your thighs to keep you from going anywhere. “Your slutty little holes are going to take me anyway, and I’m going to fuck them till you’re gapping.” Roughly rocking his hips forward, thrusting both cocks in. Both tips start with a soft round point making it easy for him to glide in.

He slips his fingers out of your mouth to hear your cries from the gradual stretch of his cocks. Getting thicker with each inch till it reaches the knot-like base. Your holes offer resistance too unable to take it just yet.

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

Pushing his boxers down, you bite your lip tensing up beneath him. His pale thick veiny thick pierced cock is beautiful but intimidating. And ever since the first picture you’ve wonder how the warm metal is going to feel inside you.

Choso looks you over, concern etching into his handsome face. A wrinkle forming between his thin brows. His voice is gentle and comforting. “Is this ok? Do we need to stop and cuddle?” But your nervous bubble up all the same.

Glancing to the side, biting your bottom lip. He gently cups your cheek, swiping his thumb, trying to soothe your jumble nerves. You look into his loving purple eyes, the warmth and admiration within them captivating.

Breathing in filling your lungs then breathing out, "Youlookedtoobiginthosepictures." You had amassed a collection of pictures and videos showcasing his beautiful veiny cocky. From cum shot, to jerking off, to pre-cum dripping from his cock you had it all. You’ve gotten off to Choso more times than you care to count.

Refusing to let your nerves stop you now when you so close to having your first time with Choso. "I want you to fuck me, I'm just worried it won't all fit. Or that it will hurt. You’re so big Cho.” His cheeks flush pink, his dark eyes widen, biting into his bottom lip.

Choso leans down, kissing forehead. “How about you ride me beautiful? I’ll only move if you ask.” The answer is easy to give.

“Please daddy.” For the first time nickname slips out effortlessly. His compassionate, caring and understanding nature. Choso gently kisses you groaning loudly. The sound makes your cunt clench around nothing.

Whining aching to have your sensitive cunt filled up. Whilst your nerves trickle into excitement over just how big your boyfriend is. His broad chest and shoulders, well defined abs. His thick, sculpted arms, and muscular thighs. A thick, long heavy being cocks like his is suiting for his stature.

Parting your lips for him to glide his tongue past. Slipping your fingers into his soft, dark hair. He grabs your hips, squeezing your squishy hip’s crease.

Pressing his warm, thick cock to your soft, soaking wet cunt. Rutting his hips, rubbing his warm cock head on your sensitive clit. Breaking away, looking down at you wondering,

Choso is incredibly sexy with his hair down and messy. “Are you sure you want this beautiful?” Reaching between grabbing his cock lining him up. His eyes widen the second his fat head touches your quivering hole.

“Nnn I do! Want you so badly daddy!” Choso glides just the tip in his abs clenching as he restraints himself from thrusting deeper into you. Shifting your hips from the pleasurable stretch of his cock head gliding inside. You can feel the soft ridges line of his cock head slipping inside you.

“Darling, you’re so wet and soft.” Picking you up by your hips, without moving you on his cock Choso carefully switches positions. Placing you on top his lap, straddling his thighs, loosening his grasp on your hips.

Rocking your hips, focusing on the feeling is his warm cock head stretching your cunt. “That it’s beautiful, take your time taking Daddy’s big cock. You going so good. You feel so good!” He clenches your hips, digging his heels into the bed.

Getting used to being so split open, just his cock head alone feels too good. Rocking your back back, splaying your fingers on hus “Daddy! I wanna be stuffed full of your beautiful, thick cock.” Taking a little more, groaning as his warm barbell glides into you. Choso trembles, jerking his hips up.

Rubbing your clit, making your sensitive cunt clench. “Sorry beautiful. How are you feelinggnnnn!” You bounce your hips, gliding him in and down. The beautiful look of pleasure on Choso’s handsome face getting you off.

Moaning, “I’m so full of your cock daddy! It feels too good. Please move, slowly.” Planting his feet, gently guiding you with his hips. Gliding half his cock into you, letting your cunt get used to being so full before giving you another inch. Watching your expression for any hint of pain.

strawberry brat all works

“it’s too tight” toji, suguru, satoru & choso

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pininghermit · 11 months

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Alucard with a Dhampir Reader

AN: I tried guys.

Please read part 1 before you continue with this.

Now normal people born to normal parents aren't born with sharp fangs and gleaming eyes but such was not the case for you.

You were born a dhampir to your very much human parents. In fact they were normal enough to not be familiar with the term dhampir.

Your 'peculiarities' had been ignored in the favor of living a quiet and uneventful life and you had lived such life with your parents. Working in the farm or skipping stones by the village pond.

That is until everyone around you aged. Waves of time swept everyone but you. Peer that you grew up with were long resting in their graves but you lived alone. Some years you were the blood sucking vampire while others the friendly neighborhood witch.

Your uneventful life was long and boring. Nothing to entertain your fancy except for the bite mark on your neck. You could not remember when you first started looking for the reason behind for your existence but the more you tried the harder it got to get to a reason.

It then, that you met him. You mistook him for a beggar on the first sight. There was no shortage of them by the city you had found yourself in. But he was more than a beggar.

Dreams, nightmares, or visions of past lives flooded your nights. All changed except for him. He who found you in every path of your past. He who now wanders the streets with an empty look in his eyes.

Maybe you should have resented him. Lamented for your loss of a normal life. Or grieved your tragic death in the past but you could not bring yourself to mourn for the past when you had to go find him in the present.

You searched every town, every city, every port looking for him as he had done once for you. But all you find is the whisp of his presence long gone.

Adrian his name barely escapes your lips without holding back the tears that fill your eyes at his very thought. How did he bear it? Such pain, such tragedy. He did it all without a complain and the fate had been so cruel to him.

So, when you spot him on a warm summer night your heart does not allow you to rest. You rush and settle all your past dues. You hold Adrian close. You take his trembling fingers and run them on the bite marks that adorn your neck. A mark from another life that brought you together in this life.

Your reunion is not without hurried apologies, remorseful words or guilt laden confessions. You find your beloved broken beyond what seems repairable and for a fleeting second you wonder if it another cruel joke of your fates.

Instead of the loving husband of your past lives you find a scared man. Adrian pleads you to let go. He flees your every touch and it burns your soul. "I...don't come near. I am not good...I have hurt you and I cannot-" your beloved breaks down. You barely resist the want to pull him in your arms and comfort him. To tell him that death had been nothing but a failure in keeping you both apart. Instead you kneel next to Adrian and hold on to his hands. You do not speak. Your presence is the only comfort you offer him.

Since that night you follow the one who seems to have been the only one the time has spared to you. The only one you would accept this eternity with.

"I had to die. It was bound to happen one way or another," you cup your beloved's face. "My only regret is that it came at your cost. That my fate has caused you this sorrow," next to simmering fire and under the vast skies you kiss your beloved gently.

Slowly but surely your Adrian returns to you. In the form of sweet banter or his snobbish knowledge of spices. He returns.

"My fall is yours to claim," Adrian holds your hands in his. "My rise is yours to claim." His words ring in the quiet clearing.

Flower crowns adorn both your heads. You need to ring, no altar to bind yourself to him. "My death is yours to claim, my life is yours to claim," you promise the dhampir you have met in life, death, and in-between.

#alucard #castlevania #alucard x reader #adrian tepes #mates au #Hermit has no idea what to do #bad at fluff author #and they were soulmates

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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 year

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Mother, i crave smut. vampire x witch, please.

“You are a pretty witch.” The witch threw a cold gaze at them, not really sure if she should throw them out again or simply remain calm.

“Two beings like us in a room is dangerous. Others might get curious,” she warned. “I told you not to come here again. What do you want from me?”

The witch scrutinised them from head to toe, not sure what to make of the vampire. They were dressed expensively. Maybe that was because they were expensive.

Their face was as flawless as ever and though the witch absolutely hated it, they looked cute when they smiled, showing their little fangs.

She wasn’t sure why now all of a sudden, she cared about good and evil. It felt like a sickness to her. All her life, she’d detested god’s practices. Born in darkness, raised in fog — she was able to hide in it well enough not to be caught.

That was easy. There were spells. There were rules. Spirits have to be invited to be let in. And now that the vampire was invited, she felt a bit overwhelmed. It was an imbalance. It was too powerful.

“A spell,” the vampire said. Their sharp eyes focused on the witch’s hips. It was definitely making her heart pound. “Something that works on a warlock…or a witch.”

She was unimpressed by that. As long as the vampire was learning her spells, she was able to control them, even though they had half-lidded eyes.

“Good. What kind of spell?”

“Something that brings pleasure. Something for my beloved wife.” The witch glowered at them, her jaw clenching, her cheeks burning.

“I am not your wife.”

“When you summoned me a year ago, you used a marital spell,” the vampire said. They looked around the witch’s little house lazily, letting their eyes fall on the many herbs and dried vegetables.

“That,” she hissed, “was a mistake. I needed a vampire to get into the cave. That’s it.”

“Sounds like an excuse,” the vampire purred. Their eyes went back to her, stopping on her hips again. “You wanted to be bound to a vampire.”

“To command them.” She blinked, clearly offended. This was ridiculous.

“Oh, my love,” the vampire said. “My silly wife…”

They took a step towards her and let their hand run along her arm slowly. They bent over to whisper into her ear, warm breath on a cold exposed shoulder, thanks to her gown.

“Don’t you know what married couples do at night?” they asked lovingly, an unspoken promise in the tone of their voice.

“Argue?” She could feel her own heartbeat in her ears as the vampire chuckled softly.

“You know our arguments wouldn’t carry any weight,” they said. Their fingers traced her collarbone carefully. “I would fold all the time. I would fall to my knees to beg for your forgiveness for fighting with you.”

The witch’s breath was stuck in her own throat.

“I missed you. I’ve been craving you,” they said. “A whole year without you…”

She squeaked a little when their fingers brushed over her chest. What she was feeling wasn’t right.

“Your heart is beating so fast,” the vampire murmured. “I wonder if I’m the one it’s longing for.”

She looked at them. Their pupils were dilated, blown up. They were hungry. But this was a different hunger.

“Fuck the spell,” the vampire whispered. “I can make you feel even better.”

They paused for a second, closing their eyes.

“If you want me to, of course.” The witch didn’t want to say it. She was too embarrassed. “Darling?”

“It’s part of being married,” she mumbled. “Isn’t it?”

The vampire took her hips and pushed her carefully into her soft bedding.

“It doesn’t have to,” they said, getting on top, letting their fangs scrape over her skin lovingly. Their tongue followed. Immediately, the witch’s body reacted. She pressed her thighs together. “You can tell me to stop anytime.”

She grabbed the vampire’s forearm, causing them to pause.

“It’s my first time,” she breathed. “I don’t know how…”

The vampire parted her legs with considerate hands. They were cold but it didn’t feel unpleasant.

“I can start with my mouth?” they suggested. “Could be easier for you that way…”

She nodded quickly, letting her hand run through the vampire’s hair.

They kissed her inner thighs carefully, savouring every little second of it. It made her breathe heavily, made it difficult to think.

“Be careful, please—” The vampire’s hands grabbed her thighs harsher as their mouth travelled towards her centre, trying to control the shaking.

Her moans were quiet at first but the vampire mumbled sweet reassurances into her skin, making her feel more confident.

“We’ll use some spells next time too,” they said. “I want to see how you react. When both happens.”

And with that, they started kissing the witch’s needy spot. Once they added their tongue, the witch was completely undone.

#Hmsmsmsmsmsms #Uwu I never let my characters finish uwu #writing snippet #ohhhhhh new tag #maybe I should use #heaven and hell #again???#anyways #witch x vampire #witchxvampire #suggestive

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arc-misadventures · 1 year

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What are those AU, you know I find it pretty ironic that Jaune is a dragon Faunus but is still training to be a knight, because in fairy tales it’s always the knight that slays the big bad dragon, but since Jaune is both it makes me wonder just what kind of big bad Jaune will need to overcome.

It’s Just His Nature

The Grimm Lands.

Salems castle was under attack by a combined force of Hunters from across the world along with the might of the, Atlas Army along with several high ranking, and highly skilled members of the, White Fang.

They were here to finish the centuries long shadow war between the witch, and the wizard, and upon this day the war would finally come to an end.

Just not how any of them expected it to end.

Ozpin: Come on! We’ve nearly won this war!

