#Quill Lycan

[muffinsin]

lycan anon here, back at it again, equally as sleep deprived as last time. got my dani concept on the brain. so sorry for the length 😭

succubus daniela dimitrescu. fits her perfectly. succubus daniela dimitrescu, except with a twist. she’s completely inexperienced. brand new, squeaky clean, virgin succubus (where the hell (lol) do they come from? who knows!) that hasn’t been on a single outing- never seduced and drained a single person of their soul, but despite this is CONVINCED she’s the fucking bee’s knees. woefully overconfident and cocky. it’d fool anyone, she’s that good at acting (deluded herself so far into her belief that it comes off as real as a result) and talking big… up until they actually got in bed with her. she probably doesn’t even know how to kiss properly. poor baby needs to be shown how to do everything, but she is extremely eager to learn. continues with her perfect temptress delusion even as she’s actively not doing something well enough and has to be guided to do it better.

daniela is summoned by a (G!P) human mage. they hadn’t actually meant to summon a succubus- they’d intended to summon something else, something powerful that they planned to bind to them and have do their bidding. fucked something up in the spell, and ended up with her instead. but, hey, they won’t let the use of their difficult to obtain materials used during the ritual go to waste. their new plan is to have some fun. no harm in it, they’d pulled out all the stops to ensure their safety during this as a part of their initial plans involving summoning something much more powerful. they quickly discover daniela’s inexperience, and it’s just the cutest fucking thing ever. experienced themself, they take advantage of the opportunity presented to them to play with her and teach her as much as they can. doting on her and feeding her ego. playing along. and dani is sooo convinced she’s in control, entirely unaware of the human’s safety precautions protecting them from her. convinced she’s going to come out of this encounter with a soul under her belt. tricked into thinking this mage is an amateur. up until it’s revealed they’ve decided to stick to their original plan of binding their summoned creature to them after realising the gold they’ve struck. poor, stupid succubaby is made into a pet, complete with a pretty binding collar. and oh, she’s PISSED. outraged. until she’s dominated and fucked dumb by our mage- who is now fully mask off and taking their rightful place as her master- and happily submits. because we know this girl no matter the universe is a sucker for love and attention, and they’re just sooo handsome and sooo sweet to her… so maybe being a pet isn’t so bad after all.

This is some very delicious soup right there!!😳 Sheesh, this got longer than I expected! Not complaining ;)) let’s get into this! ;)

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

Daniela gasps in surprise as colours whirl around her and she is lifted off her feet, merely to be appearing someplace completely different. She blinks, attempting to focus her vision again.

She’s standing in the middle of a cycle of burned powder and strange runes, around her she discovers what must be a laboratory. Bottles of alchemy stand on corners and edges, shelves full of books are stacked along the walls. Tables are set up here and there, holding quills and paper full of writing and runes like the ones at her feet.

The temperature in this odd room is warm, pleasantly so. She hears a heartbeat, loud and clear. Excited, or perhaps afraid? She is no stranger to either reactions upon seeing her.

When the auburn haired woman looks up, she finds a human standing against the wall, just behind a desk that holds papers and books full of incantations, as far as she could tell.

Ah, a mage, she realises.

She smirks at the human, then pulls a playful and seductive smile she’s all too familiar with.

You stare right back at her in surprise. You’re no fool and recognize the woman as a succubus immediately. That…wasn’t quite what you were going for.

You mentally face palm yourself. While the woman looks good enough, as it is to be expected of a creature such as the succubus, she is of little use to your plan.

After all, a succubus doesn’t exactly scream “all powerful servant” to you. You almost pity yourself for the countless rare resources wasted on bringing this creature, this woman, here, and setting up this elaborate net of spells and runes as a way to guarantee your safety. All this for a succubus!

You watch her nudge the burnt powder with the tip of her heel. She’s curious, you note. Her golden eyes catch yours when she looks up at you.

Upon confirming it’s safe to leave the summoning cycle, Daniela steps out, a grin flashing and showing off the sharp teeth settled in her mouth. She smiles at you, playful and sweet.

She feels thrilled! Her first hunt, her first victim! A human mage! Sure, she can think of more valuable souls, but she is proud nonetheless. Mother will praise her for this; she is sure! She will be rewarded greatly for taking this defenceless human’s soul! Daniela giggles again, unable to keep her eagerness at bay.

You watch the woman stalk towards you slowly. She’s playful, yet elegant. She’s seductive, you know this. Yet you feel at ease knowing this creature has not true grip or effect on you. You’re safe, so, perhaps, it wouldn’t be wrong to have some fun.

After all, you spent such a long time looking for the materials, ingredients and resources for this summoning ritual. It would be a crime to let it all go to waste.

And, she is really not at all bad looking. You feel your cock twitch under your robes. She’s just your type.

Her auburn hair glows like fire when the reflection of lights and the fireplace flickers on her, her skin pale yet soft looking. Golden eyes capture your gaze. You have never seen any quite like it.

Her face, soft and roundish, is quite sweet. The woman’s dress clings to her tightly, a large V-Cut revealing her cleavage.

Her gloves are slightly bloodied. You can only imagine what poor soul crossed her path before you, their soul taken and body devoured.

You’re curious about this creature. With your soul and mind safe, surely it won’t hurt to play a little. You have been so lost in your work, your cock could do with some stimulation again.

Daniela smirks widely when she reaches you. The little mage hasn’t even moved! She thinks you’re adorable, utterly helpless for her. Now she too understands the thrill of the hunt and the fun of seduction her sisters would always tell her about. She is excited to finally get a taste herself. She knows, she will top any of their performances. She is, after all, twice as seductive and sweet, is she not?

A gloved hand cups your cheek. “Sweet morsel”, she coos. She bites the inside of her cheek, eyes wide.

Your lips fall open.

Now or never, Daniela thinks eagerly.

You hum when lips come crashing against you- clumsily. You don’t think you’ve ever heard of a clumsy succubus.

But that is all she seems like, her lips barely pushing against yours properly. She struggles pushing her tongue inside, and once you feel it in your mouth, it seems she has difficulty knowing how to proceed.

Your eyes open up. Hers are closed, so that she cannot see your confused frown. She pulls away, smirking and cupping your cheek. “Don’t you worry, my love, you will get more”, she promises breathlessly.

Another time she presses her lips against yours. Again, she is unsure about her tongue, it seems.

She isn’t an experienced kisser, you notice very fast. In fact, she isn’t an experienced anything, judged by how she moans eagerly and keeps her hands hovering between you two awkwardly.

This might get be fun to you, you decide. She’s adorable, struggling with the smallest of tasks, a mere kiss.

The little succubus can’t even brush her tongue against yours properly. You fight the urge to chuckle and coo at her. Despite her futile attempts, she is very sure of herself, moaning and smiling against your lips.

You decide to give into her fantasy. This is interesting…

Daniela moans upon feeling you hum against her. Her little pet appears to enjoy her!

You rest your tongue under her clumsy one, allowing her to at last find it and dominate it with hers. Thankfully, the inexperienced redhead seems to be a fast and eager learner.

Next you push against her properly, smudging your lips against hers, opening a little wider against her rather tense ones. She copies you.

You moan when your little succubus finally does it right, cock twitching. She’s simply adorable!

The woman pulls away again, the smallest of blushes on her cheeks.

You resist the urge to take her already. You can tell she’s on guard now. She might be inexperienced and by far too proud of herself for her achievement of making you moan, but is certainly not foolish. You decide to allow the dear creature to cling onto her sweet fantasy and false sense of dominance a little longer.

“Did you like that, little love?”, she coos. She drags her teeth against your skin, as she has done to many before, easily finding the pulse at your neck.

“Yes, give me more, beautiful, please”, you reply, attempting your best at sounding submissive. Daniela smirks against your skin.

You gasp when you feel her at your neck, licking, biting, licking yet again. “Let’s mark you up, my love. You’re all mine now, aren’t you?”

You’re quick to answer, feigning submission as well as the control of your mind. You’re happy to keep your soul, thank you very much, but don’t mind playing along her little delusions. “Yes, all yours forever, my seductress”

Is the little one trying to create a hickey on you? You smile, knowing she can’t see your face with hers hidden at your neck.

This little succubus is becoming more and more fun.

You wonder how much you can teach her. How inexperienced the poor thing truly is. Will she have ever had a cock in her pussy? You doubt it. Your dick twitches as you merely think of fucking a tight virgin pussy.

More thoughts overtake you, of fucking the redhead and cumming inside her over and over, introducing her to your favourite spells and toys and fill all her virgin holes at ones, make her take it all.

You moan loudly at them, and Daniela grins, believing this to be the result of her sloppy work at your neck. She has created bite marks after bite mark on you.

“You fe-eel so gooood”, you moan softly. She blushes, eyes shutting as she feels satisfied. She knew she’d be better than her sisters! Just how fast have you submitted to her will? She’s the best seductress, she knows this!

“Good Girl, my darling”, she coos. You’re caught off guard by this and buck your hips. The succubus giggles.

You wonder whether she even knows the concept of dirty talk, and if so, how so? Possessiveness strikes you for a moment at the thought of somebody else having taught her this. You want this little succubus all to yourself for today.

“Doesn’t that feel nice, my sweet?”, she whispers. You feel her breasts press against you as she leans closer. Her nipples are hard under the dress she wears.

You pay close attention to her words, and smirk as you gasp at her next bite, finding a pattern at last.

My love,

My darling,

My human,

My sweet,

Sweet morsel

It seems, your inexperienced, poor succubus is quite the fool for love and romance. You almost coo at the woman. She’s making it painfully easy for you, yet this foreplay is making your cock ache. You need her to relief you of it soon.

Daniela gasps when she feels your hands on hers, and giggles as you guide them to your breasts, covering them with yours and squeezing. She resists the urge to coo at you, her pet. You’re so desperate for her! It’s adorable!, she thinks

You moan as your breasts are squeezed, her piercing, golden eyes back on you. “Please, my love”, you whimper. Her eyes widen. “You make me feel so good, my darling”

Daniela blushes a little. She can’t believe it! She’s made you fall in love! Of course, this isn’t too much of a surprise to her. You will only be the first of many, in her eyes.

Although she considers asking her mother to grant her you as a pet. After all, you’re her first! She wants to keep you a little longer, even if you are drained of a soul. She’ll make you feel so good!

She licks alongside your neck, humming seductively. She can tell you’re getting closer. Something about your scent is off, though perhaps it’s only the freshness, she thinks. After all, all her previous meat was captured by her sisters and mother, long drained of a soul already.

She moans when she squeezes your breasts and you let out a gasp. “You make me feel so good, Mistress”

Daniela bites her lip, a fang catching onto it. She’s heard her sisters’s pets calling them this before during feeding times. She feels thrilled to finally have a pet of her own!

You grow restless almost. You don’t want to cum in your garments. Certainly not fully dressed!

“Please, take me. Make me yours, my love. Your soft fingers bring me so much pleasure and aching, oh succubus”, you fake-coo. Despite your words being a little false here and there, you do feel pleasure and aching from her. The pleasure she gives you feels good. You occasionally squeeze her fingers and pull them until she treats you right.

The pet names make the poor succubus feel all hot and needy. Daniela gasps at them, eager and thrilled to have someone in such a state. It’s her right, too!

She can’t wait to push you down and make you eat her core!

You almost huff. It seems your little virgin needs a little more of a hint.

“You’re so beautiful”

“Breathtaking”

“My love”

Each soft spoken phrase is accompanied by moans and whimpers, gasps or groans, and does an excellent job of keeping the woman on her high horse of delusion as you move her hands.

Daniela, on her part, doesn’t even notice it was you that guided her hands. All she realises is your torn open blouse and her hand at the collar. Yes, undressing, of course!

You moan when the redhead at last catches on, dragging your top and bra first, blushing adorably at your bare chest despite her futile attempt of covering it up with a smirk.

“Please, I need you so bad. Please”, you gasp. You feel so close. It’s ridiculous how badly this little succubus turns you on even as she is completely powerless and oblivious.

You’ve long decided you’re keeping this one. While not a companion in the normal sense, not nearly powerful enough to defeat your enemies for you, you know she will make a perfect pet for you. Your own, personal cumdump and toy. You can’t wait to explore the virgin’s sensitive spots and weaknesses, to stretch her with your cock.

Your eyes widen and for a moment you’re scared your protection charm has worn off, just as she drops her garments to the floor.

She is, to her credit, not bad at stripping at all. With slow and sensual movements that seem completely natural to her, she has your eyes hooked on her yet again as she drops the gloves first. Next up her dress follows, pooling on the ground.

Your mouth waters. Your aching cock twitches again when large, soft breasts are revealed to you.

She’s adorable and sexy.

The only thing still covering her are thin, black lace panties.

You groan, blushing when she drops to her knees in front of you.

Daniela eagerly pulls down the rest of your garments, and yet her beautiful, golden eyes widen when she discovers the hard cock between your legs. You nearly laugh, yet cover it up with a cough and moan.

The little virgin is completely caught off guard and it’s the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen.

Still, true to her false delusions, Daniela merely smirks and pulls down your underwear, moving her head back when the large cock nearly slaps against her cheek.

This isn’t a problem, she can bring you pleasure! She’s read plenty of books, and even so, you’re utterly hers. She can do whatever she desires…

You groan, hands gripping the table edge and eyes closing shut when you feel her tongue drag against the side of your cock. “Y-Yes! It feels good, please, more!”

She giggles playfully and smirks at your neediness. She can’t wait to tell her family of her successful hunt! How fast her prey gave in and how you begged for her!

More licks. You’re desperate for her mouth on you, yet wonder whether your little succubus even knows of this, let alone how to do it. You reassure yourself you will guide her.

“Please, I ne-eed it….inside, so…bad! I c-aAa! I can’t!”

You’re panting already, close to your orgasm. You force yourself to hold out a little longer. You want to cum down her throat.

Daniela, to her credit, understands the subtle hint. She’s completely into her own world of delusions, giggling and playing with your cock, licking and sucking at spots. It makes you feel dizzy.

You know, you must claim her. You can’t stand to deprive yourself of your ridiculously adorable and seductive pet for much longer.

Daniela hums as her lips wrap around you with difficulty. She gags nearly instantly, and yet it’s enough for you.

She shrieks, noises muffled by your cock, when you thrust forwards suddenly. Golden eyes water and lips part as she gags when thick semen is shot down her throat. The feeling is foreign, and she isn’t entirely sure she can ever get used to it. It feels soft, a little sticky, and warm.

When you pull back slightly, on your way to pull out, and her eyes close contentedly, you decide to strike.

Using a quick and simple rune of retrieving, your fingers clutch around the thick metal collar. Multiple runes and symbols are carved in it.

Daniela shrieks, however, when she feels it snap shut around her neck, your cock slipping out her mouth. She looks up with wide eyes, unsure what happened. Hands come up to cup the collar hugging her throat tightly. She seems to understand.

“How DARE you!”

You can’t hold back your grin. She’s helpless, utterly so, and it’s adorable.

“I am your superior!”

“Uncuff me now!”

“Cease this!”

Daniela’s face is red as she screams insult after insult. You tsk at her. It seems you need to break your new pet in.

“Let me go! What did you do?!”, Daniela screams. She can’t access her swarm, nor any of the powers she possesses. She feels small and helpless.

Clawed fingers tear at the collar, but it doesn’t come lose in any way.

“You will treat me with respect!”

You chuckle at this, grabbing her by her wrists and pulling her along. She struggles, naturally, attempting to cut and bite.

“You’re going to regret this!”

Her futile threats fall on deaf ears.

Daniela gasps when she is pushed over and has her black panties tugged down as you walk past. Thick, soaked pussy lips peek out between large thighs.

Daniela is quickly back on her feet, raging on. “Let me go! Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?!”

“Uncuff me, pet!”, she yells. She attempts to sound as serious and dominant as her sisters do with their pets during feeding times.

Yet you merely chuckle.

Her eyes widen when she sees the leash and rope in your hands, along with items she doesn’t recognise.

You sigh when the redhead attempts to attack. A single snap of your fingers has the collar push her down harshly, into a kneeling position. You relish in hearing the woman’s gasps. She’s such an unruly little thing now…

Daniela shrieks when her hands are grabbed, attempting to tug them free as more and more phrases fall from her lips. Eventually the red rope wraps around her, tying nimble wrists behind her back. She’s fuming.

“You will regre-MGHM! EUGHH!”

You laugh at her, the ring gag stretching her mouth open wide. “That’s better, sweet thing”, you coo.

