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Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire The Timeline

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence/some infrequent gore, swearing, animal death, no beta, death in childbirth (mentioned, not described), abusive parents, suicide, spiders/bugs, grief/mourning; light smut; warnings updated each chapter.

Synopsis: No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Chapter Summary: You are wide awake. 2340 words.

1986

Every day Eddie watched the jar. He watched how the moon water moved, alive and with a viscosity different from regular water. He watched the apple slices dry and the sprigs of lavender go stiff. He thought if he watched closely enough, he’d see the magic working, but he never caught a glimmer of craft.

When it was time, you let him plant the enchanted seed in the new coven neighbourhood. Your home would grow furthest out, close to the shade of the woods. A spell later, you were traveling back to Forest Hills to begin packing the trailer up.

It had been months since you’d moved in, therefore you had accumulated a lot of items.

“Do you need all of these?” Eddie asked, holding up one of five shoeboxes, all packed with feathers you had found. “And is this a normal amount of feathers to find? What is wrong with the birds in Hawkins?”

“Yes and no and a lot. I told you that if you are gonna help, you can’t question every single thing you pick up,”

“I’m doing no such thing,” he rebutted.

“Eddie, you told me to cull my jar collection,”

“I stand by it. There are too many. You can collect more,”

“I use them! Frequently! And I don’t just keep any jar. All the ones I have are, like, uniquely shaped or extra sturdy!” you whined. “Asking a witch to not collect jars is just…” You shook your head, not able to find the words to express the atrocity.

Eddie smiled at you softly. “Perhaps I am not the best helper,” he conceded. “Perhaps my time would be better spent doing something else,”

“Something else like use your vampire speed to clean the bathroom, or something else like turn into a bat and sleep?”

An hour later, Eddie was asleep in one of the boxes containing clothes, and you were wrapping more empty jars in bubble wrap.

…

A monument to witchcraft and love. That’s what Eddie thought when he saw the house. It had the glorious drama of Ev’s Victorian home and the softness of the other witches’ cottages. Expansive stained glass windows. Detailed architraves, the wood so dark it appeared black. Red brick. A single-story structure, but the dome of a conservatory was visible over the roof. It extended back into the woods, settling into the landscape as if it had always been there.

Eddie thought back to all the places he had lived in. The house his father’s rage felt the brunt of as much as he did. The farm he came into adulthood on. The colony caves. The cold and lonely hotel rooms. The trees above Forest Hills. He’d never had a home, apart from your arms, but there it was. Real and in front of him.

The sun was setting over the valley as Eddie stood before the house. You’d seen it early that day, doing your final checks before okaying the move. It was your magic the house grew from, so naturally you were less awestruck by it. The floorplan and aesthetic had been born in your mind. Still, it was a beautiful thing.

“Think it will do?” you asked Eddie, coming to stand beside him.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from it. “It’s…” How many different words were there for ‘home,’ he wondered. What language could fully communicate the depth of emotion?

“Enchanted seeds create homes, not houses,” you told him as you walked towards the front door. “Come and see.”

Eddie followed, almost expecting something to happen as he crossed the front door threshold. Once inside, Eddie clenched his jaw. It was more perfect than he could have anticipated.

The furniture was plush and comfortable, an eclectic mix of antique pieces and modern amenities. Bookshelves stood tall and waiting, ready for the library to arrive. Potted ivy trailed up and around curtain railings and along the walls.

“You never got to see my place in the Catskills. A lot of the furniture comes from there. The rest comes from the seed… It’s the kind of magic that makes me wish we could study it, you know? I want to know the science of it. How does it work?”

“It seems to me that part of the power of magic is in the unknowing,” Eddie replied, as wise as any of the Witches Who Came Before.

“It does appear to be the case,” you agreed.

For a while, you let Eddie wander aimlessly through the house.

He marvelled at the bath, huge and round, like a pond and definitely big enough for two. A huge wardrobe door that opened into a secret library. The conservatory full of thriving plants, flowers, herbs, and other living things Eddie did not have a word for. Every window a different shape but never square. Strange detailing like cat shaped doorknobs and pink quartz basins.

Eventually, Eddie sat on the end of the huge bed, its four posts grand and its linen crisp. He looked over at you and held out his hands.

“Come.”

You walked to him, taking his hands, and standing between his legs. Eddie looked up at you with those sparkling brown eyes, the adoration radiating from him.

“It’s an irrational idea, this fear I have that I’m dreaming. That I am still cursed, haunting this town until the end of time. But a vampire cannot dream. The cursed cannot dream. But still…”

Gently, you let go of Eddie’s hands and leaned into him, snaking your fingers into his hair as he pressed himself into your body, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You are wide awake. Alive… kind of… But definitely here. With me. In our home. Soon-to-be, with our friends. Our family. And just in time for Halloween.”

He purred a happy sound, nodding into you. “A witch’s favourite holiday?” he hazarded a guess.

“Hmm, not all of us. Most of the witches I’ve known tended to find more obscure holidays to worship at the altar of. New Years is a big one, too. Alas, I am but a cliché All Hallows witch,”

“With much respect, I see that,” Eddie said. You laughed, shrugged. He looked up at you again. “You did fall in love with a vampire, after all.”

…

Far away from the rest of the world, you and Eddie spent almost a week settling into the new house. Grimoires were catalogued into one of the three library rooms. Dandelion puffs were jarred and shelved. Every trinket found its home.

Eddie tested the rainbow light that flooded the rooms, discovering that in the magic there was safety. Sunlight that filtered through the windows did not burn him. He could be free and at ease.

You explained to Eddie the importance of representing the elements within the home. Earth in the plants, wooden carpentry, and the grounding crystals. Fire in the candles, ever-burning incense, and roaring fireplaces that only ever emitted the exact level of heat you wanted. (“In summer, the flames burn cold,” you told Eddie and watched his smile grow.) Water in the mirrors, seashells, and small fountains found in the glasshouse room. Lastly, air in the wind chimes, feathers, and windows that could remain open without upsetting the temperature inside.

During the day, you began work on your garden, creating flower beds in the shape of pentagrams and sewing seeds. Borage for the butterflies and bees, primrose – I can’t live without you; angelica in case you need to break any future hexes; and yarrow, amaryllis, and polypodies.