Dozens hunters,and soldiers ran to doors leading to, Salem’s throne room, but before they entered, Headmaster Ozpin of Beacon Academy stood before them all to given them a final speech before the upcoming battle.

Ozpin: We are here, just beyond these doors lay our dreaded foe! From here on out we will fight out enemy, and we will…?!

: Oh shut up will ya!

The fellow who interrupted, Ozpin’s little speech stared at, Ozpin with a highly annoyed glare with his sharp deep blue eyes. His gold hair was flanked by a matching pair off-white horns that ran up the side of his head, peaking into a crown of three points that bore a golden hue. Giving this rather extraordinary faunas his own natural golden crown.

For he was a king. For before, Ozpin stood, King Jaune Arc, Dragon King of the Faunas. And, he was not amused.

Jaune: You’ve given over a dozen speeches for every five meters we’ve manage to take. If I have to listen to one more long winded speech I’m going to take my forces, and leave you here. But, not before I cut up your face to the point that it makes an, Apathy look handsome!

Jaune flexed his hand letting his claws flash threatening before, Ozpin’s face. With a threatening glint in his eyes as he dared anyone to face him.

It had been years since, Jaune graduated from, Beacon Academy, and even longer since he was inducted into, Ozpin’s little cabal. He had long since lost his willings to deal with, Ozpin, and his bullshit as a result of it.

And, all, Ozpin could do was gulp nervously as a series of eyes belonging to the, King’s Guard agree with their, King, and glared dangerously at the old man.

Ozpin: …

Ozpin: Okay then…

The doors to, Salem’s throne room exploded open as several individuals came rushing in to find the Queen of the Grimm sitting upon her throne looking at the intruders as if they had just come in, and served her cold tea.

Salem: Ozma… I see you’ve finally grown a spine, and decided to take the battle to my door step. How kind of you…

Ozpin: Enough, Salem! You reign of tyranny ends now! Surrender, or face our wrath!

Salem laughed hauntingly echoed throughout the hall as she rose to her feet, and descended from her throne crystal throne. Her blood red eyes stared at, Ozpin’s as an amused smile spread across her face.

Salem: And, how do you plan to do that? You know I’m immortal; You can decapitate me, crush me, incinerate me, and so many other colourful ways you could kill a person, and I would simply shrug it off as a mild inconvenience. So, what could you possibly do to stop me?

Ozpin: I will trap you in a hell that you fear more than any other.

Salem: I’m a immortal who has lived for thousands of years; I have lived through a hell unlike any other! What kind of hell do you possibly think could be worse than the life I was forced to endure?!

Ozpin: Back to where I should have left you… Back to your cage in the high tower!

Salem’s eyes widened in pure fear. A emotion that she had not yet felt in millennia. Ozpin’s threat was one that struck at the heart of her. For how better to wound her more than she already was, but to be trapped in the cage she longed to be freed from, by the very man who once set her free. And, that thought stroked the flames of rage within, Salem unlike ever before felt.

Salem: You dare…? You dare…?! You dare to threaten me! Threaten me to lock me in a tower away for all time, and eternity?!! You will die a thousand deaths, this world would burn a thousand times over before I let you imprison me once again!!! I swear you will, Ozma!!!!

Ozpin: Bring it you foul fiend for I will…?!

Jaune: Hold up! Hold up now… Before we begin I have some questions I’d like some answers too.

The Dragon king walked between the quarrying couple with his hands out stretched in a non-threatening posture as he addressed the pair.

Ozpin: Mr. Arc?! What the hell are you doing?!

Jaune: You shut up, or I’ll gouge out your eyes.

Jaune glared threateningly at, Ozpin before he turned to address, Salem.

Jaune: Okay, Ozpin told me about your past relationship. Of which I blame, Ozpin, and the Gods for most of your problems…

Ozpin: E-Excuse me?!

Jaune: But: ‘Locked away in a tower?’ What is that all about? Ozpin told me most of the world’s fairytales were made by him, so would that mean that you are, ‘The Princess in the High Tower?’ Or, ‘The Girl in the High Tower,’ which ever title you prefer. The fairytale is a title of a difference.

Salem rage faded just ever so slightly as she gazed at the rather curious looking faunas before her.

Salem: Yes… Yes I am… Was! I was, ‘The Princess of the High Tower.’ Why does that matter? Who I was back then no longer matters; that life has long since been dead, and buried. It doesn’t matter anymore…

Jaune: I can gather that, but, Ozpin… Ozpin, was the knight who saved you from the tower…?

Salem: He was the one who saved me.

Jaune: I see…

A devious smile spread across, Jaune’s face as something, some deep unknown switch in his mind was flipped on.

Ozpin: Mr. Arc… Why are you smiling about…?

Jaune: Oh… Just realizing how many many stereotypes I tend to inhabit… Seemingly out of nature, and desire than anything else. Hmmph… Ain’t that a weird thought?

Ozpin: W-What are you talking about?

Jaune: Well, since I can’t be the knight who saves the princess, I’ll just be the dragon who steals the princess instead~!

Ozpin: What the hell are you talking about?!

Jaune: This~!

(CRACK!)

Ozpin: OH GODS?!!

(Thud!)

Salem: Ohhh… His next reincarnation is going to feel that~!

After, Jaune’s swift, and incapacitating kick to, Ozpins nuts, in the blink of an eye, Jaune ran over, and picked up, Salem who gave a startled shriek as, Jaune ran for the door.

Salem: W-What?! Hey! Put me done this instant!

Jaune: She’s mine! She mine: She minnnne~!

As, Jaune bolted out the door, his royal guard quickly followed after him, throwing a smoke grenade behind the to hide their presence as they disappeared. By the time Ozpin, and his combined forces could give chase, Jaune’s forces had sabotaged all of their aircraft engines, and made their escape.

And, as, Ozpin watched, Jaune Arc, and his forces make their escape with the, Queen of the Grimm, he made the one thought on his mind vocal for all to hear.

Ozpin: …

Ozpin: What the fuck just happened…?

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One Year Later.

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In the hills of, Menagerie, over looking the town of, Kuo Kuana, lay the castle, Ásgeirr, home of the Dragon King, and his brood.

And, the one place in all of, Remnant, Ozpin so desperately wanted to get into. But, considering the ever so watchful guards, Ozpin had not been able to get close in the slightest. And, fear from an uprising of the faunas population across the four kingdoms, Ozpin couldn’t persuade them for an all out attack. And, many of his students tended to come from, Menagire, and benefited greatly from the, Dragon King’s rule so it was impossible for him to have his students help him. So, he would have to brave this alone. And, this time, this time he would get into Arc’s castle!

And, he would!

Only he was bound, sorely beaten, dragged into the castle.

It wasn’t how he would have preferred to get into the castle, but it worked.

He was dragged up to a balcony that over looked the city of, Kuo Kuana. Standing on the edge was the, Dragon King looking over his domain. He stood there for a moment before looking down at the intruder that dared threaten his kingdom, and his family with his shear presence.

Jaune: You know… If you wanted to see me, you could have just scheduled an appointment. That would have been far easier to do compared to everything else you have been trying to do.

Ozpin: How could I trust you to let me in?! The last time I saw you, you kicked me in the balls, picked up, Salem, and ran away with her. I fail to see how, asking you politely if I could come in to see you would have worked!

Jaune: Mmm… Fair, fair. Sometimes I just lose my mind when what one would see as a dragon stereotypes comes into play.

Ozpin: And, that’s why you kidnapped, Salem?

Jaune: The Princess, and the Dragon tropes; Yeah, that’s pretty much why I did it.

Ozpin: And, then you refused to let anyone see her! Much less know what you did with her! Do you think that helped you win any battles!

Jaune: Well, actually she didn’t want to see you, or anyone else for that matter. And, she likes her privacy, so why should I tell you what we’ve been up to. Besides I was keeping you safe by keeping you away from her.

Ozpin: I can handle her, you didn’t need to concern yourself with that!

Jaune: No, I was keeping you safe from me.

Ozpin: Safe from you? Why?!

Jaune: I’ll put it to you simply; You so much as breath on her, and I will hunt your reincarnations down for the rest of my life. And, the only thing I would ever regret is that no matter how many times I could kill you, you would eventually get away, because you would outlive me.

Ozpin: What are you talking about?

Jaune nodded his head behind him, and Ozpin’s turned, and saw Salem resting comfortably in a fainting couch. A cool drink lay in her hand as she basked in the warm sun, and the cool sea breeze. She smile softly as she waved to, Ozpin. Her smile only growing as she saw his eyes widen in shock as he noticed the noticeable bump on her stomach.

Ozpin: Salem?! You’re pregnant?!

Salem: Quite an astute observation from you, Ozma. I’m impressed.

Ozpin: W-What… But, how?!

Jaune: Considering you were a father multiple times, Ozpin, one would think you would understand how it works.

Ozpin: Not that. How did you two get together?

Jaune: Well, while the urge to grab her, and run like hell was certainly something dragon faunas related, unlike you I knew what, Salem’s greatest pain was.

Ozpin: Her greatest pain.

Jaune: Yes. Salem’s greatest pain she ever had to endure : Loneliness.

Ozpin: Loneliness…?

Jaune: Yes, loneliness.

Salem: A pain that I never even fully knew I suffered under. Until my darling King pointed it out to me.

Ozpin: Why was that your greatest pain?

Jaune: Think, Ozpin think! She was trapped all alone in that towers for years. Then one day she is freed from her life of solitude, then you died, and she was all alone again. She fought the gods to have you back, but they refused, then they cursed her to live forever, alone. Years passed, and you finally came back, only to betray her, and leave her all alone once more. Salem’s life has been one of sadness born of loneliness, rage born from betrayal, and unjust punishment. And, pain from unobtainable dreams through no fault of her own. And, now I will right the wrongs that, Salem has been forced to endure. Not because I believe I must do so for the good of the world, or some other bullshit like that. But, because I love her, and I want her to be happy.

Salem shed a few tears of joy as her beloved husband came over, and gave her a passionate kiss filled with love, and compassion for such a broken soul.

Ozpin: But, she is still her, Grimmified version of herself! What is to stop her from becoming evil once more!

Jaune: Her family.

Ozpin: Family…?

Jaune: Me, my sisters, my mother, and my father. My many wives, and their children, and the child that grows within her. Salem will have a family that loves her, and even if I die before her, she will never be left alone ever again.

Salem: Oh, Jaune…

Jaune: My Queen.

The pair shared another kiss before, Jaune turned to face the dumbstruck, Ozpin as he stared, at the, Dragon King, and one of his many beloved wives, The Grimm Queen.

Jaune: So, Ozpin. Now that you’ve seen her, what will you do now?

Ozpin eyes fell to the floor, his mind lost deep in thought until he let loose a deep sigh before addressing the happy couple.

Ozpin: It appears I was never a good husband, much less a good father was I?

Salem: Considering what happened to our first born. You… No. We… We were not good parents. But, this time, this time I will be better, but can the same be said of you, Ozma?

Ozpin: Only time will tell. May I have your permission to leave your, Grace? I have much work to do back at, Beacon.

Jaune: You have my permission.

Ozpin:Thank you, your Grace. Goodbye, Salem. I wish you well.

Salem: Goodbye, Ozpin. It was… interesting seeing you again.

Ozpin smiled as he, and his guard detail took him away from the loving couple. The only words they heard from him, was him complaining that the were restraints still necessary.

Salem: You know… I never thought I would experience such joy as I do now. I am at peace with, Ozpin. And, I have a chance to have a new life with my family. This is perfect. Thank you, my King.

Jaune: Anything for you, my Queen.

Salem: Oh really? In that case, I want to break mom’s record of how many kids she had…

Jaune: Why does everyone want to do that?

Salem: And, the next time we do it: Can we have someone else join us? My hip’s can’t handle you all on my own.