“You’ve got quite a mouth on you, my pet”

She jumps upon hearing herself being referred to as such. The gag doesn’t allow for much talking.

Daniela eyes you angrily, her head turning as she notices you attempt to put the leash on her.

A moan ripples from the back of her throat when you grip her hair and keep her in place. She’s blushing by the time you let go, leash in place at her thick binding collar. This isn’t at all how this was supposed to go!

“OOH! MHMMM!”

You ignore her shushed and slurred complains, instead easily move the woman and bend her back over the desk. Daniela squirms helplessly, her tiptoes barely touching the ground, her arms bound.

“Don’t you worry, I’ll teach you, pet.”, you coo. She’s fuming, speaking slurred little phrases, demanding you submit to her.

All this does is bring a chuckle from you.

“First lesson, we’re going to teach you to stop being such a little brat”

She tenses, legs kicking.

Golden eyes meet yours as you walk to the other side of the small desk, right to her face. She yelps when your tip is rubbed against her lip.

“Ah, my poor little succubus. We’re now going to teach you how to handle cock down your throat properly”

Daniela’s golden eyes press shut when she feels you thrust inside her wide open mouth, squirming and gripping onto the rope tightly. You’re not gentle with her, instead thrust fast and rough, using her inexperienced mouth however you want. You’ll fuck the brattiness right out her like no one has before.

You groaned at the feeling, the woman’s throat warm and tight. She keeps gagging and drooling, the poor thing entirely unused to such treatment. It makes you feel hot to know you’re the first to push your cock deep down her throat.

“Good girl. See how nice that works now, my sweet, pretty darling?”

She blushes helplessly as her mouth is used. Your balls slap against her chin every time you push inside, your tip at the back of her throat making her gag.

“GMNNN! MGNMMM! HMN!”

You tsk at your little brat, thrusting harder with more of a point to make her gag than bring yourself pleasure.

She gags loudly, whimpering and whining as more thick, salty tears run down her cheeks from feeling your cock so deep in her throat. She seems to obey again, allowing you to continue your normal, albeit fast and rough thrusts.

You feel the warmth of her cheeks when you cup one lovingly. “Look at my little toy learning! That’s it, pet, breathe through your nose”, you coo. She squirms softly for you, eyes pressed shut tightly. You can only imagine how odd it must be for her to believe she’s in charge in one second, dicked down in the next.

Daniela can’t help but blush and moan under your watchful eye. Never in her life has she received this much care and attention. Undivided attention.

Her hair is gripped and the leash is used to keep her in place when you begin to thrust harder. You’re considering playing with spells here and there, altering the state between your legs a little here and there, or perhaps your endurance. You settle for the latter. You know there is plenty left to do with your little redhead.

She doesn’t know what words you chant, nor their meaning, though her eyes widen at the sparks lighting the tip of your fingers.

Upon her surprised look, you squeeze her soft cheek. “Don’t think you had the upper hand for a second, my little succubus”, you whisper. She shivers, the slick between her legs nearly unbearable. She feels the urge to have something inside- you, your cock, fingers, anything given to her.

Daniela now too understands, she greatly underestimated you.

She squeezes her eyes shut when you cum down her throat once again, attempting to turn her head slightly as you pull out and paint her chin and jaw. “You look adorable this way, sweetheart”

She whimpers. All this attention of yours is making her so needy. She feels herself falling for you already; poor little Daniela always too quick to fall and catch feelings, too delusional to tell whether she is loved or it is nothing but a fabric of her imagination.

You cup your hard cock as you pull out of her entirely, tapping her nose to have her reopen her eyes.

“Now, are we going to behave, pet?”

She whimpers and nods miserably, hissing when you at last take the uncomfortable gag off.

You don’t give the inexperienced little thing time to talk.

“What’s your name, beauty?”

Her face flushes pink.

“Daniela Dimitrescu”, she answers obediently. She whimpers, legs pushing together. She’s never been this needy, despite being a succubus, and all she wants is to be taken so bad.

“Patience, my little pet. At first we will see whether you’ve learned and improved. Don’t think you can fool me, little virgin”

She gasps audibly at this.

“Open up, my adorable Daniela”

She blushes even brighter as her name is used. Ever eager to learn, as well as to receive pleasure, praise and attention, she opens her mouth wide. You smile at her.

“Good Girl, that’s it. Now, don’t you bite down, or we’re going to have some serious trouble, Daniela. I’m not above punishment”

The thought excites her.

You push yourself in again, moaning at her gags around you. Each has her throat tighten around you.

She breathes through her nose immediately this time. You praise her for this. It seems your eager little succubus is indeed a fast learner.

“Now, just wrap your lips and tongue around me, little succubus”

You hiss when she bites down a little, yet your gaze hardens when you see the little smirk she still sports with you in her mouth. So she is a little brat.

You decide to save that for later.

“Now wrap your tongue a-aAh, Y-Yes!”

She hums, her delusional mindset at last somewhat correct. She is good with her tongue, despite her movements being sloppy and inexperienced.

You grip her hair, thrusting slowly as she licks along your cock inside of her, sucking slowly. Surprisingly, the friction of her sharp nails rubbing against you lightly is arousing.

She sucks you eagerly, the little succubus’s skill at last raising. You groan. She’s hot, and adorable, and all yours. You feel her collar at the other side of her neck when you thrust deep.

You allow your little pet to keep going for a while, watching with a blush and arousal clear as day in your eyes as she grows confident once again- and rightfully so.

She swirls her tongue around you, eager to experiment. You let her, moaning softly and holding her cheek. Daniela eagerly sucks up all the attention and affection she gets, even as she is bound and bent over, bound to you by a ritual and spell by far too advanced for the succubus to even attempt to understand.

“A-AH!”

Daniela giggles slurred at your sounds as she bobs her head back and forth.

You groan, your grip on her hair tightening as you make her throat you a little deeper. “That’s right, what a good little girl you can be”

She hums, hips rolling against the desk. You know she must be soaked, her tight cunt drooling. You’re eager to find out, but calm yourself: there is plenty time.

Still, it might not be wrong to prepare the redhead a little for your cock. After all, you can imagine the poor thing won’t have an easy time accepting even your tip into her.

Daniela whimpers when you slip out her mouth. She was in the middle of pleasuring you!

She shivers when you walk up behind her, sliding your hands across her behind. Thick thighs and a beautifully round ass greet you. She’s sensitive.

“YAH!”

The redhead shrieks in embarrassment upon feeling your index and middle finger pull her pussy lips apart. Her blush is hot on her entire face. You hum, licking your lips at the wetness that coats her and drools out of her. She’s so tight, you barely see her little hole. How could you fit inside? You’re eager to find out!

“Now just relax, little succubus”, you coo.

Daniela gasps when she feels a fingertip press against her, her eyebrow rising as she feels it inside. The more you push it in, the better it feels.

Daniela’s eyes cross when you curl your finger inside, her knees weak as she presses her thighs together. It’s unlike anything she’s ever felt!

“Good, I see you’re handling my finger well, my darling pet”

Daniela pants as another is squeezed inside, whimpering at the small stretch she endures. You hum again. Her wetness makes this easier for you.

She whimpers when you pull back out of her, just when it started to feel so good!

Instead her eyes follow yours as you reach forwards, hand wrapping around the handle of a small dagger at your desk. She tenses, whimpering. Bound to you and yours to own, hands tied and legs weak after the throat fucking and small tease she has received, she is utterly helpless for you.

You coo at her, brushing your hand gently over thick, auburn hair. She relaxes again.

“Don’t you worry, sweet Daniela. You’re mine now”, you whisper, leaning forwards as to whisper in her ear. You groan as if causes your erect cock to press up between her warm ass cheeks. “I’ll make sure nothing and nobody hurts my little pet”, you promise in a hushed voice. She mewls below you.

“Now, let’s make sure you’re a little stretched for me until I decide to make use of your tight pussy”, you decide, drawing back yet again.

The woman gasps below you when the tip of the knife’s handle is rubbed through her slit. “Mhmmm, yes!”, she moans, hips grinding eagerly. She’s so adorable for you, believing she can get off without penetration from you.

Her mouth drops open and a shriek is heard in the laboratory as the knife’s handle is pushed inside, stretching her a little and keeping her that way for you. She attempts to push her legs together, and squeaks at the pain caused by the blade. Quickly, her thighs spread again.

Daniela hisses and moans when you playfully slap her round ass, watching hungrily as it jiggles for you. She’s the perfect fucktoy for you. You realize despite not earning what you had originally hoped for, the summoning ritual left you with such a sweet prize nonetheless.

She gasps when you pull her off the table and push her up against the wall, her legs trembling already. She’s utterly soaked, and you haven’t even begun playing with her properly yet.

You untie the wrists of the succubus with ease, instead grab her hands and pull her close to you. She gasps as she is pulled down a little, golden eyes staring up at you obediently.

“I think it’s at last up to me to teach you how to use your mouth and hands, sweetheart.”, you say.

Daniela shrieks when her hair is grabbed and her head is brought forwards, lips smudged against your right nipple, her chest pushed up against your stomach.

Her virgin pussy grips the knife’s handle tight, despite the wetness that seeps from her.

You tsk at your adorable, inexperienced pet. “Wrap your lips around it, little succubus”

She eagerly does so, ever so happy to learn. You gasp when she sucks immediately, lips smearing black lipstick on you, teeth grazing against your skin messily.

“Good…Girl! Yes!”

She hums at the praise, feeling her ego stroked yet again. She thrives off the feeling.

You gently grab her soft hands, guiding them to your hardened and dripping cock. She gasps at the sensation.

“Wrap them around, and stroke up and down, my beautiful slut”

Her cheeks burn. You’re vulgar, and caring, and sweet to her. You’re shamelessly exploiting all her weaknesses. She clenches around the handle, whimpering, yet obeying.

Your head is thrown back at her touches. Her soft hands explore eagerly, touching your tip and shaft, reaching down to cup and squeeze your heavy balls. She is eager and needy for you, just as she should be.

Daniela hums around your nipple, sucking a little harder. You hold the back of her hand lovingly, yet forcefully, not allowing her to pull away for even a moment.

Her nipples are hard against yours.

“Now raise one hand to my other breast, little lamb”

She blushes, but does as she is told, the brat teased out of her at the moment. She feels humiliated by the blade’s handle deep in her pussy, and yet can’t help but moan around your nipple.

Daniela gasps when she feels one of your hands come up to her breasts. “Copy me, pet”

She nods as she gets back to sucking you, her left hand stroking up and down your cock, squeezing and holding you tight, the right resting on your breast.

You feel closer again, her hand heavenly around you, her mouth and fingers equally so.

Beautiful whimpers fill the room when you tug her tiny nipple. She copies the action, and you moan loudly.

You rub hers between your fingers, she does the same.

You’re so proud of how this little vixen is turning out.

“Stroke over my tip, pet”

She moans and hums, hips rolling as she obeys. You laugh at the poor, needy thing, oh so desperately trying to get more pleasure for herself.

You squeeze her nipple and she jumps. You groan when she copies the action. “I see you’re learning now, my dear”, you whisper. Golden eyes stare up at you, and you smile breathlessly as she is whimpering around your breast.

“Come here, kiss me”, you demand when you feel painfully close.

“Let your new master show you how to control a mouth properly”

Daniela’s lips once again push against yours. Immediately she moans when your tongue dominated hers effortlessly, sucking and pulling her closer by her leash. She gasps when you bite her lip, her tongue connected to yours with shared spit when you pull away from her.

You tug her close again, dominating her mouth with ease.

You’re so close.

The succubus moans into your mouth as she tightens around the handle, her nipple squeezed and toyed, her tongue dominated easily.

She groans as her tongue is bit and sucked lightly, and her breast squeezed.

You moan loudly, thick ropes of cum shooting against her stomach. The red haired woman gasps at this, smirking a little as she raises her hand to taste you. The sight is erotic as anything.

“Get back on the table”, you command breathlessly. You can’t wait any longer. You won’t, either.

The moment she’s on the table you pull out the handle, examining its soaked state. “Relax, my little succubus. It will only hurt a moment”

She whimpers, eyes pressed shut when you push forwards. She gasps, sharp nails digging into the wooden table. You’re by far larger than the small handle, and when you merely bump against her tight hole, you wonder whether you will fit at all.

Thankfully, after pushing harshly, your thick tip slips inside. You’re sensitive, and feel as if you could cum from feeling her wrapped around you alone. She’s warm, soft and wet.

“P-Please! It won’t fit!”, she shrieks when you keep pushing. You stroke her cheek gently, your other hand set on her fleshy hip. “Ssshh, let me handle this, pet”, you answer simply. You’re careful with her, unwilling to completely break your newest toy just yet.

At last, you’re about a third inside. She’s writhing beneath you, moaning and blushing hotly, arching her back and gasping at every little inch you put inside of her.

You pull out a little, and feel her tighten around you.

When you push back in, a little more of her tight pussy is stretched.

This keeps on going for several minutes, filled with moans and gasps, until at last you’re fully nestled inside the woman’s sweet cunt.

“M-More please”, she begs. She’s on the verge of an orgasm, her cunt full and her breasts cupped in her own hands.

“There we go, it seems you’ve remembered your manners, darling”, you praise. She gasps when you thrust again, and you moan and groan loudly. She’s heavenly wrapped you. Nothing you’ve had could compare to this.

“Y-Yes! Please! I-A-AA!”

Daniela screams as she cums, her cunt tight and warm, her hands covering her sweet face as she creams around you. You’re unbothered- this is your treat now.

The sweet succubus sings moan after moan, scream after scream for you as you begin hard, fast thrusts into her. She’s your toy, your claimed pet, bound to you until eternity- you know you won’t set your precious prize free.

It’s about time the needy ginger is treated as the slut she is for you. Your hips thrust harshly, an unforgiving and rough pace demonstrating your lust for her.

Daniela is pushed up and down the table by the force you use on her, breasts bouncing and lips spreading to let out moans and such.

You know the inexperienced woman won’t be able to handle all that many orgasms of her own, yet are determined to bring her to a second, intense one at the very least.

Daniela feels this too, her cunt aching and feeling so good at the same time. She feels stuffed and torn in two, satisfied and greedy at the same time.

The little succubus must wait no longer, her golden eyes fighting to stay open as she eyes you.

With a thrust deep and forceful you cum, shooting thick, white ropes of cum inside the woman, and in return receive warm and wet cream around your hard cock.

She screams, her head thrown back against the table as she pants and whimpers, filled pussy on fire, air utterly knocked out of her.

You pull her close to you, her near limp body easily falling against yours. You feel her ragged, warm breath against your neck as you place a small mark on her neck.

Smirking at the bite and hickey adorning her pale neck, an idea for your next lesson comes to your mind.

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #lycan 🐺 anon #resident evil village

[thepatronsaintoffilth]

Your turn! YSLT-4, 11, and 14!

:D :D :D

4. What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

This one's easy! From chapter 3:

"You precious little thing ... I'm gonna have to teach you everything, aren't I?"

See ... I HEARD that line. In his voice. Clear as day.

And if I'm remembering right, this might have been THE line - like the one that made me go from "I might write this" to "I HAVE TO WRITE THIS".

Beyond that though, this dialogue revealed something to me about my interpretation of Karl that I wasn't expecting: he doesn't just want to fuck this girl; in a warped way, he wants to take responsibility for her. And I think it came as a surprise to Karl because it came as a surprise to me 🤣

It's the culmination of a lot of conflicting emotions: suspicion, arousal, confusion, tenderness, more confusion ... just, a lot. In the span of like 3 months or so, Karl goes from:

"I'm drawn to her, but this feels like a setup. I have to keep an eye on her, she's going to try to kill me or ruin me, and I have to figure out who's behind this, what her game is."

To

"I'm still drawn to her, and she hasn't tried to kill or undermine me yet, and she's really fucking distracting and she won't stop looking at me like that (reader:🥺) and I know she's up to something goddammit."

To

"I'm drawn to her, she's drawn to me, she had no fucking idea she's part lycan and that's why she wouldn't acknowledge being in heat the whole time and holy shit, she has no idea what she's doing, I have to take her under my wing, there's so much I'm going to do to her to teach her ..."

11. What do you like best about this fic?

Oooh, this one's a tough call. I reread my work a lot, because its filled with all the kinks and tropes I love the most. I like the way the reader's inner voice has evolved.

But if I had to pick just one, I'd say the 2nd person POV.

