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finntheehumaneater · 4 months

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Radio Star ⭐️ (part six!)

so, Hopper and Robin come in in the next part, since I didn’t want this one to be super long (and I’m tired)

also this takes place in the 90s, and if you can guess what cannibal I was talking about, you won’t win anything, but I’ll be proud of you <3

(CW: sore gory description used in a metaphorical sense, mentions of cannibalism) [if I missed any, let me know and I’ll add them]

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“I’m telling you, Bobby, it’ll be good to get out for a bit. See things. It’ll help.” Steve was leaning against the wall, idly flipping through the phone book with a frown on his face as he scanned over the names. He wasn’t looking for anyone to call, he just wanted to know why the hell they had so many phone numbers in here. It wasn’t like they really knew anybody.

Except Ms. Hilda. Who Steve still did not like. He still felt kind of…weird and empty, like his insides were waiting for something to happen again, even though his outsides knew it wasn’t going to. But it could. But then again, how many abduction victims got kidnapped twice? Probably some, actually.

Robin was silent on the end of the phone, probably thinking stuff over. Steve sighed, something horrible chewing up his bones as he looked down. “Bobby?”

“Hm?”

“Do you ever feel like something bad is going to happen? Like—you know it won’t, but you still feel like it?”

“I think that’s called anxiety, Steve.”

“Well, yeah, but like…”

He heard some shuffling on the other end of the line and then Robin sighed, but he knew she wasn’t mad. He still felt like she was, though. “What are you feeling anxious about?”

“Tomorrow. What if something happens again?”

“What would happen?” She was being gentle. Patient. Talking to him like he was stupid. Like the way that Eddie talked to him. But it was different when Robin did it.

“I don’t know. Remember that guy that got imprisoned? February of last year?”

“The guy who ate people?” Robin startled a laugh, sounding confused. “Steve, you’re not going to get cannibalized. Don’t worry.”

“Yeah, but I bet his victims didn’t think they were going to get eaten, either.” Steve muttered, pinching at the skin of his arm. He knew Vickie did that, too, when she got nervous or anxious. It was why she was always covered in bruises. And he could see why she did it, because it made him feel grounded, kind of. Still worried about cannibals, but not as worried.

“Just relax. I’ll—I’ll go with you and Eddie, okay? But I have to go for a bit because Vickie’s waking up. I promised her I’d stop getting out of bed to do things super early. Supposed to be…staying in or whatever.”

“Yeah, well, good luck with that.”

“Thanks.”

Steve sighed, closing the phone book. He didn’t even remember a Henry Jones. Weird. “Bye, Bobby. Love you.”

“Bye,” Robin said quickly, hanging up the phone, and Steve wanted to scream. But he didn’t. Instead, he pinched his arm as hard as he could and called Eddie.

“Hey, this is Eddie Munson.”

“Hi,” Steve said quietly, both hands on the phone and holding it away from his ear a bit like it would burn him if it touched his skin. It made Eddie’s voice sound kind of fuzzy.

“Hey, sweetheart? What’s up?”

“Robin said she’d go. To the lake.”

Eddie hummed softly. “You don’t sound happy about that. What's wrong?”

“She—she’s different. I feel like I’m losing her, Eddie, I…I don’t know, I’m being stupid.” Steve muttered, finally putting the phone up to his ear, because fuck, he really needed to hear Eddie’s voice right now.

“It’s not stupid, honey, don’t worry,” Eddie paused, a bit of hesitance in his voice. “I—it’s close to that thing, isn’t it?”

Steve nodded. “Two days.”

Eddie hummed thoughtfully, and there was a pause. “Drive?”

“No,” Steve answered, but he smiled slightly. “Maybe tonight, though?”

“We always do them at night,” Eddie mused, laughing quietly. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“I like the quiet.”

“I could be quiet if you wanted.” Eddie offered, and there was a long pause of silence between them for a moment, before Steve smiled a bit wider and laughed, looked over at The Shark Movie DVD and didn’t even really think about Robin this time. He didn’t feel all that sad anymore.

“It’s okay when you talk to yourself in the car. S’cute,” Steve muttered, twirling his finger around the phone cord and biting back a stupid fucking smile. Eddie didn’t talk to himself a lot—okay, actually he did, but it was a quiet, soft kind of talking. And he talked like he was talking to Steve, but he wasn’t. Because Steve was supposedly sleeping. He explained things, told stories, sometimes just…talked.

That’s how he knew that Eddie had come to live with his uncle after he ran away from his dad’s house. Now Eddie lived in an apartment with some friends in his band. He worked at the coffee shop to pay off the studio he rented for them. It was called Corroded Coffin. His mom had died of cancer a few years before that. And his favorite color was dark blue. Like the color that the sky was at night when they drove—which, even though Eddie wouldn’t admit it, was why he liked to be put at night so much.