Jaune: Ha… That would be my extreme pleasure, my dear~!

~~~

While there is a chronological order to my stories. This was just one I couldn’t pass up on.

I’m just going to mark it differently on the, Master Post.

Do Enjoy~!

#rwby #jaune arc #rwby ozpin #rwby ozma #rwby salem #salem x jaune #jaune x salem #rwby grimmknight

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kaihuntrr · 5 days

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part eighteen: witch hunt.

Grian makes a conclusion.

The town was quiet. The constant eerie breeze and the faint rush of the river felt like the only sounds that kept this place from feeling as dead as… a corpse. It felt like walking through a cemetery, but the dead were replaced with these hollow, paranoid, and quiet people who had dug their graves the moment they arrived in the port. The gloomy, jagged rocks that surrounded the island felt like the iron bars of a cage, trapping its residents and people inside.

Grian felt a shiver up his spine. This town bugged him a lot.

Grian hadn’t wanted to venture too far from the ship when they first arrived. All they needed was a place to stay, fix up the ship, get Kites sorted with a new ship and weapons, then leave- back on that death mission to find a sea prince. Grian shook his head. Who in their right mind would want to bring a sea prince back to the kingdom? To the castle? Who would feel excited to bring one back?

Martyn, Grian sighed, his shoulders drooping, Martyn would.

“Did you find anything?” Grian looked up at the sound of Cleo’s voice. The two of them had been searching the market district together, everyone else partnered up to investigate. This was near the area where they had met the Scarlet Witch, but Grian’s heart sank the longer they turned up with nothing.

Grian shook his head. “Nothing,” he kicked some dry dirt away in frustration. He could remember the eager look in Martyn’s eyes as he raced after Pearl. The witch’s grin was sharp and cocky, like there were fangs protruding from her mouth rather than regular teeth. “Have the locals said anything?”

“They wouldn’t even look at me,” Cleo sighed. They didn’t get anything either. “Let’s just get to the meeting point. Maybe one of the others found something. Martyn couldn’t have just vanished.”

To think- none of the residents had said anything, not even offering some sympathy for the hunters. That worried Grian. How much of their life was sucked out of them, after spending all this time on an island such as this? Could he even do anything about it? Probably not, as there was apparently a whole sea prince to be worrying about when they were finally ready to leave.

The two hunters walked beside each other in silence, their gazes focused on the path ahead as they listened for any sounds out of the ordinary. Nothing. The islanders were doing their usual thing, Grian gathered, nothing had changed because of a disappearance. It sent another shiver down Grian’s spine, the thought of vanishing one day and no one bothering to look. No reactions, no frantic searches. At least Maryn had the two crews looking for him.

No wonder this place was a ghost town.

“Hey, Cleo,” Grian said quietly, distracting himself from his thoughts as Cleo hummed. “Do you think we’d be able to capture a sea prince?”

Ah, small talk. Grian’s worst enemy. But anything was better than to drown in his thoughts. Anything.

“If the king says we can, we can,” Cleo shrugged nonchalantly. “Though I’d rather be off taking boneback eggs than be after a sea prince.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because they’re less of a hassle,” Cleo sighed, though Grian was unsure if it was out of exhaustion or annoyance. It could be either one. “Smaller, easier to grab, more likely to exist…,” they said that last bit with a hint of frustration. “...Honestly, I don’t understand why we have to get caught up in all this sea prince business.”

Grian wasn’t sure why, either. The news of them being tasked to capture a sea prince had been a surprise to everyone in that room. Prince Chayanne had looked concerned while his father calmly explained everything to the Canaries and the naval commanders, as if there was a problem. It didn’t help that Princess Tallulah was so silent, either. Martyn was invigorated to capture one, but… wasn’t that a lot on the two groups? He could recall Katherine saying something similar, too. Why entrust it to them?

“Probably because we’re the king’s best hunters.” Grian could hear Martyn reply, a big grin on the blonde’s face. Martyn’s utter enthusiasm was infectious, but after he almost drowned, Grian had noticed the slight shift in his mannerisms.

Did he see something under the waves? Grian huffed to himself. Like what- his life flashing before his eyes?

Grian focused on his conversation with Cleo. “It’s a big thing,” he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at them. “I didn’t expect you to be as uninterested as you are.”

Cleo shot a confused glance back. “I’m not uninterested,” their gaze shifted away, looking up at the stormy skies. “There’s just a lot of monsters out there. It’s hard to imagine something as grandiose as a sea prince would really exist…?”

The walk became silent.

Cleo shook their head, trying to reorganize their thoughts. “Maybe they do, and I’m wrong,” they shrugged, their voice a low hiss. “But if all those legends were true, why haven’t we seen anything?”

That was what people had said, that exact same thing- over and over again; It couldn’t be real because no one saw it. What story was there to tell if ships were destroyed with no survivors? But who could have been lucky enough to live through a sea prince’s attack and admit it? No one could verify it either way. All Grian knew was that the debris from those attacks were saved and examined, but nothing came out of it. Examined and researched with no real evidence.

Cleo and Mumbo did do thorough research in the past. It would make sense those two would be the most curiously frustrated about it.

“You and Mumbo sound the same,” Grian chuckled, “Both so skeptical about it.”

It made sense too, given that the two of them were both from the Herons before leaving it to be a Canary. They never spoke much about their time there though.

Cleo gave Grian a teasing smile and nudged him. “I thought you didn’t believe in them either.”

Grian chuckled briefly before stopping himself. “I thought that myself, but…,” he tilted his head away, his voice low as he gripped his chest. Cleo leaned in closer, “something in me tells me that they exist.”

Cleo blinked. “Gut feelings don’t dictate what’s real or not, facts and research do.” They put an arm on their hip. “I’ll happily admit that I’m wrong if we ever see that sea prince guarding the island, for as far as we know, all beasts are the same.”

“Beasts are nothing more than mindless demons that haunt the sea,” Grian remembered his birth parents telling him. “They do not have emotions, they do not feel. They do not cry out in sadness or wallow their dead. They do not feel joy or fear. They do not understand human words. The only thing they feel is their unending hunger and their lust for desolation.”

While his birth parents may be dead, those words hung above Grian’s head whenever they hunted. Those beasts they killed were just mindless monsters, nothing more.

Grian found himself nodding along with Cleo’s statement. The two continued their walk in silence, Grian hoped the awkward feeling in his head would soon be gone as his mind focused back to the haunting howls of the wind and the feeling of his arm hairs standing on edge. How were the people here so used to this… this silence? No fun and games, just nothing. Grian sighed. Soon. They’d get out of here soon.

“Grian! Cleo!” Bdubs excitedly waved to the both of them. “Oh good! You made it back!”

The two Canaries approached the center of town, an open space with empty stalls and a miraculously still working fountain. There were some flower patches in each corner of the plaza, protected by small iron fences. Somehow, despite the cold and barely any sunlight, the flowers remained healthy and vibrant. It looked like the only thing with life on this island.

Both Canaries and Kites were in conversation, hanging around the area and discussing things, while some were still out and searching. Between both crews, they were a pretty big group, so it was easy for them to cover the entire tiny port town.

Based on their looks, Grian assumed the worst.

Still, Grian smiled. “Of course we did,” he nodded in greeting as Bdubs approached. Then he asked hesitantly, “How goes the search?”

“Nothing,” Bdubs shook his head, his expression shifting to a pout. But Grian felt a sweeping relief that no one had come back having found a corpse. “I guess you two haven’t found anything, either.”

Cleo shook their head. “Nothing from us.”

The three of them shared a look of disappointment and worry, but subtle relief. Grian wrung his hands to vent out his frustration as Bdubs led them to the fountain, where almost everyone was clustered together. Some of Kites had arrived in the center at a similar time as he and Cleo did. Grian could see tired gazes on their faces, disgruntled and upset with not finding anything.

No one could just… disappear like that. That wasn’t possible. What could have happened?

“This is so stupid!” Tubbo stomped his foot on the ground, huffing and groaning. Grian wanted to release his frustrations just as much as the brunette did, but he kept his composure. Someone had to keep things in check, and Grian was a captain. “We’ve searched everywhere, but we couldn’t find anything!”

The two groups continued to mingle, voices spoke with annoyance and hopelessness, but Grian didn’t really tune into what they were saying. They all echoed the same thoughts, there was no need to listen in to the complaints. Grian wracked his brain; where would Martyn go, if he was on a haunted island with creepy residents, guarded by a sea prince, and taunted by the Scarlet–

The Scarlet Witch.

Martyn chased after her.

“Has anyone seen the Scarlet Witch?” Grian’s sudden question turned some heads around, looking at him with eyes narrowed and eyebrows raised.

“What makes her so important?” Joel tilted his head. “Other than… y’know.”

Her deal with the sea princes?

Grian crossed his arms. “Martyn was keen on looking for her,” he furrowed his eyebrows, mentally putting the pieces together as he spoke. “It wouldn’t surprise me if he went out to search for her while everyone was asleep.”

But why would he? Most of Martyn’s actions were easy to read, or at least reasonable. Grian had heard the fire in his voice after he’d ran after the witch– Pearl, as Martyn mentioned– with his eagerness to find answers to questions that were unbelievable. Martyn was stubborn enough to make brash decisions– how else would he have gotten that scar on his cheek? But would he risk getting himself hurt again?

After their first meeting, Grian hasn’t seen Pearl at all. She was definitely a curious person to look into, since she was the only one with some type of personality while the rest of the island was absolutely devoid of life.

Except for those flowers, Grian glanced at one of the flower patches. It didn’t look like a single part of that small lush area was wilted or trampled. He squinted at the white flowers. Moonflowers. Those were some of the only flowers that could grow in the dark, and the grass around them were neatly trimmed. Someone must have been taking care of them- recently.

“Now that you mentioned it…, I haven’t seen her at all.” Scar blinked, his mind drawing to a blank as he tried to remember any blur of red he’s seen in the past few hours. Nothing came to mind.

“Neither have we,” Eret shook their head. They glanced at their crew then looked at Grian. “None of Kites know what she looks like, but if she’s as… eccentric as Katherine said she was, we would have noticed.”

“So we’ve narrowed it down to Pearl taking Martyn, or something like that,” Katherine put a hand on her hip.

“I don’t know about that for sure…,” Mumbo interjected. “Could that really be our only option?”

“It sounds like it,” Katherine replied, shooting a glance at Mumbo, “Unless you have another idea.” Mumbo shook his head. Katherine rolled her eyes, “But where would she be? We checked everywhere in the village.”

“We checked everywhere in the village, yes,” Krow looked at Katherine. “But the witch might be hiding out in the forest. It would make some sense, wouldn’t it? She’d want to be away from these townspeople who seem to dislike her so much….”

“Has anyone checked the woods yet?”

Puffy sighed. “The path’s been blocked. The bridge collapsed sometime in the night,” as she finished her sentence, she narrowed her eyes then blinked, “Huh. Saying that out loud makes it sound a lot more suspicious.”

Mumbo hummed in thought. “If there’s no leads here in town, then he’s got to be in there,” he muttered, glancing towards where the forest lay. He walked up to Grian, motioning in the direction of the ship. “It might be best if we gather some supplies before we dive in head first. I have a feeling we’ll be spending some time in the forest.”

“Do you mind if we borrow some of your supplies?” Eret asked as they gestured towards the Kites behind them. “We’re still unarmed.”

Joel nodded, a small smile on his face. “Of course,” he turned around, raising his hand in the air. “Canaries, with me. I’m sure we have enough bedrolls and weapons, let’s get moving.”

We have a lead. It’s only a matter of time until we get you out of there, Martyn.

Grian walked with determination in his step, listening to his heartbeat instead of the haunting melodies of Crescent Bay. He had to shake off his worries.

You’re going to be okay.

—————

The trek to the woods felt more uplifting than the search. They finally had direction, a lead in their case. Grian held back a sigh, if only he’d thought about it sooner. He’d spent too much time thinking about how freaky the place was instead of putting himself in Martyn’s shoes. Entering the woods was just as logical an option as any, and with Puffy’s mention of the bridge being broken, they could start trying to find another way in.

If there was another way in.

Grian and Joel led the groups, holding out lanterns as they walked along the dirt path. The houses of the village began to space out more and more the farther they went from the port. Soon enough there were only some small broken fences and houses that quickly became mere flickers of light in the distance. It felt colder, emptier even, than walking around near the port.