I've written fiction - both smut and otherwise - before, but I had never written in the 2nd person until YSLT. It's been a revelation. It feels so much more intimate than even a 1st person POV; like whispering a dirty story directly into the reader's ear.

And what's more, getting to color the tone of that perspective - the reader's "voice" - while still making it an audience/self-insert feels like having my cake and getting to eat it, too.

14. Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

Hmmm ... I guess I would like others to see that you can really interpret Karl in different ways. That your particular headcanon is valid and enriching and has something to offer in its uniqueness to you.

It's not exactly an earth-shattering conclusion - it's literally the basis of all fanfiction and fandom in general - but it felt really important to emphasize that.

Because I seriously delayed writing this story at first, thinking that no one but me would connect with this version of Karl: still damaged, still more quills than a porcupine, but no longer in the grip of an abusive mother figure or overt external threats. It was really comforting to see other people respond to what I thought would be viewed as an off-brand version of Karl. So I hope readers will take that and run with it, if they want to write their own or enjoy him in their own way!

- M.

#ask #answered #yslt #you smell like trouble #you smell like trouble series #heisenberg #karl heisenberg #lord heisenberg #daddy heisenberg #heisenberg x you #heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x you #karl heisenberg x reader #lord heisenberg x you #lord heisenberg x reader #lycanberg #heisendaddy #ao3 #a/b/o #black!reader #black!fem!reader

[filledwithcharacter]

I've come to make an announcement: Aaron Lycan is a bitch-ass motherfucker. He pissed on my fucking wife. That's right, he took his werewolf fuckin quilly dick out and he pissed on my FUCKING wife, and he said his dick was t h i s b i g. And I said that's disgusting. So I'm making a call out post on my Twitter dot com: Aaron Lycan, you got a small dick. It's the size of this walnut except WAY smaller. And guess what? Here's what my dong looks like. That's right baby. Tall points, no quills, no pillows, look at that it looks like two balls and a bong. He fucked my wife so guess what, I'm gonna fuck the earth. That's right, this is what you get! My SUPER LASER PISS! Except I'm not gonna piss on the earth. I'm gonna go higher. I'm pissing on the MOOOON! How do you like that Aphmau? I PISSED ON THE MOON YOU IDIOT! You have 23 hours before the piss d r o p l e t s hit the fucking earth, now get out of my fucking sight before I piss on you too.

You know, I’m getting the impression you don’t like this Aaron guy.

[bhaleesi]

Soldier, Poet, King by the Oh Hellos has been trending (again) so I decided to participate with my OCs from A Wolf Amongst Serpents! 

The Soldiers: known for their strength. Bathed in blood, surrounded by fire. They are always moving forward - no matter the cost, no matter where the road might lead. 

Arion Sylph, Esmerelda Caedis, Hyperion Tydus, Selene Caedis, Theron Lycan.

The Poets: known for their charisma. They have a vision for the world, and they create the path to get it. Their words hold power, and they will use it - for better or worse. 

Isabelle Tydus, Orion Livingstone, Quill Lycan, Reyna Tydus, Celestina Lycan

The Rulers: known for their duty. Heavy expectations have been placed on their shoulders. Though they might bend underneath the weight of their crowns, they do not break. 

Sakura Wolff, Lucien Caedis, Ayden Caedis, Lyra Livingstone, Corvus Livingstone

#these are just my interpretations of what soldier poet and king can mean! #there are some characters that i was unsure of #lucien for example is a ruler who longs to be a poet #selene could've fit any of the three honestly #ayden can be a soldier in certain lights #sakura also longs to be a poet but she must be a ruler #hyperion longs to be a ruler but he is such a soldier #awas #a wolf amongst serpents #soldier poet king #Character Board

[mashkara45]

[x]

#poor lycan :( #mike lebeau #he is a legend #mikey scamp #resident evil village #lycans #rq streams #rusty quill streams #streaming #videogames #horror games #resident evil #biohazard #rusty quill #RQ #quotes #links

[death-tink]

can i know a bit more about the cast??

Craig Cummings is the main lead! They're known to be really emotional and childish, but they're really sweet and thoughtful for those they care about. They have trouble properly expressing themself without getting super emotional, so they end up bottling up a lot.

Dmitri Bacciarini is Craig long time childhood friend and partner! He's a system like me! He's the host. He's often seen as reserved and not known to really talk unless talked to. Dmitri struggles with properly expressing himself and putting trust into others due to a lot going on in his childhood, especially the trauma that caused him to split into a system in the first place.

Lycan is a very. Sad individual. They're selectively mute, so they often don't speak up about their concerns and often blame themself for bad things that happen to them. They just wanna be a good person though and they hold a lot of hope despite their predicament.

Silver Quill is Craig and Dmitri's closest friend! They're a yellow peacock that lives with their polycule and takes photos of everything and post them on their blog! They're known to be kinda jumpy and easy to startle, but they're really kind and gentle despite all the energy they have.

Yves Armistead is another friend of the pair's. Moreso Dmitri's friend since Yves and Dmitri had met in middle school. Yves is a human and she's a really good bird painter! He's often painting birds he sees on his walks after he comes home. She also really loves flowers!!! Especially Birds Of Paradise!

Morghan and Rian Smith are half siblings! Morghan is a baker and owns their bakery! They love making cute cakes and candies for their friends to enjoy! Rian is a song artist! They make lots of chillstep that revolves around healing and getting better! Also they breakdance sometimes at their shows!

Nyami Dawnfur is a friend of Craig's. She's really sweet and has a huge garden that she grows lots of fresh veggies in. They'll often give their friends some of their vegetables and sometimes goes to the hospital to sing to kids and help them feel better! She's also a big calico cat!

Goattie Dream is a bit of a hot head and is known to be short fused for the most part. They don't mean to be an asshole though, oh no. They're just really bad at expressing themself without becoming angry at not knowing how to feel about things. They're really good at jewelry making!! They make stuff like crystal pendants to sell online all the time and have a soft spot for flowers and cottagecore. Also they're a goat-dragon! They can breath fire!

Miss B, or Mary Bacciarini, is Dmitri's mother! She's a really badass older lady that took care of Craig once they left their old home. She really cares about her son and his happiness. Mary is very kind and very calm typically, but she's really good at making herself heard. She really loves her son and wants him to be happy and safe.

#not art #asks #[Entry Log] #craig #craig cummings #dmitri #dmitri bacciarini #silver #silver quill #goattie #goattie dream #lycan #lycan wulf #yves #yves armistead #morghan #morghan smith #rian #rian smith #mary #mary bacciarini #nyami #nyami dawnfur #my oc #Entry Log Lore #Cast Lore

[justletmeplayminecraft]

Yes hello hi this isn't Endyboys Content but I was suddenly hit with the idea of Joerassic Bark being a safe area for a Werewolf!Ren when he turns because Joe builds him a special place for when he's having a Bad Night but there's also the rest of the dogs for the months when the lycan fury just isn't there and he's just a big ol' puppy and can just chill with the other doggos

i think this goes to show how behind i am on requests jkhfds this is set in S7.

but enjoy a ficlet of joe investigating the mysterious wolf at his sanctuary.

Joe clocks the new wolf in the sanctuary immediately. Well, as immediate as one's first visit in the dead of night can be. To begin with, the wolf is uniquely colored brown like soul soil instead of the white of bones. Secondly, the wolf is about twice the size of the usual wolves Joe houses. But they still run around under the moonlight like all the other wolves - playing and rolling in the dirt - so Joe assumes nothing of it.

The wolf is gone by morning, leaving nothing but oversized pawprints.

Interesting.

It's not that he keeps an eye out for the misplaced wolf, but it's not that he doesn't, either. His focus is centred on other parts of the server, and he trusts the wolves to be self-sufficient enough not to worry about them. But he makes it a habit to drop in each night, watching his wolves laze around and gnaw at the bones, just in case. He is, after all, the dog catcher of the server. And that was a very big dog.

The next time he sees the wolf is another moonlit night.

They're bowing to one of Joe's wolves, tail wagging so fast it could blow away a redstone trail. The pair jump around, chasing each other between the ribs with echoing barks. Joe settles beside one of the pumpkins, pulling out his notepad. The scrape of his quill fills the night air beneath the yaps and howls.

Wolf is brown (does not appear to be dirt)

Wolf is larger than average

Full moon?

Very playful

No aggression towards other wolves

Between one stroke of ink to the next, the wolf has vanished. Joe looks up to see the brightening sky heralding the morning. He yawns, rubbing through his hair. At least he has a few leads to follow.

-

The next few days are filled with a lot of reading. Firstly, he looks into different variations of wolves. He manages to find information about modified wolves but no information about wolves like this existing in an unaltered world.

Which leads to his second investigation: the moon cycle. It doesn't take long for him to dig up a lunar calendar, tracing back to the night he first saw the wolf. If he's done his homework correctly, he believes it must have been another full moon night.

When the wolf appears for the third full moon in a row, that confirms it. Whatever Joe's dealing with appears to be a werewolf. Which means, unless somebody has snuck onto the server, he's looking at one of his fellow hermits. That certainly complicates a things a bit.

He considers messaging Xisuma, but the admin would be the last to know of a werewolf in their midst. And he has his doubts that the werewolf is open about it if Joe hasn't heard nothing. But the mystery wolf is clearly finding some comfort in Joe's sanctuary. Joe's research changes course, notes piling up.

Enjoy ample space for running about (sanctuary already works for this)

Packmates (seems to bond well with other wolves)

Source of food (Can leave some meat nearby next full moon. Do werewolves prefer raw or cooked? Wolves eat either)

Enrichment (toys seem to be the obvious answer here)

Somewhere safe and comfortable for difficult transformations

The last point is the one Joe has trouble with.

Nowhere seems to detail what a difficult transformation entails, only that they exist. He searches, failing to find accounts from other werewolves. And it's not like he can talk to the alleged hermit about it. So, Joe finds himself falling back into more human instincts.

He renovates one of the kennels, making it larger and spreading a soft carpet across half the floor. He fills the space with comfortable pillows and blankets, even makes sure there's a water source accessible! Then, he attaches gate. A werewolf should be strong enough to open it, whilst an ordinary wolf would struggle. After all, what does Joe want when he's sick but somewhere comfortable, where his needs are met and he has privacy?

Now he simply has to wait.

-

The werewolf appears during the next full moon, tail wagging. It doesn't take long for them to spot the meat Joe left out (on a surface higher than the normal wolves can reach, otherwise it wouldn't last more than a few minutes.) The wolf tilts their head, tail raised. When they look around, Joe doesn't bother to hide. He just raises a hand when those bright blue eyes land on him. The wolf stays frozen for a long few seconds. Then, they grab a steak off the top and trot back over to the other wolves. Joe lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

He doesn't try to approach - not after that reaction. His curiousity can be set aside out of respect for his fellow hermits. So, Joe simply observes. And he continues to do so each full moon. He builds more equipment for the wolf to play with (being purposefully vague to Cleo when he asks for ideas), marks full moons on his calendar, makes frequent trips to collect whatever meat he can get his hands on.

It becomes a routine, one he enjoys. He stays up late to watch the werewolf play under the moonlight. The wolves themselves seem excited for the visit too; expectantly looking off into the distance as the full moon rises into the sky. Joe sleeps half of the next day and always (miraculously) wakes up feeling rested.

But, as with most routines, there comes a time where it gets interrupted.

The werewolf is late one full moon. Joe's wolves seem anxious, pacing the perimeter of the sanctuary, eeriely quiet. It unsettles Joe in the same way watching Cleo detach an arm does. He knows, logically, the werewolf is not his responsibility. And if he's correct, that the werewolf is one of the hermits, then that is still one of his friends.

Joe frowns, but he wouldn't know where to start looking. So, for now, he sits by the pumpkin he always does and tries not to fall asleep.

He would've thought the effort would be in vain without anything to watch (and he's fallen asleep with the entertainment of the werewolf a few times even still) but the anxiety in the air renders any attempt impossible. Perhaps it's like babies, and Joe finds it difficult to sleep with his wolves' distressed whines. It's a worthwhile hypothesis, if he finds time he could research that further. Either way, it means when the werewolf arrives, Joe is still awake.

Despite having no visible injuries, the wolf appears worse for wear. They move sluggishly, low on their front legs. Their paws are more dragged across the ground than lifted. When one of Joe's wolves approaches, the werewolf bears their teeth, ears flattened and tail between their legs. Joe likes to think he's become pretty knowledgeable about wolf behaviour and this wolf does not look happy. Joe taps his foot. He folds and unfolds his hands. And then he sighs, finally standing up.

The werewolf stumbles back, claws scraping the ground as Joe approaches. He holds his hands up, gently urging one of the wolves coming to investigate away.

"I'm not here to hurt you," Joe starts, and promptly realises he has no idea what to say. "I noticed you appear off-colour tonight, and as a patron of this fine sanctuary, I wanted you to know there's a comfortable kennel where the other wolves can't bother you that has your name on it." He pauses. "Not literally, of course. Unless you would like me to place a sign saying 'that big brown wolf'?" The werewolf doesn't move, blue eyes watching Joe warily. He's fairly certain he isn't breathing at all, if the tight, building pain in his lungs is any indication and he should do that, actually-

The werewolf takes an unsteady, lumbering step forward and it's about then Joe realises the wolf is about as tall as his torso. And that jaw could definitely fit around his arm.

The werewolf waits, watching. Oh.

"Right! After me, then."

To his relief, the werewolf follows him. The other wolves keep their distance as Joe leads them to the kennels; the one he set up. It hasn't been used until now, Joe flicking open the gate. The werewolf pads in, sniffing around the blankets.

"You should be able to open this gate yourself when you want," Joe tells them. "There's a water source there, I can bring the food over and-" The wolf cuts him off by flopping heavily into the pillows, nudging at the blanket as they get comfortable. Joe watches in awed silence until his brain finishes rebooting. "Right, I'll bring the food over and leave you alone for the night!"

When he returns, the werewolf has curled up comfortably amongst the pillows and blankets, nose facing the water source. Though their muscles are still tense, they seems far more relaxed than when they arrived at Joe's sanctuary. Joe slides the plate stacked with meat across, trying not to flinch when the wolf lurches forward to grab one.

"And I will leave you be!" Joe announces quickly. "I'll be nearby so you can-" He's interrupted by a whine. Joe frowns, squinting at the wolf. "I'm afraid I don't understand." They rub at the floor, staring at him. "Do you need anything? I have food, there's water here, I-" Joe yelps as the wolf reaches forward and... Very delicately grabs the fabric of Joe's jeans. They tug Joe closer.

Joe rests his chin on his hand.

"You want me to stay here with you?" He finally guesses. The wolf nods, releasing Joe for a little yap. That's... Okay. If this is a fellow hermit, Joe doubts they'll want to hurt him. If they aren't, he's sure he can deal with that after a very painful respawn.

He sits gingerly on the ground, trying not to invade too much of the wolf's space. A tricky job, it turns out, even with the increased kennel size. It seems his efforts are in vain when the wolf rolls over, wrapping themselves around Joe until they can stick their head in his lap.

"Oh," Joe whispers. His fingers stroke through the silky fur. "Oh. Alright."

They settle down together, curling close. Joe continues to pet the wolf's head, sighing. Despite his many nights spent awake, Joe finds it's a lot harder when a large animal is breathing slowly beside him. Joe sighs, sinking into the fur.

He wakes up blearily, feeling the ground beneath him shift. Something licks his head, Joe opening his eyes a crack at the sound of the gate opening. The shadow of the wolf blocks the doorway, the sky just beginning to brighten. Joe hums, curls back up, and returns to sleep.

-

Joe rushes downstairs at the sound of a knock. He shoves several stacks of wood into his inventory, trying to brush through his hair. He swings the door open, plastering on a big smile.

"Ren!" He greets. "What can I do for you on this fine day?" Ren manages a smile more fake looking than Joe's, rocking back and forth on his feet.

"I, uh," he ruffles the back of his hair, sending some of the strands loose. "Man, this is harder than I thought it would be."

Joe has no idea what this Ren might be referring to, but he offers an encouraging, "It's alright, take your time!" Ren bounces on his toes, taking a deep breath.

"I wanted to thank you for your help, uh, last night?" Last night... Oh!

"You're the werewolf!" Joe declares, before realising that's maybe not something he should say in such a surprised tone. Ren blinks, before he breaks into another nervous smile.