He also knew that Eddie loved pasta—just like Robin, fuck, no, he’s not supposed to be thinking about her right now—but that was because Eddie had taken him out to dinner once last week.

“How do you know I talk to myself?” Eddie muttered back, and Steve could hear the frown in his voice—had to remind himself that it didn’t mean Eddie was mad at him or annoyed.

“Light sleeper.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Eddie didn’t really sound apologetic, though. Which was okay because Steve didn’t like when Eddie apologized for things he didn’t need to. And Eddie didn’t like it when Steve did it, either, but they were both fucked in the head.

“Don’t be.”

There was another pause, and then Eddie said quietly, softly, “You, uh, you think it’s cute?”

Steve nodded, before realizing that Eddie couldn’t see him. He didn’t know why that thought made him ache a bit inside. “Mhm.”

“Huh. Okay,” Eddie whispered, sounding a bit shy, which made Steve’s smile even wider. “So…tonight? I’ll pick you up? And then tomorrow we go to the lake?”

“Yeah. We can go tonight, too, but I know it’s far.”

“No, it’s okay. We can go tonight. It’s like…what, an hour away?”

“Two hours,” Steve corrected, and he could tell that Eddie was messing with his hair from the faint ruffling on the other end. Steve’s face flushed at that.

“Right. Two hours. Do you want me to come over now and hang-out, or pick you up later?” Steve knew the offer was innocent and just Eddie being nice, but Eddie had never actually stopped by the house, and him coming over made Steve nervous. Eddie had a set of keys to the house, in case of emergencies, but he had never had to use them.

“I…you can come over. Just leave in a bit so that I have some time to clean?”

“Yeah, sure. And you don’t have to clean. You should see my place, it’s a mess. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Yeah. Bye, Eddie.”

“Bye, Honey.”

Steve tried to clean the house, but he was so fucking tired and his hands were shaking too much to do anything, really. He dropped onto the bed and pressed his face into the pillow, fighting against falling asleep. He hadn’t been sleeping well—because he only slept well when he and Eddie went on drives. He liked sleeping in Eddie’s car. Closing his eyes with his forehead pressed to the window, sometimes just curled up in the seat, because Eddie drove slow, and he wasn’t afraid of crashing. Opening his eyes in a new place he had never been before—sometimes just a gas station in the middle of nowhere playing songs from the 70s.

He would wake up when Eddie would start playing with his hair, but he just laid still and didn’t say anything, because he knew Eddie would stop if he thought he was awake.

Steve didn’t know when he fell asleep, but he woke up to the mattress dipping down, a hand touching lightly at his shoulder—and for a second he thought it might be Robin, but there were cold rings pressed to his skin. Steve opened his eyes, rolling onto his back to find Eddie looking down at him, propped up over on his elbow.

“Hey,” He whispered, but it came out more as a hum than a word, trying desperately to keep his eyes open.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie whispered, moving some hair out of Steve’s face. “Tired?”

“Mmm.”

Eddie laughed quietly, his eyes darting down to Steve’s lips for a moment, before he hooked his pointer finger under Steve’s chin, his thumb gently pressing against Steve’s bottom lip. “You can go back to bed, honey.”

Steve sighed, reaching up to take Eddie’s hand in his, because he was half-asleep already and didn’t have time to think about what he was doing. He tugged Eddie down next to him, turning back on his side as Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist, pulling him until his face was pressed into Eddie’s chest.

One of Eddie’s hands snaked its way up Steve’s back and into his hair, tugging on a piece gently before kissing the top of his head, nose pressed against his scalp. He could feel Eddie breathing. He could hear it.

Fuck, this was all too much, but in a good way. He wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist, and he heard Eddie laugh—felt the breath skate over his scalp, and he shivered, pulling himself closer to Eddie. He wanted it to be like this all the time. No. That was weird. They were friends.

“Are you okay?” Eddie whispered, kissing Steve’s hair again.

Steve shrugged. “Are there—have there ever been any cannibals here?”

“Not that I know of,” Eddie said thoughtfully, one of his hands rubbing up and down Steve’s spine, and Steve wanted to get closer, maybe even get inside of him. Lay amongst his bones, and such. He knew that Eddie would let him if he asked.

“That’s good,” Steve mumbled, voice muffled by Eddie’s shirt. Eddie sighed, pressing another kiss to the top of Steve’s head. He seemed to like doing that, Steve thought.

“Jus’ go back to sleep, sweetheart. I’ll wake you up in a while if you still want to go on a drive?” Steve nodded as Eddie spoke, feeling his soft and gentle town sink into his bones, flowing through his blood in a way that made him smile.