Grian heard the faint sound of rushing water and walked faster. The river. Something they’d need a bridge to cross. They were getting close. Puffy mentioned it being collapsed earlier. They were hunters, they didn’t mind a little water. A collapsed bridge couldn’t stop them, if worse came to worse they could just– oh.

Grian stared blankly at the torrent of a river rushing through the carved channel of the river bank. He could tell just by looking at it that it was deep. And it was fast. Going in there was a death wish. They couldn’t ford the river.

There were some stray pieces of the bridge remaining on their side of the shore. The fact that the splintered wood was even here at all instead of all washed downstream made it seem much more likely that the bridge had been purposefully smashed rather than just collapsed.

Grian held his lantern higher, trying to see the far shore but a perpetual mist exuding from the woods prevented him from seeing farther than a few feet out. It seemed so far away…. Grian stared at the thick mist blocking his view, trying to figure out some type of solution. They couldn��t even build a makeshift bridge if they couldn’t see the far side of it.

He glanced behind him as he heard the faint murmurings of the two crews. They carried a few boxes worth of food, one of weapons, and one of medical supplies. Hopefully enough to last them a day or two. Grian looked up at the large and imposing tree that stood on the riverbank, wondering if he could climb it to get a clearer view over the mist.

Then an idea hit him, a distant memory.

He thought about the tree again and hummed. This tree was surely as tall as the river was wide, and if the bridge was broken and needed replacing….

“You don’t think the residents would mind a little lightshow, do you?” Grian looked at his brother with a fiery glint in his eyes. Joel raised an eyebrow as gears turned in his head, his eyes widening with a grin as soon as he understood. “A little arson wouldn’t hurt.”

“I don’t think they would,” Joel turned to the rest of the hunters, seeing them holding crates and supplies with them. It would be enough for one night, but nothing more than that. “Does anyone have a bucket?”

“Got one!” Scar walked forward, bucket in hand. “What would you want me to do?”

“Try finding somewhere to fill that bucket with some mud.” Grian pointed at the bucket, a mischievous grin forming on his face.

“Aye, captain!” Scar grinned with a small salute. Grian rolled his eyes and smiled, a faint blush on his cheeks as Scar walked away, lantern in one hand and bucket on the other.

“Everyone!” Joel called out. “We’re going to need help gathering some firewood. We’re taking this thing out.” The Kites looked at him like he was nuts, but the Canaries all sighed and started gathering loose sticks. Business as usual.

If the bridge was broken and this tree just so happened to be in such an opportune spot, then using it to create a makeshift bridge would make things easier. Grian smiled to himself, this was a good plan.

Both groups worked hand in hand, picking up any fallen twigs and shaving off bark from the tree to create a base for the fire. Grian dug out a space under the tree’s roots. With the riverbank soil as wet and loose as it was, a few snapped tethers in the more solid earth should be enough for the tree to topple itself. And with the mud slathered over the higher parts of the trunk, the fire shouldn’t spread to the rest of the tree. Nearby foliage was removed to prevent a spread as well, dry stuff added to the pyre.

It was a survival trick Grian had picked up and pieced together from the books he’s read as a kid- from his biological family’s collection. Soon enough, everything was set for a fire.

“Good work, everyone!” Grian smiled, puffing out his chest as he looked at the group. Half of them looked at him like he was crazy. The other half just looked tired of him. His happy crew. He turned back to the tree and opened his lantern, taking one of the dry sticks to catch the fire. “Now we get to the fun part.”

Grian set the stick into the other firewood then quickly backed away, the small flame quickly spread into a roaring blaze as the crackles of ember and smoke spewed out, eating away at the roots of the tree on the dry soil end. Joel picked up a sword from one of the crates and carefully prodded at the dirt surrounding the tree, trying to prompt it to fall over the river as the fire continued to blaze through the bottom.

Finally, the tree began to crack, groaning as it tilted forward, over the river. Grian threw his fists up and cheered as his plan actually worked!

“Stand back!” Joel shouted, taking Grian by the shoulders and pulling him back from the collapsing tree.

With several cracks, a loud thud, and a slight tremble in the earth, the mighty tree fell, breaking through the mist to reveal the forest that lay behind it. Grian stared in absolute glee as mist slowly crept back in, barely flinching as Scar and several others dashed forward to pour fresh water and mud over the burning roots. The smell of smoke remained, briefly entering Grian’s nose as faint embers flickered out of existence.

Grian continued to stare into the forest. He felt something beckoning him to come closer. A feeling of curiosity, perhaps? Grian tilted his head, slowly walking forward and climbing on top of the fallen tree. He could see blurry, tall trees beyond the edge of the mist, leaves blotting out the rest of the clouded skies for a long stretch of darkness.

“Be careful,” Grian told the others with concern laced in his voice, but he dared not to look back, “We don’t know what’s in there.”

With careful and precise steps, Grian held up his lantern as he plunged into the forest.

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animereaderinsertwriter · 2 years

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tags/warnings: sexual themes, coercion but not in the direction you might think, fem!reader, restraints, consideration of non-con impregnation but ending left ambiguous , incubus!Dabi, witch!reader

Dabi lunges against ever-tightening chains, teeth bared and snapping as he strains uselessly towards his target.

He’s bound on a soft queen-sized mattress, his ankles and wrists manacles to the head and footboard, awkwardly forcing out his chest. Enchained also is his neck, the end of it held like a leash by his would-be victim.

She is beautiful— too beautiful, he realizes belatedly, to be mere mortal. Her smile is sharp like thorns on a rose, and her eyes are bright with triumphant wickedness; with a delicate hand, she yanks the chain circling his neck even tighter, and he bares his fangs in protest.

"Gotcha," she says with a sultry little wink, and he hisses in pain as metal glowing crimson with holy heat presses against his decidedly unholy flesh.

"Release me."

He means it as a bitter, furious command— but it comes out more like a plea, breathy and nearly fearful, betraying the panic he feels clawing within his breast.

His words only earn him tighter bonds, and he howls against the pain of them.

"Did you really think I would let you go so easily?" she asks with a hint of a giggle, as though something about this were entertaining. "How long have you been lurking, creature? How long have you watched, waited by my window for this very night?"

So long, he thinks. So very, very long.

He thinks it started when he watched her as she tended her garden in the springtime. He watched as her hands sifted through rich earth, planting wolfsbane, mandrake root, pretty little posies, and all manner of herbs and spices; at the time, all he could think was what this human might grow for him, and what he could plant in her garden, as it were.

Now, in autumn's dying breath, he wonders if she will bother to bury the ashes of his corporeal form in her flowerbed, or if she'll scatter him to the wind without a care in the world for his resting place. By the way she's looking at him now, Dabi doesn't think he wants to know.

"You know what? I don't want to know," she says casually, twisting the chain over her hand, drawing it taut as she closes the distance between them. "After all, it doesn't matter. I know all I need to know about you."

Fiercely, she jerks the chain again, and suddenly she's close enough for him to kiss or to kill.

"I know you want me," she says, "and if you behave, I'm willing to let you have me."

Everything stops.

Dabi's heart hammers in his chest— did he hear her right? —and then she's touching him, her soft hand coming to press against his exposed, ever-persistent bulge, his insatiable need. She grips him tightly— too tight, but desperately pleasing— and he whines against the motion, utterly unused to being actively touched by an intended victim.

"I don't want a baby," she tells him gently, her nose nearly touching his. "You can fuck me, take your pleasure from my body— you can even be rough, violent without fear of waking a sleeping victim— but I won't procreate. That's my one condition."

Dabi blinks at her, puzzled— then melts once he realizes the implications of what she's just said.

"But— but I want one," he whines. "The procreating— that's the fun of it, I want a— nngh!"

The fiendish, evil woman jerks the chain so that he literally chokes on his final words.

"No baby," she says, and her tone is final. "You'll make that deal with me— a binding deal— and that's the only way you get to fuck me."

She strokes him as she says it, dry and painful, and Dabi knows he's been had.

"Y-yes," he pleads, his hips rising to meet her strokes, precum leaking from his head. "Please— please—"

Her hand is gone, traveling farther upwards. With one sharp nail, she slices a shallow wound on his chest— over his heart— and she speaks words that shock him to his core.

"I bind you, Todoroki Touya—" she knows his name, how the hell can she know his true name?— "I bind you this night to my will. An even trade we make, an even trade then done, and you will quit this place or else be cursed forever mine. Mine ever to own, mine ever to keep, mine ever to bind. Finite."

She releases his chains, and he pounces.

A flimsy, snow-white chemise is all that stands between her naked body and his— Dabi rips it off and immediately presses into her flesh, rutting senselessly against her just to gain some relief. As his body takes over, kissing her, caressing her as he grinds against her, his mind wanders to what might happen if he should break the binding between them. He wants a baby, he wants to see this woman swell and grow with little demon spawn; he wants to watch as it toddles and grows fur on its legs, and he wants to keep it for himself, leaving her with another one to grow in her belly, over and over again until—

A high-pitched whine escapes him, and Dabi realizes he's come already just from rutting against her.

"Good boy," she murmurs, reaching between them to stroke him, his cock never softening— his blessing, his curse— and he throws his head back as she kisses him gently, too gently.

If he were to do what he was thinking, it would mean being bound to such a wicked creature for eternity— or, at least until she died, and with it her magic… but witches can live a very long time. Can he really take the risk?

As he watches the woman climb up onto the bed, her ass up and her legs spread for him, he thinks maybe he can— maybe he should.

After all, how bad could it be to be bound to someone clever enough to trap him and cold enough to use him? She seemed so much like himself, and if their tastes aligned, well— such a binding might be more advantageous than it had first appeared.

#dabi #dabi x reader #mha smut #mha imagines #mha fanfiction #incubus!dabi #witch!reader #hannah's freaky fridays

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ayunakatsukiwolfhashira · 8 months

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Yushiro x Reader Adorable Mistakes

Yushiro was working on a potion that his witch friend, Tamayo, needed help with. You were doing your own thing in another room when you eventually grew bored. You walked to the room Yushiro was working and snaked your arms around his waist which startled him a bit.

“Yushiro, can you stop working for a bit so we can go eat and spend time together?”

He smiled a bit and placed the bottle and syringe down so that he could turn around and talk while looking in your eyes.

“You know I can’t do that, Lady Tamayo said that if the potion sits out for too long, something bad could happen, if you’re hungry, I can quickly make something for you.”

You nodded and he started walking to the kitchen but he stopped and gave you instructions.

“Make sure the potion does NOT start bubbling, if it does, call me immediately alright?”

You nodded and he went to whip something up for you. You started staring at the potion but that got boring real quick, who likes staring at a bottle full of mysterious liquids for a long period of time? You started staring out the window and watched the wind rustle the branches and leaves of the trees and bushes. Soon enough, Yushiro came in with your food and a glass of strawberry milk.

He placed it on the counter for you and said he would be right back and left again. You went over to his desk and started eating, you then grabbed the cup and started drinking it but then soon stopped. It tasted abnormally bitter and you tried to inspect the inside of the cup to try to see if anything was in it.

Yushiro came back in and was wondering why you were staring into the cup.

“Yushiro, there’s something wrong with the milk, I think it’s spoiled.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and came to smell it and when he did, his eyes widened.

“Uhh, what cup did you pick up? The one on the left or the right?”

“The one on the left.“

“…oh no…”

You then realized that you drank the potion that he was preparing for Tamayo and that’s when you started panicking.

“Oh my god, am I going to die?!”

“No! It wasn’t a harmful potion, it was just a…transformation potion.”

“Can you elaborate on that?”

He sighed and looked you in the eyes.

“It turns you into a neko. It gives you cat ears, a tail, and whiskers.”

“Why did Tamayo need a potion like that?!”

“I don’t know!”

All of a sudden, you felt a sharp pain in your stomach and sat down to try to ease the pain. Your breathing became ragged and Yushiro immediately came to you and started patting your back.

“Hey hey, it’s okay, it will be over soon-“

That was the last thing you heard before passing out. After some time, you woke up in the same room but felt different. You sat up and stretched and Yushiro heard you and came over to you.

“Hey, how are you-“

He stopped and blushed a bit before turning away and clearing his throat.

“The um- potion worked…”