"Yeah, that'll be me." Ren laughs, ducking his head. It's more nervousness than Joe thinks he's ever seen on the man. Werewolf. Do werewolf still identify as men or do they- "I'm- I guess I should-"

"I'm not going to judge you for what you do and don't tell us," Joe interrupts, before Ren can apologise for something he doesn't need to. "I'm glad my sanctuary is serving its purpose." Ren's smile looks a bit more confident this time.

"I appreciate it. Truly." Ren tilts his head. "It was a... Pretty rough transformation last night. I wasn't sure if I'd even make it to your place, dude. And then it was just..." Ren sighs with quiet relief. "You really know how to make a diggity dog feel special."

-

"Good!" Joe claps his hands together. "Because I did a lot of research, but I couldn't find many first hand accounts, and secondary sources are always less reliable."

Ren laughs. For the first time, Joe notices the sharp canines hidden in his smile.

When Joe sees Ren, dog ears proudly on display, he smiles, and asks where Ren got his hair cut.

#hermitcraft #joe hills #rendog #joe #ren #my writing #asks #that last conversation was So Hard i do not havea good grasp of either of their voices #hc

[dragongirl642]

If you are taking requests may I request some Heisenberg with a mute SO (maybe from an injury? Or trauma?) who, initially when they first met he thought they were too afraid of him to speak to him but eventually realised that no, they just CANT speak. Maybe they communicate through sign language instead?

Hi there 😎 To confirm, asks are open for head canons and mashups.

Thank you for the ask, I am thriving of this Heisenberg fix 😘

Discalimer: I am not mute and have never written a mute character before, I apologise for any inconsistencies or stereotypes that arise.

Here are some sfw headcanons for Heisenberg with a mute S/o (including their first meeting).

How he reacts to a first meeting depends on the situation.

If he meets you while doing his job as a Lord, e.g., kidnapping, after the lycan attack, or catching you somewhere you shouldn't be:

Heisenberg isn't surprised when you don't say anything upon meeting him. He knows the effect an unknown man wielding a giant hammer and levitating metal has on an unsuspecting person and can't help but grin at your shocked gasp and wide eyes.

However, he does want a reaction. You know how he just casually stands there and waits for a reaction from Ethan? That.

So he starts to get annoyed when you don't say anything.

No pleas for freedom? Sarcastic comebacks? Witty banter? This man thrives off of whatever communication he can get from anyone who isn't part of his 'family', so he gets angsty.

He will amp up the dramatics for a reaction - think flinging metal past you or holding shards to your neck with his abilities, "Well, are you not going to say anything?" "Cat got your tongue?"

But when you gesture frantically to your throat and mouth and sign at him, he freezes.

At the moment, using his voice is one of the only ways he can actually rebel against his 'family', so he immediately feels pity for you.

Depending on his mood, and whether any of the other Lords or Miranda has a spy nearby, he may shoo you away/point to an exit. But most likely he will either kidnap you to his factory, telling himself that he'll let you go later, or take you to the others anyway.

If he meets you before the incident, while taking one of his coveted jaunts to pub or walk through woods:

Just like in the other situation, he craves communication and reactions.

He is momentarily shocked when you reveal that you can't verbally communicate with him, but then tries to immediately show-off the little Romanian sign language he knows. (During his initial kidnapping and experimentation by Mother Miranda, he met and learned a few phrases from one of the other children and a maid). However, he quickly realises that it's not enough to have a full conversation; also, you might/probably sign in a different language/non-compatible variant (BSL, Auslan, ASL, SSl, etc...).

If you respond with enthusiasm to his attempts, he will be encouraged to seek out other means of holding a conversation, writing on a napkin, playing yes-or-no, and charades.

Will make a lot of jokes and innuendos about a common language that doesn't require talking. (Wink wink 😉😱 if you know what I mean)

He's surprised by how much fun he has talking to you and playing yes-no/charades. He doesn't want to leave but he will.

Will most likely hint that you should leave the area, believing you'll be safer away form the village. (Anyone would be).

Whilst in a relationship

As mentioned before, Heisenberg is very insecure and requires reassurance from his s/o that they want to stay with him. Establishing communication with his s/o is of paramount importance.

All the paper he owns always ends up oil-stained, ripped, or charred, but he somehow immediately finds a clean notepad and gifts it to you with a gilded quill. He may forget to provide ink at first, but he soon realises.

Alao, if you're used to modern conveniences, you may have to deal with a quill for awhile - Pens, what pens, all of his are chewed to oblivion and empty, same for his pencils, chewed and shattered. He searches for three hours across the whole factory before he realises he doesn't have a single working pen left and will go out to find more (or buy some of the duke).

He learns the sign language you use. Even though he's a fast learner, It's a slow process since the only material he has to learn with is a few scraps of paper from an outdated sign book, in the wrong language, and you.

When signing, his accent is a bit lazy (especially if he's working) and, if you teach him, he uses a lot of slang, for speed. Basically the signed equivalent of a stereotypical movie cowboy drawl.

Although he's adverse to physical affection anyway, especially at the start of the relationship, he gradually gets more needy with hand-holding and kisses.

Everytime you squeeze his hand in response to a question/statement, he raises your hand and kisses the palm. It makes conversations ten times as long but he won't stop no matter what.

Kisses your neck...a lot!

Definitely knows morse code. Builds a receiver set so you can message him anywhere in the factory. If you know it too, he's happy to respond to you tapping messages, and sometimes making cheeky jokes and innuendos from around a corner where you cant see him. If you don't, he'll teach you.

Also, morse code arguments...that almost always end in laughter if one of you taps out "don't yell at me".

Will try and build an arm-mounted typewriter for you...It doesn't go well.

One day when he's tinkering around making more headgear for a hauler he has an idea and excitedly rushes to find you. Just like how the headgear simulates brain activity, he offers to try and build a neural implant that will transmit your thoughts to a speaker.

He will mope around/sulk if you reject him, and start building it in secret. If you give in to his puppy eyes and agree he will throw himself into building it, but once he realises how intrusive/dangerous it will be for you, he stops and congratulates himself on keeping you safe (even though it was his idea in the first place).

If you're mute due to an injury, he will sometimes entertain the thought of building mechanical vocal chords.

If you're a selective mute, due to trauma, the first time he hears you speak (if you do), he starts crying. Definitely recorded you for playback later.

I think he is the Lord most likely to use the fact that you're mute against you in an argument. Either as an insult, or to gain the upper hand by tearing away whatever you're using for communication to silence you, e.g., taking away your paper, pinning your hands to the wall so you cant sign, etc...

He always regrets it though, and will try to apologise by being extra accommodating and making you gifts.

If he is in a tantrum, after coming back from a 'family' meeting, and there is metal flying everywhere, It will be even harder to get his attention than normal.

The first time this happened, he didn't realise you were there until a shard of metal sliced open your arm and you fell into some boxes stacked in the corner. Thr clatter, your tears, and the pained sound you made, brought him back to the moment and sent him straight into panic mode, he fussed over you for five hours with tears in his eyes; patching your arm, worrying over blood loss, holding your hand and refusing to let go.

He made a loud jangly bracelet or belt covered in bells and asked you to wear them. It took a while of steady convincing for him to realise this is going overboard.

However, despite your refusal, he knows the factory is a dangerous place and is terrified that you may one day be in danger and he wouldn't realise. (Even more so that he will be the one to hurt you).

He finds an airhorn, and also makes a panic button that will set off the factory's alarms, for you. Should you ever find yourself in danger, e.g., cornered by a lycan or soldat, there's an intruder, or you need to snap him out of an episode, you can just blow the horn/start the alarms and he'll come running.

He will sulk until you accept the panic button and try and hide it in your clothes, either with his powers or through 'surprise hugs' (which is instantly suspicious, because he's not the one to initiate hugs most of the time).

(I feel like he would make a panic button for a non-mute s/o too. Losing you is this man's biggest fear).

Whew...all done. 😅 Thank you again for the ask, it was eye-opening researching different types of sign language.

#re8 #re8 village #re8 headcanons #re headcanons #resident evil 8 #resident evil heisenberg #karl heisenberg x mute reader #re8 karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x you

[jamiethetrans]

Tell Me Your Story - Ch 9

Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader

AN: Sorry about the long wait for this chapter! I do hope you enjoy it though :D

- Jamie

•

You had now lived in the castle for almost four months and your collarbone was as good as it could be. You were actually able to carry something heavy now without pain.

Not that Alcina ever let you carry anything anyway. After you had really gotten to know each other, you had come to learn she was overprotective. Very. Overprotective.

Sure you knew she was overprotective with her daughters. And you got that. They were her daughters after all. And after everything with that Ethan Winters. Hell you would be overprotective too.

But with you? It had come as a surprise as first, one of the meetings with mother Miranda and the other lords where you were forced to meet next to her side. The lycans had once more sneered at you, eyed you like you were their dinner and Alcina had brought you closer by your waist.

Heisenberg had said something about you being sweet as a cup of tea with lots of sugar and Alcina had actually growled at him.

But now you were used to it, her hands firmly taking their place on your shoulders every time one of the servants or maids would look at you in a different way. Her arm would go around you the moment she saw one of them touch you. How dared they touch what was hers.

Not that you had actually talked about what kind of relationship you had. All you knew was that it was a relationship with lots of sex and secret heated make out sessions.

You admitted you felt attracted to her. She was gorgeous, who wouldn’t? And sure now that you had opened up for more than just friends, you liked her. A lot. But love? Not once has it been mentioned, but you felt it. You both did. Though none of you would ever admit it, too afraid the other wasn’t feeling the same. Was it too early? Or maybe it was too late. Alcina knew there was a chance you wanted to leave the castle. Wanting to explore the world.

After seeing the countless of photos on your camera from the memories Doctor Quill and gotten you, she could see in your eyes how you longed to actually get out there and discover the world.

And she would let you. She cared enough for you to let you go if you made that choice. And if she could, she would go with you. She would follow you to the end of the world, discover everything with you.

But she couldn’t.

She knew her daughters couldn’t go anywhere where it was cold and she wouldn’t dare even try to take one of them out. They were her everything and especially after Ethan Winters, she became so protective of them. Their hunts were completely shut down and it had taken her mere months to let them go outside despite the weather being warmer than ever.

The picnic was only the second time she had let them go outside.

But she knew it would be difficult to go against Mother Miranda. But with the child being her vessel, she got her precious Eva back, perhaps it would be a tiny bit easier?

“Alcina?”

Alcina blinked her eyes and turned to see you standing next to you, your hand softly stroking hers. “Are you alright?”

Alcina sighed and got down on her knees, looking into your eyes. “Y/n… have you thought about… leaving this castle?”

She knew her heart would break if you said yes, but she needed to know. She needed to know wether she should let you go or let you stay. She would do whatever it took for you to be happy.

You stared at her in confusion, not expecting the question to pop up but you could see the worry in her eyes.

You covered her cheek and smiled softly. “If I’m ever leaving this castle, I will take you with me”, you whispered and she smiled softly back at you. “And the girls of course but who counts”

Alcina chuckled slapping your arm gently and you smiled leaning up to kiss her softly. She smiled into the kiss pulling you closer and you moaned into the kiss.

“But if I’m ever gonna take you anywhere, I believe we have a virus to destroy”, you said and Alcina furrowed her eyebrows.

“You… you want to destroy it?”

You nodded kissing her cheek. “I know your back hurts every time you go through the doors or sit by the desk thing”, you said making hand waves at the vanity in the corner of the room and Alcina chuckled.

“And I know the Cadou is a part of you, but it’s also a curse and I wish to free you from it. If it’s possible, I want to make you human again”

Alcina stood from the floor on her knees and carried you into her arms, you letting out a surprised yelp.

“Alcina!”

The woman laughed and walked with you over her shoulder, walking out of the dressing room and down the hallway.

“What the hell?”, Daniela whispered to herself as she and her sisters sat in living room, seeing you and their mother on the balcony, walking towards their mother’s bedroom.

The two other sisters turned as well and all three girls noticed the huge smile on their mother‘s face, Cassandra noticing the small pout on your face as well making her chuckle.

Their flies stood on the coffee table, drinking blood from a small bowl in front of them. They all looked up as well, Daniela’s scratching its head.

“Alcina!”

Alcina walked inside her bedroom and immediately threw you onto the bed, crawling on top of you. “What was that for?”, you asked with a huge laugh and Alcina smiled wide at you.

“You are the most amazing human I’ve ever met”, she whispered and immediately kissed you hard making you moan.

“Do you think they have intercourse?”, Cassandra asked her sisters and they both stared back at her, their flies doing the same.

“Sex Cass. They’re having sex yes”, Daniela corrected her sister and the brunette rolled her eyes going back to her book. Bela simply shook her head with a small smile before going back to her own book.

The flies stared back at each other for a moment before drinking from the bowl again.

•

You sat by the dining table and ate some chicken when the doors bursted open and you almost jumped out of your seat, having been too gone in your food. You were a food lover by heart and you never shared your food with anyone.

The three girls ran towards you and you frowned at their behavior. “We got something for you!”, Daniela said with enthusiasm and you nodded, food still filling up your mouth.

“I’m sorry did we interrupt your dinner time?”, Bela apologized and you swallowed your food before shaking your head.

“It’s fine. What’s up?”

Suddenly Alcina stepped in with something in her arms, and you all turned to her. Though you noticed Cassandra kept staring at your plate of food.

“What’s this?”, you asked curiously and Alcina came over to the table and placed the big bottle on the table.

“This. Is the Cadou”, she said and you widened your eyes at her.

“That thing is inside you?”

“Yes”

You couldn’t widen your eyes more even if you tried. Daniela looked worried at you for a moment, thinking your eyes would pop out. You turned to the parasite and stared at it with interest, your food all forgotten now. Although you noticed in the corner of your eye that Cassandra’s interest was suddenly peeked.

Silence took over the room as you studied the virus with interest. Daniela was about to open her mouth to say something when she felt a firm hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She looked up at her mother and Alcina gently shook her head.

“Alright”, you eventually said and they all turned to you. You took a deep breath and placed your hand carefully on the bottle.

The images immediately overflowed your mind. The cave for the home of the Cadou, a woman walking inside and discovering it, getting infected. The Cadou infecting several humans and even some animals. People dying from the thing.

The images changed and a man appeared in a white lap coat, studying the parasite. You immediately recognized the man as doctor Quill.

He wrote something down in a note book and you looked further down, seeing the text. But suddenly the parasite started to scream and doctor Quill quickly got back, groaning.

”So you’re just like the others. Weakness; praziquantel”

You gasped and looked down at the glass bottle, the glass cracking slightly. You looked up at the others and noticed how close Cassandra stood.

“Get back!”, you yelled and jumped at the brunette, the glass shattering into thousands of pieces.

Daniela and Bela jumped back as well, Alcina immediately bringing her arms around them in protection while you landed  on top of Cassandra on the floor.

“Mama!”, the girl cried out and Alcina immediately ran over to you and Cassandra, seeing you unconscious.

Bela was quick as well, removing you from Cassandra so the girl could hug her mother. “Mother their breathing is minimal”, the blonde said and Alcina kissed Cassandra’s face before she turned brought you into her arms.

She brought two fingers to your pulse point and felt the faint beating of your pulse. “They’ll be fine”, she whispered and all three girls sighed in relief.

“They… they saved me”, Cassandra said quietly and they all turned to her. Alcina brought her hand to her daughter’s face and caressed her cheek softly.

“Thank god they did”, she whispered and Cassandra leaned into her mother’s touch. She turned back to you and stared at your relaxed face, seeing a cut just above your eyebrow. She leaned down and kissed the scar gently.

•

When you woke, the sunset was just setting, the soft orange color forcing its way inside the bedroom through the curtains. You immediately felt a headache coming and you brought your hand to your head, feeling a tiny scratch on your forehead.

You tried to move but you were stuck in place and noticed the large arm that was holding you around your midsection. But the arm suddenly moved allowing you to turn around and you met Alcina’s eyes.

“Hi”, you whispered and she looked down at you with soft eyes.

“You saved her”, she whispered and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“What?”

“Cassandra. You jumped in front of her”,

You remembered back to the bottle with the Cadou and how it shattered. “Of course I did”, you said and Alcina smiled softly at you. “She’s your daughter. I care about her. About all of them”

A tear fell down her cheek and she brought her hand to your cheek, leaning down for a kiss. “Thank you y/n”

You brought your hand to her cheek and forced her to meet your eyes. “Don’t cry”

She let out a chuckle and kissed your forehead, more specific the scar and you had expected it to hurt but to your surprise, it was a nice feeling. You moved closer to her and she brought her arm around you, pulling you protectively close, her lips lingering on your scar. It didn’t take any of you long to fall asleep.