When Steve woke up, Eddie was curled around him, not really asleep, but he looked like it—eyes closed and his breathing slow. He could have been sleeping, but Steve had seen him asleep, once, when they stayed out too long and Eddie got tired, curled up in the back of the van with his head on Steve’s lap and his arms wrapped around Steve’s waist.

Steve pried himself off of Eddie and watched as he sat up, rubbing his eyes and trying to pull Steve back down, looking half-asleep. “Stevie.”

“Hm?” Steve hummed, letting Eddie pull him back down to the mattress, his face buried in Steve’s neck.

“S’too early, baby. Bed.”

Steve sat up just enough to see the alarm clock on the bedside table, and he smiled slightly at the little noise Eddie made when he was jostled around. Baby was a new name, though. Eddie had never called him that before. Steve could almost feel his brain rotting, right about then. “It’s 20:00.”

“Fuck,” Eddie groaned, his voice sounding breathy as he held onto to Steve a bit tighter, and Steve didn’t know why, but it made him feel weird. “Drive?”

“Not if you don’t want to.” Steve said softly, running his fingers through Eddie’s hair. One of his hands slipped under the hem of Eddie’s shirt, pushing his jean jacket out of the way. His skin was warm—almost too warm, and it nearly made Steve want to move his hand away, but he didn’t. Because Eddie let out this quiet sound and leaned into the touch, his eyes closing again.

“Stay over?” Steve whispered, tracing his fingers along Eddie’s skin, and Eddie nodded, sighing.

“Mmm.”

Steve pushed Eddie until he was sitting up, and then moved to take off his jacket, but Eddie stopped him, catching his wrist and pressing a kiss to it.

Steve smiled slightly, feeling his cheeks fucking burn. He tried to tug his arm back, but Eddie tightened his grip and tugged Steve forwards, biting his wrist. And, really, Steve had no idea why that made him feel all gooey inside—like he wanted to hold onto Eddie and never let him go—but it did.

Eventually, Steve freed his hand from Eddie’s teeth and lips—much to Eddie’s protest—and slipped off his jacket, folding it up and moving Robin’s books from one of the nightstands so that he could put it down on top. He kept a hold of the book, feeling his eyes water, and Eddie’s arms slipped around his waist, kissing his shoulder, his lips nearly touching the collar of Steve’s shirt. Steve wanted Eddie to kiss him everywhere else. He wanted to take off his shirt. He wanted to take off Eddie’s shirt, but he didn’t.

He dropped the book onto the carpet, hating the way that it landed upright, kind of looking like a tent, with the spine facing up—because that was careless and he didn’t want to be careless with Robin’s things—but Eddie tugged him down and curled back around Steve, his nose pressed against the back of Steve’s neck, his arms around Steve’s middle.

Steve sighed, pressing his back up into Eddie even more—ensuring that there was no space between them, and he felt Eddie’s hands slip under his shirt to feel at his stomach, his fingers barely touching the skin as they moved back and forth it lightly. “Night.”

“Goodnight,” Steve whispered, rubbing his thumb across Eddie’s wrist. He looked out towards the closed curtains, his head spinning. Gods, he could fucking get used to this.

thank you to @an-atlas-or-other for beta-ing this <3

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ibetonlosingdogz · 4 months

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shadow and bone (2021 - 2023) // the drowning faith (r.f. kuang) // the borgias (2011 - 2013) // beautiful world, where are you (sally rooney) // hilda furacão (1998) // bob dylan, on joan baez // religion (lana del rey - honeymoon)

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softagenda · 7 months

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until my bones crack and become dust (vere)

vere x reader(f)

canon divergence - new meeting, mates, senobium captured mc

originally posted on ao3

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“Begin the experiment. Present the mate candidate.”

“Specimen 394. Recent traveler to Eridia. Arrived two days ago, requested assistance from the curse breaker division.”

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“Come, Vere.”

Hilda unhooked the back of his collar with a quick twist of wrist. With a languid stretch, Vere straightened from his lean against the wall and brushed the back of his clothes. The pressure of the seal eased on his body, allowing just enough slack on the chains to breathe a little easier. He followed after her, already bored at the prospect of another hunt. “Lowtown today?”

“In the afternoon, perhaps. It’s the first Thursday.”

It took a moment for him to remember the significance of that. “Oh, right. That.” Vere yawned as she led the way down three more hallways, then a locked door in the heart of the tower. Once inside, they descended a hundred steps before arriving at the cold dungeon.

He squinted in the painfully bright lights and clinical white walls, his tail tucked and still against his back. Never liked the place. He’d spent several decades there before as the mages experimented and dissected various parts of his body. Nowadays, after those fruitless years, they only ever brought him down to monitor his health and the seal’s impact on his organs.