You reached up to touch your head and felt two soft fluffy ears. You ran to the mirror and saw yourself but with a couple new features. You had big fluffy ears, a silky soft tail, and cute little whiskers on each cheek.

“Oh. My. God…I LOOK SO CUTE!”

You squealed and started playing with your whiskers and smiling in the mirror to see your new little fangs and Yushiro chuckled a bit.

“You do look cute, but I don’t know what to tell Tamayo…”

He said as he started stroking your head and then he blushed even more when he heard your soft purr and you gasped.

“I CAN EVEN PURR?! THIS IS AMAZING!”

You beamed and asked him to pet you more and when he did, you purred even more. He thought you were too adorable and couldn’t resist pulling you into a hug.

“Wow, you are really soft.”

He started caressing your ears and held you as he felt your purrs ringing through his own body. He would figure out how to tell Tamayo what happened later but for now, he wanted to cuddle with his now neko partner.

#kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #requests open #feel free to ask questions #yushiro #yushiro x reader #october #spooky month

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lostlimerence · 2 years

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“Munson…what the fuck?! Put that down!”

“Chill out Sunshine I’m not going to eat it!

“You can’t eat it…”

“Ahh stop getting technical…eat it, suck it’s blood, same difference,” Eddie snuggles his nose into the cats fur with a grin, flashing a sharp fang at Billy. “It’s so cute I just wanted a cuddle, I forget how exciting it is up here compared to down there,” he sighs.

“Hey, you’ve got me down there!” Billy grumbles, dusting himself off (the portal from the upside down isn’t exactly clean).

“I do baby, I do, but you’ve gotta admit our one day of freedom up here is pretty fuckin sweet!” he puts the cat down, watches it as it sprints into the bushes.

“See it was shit scared of you Eds,” Billy throws his arm out in the direction of the cat.

“Aw California I didn’t know you were all soft on cats! Should be King of the witches not the ghouls” Eddie raises his hands wiggling his fingertips in the air.

“And you shouldn’t be King of anything you royal loser…” Billy grabs him by the collar and pulls him in the direction of the town “hmmm, wonder what Stevie will be when he dies?“ Eddie muses, as he shakes off Billy’s hand and falls into step beside him, then immediately regrets asking when he sees Billy’s shoulders bunch a little.

“Sorry sunshine, I shouldn’t have said that, I know it’s hard,” Eddie frowns.

“It’s just…we were so young Eds…it’s going to be years until ya know, and they only let us up here on Halloween so…” he says it to the ground.

“But then baby, it will be us three for the rest of our lives? No our undeadness? Think about that yeah?” Eddie squeezes his arm.

Billy huffs a laugh, let’s the smile of it stay “yeah, and it’s the day we get to see him”

“Sure is! Just need to find him!”

“Yeah and you need to not suck any blood…unless it’s Steve’s”

Eddie shudders at the thought, presses his tongue to the point of his fang.

“Hear me Munson?” Billy drawls.

Eddie gives his head a quick shake “Yesss, I only sucked that persons blood for like a second and it was ages ago, I was still getting used to the whole undead thing…besides you’re one to talk you literally smashed a rock with your fist last year!” Eddie presses an accusatory finger into the side of the ghouls head.

Billy’s eyebrow twitches, arm flexes, as he says “they were mocking me, I was just showin them what would’ve happened to their skulls if they’d kept going…”

“Mmhmm, yep and then when we’d both have inevitably been found out, lost our cool-ass titles and been banished to fuck knows where” Eddie tosses his hands in the air.

“Yeah well that’s exactly why I didn’t bash their skulls in” Billy stresses, as they approach the clearing, trees frame a street full of trick or treaters, werewolves, vampires, ghosts, zombies, “why’s no one ever dressed as a ghoul?,” Billy pouts as they step onto the street, the one day of the year they blend in seamlessly with the locals, “not as sexy baby,” Eddie sticks out his tongue “hey!” Billy gapes brow furrowing slightly.

“I’m sorry but it’s true, undead demon thing that loves hanging around graveyards vs sexy undead thing that can drink your blood sexily? No contest!” Eddie shrugs in a ‘what can you do about it’ kind of way.

Billy grumbles affronted “I’m sexy.”

“Yes you are darling trust me, but some of your loyal subjects,” Eddie shudders “not so much…and…” he’s interrupted by a sharp prod to his shoulder “oi, isn’t that your little nerd kid Dusty over there” Billy gestures to the porch of a house across the street where a kid wearing what looks like a potato costume stands.

Eddie frowns “it’s Dustin stop pretending you don’t know his name you big lug and,” Eddie looks properly “yeah, yeah it is! Potato’s an interesting choice but whatever.. So that means..”

“Steve’s probably nearby, sniff him out!!”

“Hey! I’m not a dog! I’ve just got insanely cool powers!”

“Ah stop getting technical dog, vampire…same difference,” Billy grins proud of his parroting, Eddie rolls his eyes and focuses slightly overwhelmed by the sheer number of scents mingling in the air, it takes him a moment but he catches the familiar rich scent of Steve, “got it” he mumbles, they keep their heads down, ensure they avoid Dustin’s eye-line as they head round the corner.

Steve is leant against a wall with his back to them. He jumps with a little yell when Billy leans in and says “a sailor pretty boy? That ain’t very scary,” his shocked expression morphs quickly into one of delight, his cheeks flushing red “hey! Yeah um would you believe this is actually my work uniform” he chuckles rubbing his palm over the back of his head, skewing his hat a bit to the right.

“No way Stevie, you’ve been hiding that cute outfit from us!!” Eddie flashes his fangs.

“Cute? It’s ridiculous!”

“I mean it is cute but we could go get it off” Billy rumbles, crowding Steve back into the wall.

“You haven’t seen the kids yet, I can go get…”Eddie cuts in “we were thinking maybe we just go back to yours? We’ll pop in and see the kids just before sun’s back up.”

Eddie’s dressed head to toe in black, hands covered in rings, a chain round his neck, his tongue runs across his teeth. Billy’s shirtless, thick thighs pressed into tight black jeans, his blue eyes blown wide, fists clenched like he’s trying very hard to hold himself back.

Steve’s doesn’t take long to decide.

…

Fangs graze gently at the skin of his nape, his breath hitches in anticipation, blood singing in his veins. God he craves this, can’t believe how long he has to wait for it every year. Eddie tongues the skin gently, the area tingles, and when he finally bites Steve feels euphoric, then he sucks and Steve groans. Eddie drinks and drinks until Steve’s aching and hard.

A whimper sounds from the corner, Billy’s enthralled, he sits hands pressed to the tops of his thighs, Eddie had told him to wait and enjoy the show for a bit.

Eddie lifts his head from Steve’s neck, locks eyes with their beautiful blonde and smiles softly, speaks with gentle command “Christ, Billy baby, you’ve been so good, come here, it’s about time we properly worship our King...”

For @a-redharlequin thank you for your creative prompt:

“it's spooky season! So Ghoul King Billy and Vampire King Eddie back from the dead and find King Steve <3 (harringroveson)”

I really enjoyed writing this thank you so much for taking the time to send a prompt I find them so fun!

And sorry it turned out to just be a lot of Billy and Eddie banter with a sprinkling of Steve, their undead bickering carried me away a bit 😂

#billy hargrove #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #fic #harringroveson #stilldie #steadily #metal sandwich #writing #harringrove #mungrove #they have too many ship names pls we need a consensus!#halloween #vampire #ghoul #strangerthings #sunshine and California are nicknames from fic if I stare too long and the authors were just spot on with them I love it

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racfoam · 1 year

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Could you show art of how you see Voldemort in nynn? Love your stories!

(slams down a thick binder full of pictures and fanart with each artist)

Sit down, my friend, this will be an ESSAY.

Mostly, I imagine him how he is described in the books with a mix of the movie. I also own the illustrated editions of Goblet of Fire & Order of Phoenix illustrated by Jim Kay that I am yet to read in full but of course I flipped through all the pics and was very impressed with the way Kay drew Voldemort. I also am the young adult that grew up on the editions with the black-white US illustrations so those will have influenced my imagination, too. Then there are all the talented artists I follow here but my fav Voldemort artists are @leafiloaf, @nv-tumb and @golden-biro

Do I even have to describe why? Check them all out and you'll see why. I cannot screech over their art enough. Leafi captures Voldemort’s features perfectly. He is otherworldly and his eeeeyes 😍😍😍 (also, his eaaaaars, I luv them!) I think Leafi perfectly captured the "serpentine face" and "cat-like" eyes. I could look at Leafi's art for daaaays. They belong in a world-famous art gallery.

nv-tumb on the other hand, also has me staring at their Voldemort for hours — if you are wondering about nynn Voldemort's fingers, those would be the ones drawn by nv-tumb.

I won’t put their art up here, just click on their tumblr names and scroll into Harrymort heaven.

And golden-biro’s Voldy is also perfect. Just check them out.

Now, and I am excited for this, in nynn I describe Voldemort’s eyes as 'red scleras, iris visible in the sclera because it’s more crimson, eyes snake-like and a fang for orbs' You know which picture inspired me to describe them like that?

An illustration of Voldemort’s eyes across a two-page spread which stare directly into your soul from the page and you think he’s about to lunge at you out from the book.

Here it is. This is how I imagine nynn Voldemort's eyes.

As for the hands + fingers those are absolutely inspired by the illustrations in U.S. editions from 2000s because I am a 2000s kid.

This shit is what I LIVE FOR. PERFECT DEPICTION.

Also, also, also — I love this depiction of him regarding his build and overall aura. It is from GoF Slytherin Edition 20th Anniversary. ⬇️

And, last but not least, another Illustration from the OOTP Illustrated Edition by Jim Kay. His face is good, his arms and fingers perfect. Except nynn Voldy’s teeth aren't sharp, they're normal white teeth. Also, I like the depiction that his body is sth stitched together by magic and you can see the bones etc. ⬇️

Oh, and this one. This one is very popular, I love how the artist drew Voldemort. I think this is the closest depiction of nynn Voldemort from my head ⬇️

In short, I have no answer for this, he's sort of a mix of all styles in my head, but hopefully the tumblr artists I linked and the art I shared will give you an idea of how I imagine nynn Voldemort and some of his features. Also, he mostly wears a hood with his cloak in public. (In the scene in the alleyway, he wore the hood the entire scene, as he did when going to locate the Dursley house.) He only has it off with Harry, or takes it off to scare the shit out of people. You know, give them heart attacks. I think poor Molly would have a heart attack if she saw him. Did you know that wizards & witches don't actually know how Voldy looks like cuz he wears a hood? The Aurors only know him as hooded, faceless figure.

Hope these helped. Sending love ❤️

#asks

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m-jelly · 2 years

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hey it's me again, the anon who had requested the ghost Levi.

Sorry it totally slipped my mind that being a ghost means the person is dead😂Weird I know, but sorry if that made you uncomfortable!

And as for changing it up, I was thinking....maybe Levi isn't a ghost but kinda like a person who's soul been trapped in the house? Like Tom Riddle from Harry Potter or something? Like, he's not dead but he's just tied to the house. If that makes sense.

I was also thinking vampire Levi, but I'm not sure how it'll work like that. Though since you're so good at writing him, if you can come up with something more easily with vampire Levi, I'd be all for it💖💖

You got it! I have something in mind :D

Curses become blessings

Pairing: Vamp!Levi x Witch!Reader

Genre and tags: Romance, falling in love, fluff, cute, vampire Levi, curses.

Concept: You're a travelling witch and you go to towns and help those who need it for money. You are told to go to the manor on the hill to inspect and help the person inside. You are yanked inside the home and almost bitten by the occupant, but he holds back when he senses you're a witch. Levi makes you a deal and pleads for you to break his curse of being tied to the house for a great reward. As you spend time with Levi, the more you both fall for each other and the reward no long becomes money and freedom, but each other.

Tag list: @levisbrat25 @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @li-anne @strawberrybunny123 @nyxiieluna @galactict3a @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6

You came to a halt when you reached the gothic manor. Your eyes locked onto the grand doors. Your boots tapped on the wooden steps as you ascended to the doors. You gripped your spell book tighter as your heart threatened to burst from your chest.

You stretched your hand out and clasped the knocker in your hand. You tapped it against the old wood causing a booming echo to stretch out inside the home. You held your breath as you waited for the owner to reveal themselves.

The door creaks open slightly before flying open. You gasped as your arm was grabbed in a tight hold. Your body flew inside the house as the door slammed shut behind you. Your back collided with a wooden wall and the pain of the impact throbbed in your spine.

Sharp fangs dragged over your neck and pressed in a little before retracting. Steel blue eyes locked onto your own as if they were searching or reading you. A delicate and handsome face came into view as the man pulled away. His cheeks were plump and kissable, his nose like a sweet button and his jawline strong.

His voice was deep as he addressed you. "You're a witch, correct?"

You reached up and lightly touched your neck. "You bit me."

He eyed the slight punctures on your neck. "Hardly. Now, answer my question."