•

When you woke again, you could still feel her against you, her lips against your scar. You smiled at the warmth and love you felt and sighed in satisfaction. You laid still for a few minutes, enjoying the moment with her, watching her sleep.

You were getting used to wake up with her every day and yet you always found yourself surprised every morning.

How did you end up with the most amazing woman you’ve ever met? How did you deserve her love and care?

Certainly there must be some things in life that you must have done to earn such beauty as your love.

You sighed and moved away from her warmth, kissing her cheek before getting out of the bed. You walked over to the window to the balcony and looked outside, seeing the sun standing tall.

You smiled and opened the door, inhaling as the summer breeze flew through. You walked out and looked over the beautiful view of the village, the sun shining down on the small houses.

You could see the people walking around, greeting each other, the smiles and laughter no doubt filling the air.

You wish you could hear it, but the castle was jus too far away. You sighed, accepting you wouldn’t get further than this as of now. Maybe one day when you’ve gotten rid of the virus for good.

You suddenly felt hands on your shoulder and you smiled at the feeling and turned to look up at Alcina.

“Slept well darling?”, she asked and you nodded. You looked up and smiled at her, receiving a smile in return.

“I thought about going down to the village. Looking for something for the Cadou. Maybe some books on reading about it further”

Alcina shook her head gently and took a hold of your hand. “I have a library in my castle. A section with only books on the Cadou. You will find more information in that section than you will find in all of Romania. Trust me darling”

You nodded in acceptance and Alcina sighed. “So that’s what you’ll be spending the day doing”, she said and you nodded.

“I want to free you from that pain”

Alcina gave a soft smile and crouched down in front of you so you were eye level with her.

“Darling listen to me. I appreciate the hard work and dedication you put into this”, she said. “But there is a chance it will kill me”

You stayed silent, watching her with tears forming in your eyes. She sighed and pulling you closer by your waist, covering your cheek. “And I want you to understand something. The past couple of months has been… overwhelming”

You nodded, understanding completely what she meant. “But also the best months for a very long time”

“Me too”, you said and she smiled kissing your forehead gently.

“It’s been decades since my heart has beaten so fast. Every time I look at you. Every time I hear your voice. Every time you smile”

“Babe stop I’m gonna cry”, you chuckled, feeling tears form even more. Alcina chuckled and leaned down, kissing you softly.

“Don’t worry darling. I will hold you if you do”

You chuckled and kissed her once more, feeling yourself falling in love even more. You suddenly pulled back and looked into her eyes. “What is it darling?”

You stared into her eyes, feeling your heart beat faster at the look in her eyes. They showed nothing but love. “I–“

“Mom mom mom mom mom!”

Alcina actually groaned at the interruption and kissed you once more before standing from the ground, the pain easy to spot in her eyes. “Babe–“

“Go get yourself ready for breakfast. I’ll meet you in the dining room”, she interrupted you and you sighed watching her leave. You hated seeing her in pain and you were determined to take that parasite out of her and make her human again. And you would do whatever it takes.

•

“What’s wrong Daniela”, Alcina said as she walked down the stairs towards the living room and once she entered the doors, she discovered the reason for her daughter’s outburst.

“Hello dear sister”

Alcina hardened her eyes and stepped forward. “What are you doing here Heisenberg?”

“What? Can’t a brother visit his dear sister?”

“No”, Alcina said simply and the man rolled his eyes. “Heisenberg if you don’t have a reason to be here, I must ask you to leave”

The man pulled out a letter from his pocket, Alcina frowning as he handed it to her. She opened it and immediately noticed it was from Mother Miranda.

“Have you read this?”, she asked after a few seconds of silent reading. Heisenberg shook his head and Alcina sighed reading it one more time, making sure she was reading correctly.

“What it is?”

“Mother Miranda. Thank you Heisenberg. You can leave” And with that, Alcina left, leaving Heisenberg alone by the entrance.

“Alcina wait! What did it say?”

Alcina walked up the stairs angrily, her steps easily heard from her bedroom. You frowned and looked up from your book, watching the door for a moment. A few seconds went by, the steps getting louder and louder.

Hadn’t you known it was her, it would terrify the hell out of you. The door bursted open and you immediately noticed how hardened her eyes were.

“This! Mother fucking Miranda!”, she yelled, throwing the letter onto the table and you widened your eyes at the language. You watched her walk around the room, anger filling her eyes. But as the seconds went by, the anger slowly faded and sadness took over, tears forming.

“Alci?”

The woman turned meeting your eyes and she smiled at the sight of you, sitting in her bed beneath the covers, a book in your hands. You looked at her with worry, a soft frown taking over as well. She let out a small chuckle and walked over to you, sitting down in the bed next to you.

Without a word. She took off her hat and gloves, placing them on the small table, the hat hanging on the bed frame. She started opening her dress and without a word, you helped opening it from behind. You immediately kissed her bare back, the moment the dress was gone and she smiled, closing her eyes at the feeling.

She stood and took it off completely, hanging it back in her closet. You watched her now standing in her beautiful lingerie. It was black with flower patterns, almost see through. It was gorgeous. She was gorgeous. And you smiled at the sight. She was more beautiful when she was vulnerable. Definitely more beautiful.

She barely showed that side of her and while you loved her fierce and dominant side, watching her vulnerable and submissive was such a beautiful look. You loved her. Truly loved her.

“What?”, she suddenly asked, noticing how you were staring at her. You blinked your eyes as you came back from your own thoughts and gave her a smile.

“You’re so beautiful Alci”, you whispered and Alcina smiled back at you. She walked over to you and sat down next to you. Placing her hand in your cheek, she pulled you closer and kissed you softly.

“I love you”, you whispered and she pulled back, looking into your eyes. You felt your heart beat faster at the waiting. She looked at you without any words coming out. It was mortifying. Sitting and waiting. Was it too early? Did she not feel the same way? Had you gone too far?

“Alci–“

“I love you too draga mea”

Your smile slowly spread as you stared into her eyes and you immediately kissed her again, your kisses burning with passion. She kissed you back with just as much passion and you felt yourself falling harder and harder for her. Though you were sure it was impossible.

•

When you woke the next morning, you felt her arm around your naked form, her mouth against your scar, in almost a protective manner. You groaned and moved out of her arms, despite her protests in her own groans. You sat up in the bed and stood, walking towards the bathroom.

On the way you noticed the letter on the table and curiosity got the best of you. You walked closer and read the first few words carefully, widening your eyes at them.

Ethan Winters was alive.

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The Arcana

Nadia

Lucio

Julian

Portia

The Walking Dead

Negan

Rick Grimes

Merle Dixon

Daryl Dixon

Tyreese Williams

Morgan Jones

Sasha Williams

Glenn Rhee

Maggie Greene

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Abraham Ford

Eugene Porter

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Andrea Harrison

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Beta

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Claes Bang version

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Castlevania

Alucard / Adrian Tepes

Sypha Belnades

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Dracula Tepes

Isaac

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Alien

Amanda Ripley

Ellen Ripley

Xenomorph

Neomorph (Adult)

Predator

Yautja

Stranger Things

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Kingsman

Agent Tequila

Agent Whiskey

Eggsy

Harry Hart

Venom

Eddie Brock

Venom

Marvel

Wade Wilson

Peter Quill

Gamora

Nebula

Kraglin Obfonteri

Yondu Udonta

Drax The Destroyer

Mantis

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff

Loki Laufeyson

Bruce Banner

Taneleer Tivan

En-Dwi Gast

Thor Odinson

Horror

Pyramid Head

Silent Hill Nurse

Jason Voorhees

Freddy Krueger

Michael Myers

Bubba / Jedediah Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Brahms Heelshire

Billy Lenz

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

John Kramer

Amanda Young

Asa Emory

Rusty Nail

Pelle

Pinhead

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Baby Firefly

Norman Nordstrom / The Blind Man

Charles Lee Ray

Tiffany Valentine

Pennywise (both versions)

Nosferatu

Frankenstein's Monster

Werewolves / Were-creatures

Shapeshifters (Will not write for s**nw**ke*s or w*nd**o out of respect to native american and indigenous peoples)

Shadow Creatures

Naga

Gorgons

Incubi / Succubi / Demons

Angels

Minotaur

Vampires

Hybrids

Driders

Dryads

Aliens

Mermaids / Octopoids

Underworld

Michael

Selene

Sonia

Lucian

Markus

Viktor

Resident Evil

Ada Wong

Project Alice

Bennett

Jill Valentine

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Karl Heisenberg

Mother Miranda

Nemesis

Lycans

Mr. X

Ash Vs. The Evil Dead

Kelly

Pablo

Ash

Ruby

Sons Of Anarchy

Clay

Gemma

Jax

Opie

Tig

Chibs

Juice

Happy

Half Sack

Bobby

Breaking Bad

Saul Goodman

Jesse Pinkman

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Polly Gray

Alfie Solomons

Red Dead Redemption

Dutch

Molly

Arthur

John

Hosea

Javier

Lenny

Micah

Charles

Karen

Dead By Daylight

Any Killer except for The Twins and The Artist

Cabin In The Woods

Marty

Most Monsters

You Might Be The Killer

Chuck

Sam Wescott

#about #long post

[parasadist]

@dimitresca​ sent: you’ll be of no use to anyone if you run yourself into the ground ! - for Cass

dialogue prompts. / accepting.

       YOU’LL BE OF NO USE TO ANYONE. 

       shame, hot & barbed, lashes against her, tearing open flesh in beautiful fractals; thousands of unseen thin patterns exploding just beneath the surface of pallid, ashen skin. invisible though the markings may be, they burn, each a painful reminder of the inadequacies that MOTHER never hesitates to give voice to in that booming, disapproving way of hers. every syllable ignites as though carved into her, the tip of a quill buried deep in her lungs & desperately writing the refrain over & over & over & over again on muscle, organ, tissue, everywhere.

       YOU’LL BE OF NO USE TO ANYONE. 

       oh, but how ichor falls so beautifully from the lovely bow of her lips. divinity pales in comparison to the beauty of the macabre as it clings to every inch of her being: blood staining her teeth, tongue, throat. warm & cold, fresh & stale, all at once. lead pulls at her fingertips, at her wrists, dragging her forward & down & low as exhaustion settles into the marrow where bones SHOULD be. burdened by shackles that suffocate her veins as they urge her to stillness, to rest. to relent in her feverish pursuit. to find sanctuary after days of endless STRUGGLING, THRASHING, DEVOURING. 

       each breath is labored, scrambling & clawing desperately to force its way from her ( dry, so dry, she’s so damn thirsty ) throat. the hunger inside her cannot be satiated, no - nothing can quell her bottomless yearning for consumption, for the thrill of the hunt, for mother’s pride. beasts, lycans, mortals, all of them PREY, all of them PLAYTHINGS. hers, by rebirth right, to chase & maim & consume to her heart’s content - ESPECIALLY after they dare sharpen their claws & their pitchforks at her FAMILY, her HOME. that which is hers to protect. 

       YOU’LL BE OF NO USE TO ANYONE. 

       “ i can KEEP GOING, ” cassandra insists, teeth gnashing against the air, against the humid, heavy taste of failure that threatens to suffocate her under MOTHER’S watchful gaze. expectation is heavier than any crown she could wear. ( SHE’S ALREADY FAILED, HASN’T SHE ? ) determination & vexation melt & merge, mingling together in a vortex in her ribs until they’re indistinguishable from one another, overwhelming & loud & threatening to tear her apart from the inside out. the chaos manifests in a snarl, a roar - emboldened burning embers flashing with murderous intent. no restraint other than the callous words of a tired mother to stay the hand of her rampage. 

       i can prove myself to you. 

#what is the context of this? no fuckin idea! #but i wanted it to be dramatic so it is! #also i've been working on this off and on for days it just needs to be published already!!!! #♢ 𝐃𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐔. / i. village of shadows. #♢ 𝐃𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐔. / in character. #dimitresca

[oh-sweet-mama]

Lonely (VI)

T.W - talk of self harm, talk of suicide

3 weeks later 7 days until the full moon Remus

The feeling of my shoulder blades cutting into my ribs, just added to the feeling of the dulcet ache that seemed to consume me.

3 weeks. 3 fucking weeks. Y/n can't stand to be in the same room as me. Let alone my D.A.D.A partner, but she somehow tolerates it.

Fully cooperating with the work we have to do, like a royal servant. Matching purple under eye bags adorned both of our faces, but somehow made her more eternal.

Over the weeks she had slowly stopped coming to the meals at the great hall, and the effects were starting to show. Her cheek bones were becoming more prominent on her face, and her usually rosy color, long faded away.

The usual radiant y/c/e's faded away to leave a monotone grey. She seemed so fragile, like a Porcelain doll, if only I had treated her that way.

So fuckin' stupid Remus.

A note hit my forehead and landed in front of me.

Keep staring at her like that she'll end up with two holes In the side of her head.

S.B

Recognizing the messy handwriting, before even finishing the note, I immediately knew who it was.

The feeling of tears pricked the sides of the eyes, but I ran out of tears to cry long ago. Instead the feeling of a dulcet ache in the chest replaced the physical show of emotions.

6 days until the full moon Y/n

My shitty diet consisted of Tea, cigarettes, and what ever my friends brought me back to the dorm. Of course I tell them that I'm not their responsibility, but they still bring me the occasional muffin or biscuit.

James brought me entire meals, of which I could barely consume the entire thing.

You have to do it you have to tell him.

No. No I couldn't. I can't risk losing someone else. He would hate me if I ever told him. Send me to the ministry, report me to Dumbledore, hell I'd get kicked out of Hogwarts.

I still maintain physical hygiene and grades. The two most important things. Can't smell and can't fail.

The ache in my chest was never there, maybe it had to do with the fact that I'm always high enough to fend it off.

First tip, the best way to get over someone, get all the emotions out, get numb, act like it never happened.

Easy, right? No. You can't just act like it never happened, he was all I had, all I'll ever have.

I just wasn't good enough.

I stopped going to parties, instead focused on my studies. One of the best in my class.

'Y/n what's your secret?'

'I don't know, uh drugs? Heartbreak? Both?'

5 days until the full moon Remus

The increasing uncomfortable pressure on my joints was almost enough to distract me from her. Almost.

I just want to run up to her and tell her everything, drag Sirius, and make him confess too. Maybe we'll all be happy together.

The imagine of the three of us happy together and in love. Clouded my head. I thought about it so much it was almost tangible.

Her daily routine trips to Madam Pompfrey had me assuming the worse. I had my fare share of bandaging up Sirius' forearms and upper thighs.

I tried to think, her period maybe? No, she's had hers for years, she would just excuse herself to the toilet.

My mind just defaulted into the worse case possible.

Suicide?

My heart thumped in an uneven painful rhythm. Swallowing a lump in my throat I hadn't even known formed I continued to attempt to let my teacher teach me the material of today's lesson.

Please be ok y/n, please, I love you to much to lose you, even though I've already have

4 days until the full moon

Tell him, tell him, he'll help you. The pain is too much, please it hurts.

I took a deep breath calming the clamoring thoughts in my head. A very dangerous place to be at this time of the month.

James was sitting next to me on my bed, the way he usually does, reading something. I noticed the title of his cover.

Lycanthropy: Everything you need to know and why their still human

"Didn't know we were learning about Lycan's in D.A.D.A." I murmured, focusing back on my own book.

"We're not, personal purpose." James answered back.

"What's your opinion on them?" I asked getting more nervous for James' answer.

Tell him, tell him, he'll help you. James loves you, he'll help you.

"There people, humans, witch or wizard, just with a condition. Doesn't make them dangerous, just misunderstood." James answered, "why do you ask?"

My eyes went wide, my pulse sky rocketing, the sudden awareness of the blood rushing through my veins.

"N-no reason." I desperately hid behind the small potions handbook from the library.

"Y/n/n?"

"Hmm? Very interesting potion here yes-"

"Wolves bane potion? How ironic, oh and your little wolves bane garden?"

My face paled, all of the blood rushing from my head into my toes.

Oh why can't I just sink to the bed and disappear?

"Very lovely flowers yes?"

"Do you, have, anything you want to tell me?" James asked causally not looking away from his book.

Oh what the hell.

"Fine! Fine!" I got up from the bed, tossing my book in the process, "I'm a werewolf!"

James froze in his spot. Before slowly lower his book so his eyes could peek above.

"What?"

"I contracted Lycanthropy ok?"

"Y/n sit down, and tell me everything, ok?" A sweet tone, of compassion and understanding, allowed me to sit and tell him everything.