And the first Thursday of each month.

Hilda nodded at several mages as they passed, before pausing at a door in the middle of the hall. She drew a six pointed star across the front, her finger tracing a prismatic glow, then opened the door. “I’ll be back in an hour. Don’t cause trouble.”

Vere rolled his eyes and sauntered inside.

The room was small, lined wall to floor in simple stone, and devoid of all furniture except a single chair in the middle of the room. The wall on the right looked into a second examination room through a sheet of warded glass. On the other side stood a single, steel table with iron cuffs at the side and foot.

A mage entered after him and stood by the window, facing him, her clipboard balanced on her hip and taking notes with a quill.

“Would it kill you to put a decent chair in here? A footstool, at least.” With a huff, Vere sat in the wooden chair and crossed his legs. His chin propped on his knuckles, he settled in for the brief show and the nap that would undoubtedly interrupt it.

Within minutes, the door in the other room opened and three people shuffled in.

Two Senobium mages in pristine white uniforms dragged a prisoner onto the steel table. The woman swayed, her knees buckling, unable to stand. Drugged. Still, she resisted more than most of them did, her hands - bandaged, oddly enough - swiping sluggishly at their faces before they’d snapped them in the cuffs.

Her hair spilled over the table’s surface, shining beneath the offensively bright mage lights. The prisoner twisted in the bonds, her eyes swiveling around the room, hazy and confused. She had a pretty face beneath the gag in her mouth: thick lashes, full lips, soft skin. The thin, prisoner’s gown left little to the imagination, her soft curves and lithe muscle bunching as she writhed.

He felt the barest twinge of pity for her, knowing what was to come and the pointless cruelty of it.

Vere watched, his face a mask of indifference beneath the mage’s scrutiny. He met her gaze before glancing behind him with a scowl. “Must we continue this?”

“Yes.”

“The outcome will not change. Hasn’t the hypocrisy made a dent in that sanctimonious superiority yet?”

Her face turned stony. She ignored his question, her hawkish gaze on his face.

“You could at least provide refreshments for this. How am I meant to enjoy the show without wine or fruits?” Vere purred, shifting his finger to hold his temple. He withheld a smirk at her pinched expression.

“Begin the experiment. Present the mate candidate.”

“Specimen 394. Recent traveler to Eridia. Arrived two days ago, requested assistance from the curse breaker division.”

That peaked his interest. Vere looked back, his eyes narrowing on the woman before settling on the bandages. Hmm. His senses were somewhat muffled by the stone and glass separating them, but he took a long, quiet breath, scenting the air.

Leather and dust. A dash of something metallic, steel or blood, he couldn’t distinguish. A sharp, smokey smell - the scent left by a lightning strike. Inhuman. Ancient magic . And something… sweet.

Flowery and ripe, tangy. A fresh peach.

His hindbrain awoke in a sudden, disorientating flash of clarity.

Vere blinked, his body held perfectly still. His heart, normally responsive only to the prospect of a good hunt and a fresh meal, picked up in his chest. This human’s smell. There was something - different about it.

He huffed and forced his body to relax, his tail wrapping around the back of the chair. A yawn earned him a flat look from his guard, even as his mind shuffled through rapid fire explanations and suspicions.

Vere took another long, deep breath. His senses latched on to that fruity after taste, saliva pooling in his mouth. Was it the magic, or the evident suffering that had deeply scarred the woman’s soul? Both could affect the taste of the flesh and spirit, but he’d never encountered one so… sweet.

In the other room, one mage withdrew a knife from his coat pocket.

She sensed it immediately, her eyes narrowing on the blade. Her hands balled into fists, pushing against the steel cuffs to no avail. Cursed . He looked over the bandages, wishing he could smell her better. That would tell him exactly where the odor of ancient magic exuded from. In the cramped space, the odors and scents of all three people grew trapped, fogging up the air.

Still, having been kidnapped off the street and tossed in that frock, it was unlikely they’d keep the bandages on her if they weren’t necessary in some capacity.

“Initiating round one: minor lacerations.”

Her eyes sharpened on him, the knife, and then the ceiling. She seemed to brace herself, her jaw clenching.

His fox stirred inside, roused by the scent of her fear.

Her body flinched at the first practiced cut to her bicep. Metallic and cloying, blood perfumed into the air.

Vere let his right hand fall to the side of the arm’s chair, his claws biting into the wood, posed carefully out of sight from the mage. An irrational irritation welled up inside him - rather than entice him, the scent of her blood and fear threatened to raise his hackles.

What the fuck was happening to him?