"Yes, I'm a witch." You walked over to your dropped bag and book from when you were grabbed. You gave your name and turned to the homeowner. "I'm a travelling witch."

"Levi Ackerman, I'm the Lord of this home." He strolled closer to you and stole your book. He flicked through it as you tried desperately to get it back. "A spell book? Good witches don't need books."

You yanked back your book. "Fine! Then I'm a bad witch! I'll get out of here."

Levi wrapped his arm around your middle and pressed his door closed. "Forgive my rudeness." He nuzzled your neck and inhaled. "You smell powerful."

Your cheeks heated up. "I keep this book on me so I can show people what spell I will be using. I want them to understand. Plus, it's better to be safe than sorry."

He released you. "So, a travelling witch?"

You nodded. "Yes."

His eyes dragged over your body. "What is it you do?"

You rummaged around in your bag and retrieved your information sheet. You offered it to Levi. "I will help anyone I come across for an agreed fee."

Levi read through the sheet and hummed. "I want to hire you."

You blushed a little. "Wonderful! What is it you want me to do?"

"I want you to lift the curse placed upon me."

You stared at Levi. "The vampire one?"

He shook his head and opened his front doors. "This one."

You watched as he walked out of his home and down the steps. He travelled down the path before a light walk shot up and encased the house. You gasped in awe at how powerful the casing around his home was. Whoever made this wall made it with a lot of emotions inside them.

He turned to you. "A witch cursed me to be tied to this house. I want that to end, not because of feeding or anything but simply because I want to travel and see how the world has changed." He returned to you as he spoke. He stopped in front of you. "Could you release me of this prison?"

You hummed in thought. "Sure, I'll give it my best shot. I just need to ask a few things to know the intention. Witches create things and in order to make them powerful, there is an intention behind them. So, why were you cursed."

Levi let out a long sigh. "The witch had fallen in love with me and I did not care for her back. I refused all her advances and it pissed her off."

You stared at Levi. "You being truthful?"

He locked eyes with you. "Yes."

You couldn't see a single lie in his intense gaze. "Alright, I will start working right away. It'll be a hard one, so you better get used to me being around your home."

He smiled a little. "I have plenty of room for you."

You grinned at him. "Great! I'll get right to work!"

Levi kept an eye on you from a distance at first, but over time he got closer to you. Soon he sat with you as you worked. He talked with you, laughed with you, napped near you, made you dinner and you even let him feed from you. Witches had the best blood for vampires, the problem was getting a witch to agree, but you let Levi.

You carried the tray of tea and snacks into your work area. You sat down and pushed the tray to the side as you studied your papers. You hummed to yourself in thought as you got close to finding a way to stop the curse placed upon Levi. You knew what needed to be done, you were just missing a few things and you were worried about the side effects of breaking it.

Levi spoke your name softly against your ear making you jump. "You're jumpy."

You locked eyes with him. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry." He rested his arm on his knee as he played with your hair. "You should never be sorry for being you."

You smiled at Levi. "Thanks. Would you like a drink?"

"Are you sure?"

You nodded and poured him a cup of tea. You handed him the cup and offered your hand. "Take as much as you want."

Levi took the cup and your hand. He pierced the plump part of your hand and let the blood pour into the cup. He cut his tongue open and lapped up the wound making it heal. "Thank you."

You went to pull away but Levi's lips connected with where the bite had been. You locked eyes with Levi as your heart fluttered in your chest. "You're...you're welcome."

He placed his cup down and shifted closer. "How about we stop this?"

You glanced at his lips and felt yourself tingle. "Stop?"

He nodded. "The research, the mission to stop the curse. I rather like being here with you."

You smiled as you felt a warmth spread through you. "Well, if I break the curse then we can travel together. Wouldn't that be fun?"

He hummed. "I would love that."

You turned your head before Levi could kiss you. "Um, so I have updates."

Levi lowered his head. "Right."

You gulped hard. "If I break the curse, then there will be punishment sent back to the witch. What I mean is, she'll get the pain you went through three times back. Are you prepared to let that happen?"

He nodded. "I am. She cursed me with dark intentions, so she can experience the consequences of her actions."

You nodded and looked at your book. "I can do that. I have a bit of a problem though."

"What's that?"

You gulped hard. "I can't really break the curse fully, but I can change it. You'll be locked to something else. I can do an object or something so you can move the object around with you."

He placed his hand on your thigh. "How about a person?"

You locked eyes with Levi. "I can."

"Can it be you?"

You placed your hand on Levi's. "Are you sure you want to be with me for eternity?"

He lifted your hand and kissed your fingers. "It would be a blessing, not a curse."

You smiled at him. "You're so sweet."

"I want to kiss you."

You gulped hard. "Pardon?"

He cupped the side of your face. "I have been dying to kiss you for a long time." His thumb slowly ran over your bottom lip. "The way I feel about you...I've never felt this way about anyone before. I want to be around you, with you, always."

You shyly pressed your lips against Levi's to test the waters. You felt a little spark when you did. You locked eyes with Levi and gasped when you felt a connection with him. You squeaked when he dragged you into his arms. Levi kissed you with all the fiery passion he had for you. His tantalising tongue massaged yours making you melt.

Levi pulled back from your lips a little and panted. "I fell in love with you a while ago. I've been desperate to be with you. My heart yearns for you. Do you feel the same?"

You nodded. "I do. I've fallen for you, but I was worried for a while. I mean, I didn't want you to think I was umm...well...I'm doing a job for you and I have never crossed the line with a customer. I don't want you to think I'm using you or taking advantage, so I stayed quiet." You let out a long breath. "I love you. I love you so much and I want to help you. I want to free you so we can travel the world together." You smiled. "I love you."

Levi wrapped his arms around you and held you. "Mine."

You hummed a laugh. "So, I'll change what you are tethered to."

"I can't wait to be linked to you for life."

You moved your books around and grabbed what you needed. "Okay, let's go!"

You ran with your notes outside to where you'd marked out the wall. You poured a potion on the floor, then started chanting. You grabbed Levi's hand, cut it open and your own. You held his hand as a light glowed around you both. Air rushed around you both as the bright walls shimmered before shattering.

You smiled at Levi as his heart glowed. "There, you're mine."

Levi's eyes lit up as the light faded in his chest. "So, I'm bound to you for life?"

You nodded. "Yup. Can you handle that?"

Levi lifted you into his arms. "It'll be an honour. I adore you." He kissed you and hummed. "Mine."

You smiled softly. "So, where do you want to go first?"

He blushed. "The living room sofa. I want to kiss and cuddle you."

You giggled. "I'd love that."

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fel-path · 10 months

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At last, the trap had been set.

There was to be no traffic on this road, leaving the small, seemingly unimportant bridge devoid of travelers or adventurers. There was only the shadowy, armoured figure of Varah Terok standing at the base of the structure, hands folded behind her back.

The witch was a fearsome sight, her Voidheart raiment cackling with violet arcs of pure magic, her cowled visage devoid of any discernible features save the baleful, white glow where her eyes should be, the darkness within seemingly taking the shape of a shadowy skull. Tall and poised, she merely… waited.

He was nearly here.

The sense of something wrong was felt, the hair on the back of her neck stood up as an involuntary sensation of welling fear coursed through her before it was quickly squashed. The road before her darkened visibly, the light dying as a portal of dark magic was conjured. Any animal within the area quickly hightailed it out of there as the two darkcasters stood apart from each other.

The other was a tall man, and where he was once handsome, he had been twisted with the taint of Fel. Grotesque horns protruded out of his head, reaching skyward with a ball of green fire swirling between the sharp tips. Long, white hair fell down past his shoulders, his lithe form clad in expensive finery that spoke of excess wealth and indulgence. Jewelry decorated every part of his form, and a clawed hand came up to gesture towards the masked warlock apart from him.

“You… you are not Severen. I wonder if one is friend? Or foe?” His words, flowing like rich honey, dripped with power and charisma, that elongated, forked tongue snaking out as he grinned a fanged smile.

The armoured witch scoffed loudly. “Twisted and vile, just as I remembered you before your ghastly descent into corruption. How you survived for so long will forever be lost upon me.”

The demonic human hissed a sound, this interruption a mild inconvenience in the grand scheme of things. “Impudent whelp. I will deal with your insubordination, but first. You sent the distress spell, what could possibly require my most unfortunate intervention?”

The woman barked a harsh laugh, the sound loud and grating. “You think this plea to be rescued? Hah! Severen is dead. Korlast is dead. Balagan is dead. This is a trap I have laid over decades.”

The demon snarled, growing bored the longer this drew out. Another upstart Harvest Invoker, likely, all lies no doubt. “A most desperate effort to garner power, I will flay you slowly until I grow bored of your screams. Tell me, insect, who dares stand against Az’dramin.”

A silent pulse of magic was felt as Varah dropped the spells to conceal her power, letting the demon be able to detect her magic properly as she spoke. “I am She who Remembers, the Surviving Light.” A clawed gauntlet came up to banish her helmet with but a wave, revealing those bright, corrupted eyes and scowling visage beneath.

Az’dramin took a long moment before letting out a loud, boisterous laugh. The ball of green fire that swirled between his horns pulsated with power as he struggled to contain himself. “Oh, I see it clearly now. A cleric who survived, come for the vengeance for the betrayal I laid at Grand Hamlet. Except, now you are without your Light.”

Fangs were flashed once more in a most devious smile, a step closer taken as he found himself now utterly enjoying the moment. “Disgrace. Failure. You’ve had, what? Years? Decades? A lifetime to plan out this futile gesture. Tell me whatever words you had prepared before I drain that soul like I did your sisters.”

Varah narrowed her gaze at the human-turned-demon, the man who had used to have been a patron of her holy order. A traitor to Brightwood who opened the gates to Grand Hamlet to let the Horde storm in without siege. “I do not need to say anything. I just need you to die.” From behind her back, her clawed hand produced a massive, powerful soulstone of a deep violet, swirling with Fel magic within the center.

“NO!”

With a sound like the crack of lightning and within a fraction of a second he had shifted into a realm of shadows to close the distance. Magic hissed around them as their auras were clearly visible, his own a potent host of demonic energy.

But Varah’s? In this plane, her aura was a titanic fount of pure, raw magic. Like a mountain it towered over him, burning with the righteous fire of a hundred suns, pure, undaunted hatred threatened to drown him out.

A clawed hand belonging to Varah had intercepted the magical translocation, holding him by the throat before tossing him against the wall of the bridge. This bridge, the one where the warlocks had struck down the cleric known as Indina Malvyst. The Bridge that had brought Varah Terok into the world.

The witch was immediately upon the demonic figure, assailing him with claw and spell, searing bolts of witchfire scorching flesh and finery, though her talons were blocked by a pair of daggers that materialized within his hands, being able to parry the feral, frenzied strikes with a building difficulty.

Az’dramin hissed in challenge, slipping away as he watched the witch lash out in pure wrath. Despite the decades, it was clear Varah would not go down without a fight. A blade sung out with a low, concealed strike, digging into the side of the woman’s side, punching through bravado and metal, face twisted in such terrible delight. Varah growled, driving her talons into the meat of his scaled shoulder, slicing tendons as the soulstone fell to the ground.

“You’ve already tasted the delight of Fel magic, fallen cleric. Imagine what you could do with more.. Any lover of your choice, every lust quenched, any desire fulfilled..” Az’dramin drew close enough to allow that slippery, forked tongue to drag over the witch’s cheek, lowering his guard as he willed his presence to overpower Varah’s willpower.

The witch turned to quickly sink her teeth into the fleshy tongue, tearing the appendage free in a spray of blood. The demon cried out in surprised anguish just as Varah drove her forehead into his nose, shattering it and causing another spray of tainted blood to fill the space around them.

“That you think I actively seek any power betrays your own cowardice!” A strike powered by pure shadow magic rocked Az’dramin’s face, both clawed gauntlets gripping him by the horns. With a powerful grip, she drove her knee into his face repeatedly. A symphony of wet gurgles and cracked bones filled the space as Varah began to turn that twisted visage into a bloody pulp.

“I recall EVERY virtue I stood for!”

CRUNCH.

“I remember EVERY oath I took!”

CRUNCH.

“I AM INDINA AZREI MALVYST OF THE ORDER OF BRIGHTWOOD!”

CRUNCH.

“AND WITH YOUR DEATH I FULFILL A THOUSAND VOWS OF VENGEANCE!”