3 days until the full moon

Remus

Nearing the summed of the month, a deep pit of anxiety took place, along with the increasing pain across my body. Sleep easily overcome me at any point possible, but restlessness at any other time.

Dozens of old scars, reminded me of the painful transformation. I pondered the lonely pain, that radiated through my diaphragm. Even being with one of the loves of my life, the immense feeling of being alone, was over clouding my mind.

Though James had been acting different, skittish, more than usual. He was usually found escorting Y/n.  

Again in D.A.D.A, We were granted a study hall period, in the Great hall. Books open, parchments being scratched on, quills moving from their ink pots, and light chatter amongst the tables. The table segment of which I sat was mostly empty, Sirius lightly leaning on my left side. A soft voice came by and stopped right in front of me.

Glancing up for a moment, my eyes glued to the figure in front of me. Y/n. oh shit oh shit, keep it cool Remus, don't scare her away now. Though a few seconds later James adorned her side, as usual.

2 days until the full moon Y/n

The secret was out, at least a little, an invisible weight was lifted off of my chest. Granting less anxiety about the first shift of the school year.

Actively avoiding the conversation, about where I go, or how it happened, I seemed to feel free. I guess I hadn't seemed to notice the weight of the secret I had been keeping.

It had become second nature, to harbor such a deadly illness, no harm shall come to them. I promised myself. Even if it meant lying to them.

It's better to not have them know, than having them risk their lives for something I can handle.

1 day until the full moon Remus

Y/n seemed to be getting healthier with the promotion and consolation of James. Every one needs someone to lean on.

I just wish I had been me. Maybe if I had told her, told her about my illness that seemed to consume me at times. Hell, my best friends and boyfriend knew about me long before we even started dating.

Yet 2 years had gone by and I couldn't bring myself to tell her, I was afraid of losing her. But I still did.

The day of the full moon 3rd person

"Y/n, please come with me, trust me please!" James begged to the girl, that refused any type of help. "You've already taken the wolves bane potion, and you can't hurt me. You know why? Because Lycans don't attack Animagus'"

"You're an Animagus?" Y/n whispered, just above her breath.

"Yes. Now please." James held his hand out to her, in a silent last offer of help. Y/n laced her fingers with James' and he sped off with her close in tow.

James pulled a seemingly blank piece of paper from His hoodie pocket, and let go of her hand.

"James, what are you doing?" Y/n asked in a hush tone.

A wild grin played out on James' face, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." The Incantation, followed through the tip of James' wand and caused ink to spread around the parchment. Names moved across through what looked like halls.

"What is that?"

"Marauders map, shows what every one is doing, every minute of everyday, see, there Dumbledore, in his office. I was just making sure the rest of the marauders were on their way and was no one coming."

"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs?"

"Yea you'll see, come on now." James snatched Y/n's wrist and ran, taking her out of the castle and towards the shrieking shack.

"James the willow! Be careful!"

He continued to tug the girl behind him.

"James!"

"Hurry, there almost there." Reaching the edge of the field where the whomping willow resided, James stuffed the map back into his pocket.

"James? What the hell, where were you?" The rest of the marauders came out from behind a group of trees, "and what the fuck is she doing here?" Sirius snapped

"Can I tell them, Y/n?" James asked.

"I will," y/n replied in a hushed tone.

"Tell us what! You're dating?" Sirius scoffed.

"No, I-I'm a werewolf, a Lycan, a lycanthrope, whatever you want to call it! James said you could help me, last time I went to my usual spot, I fractured both of my legs and laid in the middle of the forbidden forest for 3 days"

Sirius paled out, and looked back to Remus.

"If you want me to go, tell me now, I've taken the Wolves bane potion, it's only a couple hours hike into the forbidden forest."

Remus felt his heart drop, then a deep ache. How long? I guess she also had no right to tell me, just as I never told her.

"No, Y/n stay, let's go inside." Remus said, sincerity laced into his voice. Her face softened.

"Where?" She asked.

Remus pointed to the willow. Her face paled.

James headed over to Peter to discuss who would stay outside in case anything went south. Sirius looked to Remus.

Remus took a few hesitant steps toward her. Before reaching his hand out offering her safe passage. Instead she swooped in gently under his arm.

Remus' heart swelled, maybe she does still love me after all.

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Ahhhahahahhah

It's finally coming together baiwbsiaiensl

-Kal

[razzle-zazzle]

A prologue

1643 Words; TW for implied death

All things must eventually come to an end.

It was a fact of life in Faryndel. Seasons would change from crispy summers to cool autumns, from frigid winters to foggy springs. Villagers, old and young, from sickness, injury, or age, would meet their end, leaving the world to their descendents. Years would pass, things would change, and someday, the little farming village in Horn Valley would fall into ruin, forgotten with time. Nothing, not even the great kingdom of Aurumva, would last forever.

And it is with one of these endings that our story begins.

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Winter in Horn Valley was a frigid, three-foot-deep-snow affair, a time when all outside seemed to stand still but for the flurrying flakes carried by whistling winds. It was a time when the residents of the little valley town would keep to their homes, venturing away from the warmth of their fires only for the sake of hunting. It was a time when the Moon ruled the land, and the earth slept beneath its blanket of snow and ice.

Of course, the valley would not be frozen forever.

The seasons were due to change soon, and it seemed the Moon was determined to put on one last show before the ice gave way to the foggy downpours of spring. This grand finale of blizzards carried with it the ultimate chill of the season, a cold that permeated down to the bone, creeping like shadows into even the warmest homes. The wind, too, was relentless, howling its siren song as it clawed at everything within reach. And it was this wind that carried the cold, slamming it against the walls of buildings.

Paige rubbed her hands together for the umpteenth time, but the chill in the room was persistent. Not even shoving her desk next to the wood stove was enough; her fingers were red at the tips, and her freckled nose was starting to resemble her hair in color, as ripe and red as a cherry.

On the desk before her, illuminated in candlelight as pale as clay, was the parchment she was writing on. An open book on the history of Faryndel was next to it.

“Why am I even bothering?” Paige grumbled, pulling her coat tighter around herself. “I hate this backwater village.”

Yet here she was, in the library’s private study, trying to gain a grasp of the subjects laid out before her.

Paige picked up the quill again.

Winter would not last for much longer. And with the Moon’s leave comes the start of spring, and with that came the part of Paige’s stay here that she was dreading the most.

Teaching.

It was not her strong suit.

Children were annoying, terrible things. A plague upon all of Aurumva, really. Grimey gremlins with little care for such lofty subjects as literature. Honestly, there were far better ways for Paige to apply her intellect than dealing with snot-nosed brats.

And yet, Paige was going to have to work with one of them.

Paige grimaced, setting the quill down to shift her chair closer to the fire. “But of course this middle-of-nowhere valley village has no scribes of its own. It’s a wonder these philistine farmers even had a library to begin with.”

Fuck, it was cold. Even the candles looked like they could use a warm sweater. The fire had burned through the majority of its fuel, its glow flirting with the shadows in the room like the ocean waves with the shore.

Standing up, Paige grumbled as she opened the woodstove. The fire wooshed softly as heat billowed out, as though warm arms were embracing Paige. She reveled in it.

Paige reached into the coal box next to it, grabbing logs and adding them to the fire. Hopefully, this would be enough to last the rest of the night. If it wasn’t…

Paige shivered.

Before closing the stove, she held her hands out in front of it. She just wanted to go to bed for the night, but no, she had to spend the coldest night of the year learning about this plebeian farming village in the middle of nowhere.

But Paige had a job to do. Begrudgingly, resentfully, she closed the door and returned to her work.

The fire crackled. Ink was put to paper. Outside, the wind bellowed, singing like cicadas as it scratched at the doors and whispered into the night. It did not care about the happenings of the little valley town, nor did it feel any sort of sympathy for the scribe sitting in her study, shivering; it was not in the wind’s nature to care. The wind would continue to blow; the world would continue to turn.

Were it not for the slow and steady melting of the candles, the study would have seemed frozen in time. A capsule, separated from the ever-moving world outside it.

But unfortunately, time never stops. And as the hours continued their never ending march to nowhere, Paige could feel her throat starting to burn. Her eyelids were getting heavier by the second. Her penmanship was becoming sloppier with every letter.

So she kept herself awake the best way she knew: complaining.

“Eoddamn good-for-nothing guildmaster sending me to this nothing town—”

Thunk.

Paige paused. She set the quill down.

It sounded like someone was in the library. But what kind of imbecile would be out in this storm?

Something clattered.

Paige huffed. “Oh, of course.” Some idiot must have entered the library to take shelter from the storm. She stood up, closing the inkwell and marking her place in the book before her with a strip of parchment. Paige grabbed one of the candlesticks, holding it in her left hand. She might as well make sure the trespasser wasn’t burning books to keep themselves warm.

As Paige opened the door to step out into the hall, she shivered. The library was normally a cozy place, much more inviting than the spartan study. But “normally” didn’t apply to whiteout blizzards late at night.

Paige cast one last longing glance at the wood stove. She could already feel its warm glow beckoning her to return to it.

Something else thumped against the floor, louder this time. Paige sighed in resignation, grabbing a stick in her other hand in case she needed to defend herself. At the very least, she had an excuse to stop working for the moment.

The hall really wasn’t much of a hall; it was more of a small closet, separating the library’s public and private areas. There were only three doors, and, like the study, no windows.

Paige headed towards the third door, stepping through to the area behind the librarian’s desk.

Unlike the study, which had been alight with the warm glow of the fire, the library was swathed in shadows—but for the small halo of light coming from Paige’s candle. It flickered, casting the bookshelves and the librarian’s desk in a dim glow.

Now the sounds were unmistakably that of rustling clothes and claws clicking against wood.

Paige started making her way around the shelves.

A pale green glow was emanating from the back corner of the room. Witchfire, Paige thought, though she wasn’t an expert.

In that back corner, hunched over in front of a bookshelf, was a cloaked figure. The hood was down, revealing two lupine ears.

A lycan, then.

Paige sneered. Barbarian brute. Seeking shelter from the storm, then.

“If you’re looking for books to burn, stop right now.”

The lycan paused their searching, turning to look at Paige. The green light was coming from an amulet they were holding; it cast their face in a soft glow.

There was a pregnant pause.

The lycan returned to their searching, holding the amulet up to each book as though it would reveal something.

Paige’s lips curled into a frown. “Um, hello?” She stepped forwards. “Did you even hear me?”

The lycan paused. They stood up, and—oh, wow, they were taller than Paige expected. As if seeing Paige for the first time, they spoke. “You’re the librarian here?”

“Well,” Paige huffed, “I’m actually a scribe, but yes, I am the acting librarian for this town.”

“Good enough.” The lycan said, gray eyes sizing Paige up.

Paige shuddered. Forget the weather—middle of nowhere villages like this were riddled with Anima filth. “And what do you want?”

“Is it not obvious?” If Paige had believed the lycan capable of it, she might have heard a sarcastic lilt to their voice. “I’m in a library, obviously I’m looking for a book.”

“You’re looking… for a book.” Paige’s voice was rife with disbelief.

The lycan smiled, face split in a wolfish grin. “Yes, I’m looking for a book.”

Paige sighed. “Alright,” She gestured with her stick, “The children’s section is over there—”

“Oh no, you misunderstand.” The lycan pushed past her, following the amulet’s glow towards the desk. “I’m looking for a certain book.”

Paige frowned. “Well, you can’t go back there.” She pointed out, entirely reasonably.

“Too bad.” The lycan said dismissively, already behind the desk. “I’m not leaving without that book.”

Paige sputtered. “What—no!” She moved in front of the lycan, brandishing her stick. “I’m not allowing a barbarian like you in here.”

All at once, the lycan's affable demeanor disappeared. “Get out of my way.” They threatened, baring their teeth.

Paige trembled, but held her ground.

“I said,” The lycan growled, “Get out of my way.”

Outside, uncaring of the events of mortals, the wind continued to sing.

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All things must eventually come to an end.

It was a fact of life in Faryndel. And when the villagers awoke the next morning, and the alchemist’s apprentice found the results of the previous night’s scuffle, they did not view it as some great tragedy. They had things to do, preparations to make.

They would move on, as all things do.

#zaz writes #that book i'll never write #paige the scribe #darli lar'holme #yeah so we had a short story assignment in creative writing #decided to hash out the prologue to that book i'll never write #tw death #paige is a snob who absolutely wouldn't have the presence of mind to view darli as more than just her species so #the narration reflects that

[bhaleesi]

Hello Bhaleesi! I divided my asks in two if you dont mind. The first one was getting long 😅😅

I noticed that Selena's cause of death is not concrete. So (hypothetically speaking) what if she was alive ryt now? Can the realm have 2 potentates at once? Emotionally, Selene has the upper hand whereas politically....Quill can't be removed. Sorry for the dumb question but I honestly adore both these potentates and I couldn't sleep last night thinking abt it😅😅😅😅😵 What abt Ayden though😬😬

Quill was tempted to trust the spymaster of the realm. She was more personable than her older brother, yet Quill remembered Isabelle including her on the short list of people to be wary of. He certainly was each time he saw Reyna and Ayden interact in an informal setting. It often left him … self-conscious.

And were Ayden and Reyna ever romantically involved? Reyna had still not given up on her hopes for Ayden that time I see😲😲 Does Reyna have something for Ayden other than her ambitions?🤔

I'm so sorry for the long asks but I'm obsessed with AWAS and want to dig into the characters. Love from me!!❤

P.S- I really wanna see Quill and the twins together!

No worries about dividing the asks - it makes it easier for me to give detailed answers to any questions you have! I enjoy answering your questions, too, so no need to feel like any of them are dumb! <3 

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Selene being alive would be ... uncomfortable to say the least. The realm can have two potentates in the sense that one is the “ruling” potentate (married to the current sovereign) and the other is a dowager potentate (married to the previous sovereign). In this hypothetical scenario, however, Quill and Selene would both be “ruling” potentates ... which the kingdom can’t have 😅. This is such a fun hypothetical because there’s so many ways it could go. 

1. You could make the argument that Selene being alive means that Quill’s marriage to Ayden isn’t legitimate. Depending on how the Grand Seer feels, an annulment of Quill and Ayden’s marriage could be arranged so that Selene takes her crown back. 

Which of course would immediately make Theron an enemy. One way I can think of to resolve that is to take away Quill’s crown and essentially give it to one of his younger siblings by having them marry Lucien. This of course opens up a tiny problem named Lyra Livingstone, who is going to be pissed because Corvus already has dibs on Lucien. So ... minimal bloodshed scenario is Viscardi or Luna marries Esme instead (to avoid messing with the Livingstones) and we hope that it’s good enough for Theron (it won’t be..)

2. Or we say that the Grand Seer decides not to annul the marriage and Quill’s claim is recognized. This will cause lots of unrest in the kingdom, since there will be people that prefer Selene (or at least just want Quill gone). There’s also the emotional component, where I think Ayden would be really conflicted. On one hand, it’s Selene. But also, on the other hand, Quill. Not to mention how the twins would feel. 

This one is definitely more unstable. The Annex and Coven are satisfied by the decision. Sanguis, parts of Ancient, and Briar will want Selene reinstated. The Seas won’t care either way. Stepes is a bit more variable. The newly-made Frontier will prefer Quill. 

Would this divide be enough to start a war? Probably not ... but it’ll make things incredibly tense in Eurydice. Selene will very much be the Catherine of Aragon to Quill’s Anne Boleyn (as in people view Selene as the real Potentate, no matter what the “head of the church” says). 

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I’m always happy to talk about Reyna! 

I don’t think that she wants more from Ayden beyond the throne. Spending so many years around Ayden has made Reyna more fond of him, and she might even enjoy being married to a degree ... but she’d still show up in a stunning gown to his funeral after he dies a tragic and inexplicable death, leaving the kingdom in her hands 😅

Ayden and Reyna were never directly involved. Ayden wasn’t in a romantically receptive state when they met. This changed over the years, and he starts to develop a subconscious “crush” on her just before the story starts. Reyna is very good at learning what people like, and modifying her behavior to wrap them around her finger. Had it had another few months to develop, I could see Ayden start to consider courting Reyna. Quill shows up at the perfect time~ 

(and now Reyna is Orion’s problem lmao) 

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I’ve actually got a fair amount of content planned for Quill and the twins in the upcoming chapters, so you’re in luck! 

Thank you for the ask! 