The mage cut another line, then another three, until five neat rows of trickling blood dripped down her arm. The scent of blood was now thick in the air, melding with her fear and pain and resignation. He could even smell the odor drifting off of the mages inside as one grew aroused at the sight of her flinching, her body’s muted writhing, her bruised lip as she bit down on the gag to keep any noise from escaping.

Fur brushed against the back of his arms and waist as his tail swished in agitation. As though every cut represented an insult to him, his irritation had quickly bottlenecked into a fury he had never felt before - certainly not for a stranger.

It was growing increasingly difficult to pretend he was not affected by the scene, and the realization stunned and horrified him.

The fuck did he care if they tortured this woman - one of nearly four hundred score, brought in once a month to be cut and violated in a useless attempt to get a rise out of him?

It had never worked. At first he had enjoyed the sessions, feeding off the grief and suffering like a mid-morning snack. Somewhere before one hundred, he’d grown bored with the affair.

He’d never felt like this. Not even close.

The mage was making notes on her clipboard, her head tilted curiously.

“Initiating round two: physical touch.”

A distant rush of sound echoed through his ears. Vere gripped the side of the chair, his claws cutting through the wood like butter, as the mage stinking of arousal set the knife on the table and hovered a hand over the prisoner.

“Due to level 5 contamination in the hands and forearms, this stage will begin with upper torso.”

Definitely cursed, and a nasty one at that.

He wanted to ponder that longer, perhaps even fantasize over what this curse might do to the disgusting pigs pawing at her, but found his focus unwaveringly poised on that bloody hand.

With leering eyes, the mage peeled back the top of her gown. Faint scars crawled over her chest and shoulders - white and smoothed with age. He lowered his bare hand onto her bare shoulder and held there, even as his eyes dropped to the curve of her breasts.

If looks could kill, the searing hatred in her glare would have killed him on contact.

Vere’s fangs pushed at the edge of his gums. He could see his eyes burning in the reflection of the glass, bright pink and violent, fixed on that hand.

He wanted to bite , to tear . He longed to drag that man across the rough road and sharp dregs of the wastes until his screams dissolved into misshapen sobs, his face little more than a smear of blood and flesh. Then he would cut into the skin of that hand and peel it like fruit until every inch that had dared touch her could be burned.

His corpse would make a fine toy for Ais’ soulless.

The mage dragged his hand across her chest, fingertips brushing the edge of her collar bones, before wrapping around her throat loosely.

She was shaking - with rage, fear, deep shame, he wasn’t sure. Fresh blood hit the air, seeping from her balled fists. Her nails must have bitten into her own flesh.

Vere’s eye twitched.

He was more fox than man, his fury rippling through his body, a song of violence that echoed deep into his bones. Thoughts had left him. His attempts to unravel the completely foreign reaction he was experiencing subsumed beneath a clamor of urges, instincts. Get your filthy hands off her. How dare you touch what does not belong to you . That woman is beyond you. She’s - mine.

Vere froze. The word reverberated within him, bizarre, outlandish, and yet - right. So right the growl held back within his chest began to rumble through him.

Mine . Mine mine mine .

The haze of possessive, righteous fury clouded his mind, his senses.

Unbeknownst to the fool beyond the window, the mage moved to the next location - his hand dragging down her chest, pushing the thin gown aside to grab her breast.

Her eyes clenched tight, her disgust visceral on her face.

Vere saw red.

The hand severed from the wrist in a spray of blood.

Three seconds passed.

In the first, the shadows of the room clawed at the mages with vicious abandon.

In the second, Vere had locked his hands at his observer’s jaw and nape, twisting with enough brute force to twist her head all the way around.

In the third, bodies dropped to the floor - two in a spray of blood, one a doll with her strings cut.

His heart hammered in his chest. He panted under the pressure of the chains, his beast writhing against the collar and seal imprisoning his true self. Sweat covered his body, his tail twitching with rage.

Vere turned and punctured the glass with his claws. His fist slammed into them, destroying the seal with brute force until cracks spread across the surface in a spidery web before the window shattered. He jumped through, shards of glass fracturing beneath his boot.

Wide-eyed, her fear thick in the air, the woman looked up at him.

He lurched over her and scented her thoroughly, his face pressed to the crook of her neck. That sweet, tangy scent stole his senses until he had swiped his tongue over her skin, nipped at the flesh. A small sound echoed from her throat, causing naked want to pool thick and insistent in his belly.

In a dazed moment of complete insanity, he pictured himself taking her on the examination table, biting into her neck and holding her to the slab of steel as he plunged himself into her wet heat and rutted until his lust and fire had been sated.