One final knee strike send the demon reeling back, his face unrecognizable, pits of his skull visible as blood poled from now-empty eye sockets, fangs spilling out in shattered splinters. Incapable of speech, he crawled with a pathetic attempt to escape. Unable to utter incantations, unable to see the threat, he was utterly defenseless.

The witch held out a hand, and there was a powerful flash of Light around her. A hammer crafted from pure, golden magic was materialized, held out to Varah with several pairs of hands without bodies, though she knew her sisters were just as eager for justice to finally be met out. The weapon was a large, powerful mastercraft that mirrored the weapon that Mother Aspiel had carried as a symbol of her status. The weapon had always been meant for Indina, and now her clawed hand took the weapon from the disembodied hands, the head of it engulfed in a powerful, burning holy fire.

“BRIGHTWOOD IS FOREVER FREE OF YOUR BETRAYAL!”

With a single, powerful motion, she struck not at the demon, but at the quivering soulstone. The glass shattered with a cataclysmic explosion of dark magic, engulfing them both in a blinding light. The witch, holding the blessed hammer known as Reminiscence, was protected from the shockwave, but Az’dramin was not as fortunate. The demon evaporated, reduced to ashes within moments in a purifying flame, yet the torture he felt lasted what felt like decades.

The bridge grew quiet, and throughout Duskwood, the wailing spirits quieted, if but a moment, the entirety of the region had a breath of relief as a lingering, infested wound was finally purified.

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silverheartlugia2000 · 1 year

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Wildling- werecat trevor

too many vampire/werewolf trevor stories. Why not catshifter? he likes climbing/sleeping in trees, avoiding people, and broke a mans leg once for abusing a cat.

summery- Trevor wasn't a social butterfly like Sypha or a classy vampire prince like Adrien, despite being born into lordship. Compared to them Trevor lived like a feral alley cat half his life and often acted as such. One day he was alone the next he had two people he might come to call friends.

Still instinct and habit are hard things to hold back for a stray sometimes, even with how much he's come to trust, maybe love the two. Especially when it came to the three key rules to survival.

1 always be ready for a fight whether it be for defense, a place to sleep, or food, letting your guard down could mean death.

2 if you know you can't win a fight, bluff your way out. Half of the time intimidation was more than enough to suffice against an opponent.

3 injuries should be kept hidden at all costs. Injuries and sickness mean weakness. It makes him a target for an easy meal.

-backstory- Not long after the manor was burned, a witch catches him stealing food, it was supposed to be a punishment, she had a reputation after all, but hopefully the mild curse she gives him should help this child survive long enough to fulfill his part in the prophecy. She didn’t know it would take it upon itself to evolve alongside him afterwards. it was never intended to give him a beast form, semi immortality, or let him bear children alongside their wife.

-They didn’t leave Alucard after Dracula's death, but Trevor ends up called away for a hunt. After coming home and sleeping off injuries for a week Trevor wakes with a sense of foreboding and the smell of strangers. Meanwhile Alucard allows the twins to explore his family's hold. The conflict awakens something within that has started to wake the need to claim what’s his

-the mirror still works. Sypha uses it to fill her travel urges, and to drag Trevor home when he wanders off and gets hurt.

-Trevor is touch starved but also unused to good touches so he still tenses. Does not like being woken up suddenly because of past experiences and may punch or stab because of it. Can NOT sleep easily without a knife or two under his pillow.

-before the fight with the twins it was very subtle, he had slightly sharper senses especially for magic, reflexes, agility, strength, instincts that were more suited to help in his hunts, awareness focused than anything. Had sharp teeth but not unusually so, kitten noises were very subdued and rare, will either sit still for hours or pace relentlessly depending on the situation, still can't help but pee everywhere though.

-the night the twins try to kill Alucard is when it peaks, the second he smells burning flesh, fuck his wounds he runs to Al and pounces on the threat.

-His full form is only slightly taller, still shorter than Al, his claws ears tail come and go while still trying to learn control, very likely to pop up when hes emotional. more noticeable fangs even without shifting, his little ticks get worse, purrs and growls more openly, is slowly getting comfortable with giving hugs and cheek rubs.

-he can get pregnant cause why not? he's still repressing depression about the whole last Belmont thing and the curse takes advantage of it. But it only after Sypha starts playing with the peen book and they double up on their ‘cute kitten’ which a month latter he spends a week wondering where this mild fever came from and why he’s suddenly extra touch starved and attempting to control his hornyness even though they both have suddenly been looking at him like starved dogs, it doesn't help that he's also somehow lost the ability of human language. No one realizes it for a long while until its kind of obvious.

-Ot3. sypha gets to be semi immortal too cause magic

And yes the witch is catwoman

This is as far as I got...

Trever was very much like a cat the two observed.

But considering what little he told them about his life when they first explored the hold, it was sort of understandable that a homeless 12 year old lordling would turn feral.

(after they ask about it)

He didn’t blame her for it, Selina had been one of the kinder ones, and only half trained as he was at the time; it was a lesson of caution in itself.

It had only been a week after the fire. He still smelled of ash no matter how many rivers he dunked into. He had plenty of practice navigating the wilderness, but before there had always been someone with him. Showing him what to do and never without food. A whip wasnt very good for hunting at his current level of skill.

So when he happened across what he thought was an empty house with a garden and dried meats hanging

#silverlugia's free prompts #Castlevania #castlevania netflix #trevor balmont #sypha belnades #alucard tepes #trephacard #werecat #werecat trevor #fic prompt #tag me if you use this #possible mpreg?

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Crawled Up the Water Spout

TW: descriptions of vi0lence, bl00d.

Recluse Chapter 3

Synopsis: They opened up a world of possibilities for her. Some would even say a multiverse. Miguel O’Hara thought she was an anomaly, and perhaps she was. She didn’t really care.

They showed to her that there was a world where she had died, and her Peter Parker had lived. She was going to do whatever it took to get to the world, even if it meant teaming up with a villain that went by the name Scarlet Witch.

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Her reflexes were quicker than how she acted. It was the shock that did her in. The possible hope. Green Goblin was back from the dead, did that mean her Peter could be as well?

She had to learn, and that’s why when her bedroom wall blew up, she only covered herself instead of attacking. With her head covered she didn’t get hit there, but there had to have been a rib broken. At least one.

He glided into her room as she propped herself up, now covered in dust and smoke. He jumped from his glider and there was shock again.

This. . .This wasn’t the Green Goblin. The man with the green skin and long ears. With the horrible purple gnome hat. With the purple pirate boots and skin tight, unarmored body suit that was cut into shorts.

Whatever this was? This was the Green Goblin being forced to modernize, almost.

An armored suit of all green. With a 360 coverage mask and large eyes of glowing yellow. The mask had fangs, it had unnecessarily big ears designed into the side. It had abs imbedded into the abdominal armor.

This was not the Green Goblin.

“Who are you?” She asked, groggy, disoriented. Confused. Wondering if this was even real.

The masked man jumped into a crouch right in front of her. “What, little Spider Man hasn’t told you all about me? I’m heartbroken.” He rested a hand over his heart. “I’ll get over it. Upsy daisy,” he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. She stumbled, crying out, bricks falling off her. “We’ll have plenty of time to learn about each other on the flight.”

And she went along, not putting up any resistance as he forced her onto the glider, and shot them out of her blown up bedroom.

“Spider Man won’t come,” she warned, maintaining her crouched balance with ease. He didn’t seem to process how easy she was doing it. At every sharp turn, her feet and right hand remained planted to the sharp metal of the glider. She never wavered.

His head whipped down, glowing eyes burning. “You think you can protect him from me? You think this is my first rodeo? No. I studied him. I learned his secrets, and now,” he cackled, slow, drawn out, growing in volume. “Now, I’ve found his most prized secret! His wife! He will come, you can’t hide it, and I will kill him for killing my father.”

She had been right. This wasn’t the Green Goblin. This was his son, Harry Osborne.

Peter had been friends with him in high school. They grew apart when Harry went abroad to a boarding school, a punishment from his father.

“You knew Peter,” she said as they flew towards the water line, weaving above the racing cars down below. Shouts sounded as they were spotted. They were more panicked than she was. “Do you really think he could kill your father?”

They began to ascend, slipping away from the traffic and scaling 8 stories high without trouble. The wind blew her hair back, and at 15 stories she chilled.

“He did,” Harry spat behind the mask. “I thought he was my friend, he pretended to be my friend! All this time he’s been pretending to be my friend! I learned about my father’s death on the NEWSPAPERS!” He shouted. “Just like I learned about his secret identity from the newspapers. I never liked Mysterio much until he exposed him, and now, now I am eternally grateful for him showing me what the Spider Man really is. He’s a filthy liar, and you’re no better.”

. . .

That wasn’t adding up.

Peter died first. She killed Green Goblin after him. And who the hell was Mysterio?

Discretely, she grabbed a pumpkin bomb from him. It was his own stupid fault for keeping his stash right at head height.

They swept high above a clock tower, sitting stationary in the air. The setting sun highlighted him in gold and cast her in his shadow.

“Harry,” she began, but was cut off when his gloved hand grabbed at her throat. She held his wrist as he yanked her up, with more strength than he should’ve had. Her feet dangled freely, lungs receiving a restricted airflow. Behind her, she hid the bomb.

His head tilted. “No. No more lies. No more waiting around. Peter will know what I felt when I learned of his death. He will be too late, just like I was.” His left hand thrusted forward, and she realized too late what was in it. It was her own fault for thinking she could be the only one hiding something behind her back. “For good measure,” he promised with that breathy laugh in his voice.

Sharp metal pierced through her stomach, and her senses cleared, going haywire. Her pupils blew, her mouth dried, and her entire body riddled with tingles.

The Green Goblin dropped her.

He watched. Carefully, as if trying to memorize every detail of her fall. She hoped this image would stay with him for the remainder of his life. When she activated the bomb. When she threw it up, her aim perfect. Precise. Practiced.

When she shot her spider webs at the bomb, ensuring that it stuck to the underside of his glider. She heard the metal thunk. She heard the splack! of her webs sealing it into place.

And while she couldn’t see the look on his face, she did imagine it. At least she got to watch the bomb detonate, blowing him out of the sky. She almost thought she got a glimpse of its warmth before she crashed into the clocktowers glass dome –

No. She didn’t crash into it yet. Something else – someone else crashed into her. They crashed into the glass dome together, the body encompassing her and protecting her from the glass. A vented metal walkway stopped them from traveling all the way down, and that’s where they landed, her on him.

He breathed hard. “Are you okay?”

No. She was anything but okay. She was the furthest from okay. She hadn’t heard that voice in five months. She didn’t think she’d ever hear that voice again.

She leaned her head back, tears in her eyes, and stared into the masked face of her husband. “Peter?” She whispered, voice shaking, disbelief wracking her with shakes.

A crawl ran up her spine.

“Yeah,” he responded with a weight of confusion. “How did you – “

She turned away and spotted the blinking pumpkin bomb – something that once again did not look how her original Goblin designed it, or the one she had just killed designed. This one had the fragility of fall décor, a glass shell with the green stem blinking.

“NO!” She shouted, straightening her wrist, flexing it, shooting her web –

The web slapped into it right as it exploded, and the warmth of the flame was a lot closer as they rolled off the vented walkway, and fell to a hunk of metal clockware below. This time, it was her back that took the hit and the metal imbedded into her stomach shifted, pulling a gasp from her.

Peter pushed off of her, seeing the wound, spotting someone below. “Stay here! I’ll handle this.”

“PETER!” She cried, reaching for him as he jumped down below. She started to turn towards him, but didn’t even get the chance to fully turn. Pain, and commotion, stopped her.

Peter and another Green Goblin shot towards the skies.

A white spider girl with ballet like slippers launched up, as if following pursuit, but she landed right beside Recluse, kneeling down right over her. If that wasn’t concerning enough, a hooded woman with the same spider powers she had, then the second figure that shot after Peter certainly was. And this one wore a mechanical suit, with metal spider legs protruding from the back.

The woman beside her saw the metal and her hands didn’t seem to know where to go. “Okay, wow, big piece. Uh – “

“Peter,” she whispered, tears slipping from the corner of her eyes. “Help him, please.”