One evening, just before sunset, you found Eddie rummaging through the apothecary pantry. As you entered the room, his manic smile told you he’d had an idea.

“What’s the story, morning glory?” you asked him, perching on a stool.

Eddie sunk to his knees and shrugged. “The fires are out… The Shire is no longer burning,”

“The Shire being… Hawkins?”

“Yes. And us. We’ve sailed to the Undying Lands,”

“You’re really making Tolkien your whole personality, huh?” you joked.

Eddie smiled up at you. “Until the next book… But what I’m saying is, now that we do not have a battle to prepare for. No conflict upon the horizon. What do we do with all of eternity?”

“Oh… My plan was to eat a lot of Meg’s cinnamon rolls… Try to get Steve Harrington to stop haunting Mel… Maybe work on a spell to make myself teeny tiny so I can ride around on you when you’re a bat…”

“Wait, seriously?”

You gave him a sly smile. “Maybe,”

“Well, I would love that… But, I was thinking a little more introspectively. Back to things we have thought about before. Like, why I am the way that I am… What that means…” He ran a finger along the leaves of the mimosa pudica plant beside him. The leaves felt his touch, curled inwards on themselves. It was one of Eddie’s favourites, the way it reacted to the world around it.

“Any new insights?” you asked softy.

“No… But… If I believe in you and in your magic and the way you make sense of the world… then I… I have to do something,”

“Do something?”

“We get back what we give, right?”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “It’s not always obvious or direct. Or timely. Or even equally fair… But, yeah… There is definitely something like the concept of karma at play. And even if there isn’t, living as if there is can only be a good thing,”

“Then I must show more grace… and gratitude… Even if I am a monster, maybe especially because I am… I can give goodness too.”

Without thinking, you slid off the stool and joined Eddie on the floor. “You already do. You don’t owe the world anything.”

Eddie smiled, first a small soft thing, almost sad, but then it twisted into something else. Ear-to-ear and full of teeth. “I owe it more than one life,”

“But if we count all the lives you have saved. Both by killing what plagued this town, and by preventing deaths at the hands of bad people-”

“Morality cannot be simple addition and subtraction. There is no math that can quantify goodness or righteousness. You know that,” Eddie cut in. He watched your face, saw the pensiveness blossom across it. “Don’t worry, my little witch, my plan is not as life-or-death as this all makes it seem… I just want to do something good for your friends,”

“Your friends,” you corrected quickly. “They’ll be your friends too. Your family. You’re part of this coven.”

Eddie reached out to cup your face in his hands. “Your coven is yours. But I will take the friendship. I have years of loneliness to make up for,”

“Then what-”

He cut you off again, this time with a kiss. You brought your hands up to his shoulders, draping your arms around his neck. Eddie pulled you into his lap and you curled into him like the leaves of the mimosa.

His mouth kissed and sucked at your neck between sentence fragments. “I’m-” kiss “going-” kiss “to plant-” lick “them-” kiss “flowers.” His punctuation a kiss that wanted to be a bite.

You were hardly listening to his words. His words and ideas and introspective musings could all wait.

Eddie laid you down on the floor, the smell of the oak still new. You arched your back and pulled him down by his collar.

“Bed,” you mumbled into his mouth.

“Why build a house if we’re not gonna use it,” he answered.

One hand splayed next to your head to keep him up, the other tickling its way under the hem of your skirt and up your thigh.

“Besides,” Eddie said. “Doesn’t feel like you can wait.” He was sliding your underwear off, throwing them across the room. He rested a hand on you, sliding an index finger through your slickness.

“I can’t,” you agreed, breathy and impatient. “Now. I want you now.”

Eddie didn’t have to be asked twice. With his pants still hanging from an ankle, he was fast to set up and slow on approach. You felt the tip of him follow the path made by his hand, gathering wetness, and shooting electricity through your body.

You melted into jelly beneath him, bliss written all over your face. Eddie loved you like this, pliable and prone to tears of ecstasy.

He held himself back, keeping his pace slow and steady. His vampire muscles screamed to go faster, to rail you into next week, but he liked pulling you apart. Liked how you unconsciously uttered strings of words like ‘full’ and ‘please’ and ‘can’t.’ Liked when you clawed at him to come closer, bit down on his shoulder.

“I love you,” he told you, mouth on your ear, tongue licking. “So. Fucking. Much.”

There was a seemingly endless amount of ways Eddie had learned could make you cum. Talking to you was a favourite for you both.

“You’re so perfect, so perfect… You feel so perfect… You’re so warm and soft and I… I want to eat you whole…”

Your response was in the pooling tears and the nodding and the slack jaw. The begging, “Please. Please.”

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” It was all it took. Your orgasm exploded moments before his. Eddie’s thrusting getting harder and faster for the few seconds he took to follow you. He had to grind his teeth together to stop himself from ripping into your neck.

You kept your eyes closed, not aware of your surroundings. When you felt Eddie’s arms slide beneath you, you smiled and hummed. He carried you to your new bed, cleaning your skin with a warm washcloth before curling himself in behind you.

With the last of your day’s energy, you tangled your fingers through his, falling asleep happily.

As Eddie listened to your breathing find its mellow night rhythm, he saw a vision of you in his mind. Hands full of flowers and foliage. A coven of audience. Glorious and beaming.

End Note: I made a small Pinterest board with inspo for their house - click here to view.

I hope you are all as well as any of us can be at a time like this. I hope this story continues to provide comfort, escapism, and fuel for daydreams. xo Rhi

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zapreportsblog · 8 months

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Love your work! Felix and Demetri(separate) saving their mate after an accident(either a car accident, she falls in a lake, anything else in mind) Please and thank you!

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✭ pairing : demetri volturi x reader x felix volturi

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (y/n) is the mate of demetri volturi and felix volturi , and one night on her way home she’s involved in a accident that leaves her injured beyond repair

✭ authors note : this shit sad

✭ twilight masterlist

Felix Volturi :

The night was draped in obsidian, a tapestry of stars that glistened above, offering a faint glimmer of hope in the darkness. (Y/N) was behind the wheel, her thoughts consumed by the anticipation of reuniting with Felix, her mate in the Volturi coven. The road stretched before her, a ribbon of asphalt cutting through the dense forest, shrouded in shadows.