Then a siren erupted outside the room. They had moments before mages would be flooding down the hall, with weapons blessed with holy water, the Abbess ready and waiting to take hold of his chains once more.

His sense returned, and he cut the manacles holding her instead. The tip of his claws accidentally nicked the bandages as well, the length falling limp to the table and revealing skin like a summer storm, threaded through with gold veins.

She immediately grabbed for him, to pull him off, to attack - her hands clasped the iron chain draping over his back. The metal burned white hot and hummed at the touch and then -

Vere gasped.

The seal weakened.

The cloistering seal that had pinned him in for so long, trapped him within the confines of these chains and this body, only to be released at the bidding of the wretched Senobium - and only then at a fraction of his power, neutered, tamed.

Her hand had dropped the chain in shock.

Vere snatched her arm up and held her against the collar, pressing her skin to the seal, manic with impending euphoria.

“Yes. Yes ,” he hissed as her flesh continued to siphon off the power of the seal.

She stared into his glowing, monstrous eyes, her total confusion and shock obvious, until her hand curled around the collar. Her grip tightened as she focused intently on the leather - and the seal began to weaken at an even faster pace.

She was deliberately eroding the seal. Helping him.

Vere pushed with all his might against the remaining magic binding him to his current form, straining and snarling, his body morphing, bones breaking and shifting, fur pushing from his skin -

The collar snapped, and he was free .

A booming, high cackle filled his ears, and it took a moment for him to realize it was Vere himself. His true form consumed what little space existed in the room. The ceiling bowed above him. The door had been blasted off its hinges and shattered into the hall outside.

He felt a flurry of movement below him and craned his snout down to peer at her.

The woman gazed up at him in horrified awe. Now, he scented her and shuddered under the full brunt of that scent. Sweet, tangy, ripe and mouthwatering. He wanted to roll in it. To climb between her legs and drink straight from the source.

His mate.

Nearly four hundred attempts by the damned Senobium to locate her, to find this one being who they believed could be used against him, to bend him to their will in ways they had not succeeded in millenia - and in the span of minutes she had freed him entirely from their control. The enormity of this discovery was something to consider later, but for now -

Vere wanted to laugh. He wanted to swallow her whole.

Mostly, he wanted to get as far away from the tower as possible and as fast as he could run.

He opened his mouth and curled his tongue around her, dragging her into his maw. She screamed and fought him, those perfect little hands scratching at his palate. When ten minutes had passed of him barreled his way out of the tower, crushing mages beneath his paws, she seemed to realize he wasn’t going to eat her (yet) and sat just behind his teeth to watch.

Soon he was sprinting over the wastes, the wind in his fur, power singing through every vein of his body.

Vere had a thousand ideas for what to do with his new found freedom, but he supposed the first would be this: laying claim to his mate and ensuring she was bound to his side, forever.

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somer-writes · 3 months

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ugh ok ok ok i am running wild with this gloom infection concept so i wrote a bunch of stuff down before i forget. subject to change bc im kind of just spitballing as of rn

CW for horror/gore/outbreaks of illness/discussion of violence

Twilight

Comes from Ordon. Ordon was one of the last places for the gloom to reach. Twilight’s not sure if he’s the only one left, but he’s searching for the others despite the village being more or less destroyed.

Was infected with gloom, was “cured” in Faron Spring (read died and resurrected via light spirit shenanigans)

Instead of Twili markings he has gloom scars. He keeps his left arm in wraps where the gloom left his bone exposed at his wrist and upper arm. The wounds are just kind of there and don’t seem to get better but aren’t getting worse. They no longer give him pain and don't bleed. He also has scars on his cheeks/forehead. The whites of his eyes are a little dull

Gloom did weird shit to him! He doesn’t see well but he has sharp smelling and hearing. He’s very slow to bleed so can sustain more damage but is also very slow to heal. Sunlight’s not great for him and he's pyrophobic

Gloom infected people don’t come after him anymore

Around large groups of infected he sort of joins the mob but can be brought out of it with distance

Somewhat forgetful

Brawler - will use improvised weapons or just go fully barehanded against infected

Wild

Comes from Hateno

Got trapped in a house fire set by a neighbor, managed to survive through divine intervention

Lost his memory, covered in scars. The scars cause him mobility issues

Selective mute as a trauma response

Long hair :D but more like TotK length and not LU length

Agile - good at climbing, uses a compound bow and hunting arrows (or makes his own in a pinch)

Wanders aimlessly without a home to attach himself to or people to look for

Makes elixirs/good cook

pretty reckless, enjoys looting to find Good Ingredients XD

Wars

From Castle Town

Military background - one of the few survivors of the initial outbreaks

Had to put down a lot of his own men and civilians

Very outwardly aloof and avoidant of his trauma

Control issues, compulsive need to be "hygienic" (sometimes to the point of harm)