#theholyfollowerofdeath #ask #AWAS #a wolf amongst serpents #quill lycan #ayden caedis #selene caedis #reyna tydus

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Anaticula Pt 55

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Showered and changed again it was time for lunch, donning your bolero hat and passing students along the way you helped to point a few first years in the right direction. As the hurried along on your right Draco and Neville came up in your sides asking, “Going well?” Both stealing glances of the bag of Chinese take away tucked in your right arm.

You nodded, “How was Slughorn’s?”

Neville, “He has us brew Draught of Living Death in a competition for Felix, um, F something. Hermione called it liquid luck.”

“Ah. Interesting.”

Draco, “Not really. He likes to share stories. Really old ones. Sort of like a mix between Lockhart and Professor Binns, effective but not the most able to keep my attention at least.”

“Well here’s to hoping that it gets better.”

Neville caught a glimpse of Snape, saying, “I don’t think it was what he was expecting.”

“Most likely not.”

Draco have you a half hug, “Go eat at your special table.” Rushing off to go sit by Astoria over at the Puff table.

Neville chuckled and did the same, “Can’t wait to hear what the first years have said about you. Been talking all morning. You and Tennant mostly, though some are excited to meet you.”

Giggling softly you said, “No doubt they’re more terrified of my monsters than my lessons.” Making him chuckle and turn to head to sit by Luna.

Strolling along between the tables you stopped to talk to Harry, Ron, Hermione and the rest of the DA, who all were sharing what they’d heard so far until you felt Snape’s robe brush along the back of your leg. The first years looked him over and began to whisper at his pulling an odd leaf that had blown into your hair passing one of the courtyards. The leaf was then tucked into the pocket of his robe and you stepped back to join him with Barty right behind you smirking at the whispers of you both starting up again.

Once in the seats you glanced at Snape in his deep sigh to hear him say, “End of the year we’re trading.”

“Oh it can’t be that bad.” You said unloading your slightly ridiculous seven plastic and cardboard containers of food.

His expression at you made you giggle as he said, “I assumed it was just Potions that parents neglected to ready their children for. At least in Potions you can train students without them hurling themselves into the wall.”

“Ah, body bind mishap?”

“Troy Tulsen sneezed while using his wand to brush his eyebrows. Now, he has no eyebrows and two other students have concussions. You cannot govern these creatures.” Making you giggle again. “One year.”

You nodded saying, “I’ll see what we can manage.”

Barty in a smirk your way asked, “How did you manage? Fourth years first, right?”

You nodded, “Not too terribly awful according to Opal and Idris.”

Lowly he chuckled, “You will be marvelous.”

Snape, “Please tell me you are changing RoR club to your days off practice.”

“I’m not certain if-“

They both stated, “They will allow it. Why else have a skilled dueler such as yourself and not utilize that.”

They both looked on as you drew out a pair of chopsticks from the protective sleeve and you giggled at their smirks, “Troy bought lunch.”

Barty smirked accepting the egg roll you passed him with the chopsticks in filling your empty plate, “No doubt you’ve earned the feast. Store up on strength, can’t have you passing out.”

Snape stole a piece of your broccoli chicken along with his egg roll and said, “Feel free to bring your own lunch every day so we can steal some.” Making you giggle again.

“Well I always do bring plenty to share and leave for later.”

..

Study hall came next and after you were back in your class readying for the next lesson. From third to first years you had managed and instead of the first aid kits you had a different set of potions for the new Potions students. The reason for your hat became clear at the raining of tiny leaves and petals from the floating plant racks from above.

In front of your desk you asked, “How many of you are afraid of snakes?” A few timid hands rose and whispers spread through the students in your largest class to teach. “Well, as many of you may know I come from a long line stemming back to all four founders of this school, including Salazar Slytherin. Through that bloodline I have inherited the ability to speak to snakes. I understand some of you may be uncomfortable with the handling of snakes, however, there are a great many potions involving snakes and their venom. Through the year you will be handling and aiding in milking snakes. I will be here to monitor you in doing so. My snakes are not vicious creatures and I would expect you treat them with the utmost care and respect. I will not tolerate any cruelty to animals. A tip for those uncertain of being able to trust snakes, follow the Muggle Golden Rule, treat others as you wish to be treated.”

A hand popped up and a young girl asked, “You know about Muggles?”

You nodded with a grin, “My mother was adopted by a Muggle family. Our home is in London surrounded by Muggles. Trust me you will find a great deal more pure blood wizards are accepting or friendly with Muggles than you would assume.” You caught the harsh stares of a group of Slytherin students and said, “And if any of you wish to try and claim me as a blood traitor feel free to do so,” whispers began then ended when you added, “Just enjoy your year of detentions to strengthen your convictions. Blood can’t save you when the world goes up in flames, allies do and pure bloods are a dying breed. Live to let go of your hate or die from it. Our families had the choice to take sides, so do we. I suggest you choose wisely, both who you are choosing to attack and fight along side.”

Shift of your hand to the side brought their attentions to the snake on the tree reaching out to you in your hushed whisper in Parseltongue, “Who can tell me the name of this snake?” Heads shook and you smirked strolling between the desks showing each of the students both leaning in and inching away, “Take a closer look, notice the telling umbrella shaped dots along her sides between the blue zebra like stripes. The orange eyes.” A timid reach up from one student had you pause allowing them to stroke her side, “The oddly warm scales giving an almost numbing sensation to the skin?”

A boy in the far corner raised his hand, “Balbarock Boa?”

A smirk eased onto your lips and you said, “Exactly. Of course you would recall this one, I believe your father was on the trip my uncle found her mother on for me. Very rare, docile among humans, can anyone tell me what a bite from this beauty would do?” You asked in her opening her jaws revealing the five fangs the breed has making the confused students lean in as she released a dose of venom into the vial you levitated under her top jaw releasing the magenta colored venom. “No one?”

You glanced around then led her back to her tree saying, “This venom has been known to stop bleeding, heart attacks, even in rare occasions aneurisms from bleeding out.” Lips parted at that, “Snake venoms can do anything from reversing blood loss, halting and preventing seizures, all the way down to giving an uncontrollable craving to eat whole blocks of cheese, not even mentioning what they can do for Lycan products. You just have to know how to use them. Snakes like any other creature in our world can be helpful for both good and bad, just like people, and when treated fairly are more than happy to assist in healing others. You don’t speak the same language, they are afraid and don’t understand you or you them.

It sounds too simple to be true, but a pinch of kindness can get you miles past an ounce of fear. Do not mistake kindness for weakness, and do not mistake that charms or spells can be your only defense, Potions, Herbology, even History can save your life if you know where to look. I will push you, I will give you books you imagine to be absurd in my recommendations, but when you find yourself stuck, it’s not the common items you’re going to find around you. I do hope that if you do get stuck you could remember one of my odd recommendations. We have a library for a reason, and it is the greatest arsenal we have. This venom especially is very potent and is where we will start.” A recipe was written across the black board to aid in blood loss for possibly mortal wounds.

In its sitting to brew you began to instruct them on another venom based recipe for mending broken or fractured bones Idris aided in supplying tears for stirring out grins when they handed over their finished vials you would test and send along to Madame Pomfrey. From 5 to dinner at 7:30 you recorded your first set of grades for the day on the potions of the day from your notepad from each class giving you a good hope for how the year could go. A note from home had you aware that both Bill and Fleur had settled into their new rooms and joined your family for dinner sharing their new jobs interweaving in Gringotts.

Strolling through the hall from your classroom up to the Great Hall for dinner a young girl called out, “Professor?”

Continuing on you paused at a point from a fifth year smirking boy making you turn your head at the repeated, “Professor?”

Looking at the girl it clicked in your head, “Hmm? Oh, right, me, sorry,”

“Chelsea,”

You nodded, “Yes, Chelsea, what can I help you with?”

“Professor Binns, we were curious, he mentioned that if we find ourselves stuck in his class we might speak with a Professor Evans? For tips?”

Your smirk made her voice halt and you let out a weak chuckle then replied, “I must apologize on the mistake Professor Binns has made,”

The girl beside Chelsea said, “See, told you there was no Professor Evans.”

“My mother’s maiden name was Evans. Professor Binns calls me Miss Evans from time to time.”

The girls both said, “Oh.”

You nodded and said, “How I handled his lessons was to have a self writing quill copy down everything he says, then you split that up into various columns.” You filled in the various ones you used and they nodded with the second girl taking notes on all you said making you grin, “If you need any help or want any tips on spare books to read to learn more let me know.”

Chelsea, “You did well in his class?”

You nodded, “Straight O’s all the way up to my NEWTS.” Dropping their jaws in your giggling turn to continue on.

“Professor!” Turning again you rolled your eyes giggling at Barty’s trot up to your side in a half circle to keep on going as he pushed his hands in his pockets stirring up whispers around you both in his spreading smile in looking at you.

“Not you too. I will get used to it.”

Barty chuckled in a nod, “Of course, of course. Only took me a few months when I started. Heard great things, Love.”

That word stirred up a whirl of gossip behind you in his side pressing to yours in the interlocking of your hands behind your back, “I do miss bouncing from class to class though. I think I should try to drop in on Trelawney this week too, one of my lunches.”

He nodded, “Good idea. No doubt she misses your company in class. One of the few Seers to grace these halls.”

Reaching the Great Hall you grinned at Slughorn in his own greeting nod to pass you heading to his seat, “Miss Black, Mr Tennant.”

“Evening,” you said then you added, “Professor Slughorn,”

He paused, “Yes, My Dear?”

“I was just curious, you mentioned teaching my Mum,” a glimmer of pain flashed into his eyes and you blurted out, “I was only asking, because I was wondering if you’d heard about the Ice Bird she had spotted.”

He nodded and grinned widely in relief, “Oh yes, yes My Dear, very well done and spotted. Took quite a fancy to Care for Creatures if I recall correctly. It is lovely to see you taking after her so, twelve perfect O’s, I hope you don’t mind my adding a portrait of yourself to my collection.”

You shook your head, “Not in the least.”

Widening his grin, “My plans for a dinner are being finalized and you shall be added to the top of my list, for now, a certain brisket seems to be calling for me.”

You giggled softly and said, “Of course.” Watching him go making Barty glance down at you in your nip at your lip and turn to follow a few wide strides behind Slughorn, lowly you whispered to Barty, “I have a very loose plan forming. One requiring his trust.”

Barty nodded seeing that Albus was staring between you and Slughorn with a narrowed inquisitive gaze, “Yes, it seems our Headmaster has one of his own.”

“All the more reason.” Making him nod again. “For now, that brisket does smell wondrous.”

.

Once dinner was through you were back to your home to wash your face, change and climb into bed to drift off to sleep. A trio of wakings and more snatchings in the night led up to the mooing of your alarm. Hat in hand and changed into another jean and blouse combo you plopped into your seat at the breakfast table still trying to blink awake as the pitcher filled your glass with juice. Percy beside you grinned saying, “Morning.”

You nodded saying, “Morning Perce. Oh, Bryce Btondt will not be in.”

Percy nodded, “Another snatching?”

Lifting your glass as Remus set your plate in front of you, “Yes.”

Percy nodded again, “Might have to do with Umbridge’s list on pure blood members. Fourth one crossed off as half blood this month.”

“Of course she’s behind this.”

Percy, “I’ll try to get a copy of the list.”

You shook your head, “No need, to do that would only cause up a stir in warning everyone on it.” Your eyes shifted to the side when Fleur came into view with a wide grin and gave you a side hug and greeting peck on your cheeks you returned gladly.

“Good morning, Fleur.”

“Good Morning.” She answered then paused, “I seem to be speaking well. How is teaching going?”

“Well, better than I had assumed for my first day. How was the bank?”

“Good. A lot of paperwork, sorting, filing. Good use of my English.”

“Well if you need a refresher I have gotten quite good at language sharing through mental links.” Easing a curious grin across your lips you watched Bill steal a glance at Fleur in his taking the seat across from her she returned with a quick grin making you look away to not get caught by the awkwardly grinning pair, “Perfectly painless should you wish to try.”

Bill nodded, “Ah, yes, taught most of us our languages that way.”

Her grin deepened looking across at him saying to him rather than you in your father’s entrance and lean in to kiss your cheek to pretend not to be watching the pair, “I shall consider it.”

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Noon had come after your 9 am class for Fourth years with the Puffs and Ravenclaws that they took to swimmingly and cherished your notebooks thoughtfully as to what they stood for in the news breaking of more snatchings. Alongside the DA you strolled up the steps to the Room of Requirement gaining a crowd of curious First Years along the way. The bowl of topics was offered and you strolled around helping to aid the younger students through the chosen topics. At your side however Ron snuck saying, “Steady on Sis, but, thought you ought to know something.”

“Hmm?” You caught his eye and he leaned in to continue.

“Heard a fair bit of whispers bout you and Tennant. Don’t seem to be dying down what with all the Loves and Darlings floating around.”

In his step back to the lesson at hand in his chance Hermione took your side saying, “Well I for one think he is an amazing choice.”

Making you grin at her, “Thank you. Even though it’s just talk.”

She smirked at you playfully before her own turn at the spell, “Maybe you should give it a go? He seems quite playful with you, must feel something for you.”

You nodded and nipped at your lip stepping aside to miss a wayward spell from a First Year you turned to help aid through the spell you dissipated before it hit Nigel behind Hermione.

.

Straight to the very Professor himself you made your way and waited in the doorway of his office as he searched for something, knowing he’d no doubt drop one of the various bobbles in his arms if you startled him. Putting it all down on his desk he huffed and scratched his head glancing around until his eyes popped up to you, “Ah, lunch time, Love?”

“It is, though I had a, bit of a warning for you.”

Walking around his desk his hand extended and in his seat on the end of the desk your hand in his was gently pulled to bring you closer to him, “What is wrong?” His hand waved to close the door blocking the sight of the students peering in through the classroom door.

Sighing softly you said, “Apparently rumors about us are going around.”

Across his face his grin spread and he tried to shorten his chuckle in his shifting his legs a bit wider to bring you just a tad closer, lifting his free hand his fingers curled under your chin raising it to catch your eye, “I know your exes tossed you through the ringer. And no doubt you’re uncertain of how I would take this news. It is one thing to play around the others, your aunt especially, I understand you may not feel the most worthy of candidates of my affection, but you very much are. And trust me when I say that there are no strings, no expectations, if you enjoy playing couple until you are ready for a relationship again I’m your man. And I would be honored to play the part for you. For you see, you are, in quite plain terms, a catch, and any man would be honored for a moment of your time, friend, lover or likewise.” After his lean in to kiss your cheek you nodded and he couldn’t help but smirk at your glance from his eyes to his lips.

Remaining still he let you move in and it wasn’t until your pause an inch from his lips his fingers met your chin again and you closed the distance making his slit eyes close fully for the mere blink it lasted. In your pull back at the uncertainty in your expression he cradled your hands and pressed them to his chest. “Love, you don’t have to look at me like that. I know how heavy times are right now. I am not oblivious, though no matter how hard I try to forget, that I am no longer 19 but over 30 while you are nearly the opposite. I feel very much the teenager I once was before it all went south. However, do not doubt this is very much at your leading. No matter what you need I am here. No pressure, I shall always dote on you endlessly even should you choose another. Until you do, I am very much at your disposal.” He stood up and at your next glance to his lips he leaned in and then was the one to pause allowing you to complete the kiss he melted into.

When you pulled back he whispered lovingly, “See, the world didn’t explode.” Making you giggle and shake your head in his low chuckle, “Until it does,” he stole a quick peck on the tip of your nose, “Time for lunch Love.” Turning to guide you down to the Great Hall draping his arm around your shoulders after a stolen peck on his cheek and hushed thanks widening his grin.

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After lunch your note to Draco had him meeting you up at the Room of Requirements where inside the crowded room of random objects he followed you. “What is all this?”

“Where you can hide something. Over the years we’ve been going through it seeing what’s what. Categorizing and making note of all we found in a sort of inventory. One in particular will help us.”

Curiously he followed you to the familiar cabinet you revealed by pulling back a sheet, “A Vanishing Cabinet!”

You nodded saying, “I found a series of books on them, we can go through to bind this one and the one your dad got for us. Just a few minor adjustments to the door looks like all it’ll take structurally, but without the link there’s no telling where you’ll be sent to.”

“I’ll get studying then.” Mentally planning on taking a long time at doing this.

…

Two more days of practice days sat between your days filled with RoR practice and your place in monitoring the Study Hall. Friday however had you taking lunch with Trelawney to consult about your dreams as she felt a weight around you in your passing in trading watches of Study Halls.