The dashboard clock blinked 2:37 AM as (Y/N)'s car rumbled along the winding path. The occasional passing headlights of other vehicles were rare companions in this lonely stretch of road. Despite the late hour, a thread of excitement ran through her veins; she was nearing the end of her journey to see Felix once more.

But fate, it seemed, had darker plans in store.

A blinding cascade of light suddenly erupted from the opposite lane, cutting through the inky blackness. A drunk driver, reckless and oblivious to the world, had veered into (Y/N)'s lane. Panic surged through her as she instinctively swerved, her grip on the steering wheel tightening in a desperate bid to avoid the impending collision.

Tires screeched, and the world spun into chaos. Metal clashed with metal, a deafening crash that reverberated through the night. (Y/N)'s car was sent careening off the road, its momentum hurling it towards the cliffside. Time seemed to stretch as her heart hammered in her chest, the impending disaster unfolding in slow motion.

The edge of the cliff came into view, a yawning abyss that seemed to beckon her with icy fingers. Her fingers clenched the wheel as her car teetered on the precipice, gravity's relentless pull tugging at her. Then, with a heart-wrenching plunge, her world was consumed by darkness as her vehicle plummeted into the depths below.

The impact was a symphony of shattering glass, twisting metal, and the roar of the ocean that eagerly swallowed her car. Water rushed in, a frigid embrace that enveloped (Y/N) and dragged her deeper into the depths. Panic surged within her chest, bubbles escaping her lips as she struggled against the current.

But as moments turned into agonizing minutes, her strength waned. The weight of the water pressed upon her, her lungs screaming for air that was cruelly out of reach. Memories flashed before her eyes – moments with Felix, shared laughter, stolen kisses – a lifetime condensed into mere seconds.

In the hushed depths of the ocean, the world grew dimmer, the stars above now a distant memory. And as the last vestiges of consciousness slipped away, (Y/N)'s thoughts turned to Felix, her mate who awaited her arrival, unaware of the tragedy that had befallen her on this fateful night.

The night remained silent, the ocean's embrace unyielding, as it claimed (Y/N) – a life extinguished in the shadow of the very stars that had once held so much promise.

Demetri Volturi :

The moon hung low in the inky sky, casting a melancholic glow over the winding road that led to Volterra. (Y/N), the beloved mate of Demetri Volturi, embarked on a treacherous journey to visit him. The late hour added an air of mystery and danger to the already ominous atmosphere.

(Y/N) gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white with tension. The road stretched out before her, seemingly endless and desolate, devoid of any signs of life. The rhythmic hum of the engine provided her with some solace, a familiar companion on this lonely path.

As the minutes turned into hours, fatigue began to creep into her bones, clouding her mind and weighing heavily on her eyelids. She fought bravely against the exhaustion, knowing that she had to reach Demetri's side, no matter the cost.

But fate had other plans in store for her that fateful night. A sudden blinding light pierced through the darkness, illuminating the road ahead. Panic gripped (Y/N)'s heart as she realized the oncoming car was veering uncontrollably, swaying from lane to lane.

In a frantic attempt to avoid the impending collision, (Y/N) swerved sharply, her car skidding and spinning out of control. Time seemed to slow down as her heart pounded in her chest. The screeching tires echoed in the night, drowned out only by her terrified screams.

With a sickening thud, the two cars collided, metal against metal, shattering the silence of the night. The force of the impact sent (Y/N)'s car hurtling towards the edge of a cliff. In a heart-stopping moment, her vehicle teetered precariously on the edge before gravity claimed its victory.

The world turned upside down as (Y/N)'s car plummeted into the abyss below, crashing into the unforgiving waters of the ocean. The impact was merciless, shattering glass and drowning out any remaining hope. Water rushed in, engulfing the vehicle, trapping (Y/N) within its suffocating embrace.

As the murky depths swallowed (Y/N) whole, her heartbeat faded into a distant echo, mingling with the sounds of the crashing waves. Darkness closed in around her, a final curtain falling on a life cut short.

Demetri, unaware of the tragedy that had befallen his beloved mate, anxiously awaited her arrival, oblivious to the cruel twist of fate that had snatched her away. Little did he know that his world was about to crumble, leaving him to face an unbearable loss.

And so, the night claimed its victims, leaving behind a shattered heart and a soul consumed by grief. The echoes of (Y/N)'s existence lingered, forever etched in the memories of those who loved her, her absence a painful reminder of the fragility of life.

Demetri and Felix :

The night was draped in an inky blackness, a canvas painted with the faint glow of stars that seemed far too distant to offer any solace. (Y/N) was on a journey that held both excitement and trepidation, her heart racing with the weight of the news she carried. A secret smile played on her lips as she navigated the winding roads, her thoughts consumed by the impending reunion with her mates, Felix and Demetri of the Volturi coven.

The dashboard clock ticked 1:45 AM as (Y/N)'s car hummed along the desolate stretch of road. The night air whispered promises of the unknown, and the headlights of other passing vehicles were rare companions in this lonely journey. Her heart danced with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty – tonight, she would share with Felix and Demetri the incredible news that she was carrying their child, a hybrid of their supernatural bloodlines.

Yet, as fate would have it, the road ahead held a darkness that eclipsed even the starless sky.

A pair of oncoming headlights suddenly materialized in the distance, piercing through the shadows like twin beacons of impending doom. The other car swerved erratically, betraying the signs of a driver who had succumbed to fatigue. Horror knotted (Y/N)'s stomach as she realized the danger, her grip on the steering wheel tightening involuntarily.

Desperation drove her to react, her reflexes a blur as she veered to avoid the collision. Tires screeched in protest, a chorus of metal meeting metal rang out, and her car was sent spiraling off the road. The world became a cacophony of chaos as her vehicle careened towards the edge of the cliff, the abyss below hungrily awaiting its sacrifice.

The cliffside rushed forward with merciless speed, and the world seemed to slow as her car teetered on the brink. The abyss beckoned, a void that threatened to swallow her, their child, and her dreams whole. For a heart-stopping instant, time hung suspended, then the weight of gravity's pull claimed her, and she was cast into a terrifying freefall.

The impact with the water was a deafening roar – a symphony of shattering glass and twisting metal as the ocean embraced her car. Water rushed in, engulfing her in its icy tendrils, and the world became a swirling blur of darkness and turmoil. Panic clenched her chest as she fought against the current, her instincts screaming for survival.