Adept with firearms and will use improvised weapons to spare ammo

Left Castle Town to go to Outset Island

Wind

Outset is mostly untouched by the gloom, but the island is quarantined

Mainlanders tried to flee to the islands and it caused chaos leading to riots

In the chaos of the riots, Aryll was mistakenly taken to the mainland and Wind went after her

Really good at making and setting traps

Terrified of the infected

Gloom

Outbreak caused by Ganon’s tomb being unsealed and his curse being unleashed

The gloom is spread through bodily fluids like blood or spit. Most commonly it’s spread through biting and scratching

Gloomhands can also spread the infection and expedite it into hours rather than days

Infected wounds can be treated with brightbloom seeds which only grow in the very gloom infested depths under Hyrule which makes the medicine hard to come by

Gloom slowly rots the infected while they’re alive. It also degrades mental capability such as cognitive function and sanity. Progresses very similar to dementia except it causes aggression and violence

Gloomhands are borne from several infected corpses piling in one place

Gloom scars are called “gloom burn” because they resemble burn scars. A lot of times the flesh doesn’t entirely heal with successful treatment

The Chain

They converge at Lon-Lon through coincidence

Tasked by Hylia to beat Ganon and end the curse

The Zelda’s all wield light magic which can cure gloom infection and with enough strength (usually through multiple of them gathered) can reverse the effects of gloom and create safe oases

Aside from needing to mull over the rest of the chain, i'm also considering appearances from Midna, the resistance, ravio & hilda, and phantom ganon

the map will be mostly based on totk with some adjustments. modern contemporary setting with fantasy elements.

#somer writes #lu fanfiction #linked universe #lu chain #the infection trend but its gloom and its zelda not ponies #this would trend towards a dark series #probably a lot of body horror and general gore #pestilence au

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sireditsalot4 · 3 months

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The Liaison Part 2

Summary: Continuation of The Liaison Part 1.

Warning: Making out, dry humping

A/N: for any mistakes I’m sorry. I rush through these like no tomorrow lol

It’s been a long and soppy day. The one thing you want to do is go to bed, but due to your clothes still hanging around the house, you can’t.

“Goodnight guys.” Sabrina and Nick wave their byes before descending into her room. Hilda comes up to you. “Goodnight darling. Sorry about your clothes. Are they dry?” Hilda feels for the shirt you hung over the stair railing. Feeling it dry, Hilda smiled. “All nice and dry. Oh, Zelda wants to talk to you.” You raise a brow in confusion. “About what?” Hilda shrugs. “I don’t know. You have to see-” Hilda looks over at the living room where her sister is and smiles. Going back to what you were doing, you start gathering your clothes from the kitchen and working your way out to the stairs. Suddenly feeling as if someone is watching you stop. Standing there in complete silence now, you wait for anything to move.

Hearing nothing you go back to collecting when-

“Y/n?” Zelda’s voice ranges. You jump and drop your hamper. “Coming!” You respond quickly. You mentally kick yourself for sounding eager. Leaving your hamper on the floor, you walk out into the hallway and into the living room where you see Zelda sitting on the couch near the fire with her cigarette holder. She lets out a puff and makes eye contact with you. “Sit.” She only says, looking at the spot next to her. Zelda takes another drag as you sit. “Zelda, what-”

“Shh,” Zelda shifts in her spot turning her whole body towards you. A second later shes crashing her lips onto yours, capturing them in a bone crushing kiss. The pressure and intensity having you to lean on her for support, her hand holds onto your waist as her other puts down the holder and grabs the back of your head. Cupping Zelda’s face with your hands, you feel Zelda pry your lips open with her tongue and soon you two are dueling for dominance. “Come here,” she practically drags you on her lap. You can feel your throat drying and your lungs hurting from the lack of oxygen and pretty soon you two pull apart. You gaze into her eyes lustfully and see she has the same look.

“Are you sure?” You ask. You trace them with your forefinger and thumb. Zelda nods. “What about you? If you don’t want to, we can stop right now-” She runs her hands up and down your thighs and waits for a response. “I’ve been waiting since our first sit down together. God. Zelda Spellman you have no idea what you do to me.” You grind your hips down and she groans, her head dropping against the couch. Pretty soon you’re a mess on top of her, your movement fast and feral and she lets you. Lifting her knee up more until it touches your center, angling it until it touches your clit you gasp and she rubs it, matching with your movements. Sweat starts to form on your forehead and brows. “I’m so close, please Zelda-” your mouth opens but no words come out as the coil in your belly snaps, and Zelda sits there taking it all in as you finish on her. Pleads still roll of your tongue as She rubs over your thighs and hips, helping you come down and you rest your forehead onto hers, not caring If you get sweat on her.