…

Montrose Magpies vs Kenmare Kestrals, the titles of the days papers read.

The Magpies being the most successful in League history, having won the League Cup thirty-two times and the European Cup twice. The team colors of the Magpies are black and white, and their playing robes are black and white with one magpie on the chest, and another on the back. Cormack McLeod their manager eyed you all in your entrance to the stadium from a tall window. The usual worst team against the usual best, though for the past two seasons the Kestrals had reached and held the top spots with mostly the rookies, of which you were a part of, making up the team Cormack along with most of their fans took it as a sign that they would be coming back to the top of the top again with an easy win.

Anxiously since your first fitting you pulled on your new uniform, clad entirely in emerald green with two yellow K’s across your chests back to back, not counting your black pads and boots.

Out to the other side of Scotland you had traveled and alongside the team ignoring the pouch of cards and notes from the school, who had split into favoring sides for the two days prior, you focused on securing your braided ponytail splitting from four braids to one while Troy and Moran shared some thoughts on plays and tactics the Magpies might start off with. The roar of the crowd both for and against your team grew louder in your broom clutching stroll to the entrance box. All of a sudden the box opened and you caught sight of your father, Bill, Fleur and Barty in their place in your team family box between those there for the Veterans and Amos beaming with camera in hand. Mounting your brooms you kicked off and made your entering flight around the pitch and took your places in they dying of the leprechaun dancing above at the flocks of magpies leading the other team.

Looking them over you inhaled again and felt your hair ripple to a midnight blue when their thief locked his eyes on yours. A toss of the Quaffle and the roars of the crowd never died since your stealing spin avoiding the man trying to get it first, turning on his broom he watched you spin under your broom and back upright to pass the Quaffle to Moran avoiding the bludger you bent back to do so with it barely missing your cheek. Sharp turns and hard throws later the man double your size gawked at your hidden strength in your dainty frame in his eyes and struggled to keep up, not with your broom because his was faster, but he couldn’t seem to master where you were slyly sending the Quaffle off to.

The signature move of your first game however came in your front dive between the twins who both did barrel leaps around you to swap brooms back after a swap from earlier avoiding collisions with the other teams Chasers. Rolling to land feet first on your broom you knocked the Quaffle from the other Thief’s arm you then caught and soared, still on your feet to hurl the ball through the center hoop after faking a toss to the left hoop in a sharp turn. The cheers and walls of flashes left little else to be heard, not even the whipping of the wind as you dropped down to sit again bringing the sight of the stunned Magpies still gawking at you and the twins flanking you again in your move to take your positions again.

Five hours the match stretched on in a near unscoring bout for the Magpies landing you with a bloody cheek and badly bruised ribs matching Fred and George’s black eyes from thrown elbows and Oliver’s swollen knee from a hard collision from one of their Beaters. Cedric got through mostly intact after his miss of the Snitch, which helped their team get the score up to 600 to 180 in your favor.

The press box ran wild and after your showers you changed to jeans and a post game jersey for the interview following you strolled to still smoothing healing creams on one another in an awkward chain until you all flashed sideways smiles at the first flashes starting. Two hours of press and a meeting of the lines of guests and considered notable fans present and you were off again through your door to your team apartment where you all collapsed waiting for the delivery of your dinner as Bill and Fleur continued chatting on their love of the match and both settled on going again the next week in an excuse to keep spending their Saturdays together.

…

Wk 3 - Pride of Portree vs Kenmare Kestrals you faced off with also in Scotland.

Fans of the Pride of Portree commonly refer to the team as the "Prides", and their playing robes are purple with a gold star emblazoned on the chest. Pride of Portree have won the League Cup at least twice.

All week you had gotten a stream of letters from a group of die hard Kenmare fans now adding you and the other new players to their weekly mailing lists. All of them gaining letters in return inflating the number of letters coming in by your next game with hopes that you could have a second win to get back to the top of the league again.

500 – 240 in your favor was the verdict and along with a braced arm from a hard crash with a Beater that soon ended up on the ground after George ‘accidentally’ slammed into him in return. The resilience of your mood and giggling personality in the interview after eased any worries about your being out for the next game in two weeks time.

The night after gave you little chance to sleep between your painful sprain and the string of dreams sending you knocking on the door of three of your muggle born students families to hide them away in your island hideaways. Letters to their children were drafted and you had them sent up to their dorm rooms with a wave of your hand so they would not be worried. 

Steadily whispers spread that families were going into hiding left and right in alarming numbers to their children left with questions at school. Questions being asked of you, Snape and Minerva while Dumbledore seemed to be taking more and more time traveling for some odd reason. All while you tried to mentally map out the letter you would draft to the Pears after receiving the last of Suzsienne’s jewelry through Lucius.

**

“Harry, you got my message. Come in. How are you?” Dumbledore asked showing him into his office.

Harry answered, “I'm fine, sir.”

“Enjoying your classes? I know Professor Slughorn is most impressed with you.”

“I think he overestimates my abilities, sir.”

“Do you?”

“Definitely.”

“What about your activities outside the classroom?”

“Sir?”

“Well, I notice you spend...a great deal of time with Miss Granger. I can't help wondering if...”

“Oh, no, no. I mean, she's brilliant, and we're friends, but, no. I’m dating Ginny.”

“Forgive me. I was merely being curious. But enough chitchat. You must be wondering why I summoned you here tonight. The answer lies here. What you are looking at are memories. In this case, pertaining to one individual, Voldemort or, as he was known then, Tom Riddle. This vial contains the most particular memory...of the day I first met him. I'd like you to see it, if you would.”

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Back to a sleek and lifeless tiled building forming the orphanage in which Riddle was raised Harry watched Dumbledore being given a tour, “I must admit there is some confusion upon receiving your letter, Mr Dumbledore. In all the years Tom's been here, he's never once had a family visitor. There have been incidents with the other children. Nasty things. Tom, you have a visitor.”

Dumbledore, “How do you do, Tom?”

Tom seated by the window asked, “Don't. You're the doctor, aren't you?”

Dumbledore, “No. I am a professor.”

“I don't believe you. She wants me looked at. They think I'm different.”

“Well, perhaps they're right.”

“I'm not mad.”

“Hogwarts is not a place for mad people. Hogwarts is a school. A school of magic. You can do things, can't you, Tom? Things other children can't.”

“I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what I want without training them. I can make bad things happen to people who are mean to me. I can make them hurt if I want. Who are you?”

“Well, I'm like you, Tom. I'm different.”

“Prove it.”

His wardrobe lit on fire and Tom walked over to it, “I think there's something in your wardrobe trying to get out, Tom.” Tom removed the cigar box inside full of items he’d stolen, “Thievery is not tolerated at Hogwarts, Tom. At Hogwarts, you'll be taught not only how to use magic, but how to control it. You understand me?”

In Dumbledore’s turn to leave Tom stated, “I can speak to snakes too. They find me. Whisper things. Is that normal for someone like me?”

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Shaking his head adjusting to coming out of the memory Harry asked, “Did you know, sir? Then?”

“Did I know I'd just met the most dangerous dark wizard of all time? No. If I had, I... Over time, while here at Hogwarts... Tom Riddle grew close to one particular teacher. Can you guess who that teacher might be?”

Harry, “You didn't bring Professor Slughorn back simply to teach Potions, did you?”

“No, I did not. You see, Professor Slughorn possesses something I desire very dearly. And he will not give it up easily.”

Harry wet his lips, “You said Professor Slughorn would try to collect me.”

“I did.”

“Do you want me to let him?”

“Yes.”

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Blankly Harry stood at the base of the golden staircase leading to the Headmaster’s office and he huffed realizing just where he needed to take his questions. It was after dinner but he knew that a comment from lunch pretty much guaranteed you would be grading the tests you had given earlier. A glance up to the opening door and he flashed you a grin closing it behind you then stole a chance to peer around at the changes you had made to the room. “Nice. Cozier. Still cold though.”

You smirked at him adjusting the shawl draped over your bent arms and back, “I have a warm shawl.” Flipping over the final graded test you recorded the score to in your ledger you then shut. “You look troubled, something happen to your broom?”

His lips parted, “Why? Did you dream something about my broom?”

You shook your head, “Nope. Just recognize the look. What’s up?”

With a sigh he pulled a stool over and set it on the other side of your desk saying, “I just got back from a meeting with Dumbledore.”

“Ah. What mischief is he up to? He seems to be avoiding me, passed off my evals to the Bloody Baron, twice now. Who simply votes in my favor.”

Harry chuckled at your giggle to yourself as you raised your heat sustaining mug of tea to your lips for a sip. “He showed me a memory. Riddle being met by Dumbledore at the orphanage, being told he’s a Wizard.” You lowered your mug, “He’s got a whole cabinet of memories on Riddle. Said he wants me to get close to Slughorn, says he has a memory he wants.” A deep sigh left you and your hand rose to rub your forehead with a grumble from you making him ask, “What?”

Looking up at him you said, “He’s after a memory on Horcruxes.” Harry’s lips parted, “I’ve told Dumbledore Regulus and I found all the Horcruxes. He doesn’t believe me apparently.”

“If you’ve already told him-, why ask me?”

“Because he has no reason to question your loyalty.”

“Why-,”

“Because I’ve been taken to speak with Riddle several times now. Because when it comes to choices in matters of doing what is right or kind we often differ on opinions. No doubt in it now, since Azkaban he has no trust in me doing what he can predict. You did, in the Ministry, you interfered, he knew you would let him take over the duel, what he didn’t expect was for me to take his place in the duel.”

Harry, “But, Riddle’s being fought, why does it matter?”

“Because he knew Grindlewald, he knew Riddle, knew them both well spent decades befriending them and he missed or ignored their turns. I’ve struck a few chords it seems.”

Harry shook his head, “But you’re not evil! You died! Several times for me! And in the States, the Lycans-!”

“And he knows that, along with everything else, how terrifying would that be after all this I turned and he was wrong, again.” You lifted your cup and his eyes narrowed looking you over seeing how tired all this was making you.

“How much sleep are you getting?”

Your eyes looked him over in lowering your cup, “Sleep?” you shook your head, “Never heard of it.” Smirking at him again.

“I’m being serious, Jaqi, you look exhausted!”

Nodding again you replied, “Oh you haven’t seen me exhausted yet.” You glanced at the clock on your desk then said, “You should head to bed.” A slip of paper was brought out and you scribbled a note across it and passed it to him, “Congratulations, my first out of bed note for the Prefects. Get some sleep, I hear you have practice tomorrow.”

“Try to sleep,” he said getting up to leave making you smirk and prop your chin in your palm.

“Easier said than done,” you mumbled to his back and you sighed looking your desk over to put up your tests and ledger before heading to the doorway behind you collecting Opal along the way since Fawkes and Idris were out flying with the Giant Phoenix. Across your bed you slumped and felt your eyes dropping shut, though instead of terrifying dreams it was another with your dream blondes. The pair of them, curled around you in a massive bed whispering to you in a language you couldn’t place.

Pt 56

#Barty Crouch Jr x oc #HP Crossover

[the-roanoke-society]

i’ve had numerous thoughts about the roanoke society in the context of the marvel universe.

succubus having a snark-off with tony stark. harry just watches over a glass of scotch and can’t stop smiling at the verbal sparring.

loki enthralled with houdini’s ability to change her appearance, almost just like he can. (jack can’t decide if he trusts him or not but refuses to let them be alone in the same room just in case.)

lycan and bruce having a quiet conversation over hot chocolate or tea, because sometimes their other selves feel like monsters, but it’s still them. and they are not monsters. eggsy approaches her after, overhearing them: “amy you--you know that no one sees you like that, don’t you?”

pepper potts losing her mind over how well the scribe keeps her records. all that information organized to perfection. vida just smiles. “i’ve... had a long time to practice.”

bucky barnes being very, very selective over who he lets tinkers with his arm--and saying yes without a pause when sprite asks to look at it. even tequila’s fascinated.

agent seance has seen a lot, heard a lot, walked through years and years and years. natasha romanoff hasn’t. but seance knows what that kind of weariness looks like. the black widow doesn’t like to talk about the red room. but she likes to talk to andi.

agent specter, watching both enamored and a little anxious as clint fires arrow after arrow at mothman. joe catches each one, and it vanishes. it’s all fun and games until: “joe? i’m gonna get my arrows back, right? ... joe. ... joe!”

agent ondine playing diplomat to a very, very enthusiastic phil coulson, who quietly confesses to her: “y’know, i always loved the little mermaid. i knew they were real, i knew it!”

agents arizona and phoenix, sitting and relaxing with gamora and peter quill, drinking strong beer and looking on as raziel and nereus try to teach drax, groot and rocket the fine, kentucky art of corn hole.

agents cherub and rougarou marveling at the machinery that lets james rhodes walk like he never almost fell to his death, taking notes as quickly as they can, because science this sophisticated is virtually indistinguishable from magic. he is a walking medical wonder.

at first, annabelle refuses to go near wanda maximoff. wanda understands. it’s only after annabelle sees her in the gardens, helping the flowers grow with a gentle touch, that she finally, very cautiously approaches her. wanda’s hand movements look like sign language, and in her way--annabelle teaches her to speak.

agent sentinel finding something he recognizes in sam wilson. “so... you were a soldier, too?”

agent thorn may or may not have managed to rig what he calls a trebuchet (it’s--something, yes, but ‘trebuchet’ might not be a strong enough descriptor). agent zed and roxy watch as agent hood loads up anything she can grab into her brother’s contraption. and thorn fires it off, but it’s all right. pietro maximoff never misses a catch, no matter the strength or distance.

scott lang thinks he’s a master magician. agent elfin isn’t sure he agrees, having been around the courts for so long, but... he humors him.

and i’d like for you to think about peter parker, excitedly asking agent nova and charlie over tacos, “what do you mean there are other universes? how many are there? wait, how--how many many have you been to?”

agents judas and exorcist aren’t--entirely sure, of stephen strange. but stephen, as it turns out, is not a stranger to internal religious struggles. especially after what he’s seen. they talk theology over tea and it’s easily the most bizarre conversation that agent poltergeist has ever eavesdropped on.

vision is fascinated with pru because of what she is; technical officer signal is fascinated by vision because of what he is (along with drake, longa, wyvern--vision has a fan club).

agent chimera meeting wade wilson and being positive that, somehow, they’re both related. the fact that their senses of humor are almost identical doesn’t help.

agent nightcrawler talking about north american cryptozoology with t’challa, who describes the twilit afterlife realm where his father now resides. then another story, and another, and another, and nightcrawler makes a mental note to check in with the crane circle, and see how far the influence of wakanda reaches in their organization.

and shuri? shuri’s amazed at some of the things that come out of iuniore’s mouth. “so it’s true. big things, small packages!” (and the white lady figures later that it’s probably shuri’s fault that tina can’t seem to stop quoting vines.)

carol, sitting on the porch, with cerberus next to her. she’s eating an apple. “so. a scientist in a dog’s body?” “essentially, fraulein.” carol thinks of goose, and wonders how many animals she’s seen that are much more than they appear to be. “... nice.”

mantis tries to get a handle on agent archivist and... can’t. but she’s not afraid, no. mostly just engrossed. “oh--oh! there’s so much in there, it’s like a big garden! ... a lot of black, but it’s very interesting!”

and i rather like the idea of heimdall trying midgard coffee for the first time with agent nephilim and agent ainsel, on a quiet sunday morning. he watches how nephilim looks at her. it reminds him of how odin and freya looked at each other, long ago.

lilith and nick fury sharing glasses of bourbon, talking about how much they love their very dangerous, and very powerful children.

merlin, standing in a doorway, watching seraphim carefully arming herself with  a very specific shield. the captain grins, although the exorcist’s expression is a bit more lined in awe. ”i know--it’s heavier than it looks.” (later he’d murmur softly by her ear, “leadership looks good on y’, dove.”)

but i think my favorite image of all is daisy unwin, dressed in a bright pink tutu and a blue sweater with a fox on it, picking up mjölnir like it’s nothing and politely handing it to thor.

#(i'm so sorry.) #agent succubus #former agent galahad #agent houdini #agent whiskey #agent lycan #agent galahad #the scribe #agent sprite #agent tequila #agent seance #agent specter #mothman #agent ondine #agent arizona #agent phoenix #agent raziel #nereus #agent cherub #agent rougarou #agent annabelle #agent sentinel #agent thorn #agent zed #agent lancelot #agent hood #agent elfin #agent nova #charlie hesketh #agent zenith