But as precious air dwindled, as seconds stretched into an eternity of suffocating darkness, her strength began to ebb. Her mind reeled as memories of Felix and Demetri flashed before her eyes – their love, their laughter, their shared dreams – a life she had hoped to share with them, now cruelly slipping through her fingers.

In the shadowed depths of the ocean, the stars that had once held promise were now cold and distant. Each heartbeat was a struggle, each gasp for air met with crushing despair. And as her consciousness waned, her thoughts turned to Felix and Demetri, her mates who awaited her return, unaware of the heart-wrenching tragedy that had shattered her world on this unforgiving night.

The night remained silent, the ocean's embrace unyielding, as it claimed (Y/N) and the life she had carried within her – a future extinguished, leaving behind shattered dreams and a love that would forever remain unfinished.

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writingsofwesteros · 7 months

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kinktober request where sanderson sisters!rhaenyra,alicent and helena are summoned back to life by virgin fem reader and they decide to thank her with kinky magic sex !

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

The cold breeze of the forest easily brushed over your body that was hardly covered. Only a black, see through material was wrapped around you as the words of Latin began to fall from your soft lips. Gods, you could not believe you were doing such a thing. To summon these infamous sisters; one of them was dangerous enough..but all three.

But you had no choice. Not with that beast circling you like a meal. You would be dead by the end of the month, you were sure of it. It was your last resort; you prayed to yourself as the fire around you only built to higher flame. The wind howled and had you shivering once more as those sweet breasts of yours pebbled with ease.

A gulp escaped you as soft laughter began to echo in your ears as well as the woodlands surrounding you. Shivers ran down your spine as you began to play with your slender, ringed fingers that were painted blood red. The wind only grew now as you sweetly looked over your shoulder; your heart pounding in your ears.

“Oh, we do seem to have gotten such a gift.” A soft, silky voice that sent shivers down your spine for other reasons than the cold had you slowly turning your head. A soft gulp escaped you when those doe eyes of yours found the three sisters who were seemingly Goddesses as much as witches. You had not been told of their beauty.

It was hard to make the differences between the blondes but you had heard enough of their pecking order to realise the one who spoke was the leader herself; Rhaenyra. A soft gulp escaped you as your eyes moved down her voluptuous body that the blood red dress seemingly clung to. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears already.

Those bright eyes of hers were burrowed into your own as a smirk tugged on those soft looking lips. “It seems she likes you.” A voice purred from behind and only caused you to gasp aloud, much to the amusement of the three. “Don’t get jealous now, Ali.” Rhaenyra purred as you finally turned around to face Alicent herself.

Those auburn locks of hers cascaded down her back as the emerald dress wrapped around her seductively. It was those big, dark eyes that you found yourself getting lost in as her mouth watering scent washed over you. A giggle echoed around your body as you stepped forward as if in a thrawl. “Oh, does she have a new favourite?” Rhaenyra purred in amusement.

“She’s not as mean as she looks.” A new voice came into the conversation and you knew it was the last sister. Helaena’s angelic body came into view with those soft, bright locks in a loose braid. Alicent only huffed and moved to the side for Helaena to replace her. If you weren’t so lost in Helaena’s hypnotic presence; you would have noticed the soft kiss the other two women shared.

The white, lace dress flowing around her body as she steps closer. “Hmm, now what could you possibly need?” Helaena purred as her hand gently reached for your own lock of hair and began to play. She tugged on them and you couldn’t stop the bright blush moving across your cheeks at the gasp escaping you with ease.

Her free hand slowly moved down your arm before she was soon resting on your hip. The thin layer of material gave no fight as she began to stroke you. “My coven–they want to murder me.” The words fumbled from your soft lips as you only had eyes for Helaena but you knew your words had gotten the other two’s attention.

“And why would they want something like this?” Alicent whispered; perfect eyebrows raised as she came into view once more. Her big eyes were full of something you couldn’t place as they moved over your body. Your lips parted for you to lie but all you were met with was a twitch of a smirk on her lips. “Oh, it seems we have a little, pretty liar on our hands.”

“You taste so delicious.” Rhaenyra purred into your ear; not that you were truly understanding any words coming your way as the intense pleasure took over. Your now bare, soft body arched from the bedding that had seemingly appeared at their convenience. “Please—oh,ah.” You hardly knew how much time had passed since your punishment had begun.

Soon, she leaned back in for her hot mouth to engulf your soft breast. Her free hand roughly palmed your other as it bounced. Your legs were shaking as you found the strength to look down. Those famous locks of Alicent greeted you before those big eyes of hers did. Her soft mouth practically makes love to your creamy, sensitive pussy.

The obscene, wet sounds her mouth was making as she feasted had you whining out her name. “I wonder, will you lie again?” Helaena purred, brushing your noses together as those tears that had welled up in your eyes finally fell down your cheeks. The act only had her giggling as she licked at them whilst her slender hand slowly moved south.

“Please…no more, I …” Your scream of pleasure echoed around the woods once more as they giggled. The electricity that Helaena could control had your sweet, sensitive clit on fire in all the best ways as you couldn’t hold back the climax. You were soon squirting on Alicent’s face whilst your toes curled. “I imagine you are hungry..” Rhaenyra purred as she gracefully moved.

Gods, when was it going to stop, you thought as your eyes watched the Goddess above you. “Good girl, so good.” Rhaenyra whispered her praises as your mouth could only water and receive her. Her delicate hands moved into your hair now as you began to suck. Your tongue kitten licking as you hummed and moaned against her.

The red, silk ties that had wrapped around your wrists slowly moved away on their own as you greedily reached for Rhaenyra. Your hands palming at your arse as your hunger only increased even as your body still shook with the pleasure coming your way. You cried into Rhaenyra’s body as two slender fingers pushed inside your warm, welcoming pussy.

The sparks Helaena was playing with continued as you heard them whispering to each other. “Hmm, we should keep her..” Helaena whispered as Rhaenyra slowly began to move her body against your greedy tongue. Her wetness feeding you now as you hummed; sending vibrations against her whilst her hold on you tightened.

“She would be ruined.” Alicent’s soft voice continued as her thumb was swiping across your clit again and again. Your stomach was tightening in anticipation as your sixth climax of the evening was easily building. A cry of yours was muted as Rhaenyra’s moans began to echo when Alicent pushed a third finger inside your soaked, fluttering pussy.