“We should continue this upstairs, shall we?” She asks. You slowly nod your head and let out a laugh. Zelda smiles at you before moving you beside her.

#chillingadventuresofsabrina #zelda spellman #zelda spellman x reader

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helgafolk618 · 3 months

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Hilda and Jo: Together Again

(aka another fanfic idea i had even though i should be working on erikafolk)

"Everything's changed, hasn't it?"

"Yes. But it's the way of the world for things to change. It wasn't for nothing. We'll always have our memories of this place."

"But that's all it is! Memories. Our house is gone. The mountain's gone. Our life here's gone. And now... Now you're gone too."

...

Rewatching the episode "Together Again" in Adventure Time: Distant Lands and finding out about the scrapped storyline for Hilda E2E8 "The Fifty-Year Night," I had a tearjerking idea for a Hilda fanfic.

Johanna dies during Hilda's late teens. What caused her death? Who knows! One thing is certain though: Hilda will never see life the same way again.

Sure, she still was the same fearless, adventure-loving girl; but her motivations for her love for adventures changed. She kept adventuring more than ever in order to distract herself from having the time to even think about Johanna. She still had David, Frida, Alfur, Twig, and all of her wonderful friends, but often she wonders how long will she live for until she dies and gets to join her mother.

It didn't help that Johanna's body disappeared. Her own daughter couldn't even meet her as a ghost.

More information:

In her adult life, Hilda became a naturalist and explorer, authoring several books about her exploits around the world. She's becoming to come to terms with her mother's death. She thought, this is what Johanna would want her to do.

Until one day, she discovered strange, magical creatures, "Skuggers" she called them. Bearing a striking resemblance to a certain fae entity, these creatures have immensely powerful illusion magic. Also a very peculiar oddity with them: they're always sighted with seemingly random individuals who just died. Hilda found out the pattern: Skuggers always look for the remains of fairy-human hybrids. Just when Hilda was getting over Johanna, she saw this as an opportunity to finally get closure about her mother's whereabouts.

She said goodbye to her friends and acquiantances back in Trolberg, only bringing Twig along for her quest to find out more about Skuggers. Although, all her attempts failed because, well, hard to fool a being capable of supernaturally fooling your very senses. After weeks of failure, she was gonna head back to Trolberg when she finally spotted a Skugger, not too far from the wall, bringing a bag of bones; it seemed like it was going somewhere. Hilda and Twig followed it discreetly and discovered a fairy circle in the mountains that was hidden by the Skuggers' magic. Unfortunately, at this point, they were found out and the Skugger sprinted along the mountainside, with Hilda and Twig chasing it. Who did those bones belong to? It seemed like she was finally gonna figure out where they stash all those fairy-hybrid remains. She's gonna see her mother again.

And then she fell.

Very high.

She landed with a thud.

And then she died.

In her final moments, she saw shadowy silhouttes, and then a very strange, colorful, yet familiar environment, before blacking out.

Years has passed. Hilda rose up from the ground and saw that she was transparent and skeletal. She was a ghost! Her tombstone was even there! She thought she was buried at St. Guglows, but a quick turnaround revealed gigantic mushrooms, jade-colored rocks, and a flock of white woffs in the air. She was in Fairy Country!

Turns out, Phinium and Lydia saw Hilda dying and "abducted" her with the watchtower, but it was too late to save her. They hid her body in a very remote place in the isle, where no one but them could find it.

Hilda saw that the entire island is in darkness. Shouldn't the sun never set in Fairy Country? To be honest, she also didn't expect a lot of jury-rigged radiotowers, skyscrapers, and roads. What happened to the fairies?

Yeah, Fairy Country as we know it has been transformed by years of mad science and old magic, thanks to Victoria Van Gale. She assumes de facto control over all of Fairy Country and dubbed them the territory of the "Republic of Van Galea". The Skuggers were her personal inventions, meant to exploit the island's properties where what you see is what people want to believe they are.

Those remains? Skuggers use the ghostly forms of fairy-human hybrids in order to power their illusion magic. They're locked up somewhere in the watchtowers.

Try guessing who else is a certain half-fairy ghost there... ;)

And you know how Hilda reacted to all of this? The fact she died prematurely, the fact that her friends thought of her as missing for years, the fact that Victoria Van Gale has messed up the Fairy Isles beyond belief?

She simply lit up with joy and thought, "I get to see Mum again!"

(The burden of those questions will come to her later).

#hilda #hilda the series #hilda netflix #hilda fanart #hilda fanfic #hilda au #hilda johanna #helgafolk fanart #helgafolk fanfic #hilda together again

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