“Peter’s going to help him – uh, not that Peter. A different Peter, that dude that just went past us. You need medical attention.” She wore a futuristic watch on her wrist, and raised it to speak. “Call Jess.”

A hologram appeared. There was an explosion in the distance, and she once again saw fire high above the clock tower.

The hologram had a large afro, and wore yellow sunglasses in the same shape as white spider woman’s eye pieces. Only the latter was white interior with a pink outline. Entirely different aesthetics, and yet, the chill she got with her Peter, she got around both women.

“How’s it going Gwen?”

“Uh, okay, you know that thing that happened to Miguel? Yeah, definitely happening here.”

“WHAT?” It was half a snap and half a shocked exclamation. “You said everything was fine!”

“I know and I thought it was, but then I found the black hole in the laboratory where my Doc Ock died, and then a different Green Goblin turned up, nearly killed Recluse, she’s bleeding out right now, a different Spider Man showed up, now my Peter and different Peter are fighting a third Green Goblin –“

“GWEN!” The woman snapped, now a full snap instead of with an element of shock.

“I know I’m sorry but I could totally use some help right now!”

“I’ll send in the team to try and salvage it.”

“And send a medic too!”

“Gwen.” The tone turned serious. “You know what we talked about.”

Recluse, without having a clue as to what was going on, knew it was about her. It told her everything she needed to know about these two people. They weren’t like her Peter, who had never stopped trying to save people. Good guys, strangers, even the villains that tried to kill him. He never stopped trying to save them, and these people were contemplating whether to help her.

If they were in a disagreement about it, then let her be the deciding factor. She didn’t want their help.

She stabilized the piece of metal with two webs, one on either side. She planted her hands into the large metal gear, and she forced herself to stand.

“Hey now, woah okay! What’re you doing – “

Recluse hit her hands away. “Get off me!” She snapped. “I don’t want your help, I don’t need your help. I don’t know what the hell you are, but get out of my city!”

“Hey we’re just trying to help! There’s something going on that you don’t understand – “

Recluse shoved her away again, stumbling. “I don’t care what you say. If you’re trying to be like Spiderman, then let me tell you right now that you are nothing like him. You will never be anything like him, because my Peter never second guessed helping someone. He never sat around, talked about whether someone should be saved, he went out and he did it. Now my Peter’s back, and I’m not losing him again. So get out of my way, or end up like everyone else that ever laid a hand on him.”

She shot her webs into the skies, latched onto metal beams that previously lined the dome, and she leaned back. The webs pulled tighter, tighter. . .and a tingle ran up her spine.

She began to shoot forward, webs carrying her, but a man slammed into her. A man of metal, with metal wings, with his face concealed behind a military grade mask, and his armor nothing more than a simple leather jacket.

Recluse cried out, talons digging into her shoulders as Vulture plucked her from her path to help Peter. She was thrown to the side, and this time, there was no one there to help her. Her body crashed through the glass face of the clock, and she slammed right into the metal minute hand. Too much of her body curved around it, so it didn’t even stop her. Her thighs took the hit, she fell back, and then she really was falling.

Only this time, she was unconscious.

After spending most of her working adult life in a hospital as a bedside nurse, she recognized the sound of an IV pole. Most people thought the heart monitor was the annoying one, but the IV pole was worse. If there was air in the line, it beeped. If the bag was getting low, it beeped. If it was feeling bad, it beeped.

Her beeping IV pole woke her up.

She was in a hospital room, not one that she recognized. There was a large window to her right, and it exposed a world she didn’t recognize. Green grass down below, and blue skies above, but this world. . .was in the future compared to hers. Tall white skyscrapers that should have been dirty from everyday life, yet it still glistened like it was newly made. It looked like a city, yet she had never seen a city so clean before. Cars drove off the ground.

Inside her room, she could recognize what the machines did, but compared to her hospital, it was medieval against modern day.

There was a TV across from her playing music she didn’t recognize.

Recluse sat upright, and winced. Her torso was bandaged. Her shoulders were bandaged. Her thighs ached, her back muscles were hot and tight. Her head pounded. She wore a hospital gown.

First she made sure the bed alarm was shut off. It didn’t alarm when she got up. She unplugged the IV machine, and disconnected the tubing from her catheter. She found a green cap and put that on the end of the loop to keep it clean.

Walking hurt, but she did it anyway. Outside her door was someone right about to walk into her room.

Recluse froze, heart rate picking up in her chest. Her head stopped pounding, instead swimming with possibility like the first time she truly felt in love with him.

It was still the fluffy hair she remembered. He had more stubble, but it was ruggish and she thought it fit him. He was out of his suit, wearing a hospital gown just like her.

But it was without a doubt him.

“Peter,” she breathed, and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him.

They had been married for six years. Before they had been married, they dated from high school. She had kissed him a lot in that time. After losing him, she imagined it too. Tried to retain the memory and feeling, but it had faded.

She remembered enough to know that this wasn’t it.

Peter wasn’t kissing her back. His arms weren’t around her, holding her close and tight, squeezing her just how she liked. He was warm, that much stayed the same.

She stepped back, eyebrows knit, hurt squeezing her heart.

He held up his hands, just as confused. “I – I’m sorry, do I know you?”

She would’ve preferred to be stabbed again. “Peter?”

“You know my name, but I don’t know you, and after everything I was really hoping for some answers. I thought that Strange guy was going to send me home, but I never got back. Then I saw Goblin with you, and you looked like you needed help, but then you had powers, so you’ve gotta be another Spider Man, right? Or Spider Woman? I know there are others out there. Is that how you know my name?”

This was worse than she had ever thought possible, and she truly was stupid for having believed her Peter could come back.

If there were new Green Goblins popping out, and a new Vulture if she recalled correctly, then having a new, different, Peter Parker wasn’t out of the question.

This wasn’t hers. Hers was still dead.

It was too much to handle.

Her hands were shaking as she pushed the fake Peter away. Bare feet walked across the ground, hospital gown bringing a draft up.

“Hey! Where’re you going?!”

Fake Peter caught up to her, his gait unaltered whereas hers was rushed.

“Finding out answers,” Recluse snapped. “I want to know where I am, how I got here, where the hell those imposters came from, and I want to know now!”

“It’s some kind of spider society if that helps! There’s tons of us.”

They got far enough down the hallway to find the nursing station. There was a Spider Man in a red and blue scrubs, still wearing his mask to hide his identity. “You’re not supposed to be out of bed!” He exclaimed, spotting her.

“Consider this leaving against medical advice,” she snapped, not stopping.

He called after her, “you have to fill out the paperwork then!”

She shoved the doors open and stopped right there. She had been expecting a second hallway that led to an elevator for them to go down. She had not been expecting whatever the hell this was.

The fake Peter beside her smiled and that hurt even more. “Welcome to the lobby.”

It was huge. Another skyscraper, and this was packed with people just like the fake Peter. All of them were wearing their suits, crawling along ceilings, swinging to where they needed to go. She saw a dinosaur in the famous red and blue. No one screamed at the sight of it, the animal apparently belonging.

Her fingers were tingling, and not in that sense she got before danger hit. This tingling was pins and needles, and it crawled up her hands.

She didn’t even realize she was walking forward until she hit the railing. As far as she could see, web shooters littered the area.

It was like he said: a spider society.

“I know,” he said, “It’s a lot to take in.”

Her fingers were stuck in place. Her arms were locking up.

“It’s not a lot,” Recluse whispered, “It’s too much.”

The world went black and her body went slack.

#atsv #peter parker x oc #andrew garfield peter parker x oc #gwen stacy #miles morales #miguel o'hara #peter b parker #spiderman across the spiderverse #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #spidergwen #spiderman #Spider Man

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dhampiravidi · 10 months

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"I know I should let you go, but I can't bear the thought of living without you." (And, lastly, a lil' Cass and Caleb heartbreaking au scene :) )

He shouldn'tve said that. That was irresponsible of him, to be saying that to her when she was the one sobbing and tugging at his shirt, pleading for him to go into hiding with her and their friends.

"Cass. Cassia, stop." It was supposed to come out as a hiss or a snap, something mean so she'd want to let go of him. Caleb forced himself to look away, to Ipswich burning in the distance and then over to Pogue, who was waiting by his motorcycle--a blue one. Yellow motorcycles reminded him of the beating that'd landed him in the hospital years before. Caleb locked eyes with Pogue and the two had a silent conversation, the last of many that they'd shared over the long time they'd known each other. Then Caleb looked back down at his girlfriend. "Cassia, I love you. But I gotta go." She'd buried herself in his shirt, right next to the dried patch of Reid's blood. Pogue pulled her out, and all the way back to his bike. She screamed, but she let him. That was the thing about Cass: she always let you be who you were and loved you for it. No matter what.

Caleb watched as Pogue got her on his Ducati, putting the helmet on her head for safety. She'd need it--the apocalypse had just been halted, after all. She sat down first, and Pogue got on behind her, driving towards town. There were still people that needed help evacuating since the fires had touched pretty much every part of town. Ironically, Danvers Manor would be one of the only places in Ipswich that remained.

"You really meant that, didn't you?" Caleb's jaw clenched right as his hands turned to fists. Chase.

"I did, yeah."

"How sweet. Well, the good news is, you won't have to live without her." The demon appeared in front of him, fangs making his shark-like grin even worse. Chase hadn't aged a day, but most of his hair had burnt away. His nails had grown into black claws, his eyes became a blank white, horns broke the skin on his forehead, and patches of scales randomly decorated his body.

"Caleb!" SHIT. Cassia had teleported back, back to where Pogue had been standing. Chase didn't even look at her. He just smiled even wider.

"Say cheese, Caleb. Your girlfriend's watching." There was a sudden, sharp pain, and Cassia cried out like she'd been slapped. But she wasn't the one Chase had chosen. The demon took pleasure in squeezing the weakly-beating heart he'd snatched as the witch girl sank to her knees in disbelief. Caleb stumbled forward, and Chase caught him with his free hand. "You didn't say cheese. Disappointing, hubby," he whispered.

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Caleb woke with a gasp. He immediately went to feel that his heart was, in fact, still in his chest. It was, but unfortunately, his heartbeat was still racing, and it took a minute or two before he could even breathe properly. He moved to sit on the side of the bed and muffled a scream with his pillow, eyes beginning to tear up. Once he'd stopped trembling, and the afterimage of Chase's grin had left his mind, he went for his cell phone, checking for texts. There was just one.

[Jayn, 15 min ago]: Are you OK?

She must've heard him screaming, or...something like that. After all, her room was right next to his. He texted her back.

[Caleb]: Yeah. Bad dream. I'm OK 🙂

He wondered if she could hear the screaming in the emoji's frozen smile, he thought with a sigh. It was 3 AM, so she might not come to his room, but she'd ask him about it later on during breakfast. Would she tell Cassia?

The echo of her scream was still in his head. He went to their last conversation and stared at the six letters that formed her name. Caleb still hadn't told her (or Jayn) anything about Chase. The other guys hadn't either, because if they had, she would have come to him asking questions. He was the one who had fought Chase and came out with two deaths on his conscience. But that was the thing--Chase was dead. No, the firefighters hadn't found his body, and neither had the Sons. They'd made a pact to keep from Using for three whole days, just so that any bit of the Power floating out there could be definitively traced back to one source. Reid kept his promise, as did Pogue and Ty. Caleb was pretty sure they did it because they felt bad for him, though. His mom, Gorman, sort of Sarah before she cut her losses and left--they all felt bad for him.

Caleb wasn't used to people giving him that look. Sad eyes, no words. He didn't want that from Jayn or Cass. So they didn't need to know. Chase wasn't coming back.

Hopefully, Caleb would convince himself of that one day.

[Caleb, to Cass]: I love you ♥

It wasn't the most romantic way to tell her that he'd fallen for her, but he'd make it up to her later. He put his phone back on the nightstand and got under the covers, eyes open. He'd had enough dreams for one night.

#caleb: thread #hello angst my old friend #in--somnium #thanks for the ask!#ok so just in case my writing sucked & this is confusing #in the dream: Chase told Caleb to choose btwn his freedom/watching the world die OR becoming his husband in Hell #just to make his point Chase killed Reid & burned Ipswich :)#oh yeah & Chase went to Hell & got corrupted into a demon #usually Abrahamic stuff makes me a lil uneasy but not this heh

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