Alicent curled them with expertise and easily bullied her soft, spongy spot that had her eyes rolling back once more. Rhaenyra whispered her praises as her own head fell back; those locks of hers free in the cold wind that hardly bothered you now as the heat from the sisters wrapped around you. It was an addictive feeling, you thought to yourself.

“I am sure we can protect her from your husband, sweet Helaena..” Rhaenyra hummed but there was no reply from the angel until you realised her hot mouth was now sucking on your clit. The questions of her husband or what they had planned completely fell from your lips. Still, you knew you would be safe away from your coven now. A sharp gasp escaped you once more as you felt a larger object being pushed inside you. “Shhh, do not worry…you will like this…” Rhaenyra whispered whilst her own moans were falling from her lips. Her movements only quickened now as she obscured your view of Alicent fucking you with the strap that had materialised as if it was her own fat, throbbing cock. Helaena’s soft tongue still teases your clit and you soon lose yourself in the pleasure. Their bodies engulfed you as the pleasure became too much. Your vision was darkening as your body was like a woman possessed against them. “We have such plans for you..” Helaena purred before biting down on your thigh.

#kinktober #helaena targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #alicent hightower x reader #hotd smut #hotd fanfic

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I always have this feeling about Castle Village is that it’s not as lively as Pelican Town, like everything there is like an empty desert. There are not much trees growing there, no snow, no cold weather, flowers are rare over there.

What are your views on it? I wanna hear your opinion.

I have to disagree, dear anon, about Castle Village not being as lively as Pelican Town. Well, there's nothing in Crimson Baldlans but a perpetually howling bloody sandstorm and merciless monsters - that's undeniable. But thanks to wizards and witches (special credit to Camilla), people were able to find a home even in the literal hell on earth.

From the size of the concept-art that FlashShifter showed, and my perception before watching the interview, gave me an idea that the place is pretty big. Probably a bit bigger than Pelican Town itself (that's if you exclude the railroad area, the beach and the forest).

Of course, given the closed nature of the village itself and the fact that only Camilla decides who is allowed to enter, it makes it clear that you can't expect an influx of tourists. However, don't forget that the Castle Village is the main coven and gathering centre for all adventurers and wizards in the whole Republic, where you can buy a new sword, enchant amulets, stock up elixirs, sell valuable monster loot, learn to develop your magical talent, hone your swordsmanship, or just be in the company of people who work as hardened monster hunters. The many who have been given permission to step onto this land and purchase property, as well as the number of indigenous people who were born in the Village, will cumulatively make up the same number of people as in our good old Pelican Town.

As for the setting of the town itself - I always thought that the walls of Castle Village were built around a magical oasis that allowed people to live here, providing a source of fresh water and food resources, and protecting the oasis from corrupt magic was the job of the Ministry of Magic, Camilla in particular, since she was the one who lived here.

I always thought Crimson Baldlans was just an ordinary desert with unusual oases. Dark magic of unknown origin slowly but surely consumed the entire desert over a long period of time, but the magic that surrounded the oases tried to resist the dark onslaught. Unfortunately, it was not possible to resist for too long (to prove my headcanon, I will give the example of that black lake in Crimson Baldlans, where we could fish in the game). There was only one oasis left, the most important one, and the wizards of the time realized that their only hope of salvation lay in this little scrap of life in the middle of an already corrupted desert, as it held the secret to fighting this dark magic. The people built walls, put up a magical shield and began to study and guard the oasis. Some were immersed in the search for answers to this important question, others just wanted to live without worries, mages and adventurers settled here, started a family, the settlement grew, and we have what we have.

By the way, I'll add that one of my favourite headcanons that I've never written about here (or did, but forgot lol) is that once in a while Camilla opens up for a day or two for all the merchants that somehow know about the Castle Village to enter here so they can sell their wares and buy raw materials from the local merchants. A sort of event where there's a bazaar in the centre of the village, so there's even more people for a while (Thanks to this ambient that inspired this idea): 👇

https://youtu.be/8uRtW8lBe0I?si=19f49CEV1_IYIVg5

The climate is a bit more complicated, because time and weather in the village itself under the magic dome now flows differently: it's always, I think, a warm spring (late spring, when it should smoothly turn into a hot summer, to be even more precise), while everything outside the walls of the impregnable fortress has nothing that hints at life but a searing sun, a desert storm, and certain death. I swear, some of the natives are sure to complain that Crimson Baldlans has "heat worse than Hell".

I don't usually focus on comparing the world building of SDV and SVE with the real world, but the setting, buildings, objects that I saw in the latest teaser from FlashShifter about the Castle Village reminded me of Egyptian motifs, and the Middle East in general. I could be wrong, it's just my guess, so feel free to write about your theories!

So, conclusion:

For me, the Castle Village is provided as a hub for all monster hunters, adventurers, mages, wizards and people who are not sceptical or fearful of magic. Each house is an impregnable fortress of dark stone, the same as the walls of the Village. The main magical academy and the most imposing Adventurers Guild towers above this houses. There is sand everywhere, and only a few places have emerald grass, flowers, ponds and gardens of extraordinary beauty with many different plants and sculptures. Everywhere there is the smell of spices, the noise of markets, laughter in taverns, the clinking of blades, and the air is saturated with magic.

Nevertheless, there is gloom, isolation from the world and a huge graveyard, reminding all residents and visitors to the Continent of Galdora that this is not a perfect blooming paradise and how easy it is to lose one's life. That the vast number of graves are but a small fraction of those fallen heroes who gave everything to protect this place, for many of their fellows still walk around as soulless shells, shadows of their former selves. That almost all of the part of the place they call home is a cursed land that will spare no one.

#I had such a funny transition from journalistic style to literary style when describing Castle Village. But it is what it is #That was super interesting topic thank you dear anon for that! ☺️#SVE #stardew valley expanded #SVE would building #thanks for the ask!

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Magical Girl Exorcist Squad: Issue #20 (Devil's Eve, Act III)

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THEN

In the agony of her mind, Winona swam through the endless sea of Floodwater. Her Halo was a lantern in an endless void, the Light of God singing out from her flesh and soul. The water teemed with filth and mud and blood and bone gravel, while the remains of mountains and forests and deserts decorated the ocean floor. Whether she was in her angelic state or her human state, she was filthy.

In the agony of her mind, her father’s corpse floated above her, and spoke to her: What ails you, daughter of mine?

“Why has… Why has God abandoned us, Abba?” she cried.

My Father does not understand us, Winona, Father said. He never did. I thought I understood Him, but I do not. That is the way of Parents and children.

“But I understand you, Abba.”

I… I am honored, Winona. But you do not understand me so well as you think you do. That is not an insult- no two individuals can ever completely understand each other.

“I think you understand me, Abba.”

I hope that I do. Once again, daughter, you honor me. But what you say is impossible.

“I want to understand people,” Winona said.

I know. And the way to do that is to help others- to do the right thing, even when it is difficult, even when the whole world opposes you. And it is in these actions that the blood of the covenant will gather.

“But there’s nobody here- everything, everyone, is gone.”

Not everyone. Look around, daughter. For there are others who have been driven into the sea.

Winona spread the Light of her Halo, of her wings, rendering visible all the filth and refuse washed away by the Flood. But in that filth, the pigs wallowed, trotting across the ocean floor. Six hundred and sixty six swine, forced beneath the Floodwater. In the belly of the swine, black smoke pooled, desperate for release, screaming for help. A Legion of Demons, united in mind and spirit.

Winona reached out to them, and the swine cried and burned at her angelic touch. So instead, Winona fashioned one of her spines into a staff, and marched the pigs across the Floodwater. On that day, Winona became a swineherd. On that day, the Legion found a new Lady.

They were her friends. Her family. She honored her father through the love she shared with them, and they with her. And yet she knew she could prove her father wrong- she understood the Legion. And they all understood each other.

***

“Do you wanna tell me what happened?” her mother asked her as she handed Nicole a cotton ball.

Nicole poured rubbing alcohol onto the cotton ball, then pressed it to the wound beneath her cheek. “No.”

“Nick,” Mom said. “You show up bloody, I’m gonna have questions.”

They sat in the sterile white bathroom of their home, harsh lights blaring out of the ceiling. Monica and Zack were gathered in the living room downstairs, probably arguing over whether or not to eavesdrop on the conversation.

“… Guy on the basketball team did this.”

“What?! On your basketball team- on our school’s team? Nick, this is- you need to tell someone about this!”

“No, I don’t,” Nicole said, pressing another cotton ball to the scrape on her shoulder. “Because if I do, it becomes a problem. Either I get kicked off the team for being in a fight, or our captain does.”

“Nick… Why were you fighting in the first place?”

“I wasn’t,” Nicole said. The alcohol stung as it bubbled white on the surface of the scrape. “I don’t like to fight. You know that. He attacked another player. I got in the middle of it.”

“I don’t like this, Nick,” Mom said. “I’m worried for you.”

Nicole remembered her weak smile even through the fog of three long years. “I’m more worried about the guy he attacked. Trust me, Mom, I’m fine. I’d feel awful if the team didn’t make the playoffs because of something this minor-”

“Something this minor- he assaulted you!”

“Yeah, but he’s rich, and we’re not,” Nick pointed out. “His parents donate an insanely large amount of money each year. If this gets dragged into a hearing, dragged before the school board, whose side do you think they’re actually gonna take? Do you really think they’re gonna believe I stepped into a fight and didn’t throw a single punch, just let the guy wail on me until he got bored? C’mon, Ma, ain’t nobody’ll buy that. If this gets made into a whole thing, you’ll dragged into it. You could… You could lose your job! Zack just started at the school this year, and Monica will be starting soon-”

Mom leaned against the bathroom linen closet’s door and exhaled heavily. “Why are you thinking like this?” she whispered.

Nicole titled her head to the side. “Like what?”

“You got attacked and you’re not even thinking about how if affects you- just how it affects everyone else. Why?”

Nicole struggled to remember how she’d answered that. Finally, it dawned on her: “because that’s the right thing to do.”

NOW

The walls were awash with darkness as Winona and her Legion closed in. Nicole’s pulse got lodged on the spike of her panic and terror, only coming back to her as the gallons of adrenaline and cortisol swam through her. She breathed in, and with it, the full implications of the viper’s nest she’d been shepherded into shook her to the smallest atom of her composition.

She breathed out.

The rage flowed with it, red and hot like a river of lava through veins melting rock.

Light surrounded her, and she emerged fully transformed, atop her broomstick. She shot Winona, a pink comet on course to collide with its target.

She closed in, and Winona swung her claymore. Nicole summoned a full aura of Pink Healing Light, and it took the brunt of the blow while she buried her fist in Winona’s ribs. She grunted, and Nicole struck out her elbows, loosening Winona’s double-fisted grip. Nicole jabbed, jabbed, and hooked at Winona’s face, forcing her back, but Winona roundhouse kicked Nicole and sent her stumbling off her broom.

Nicole landed amidst a pile of hands, the demons locking her arms and legs and pinning her down.

A shroud of darkness fell over them, and a sharp whooshing ran through them and tore away the limbs. Amy’s delicate hands grabbed Nicole by the back of her dress and pulled her into the air. Nicole re-summoned her broom, and held Amy’s hand as they flew through the dark together, twisting and turning around the sharp pivots of the hallways, through common rooms and down flights of stairs.

The hideous odor of sulfur blew over them, and the temperature rose rapidly. The roar of flames hunted them.

With a snap of her fingers, Amy washed away the shadows. She and Nicole looked behind them, and saw the black tongues of Hellfire chasing them down the next hallway.

“I have an idea,” Nicole said.

“I think I have the same one,” Amy grinned. “Hit me.”

Nicole kept her hand on Amy’s and poured her Pink Light into her, and with a snap of her fingers, Amy summoned her own Hellfire and absorbed the onslaught into hers, then flicked it away with a clap of her hands.

“Yes!” she and Nicole both shouted.

That was when a blunt wooden object crashed into Nicole’s head and toppled her. The world was an ocean of pain as the wooden shrapnel exploded around her and she slammed into the tiled floor. Amy land next to her, and when they looked up, Winona and Curtis loomed over them. Winona held the point of her claymore an inch from Nicole’s nose.

“Nice try,” Winona said. “But I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“Jesus Christ, you never quit, do you?!” Amy said.

“Damn straight,” Winona snapped her fingers and winked.

“How long?” Nicole said.

“How long ‘what?’” Winona said.

“How long have you been infesting this place?!” Nicole screamed. “You’ve been here all along, haven’t you? That’s why this party never stops! You’ve been getting demons into the people here in Ditko Hall since the beginning of the year!” You could have done something about it, if you’d even noticed.

“Okay, okay, you got me,” Winona held up her spare hand and bore a sheepish expression. “One at a time, every student here gave into one of their flaws, their sins, their insecurities, and I put one of my Legionnaires in them. I even got them in the structure itself- this whole place is pulsing with demons, a heart of darkness for a haunted building.”

“You monster!” Nicole said.

“Oh stop,” Winona waved her hand. “Besides, there was one exception: you, Nicole. You lived here for a month, and I was never able to get into you. I take that as a challenge, btw: by the end of the night, that’s gonna change. I’m gonna put a demon in you, sweetie. Just you wait and see.”

“GET AWAY FROM HER!” Amy lunged for Winona, and Curtis backhanded her across the face, slapping her back down.

“Aww, how sweet,” Curtis sneered. “The pathetic little mongrel wants to protect her tranny-”

“Hey now, we talked about that word,” Winona said.

“Right, right, sorry. Protect her little boyfriend so she can hurt him some more, tonight and tomorrow and every day they’re together for all time.”

“Don’t talk to her like that!” Nicole screamed, throwing herself forward, meeting the brunt of a boot. Blunt pain shook her once more, her brain banging against the back of her skull’s interior. My fault- can’t do anything right. Dragging everyone else down with me- it’s been happening the whole time, right under my nose. Can’t protect them, can’t protect Amy, can’t protect Zack-

“And there it is- the discrepancy,” Winona laughed. “She’ll lunge at a supervillain holding a deadly weapon for you, Ames, but she won’t do that for herself. Every time she gets angry, she gets violent, it’s only for the benefit of someone else, usually someone who’s hurt her. I wonder why that could be- the root of her shame, perhaps? Her sins of hypocrisy and hatred?”

“That’s not true,” Nicole spat, even as the words pricked and stung, dug into the skin of her mind for old insecurities and resentments. The right thing to do, the right thing to do, the right thing to do-

“I mean seriously, Amy- what do you see in her? She’s barely a real girl, let alone a real person. She’s a broken wind-up toy, going around malfunctioning, trying to help people to patch the missing parts where her heart should be. And those missing pieces are how I’ll prove to you that she doesn’t deserve you, Amy. You deserve someone real. Like me.”

“She’s just trying to play mind games with us, Nicole,” Amy said, looking straight into Nicole’s eyes, maintaining an even tone. “Don’t listen to her. Not that it’ll work, anyway- she said herself she was never able to get to you!”

“Yeah, and it took her until Nicole moved out to get to this one here,” the demon wearing Curtis’ face said as he clawed his sharpened fingernails across the hockey player’s forearm and drew ribbons of blood. “Besides, the way in is simple- guilt and shame.”

“What the hell could she have to feel guilty or ashamed about?” Amy said.

“Well, given that she’s the one who did this to Curtis here,” he said, drawing more and more blood, digging his fingers into Curtis arms and pulling out muscles and tendons.

“Stop it,” Nicole said, fighting back tears as the demon mutilated Curtis’ arm. No, no it can’t be true- please don’t let it be true. Don’t hurt him, please don’t hurt him because of me!

“You were barely present on that date of yours,” the demon said to Nicole. “You hurt him when you did that- he really felt something for you, and you were just bored. Practically falling asleep. So he went home and he had too many drinks and felt a little too sorry for himself, and I was able to climb in like a centipede through the ear. It’s your fault.”

Guilt sledgehammered Nicole’s face, her gut, her everything, the impact of her mistakes leaving bruises on her soul.

“Nicole, don’t listen to him,” Amy said. “That’s not your fault- other people’s mistakes, other people’s reactions to you- that isn’t your responsibility!”

“Oh, you would say that, wouldn’t you, Ames?” Winona laughed. “You’ve never taken responsibility for anything, for anyone you’ve hurt in your entire life. And it’s a long list, Nicole is just the most recent one. You just do whatever you want to whoever you want, and when they try to get upset about it, you cry and you break down and you make them feel oh so very sorry for you that they can’t possibly stay mad at you, isn’t that right you stupid slut?! You use your body and you use your tears the same way: to trick people into liking you! It’s what I find so very, very intoxicating about you, Ames- you’re a travesty. Just like me. It’s why you belong with me.”

The demon wearing Curtis began tearing out veins and arteries and capillaries from the arm, dumping them on the floor like wet noodles. Soon, everyone save Nicole, Amy, and Winona began doing the same, the residents of Ditko Hall tearing themselves apart bit by bit.

Nicole screamed- this was her fault. She should have noticed something wrong with Ditko Hall sooner, should’ve noticed Winona sooner and done something about it! She’d been here a whole month and was too busy getting wrapped up in her own sordid little personal drama to even notice what was going on around her. Stupid stupid stupid- what is wrong with me what is wrong with me what is wrong with me-

And Winona looked into her eyes and sprouted a predatory smile.

***

Cass transformed on instinct, extending her palm and shoving Zack into a pew a hundred feet away. Red rage poured through her ever cell, a burning fury desperate for release. She took aim at the detective and launched a blast of pure telekinetic force.

Di Lorenzo licked the blood from her lower lip, and then a burst of black lightning exploded out from her skin.

And then, nothing happened. It was as if Cass had never used her power at all.

Cass gaped. “What the-”

“Blood magic, kiddo,” Di Lorenzo smirked. “Great stuff- you should try it sometime!”

Another pulse of black lightning shockwaved from the detective towards Cass and Matt. Cass raised her hands aloft and fired a blast of telekinetic force. Matt readied his chainsaw, channeling his light into it and swinging it at the blast. It sparked with cold color, but ultimately failed to bar the onslaught: both Matt and Cass were kicked backwards and slammed into the backdoor. Cass grunted as electric pain sizzled beneath the surface of her skin and bruises bubbled to the surface.

A translucent white owl flapped its wings at the periphery of Cass’ vision. Cass gritted her teeth and tried to ignore it. Not now, the gears in her mind scraped against each other, struggling to keep the anger at bay.

“Now then,” Di Lorenzo said, pressing the gun into the Father’s forehead. “Tell me where that skull is. The one my son brought with him last time he was here.”

“I’m not afraid to die,” Gonzalez said with grim determination, while the Bishop bled on the floor and moaned.

“You really should be,” Di Lorenzo said as she flicked her sharpened fingernail across Gonzalez’s cheek and peeled off a hunk of flesh. She chewed and swallowed it, and a rapturous joy poured out of her. “Mmmm delicious. The sins of a disobedient soldier. You really shouldn’t have killed that old man in Kabul, you know. Your CO did tell you not to, that it was a war crime, that it didn’t matter if he was possessed, that nobody would believe you. And he was possessed, right? You did stop to make sure? Didn’t you? Before you put a bullet in his skull? Right? Oh, Father, if you really think what you’ve done since can make up for that, you’ve got an unpleasant surprise waiting for you downstairs once you’re shuffled off this mortal coil. So tell me- where is the skull?”

“Sin-Eater,” the Bishop groaned, struggling to keep his intestines inside his body.

Cass rose to her feet, and remembered something she’d learn in this Church, or at least outside it: subtlety. Finesse.

With the gentlest, barest flick of her hands, she tore the pistol from the detective, no, from the Sin-Eater’s hands. She felt the gun on her fingertips, the cold metal slicked with its owner’s palm-sweat. Father Gonzalez wasted no time, delivering a swift punch to the Sin-Eater’s gut, then another to her face, before she exploded with black lightning and sent him flying back.

Think, dammit- she could do that the entire time but didn’t lead with it. Maybe she only has a finite amount of magic- of course! Because she’s only consumed so much blood and flesh… God, that’s disgusting. But useful- she can only use as much magic as she burns fuel. So how much has she-

“Quite a lot, actually,” Di Lorenzo said, turning her gaze over to Cass. “That little incident at the precinct left me with quite a stockpile of tasty treats. But I didn’t get where I am by spending it all in one place. And yes, I am reading your mind right now.”

“You… Your own people,” Cass gasped. “You killed your own-”

“For the greater good, yes, I did,” the detective said. “For my son and my husband and my future daughter-in-law, absolutely. Besides, I just love the taste of bacon.”

Cass’ rational thought snapped like kindling, and lit once more from the flint of her temper.

“Aw, what’s the matter- hit too close to home?” the Sin-Eater grinned. “Reminding you of your mommy? She tasted delicious too- she hated you so very much, which gave her a delightfully smoky taste. Truly a deplorable woman, that Juanita Ortiz.”

The world closed in around Cass. Her heart was a storm of rage, her mind a burning pyre. “W-what?”

“Jesus Christ,” Matt whispered.

“I visited her a few days ago. She had no next of kin listed, and you were written out of her will a while ago, so nobody bothered to tell you. I killed her, and then I had the body spirited away by my own men and I killed them all too! And I PUT THEM ALL INTO A POT AND MADE THEM INTO A DELICIOUS STEW!” Di Lorenzo exclaimed, resonating with black and white light. It formed a matrix around her, and lightning shot forth in a massive wave pure power.

No thoughts now, only actions. Don’t think, just do- put a stop to this monster. Monster! Monster monster monster-

Matt jumped in front of her before she could react. His chainsaw burned with Holy Light, and it struck the lightning right back. It flowed into him, and he screamed in agony.

“NO!” Cass screamed. Not him too- can't lose him too! Can’t lose any of them! With the prongs of her telekinesis, she ripped a crucifix from the wall and sent it flying towards the Sin-Eater, only for her to sidestep it as it crashed into the floor.

“Hah. I knew you were gonna do that. It’s one of my favorite spells- a surface level scan reveals all the most pressing thoughts in situations like this,” Di Lorenzo said.

Cass grunted, while Matt screamed, and screamed, and screamed…. He kept the black lightning at bay, even as it was slowly killing him…

… Even as he went awash with navy blue light. It engulfed him wholesale, and a choir of angels sang out as it faded and revealed him resplendent in a navy blue chainmail armor tunic with matching trousers. His chainsaw mutated in the blue glow, and the lightning discharged out of it into the air. The chainsaw reformed into a massive broadsword that he bore with both hands. He planted his feet and exhaled. “Then I guess we need somebody who don’t think!”

He charged at her, screaming at the top of his lungs.

“This just gets better and better,” Cass said, wide-eyed with amazement and pride. For a moment, her rage smoothed over into righteous clarity. She hopped on her broom and chased after him, moving on instinct. She flowed like water through the air, using her powers to shove the Sin-Eater’s hands out of the way each time she tried to launch an attack or throw a strike. The Sin-Eater summoned shields of lightning, and Matt and his blade tore through them.

“What the fuck are you?!” Di Lorenzo screamed as she retrieved a knife and funneled lightning into it, blocking his massive blade with her tiny one.

“I’m the truth,” Matt said. “Plain and simple. Unvarnished.”

“That’s the most idiotic, asinine thing I’ve ever-”

She didn’t finish- Cass exercised just a bit more finesse and ripped the knife from her hands. Matt put his blade against the skin of Di Lorenzo’s neck.

“Oink oink, bitch,” Cass smiled maniacally as she closed in. Only half-formed, half-coherent thoughts came in through the storm inside her head. Killed Mom. Killed all those people. Even if they weren’t innocent they didn’t deserve to die like that. Nobody does. “Now, we’ve got some questions for you-”

“Well that’s interesting, mostly because I have one for you,” Di Lorenzo said, her smirk reflowering. “Did you know I had another gun on me?”

WAIT, WHAT-

Di Lorenzo jumped back, an inch away from decapitation as Matt swung his sword. She put her hands behind her, retrieved a gun from her the back of her pants, and got off a shot before Cass could telekinetically remove the weapon from her, before Cass could shove her backwards across the church.

NO!

The gun flew about as it fired, and the bullet launched towards the pews by the front door.

Matt was safe. Gonzalez and Roberts were both outside the line of fire. Cass breathed haggard breaths, eyes wide, mind and body screaming. They were all safe. All of-

That was when Cass heard the bullet tear through the wooden back of a pew. That was when Cass heard Zack scream. That was when the last vestiges of control over her rage broke apart, levees in a whirling storm.

That was when all the glass in the windows exploded, and the translucent white owl reappeared and flew about before her.

The Word of God burned through Cass’ mind, body, and soul, and the world around her tore loose from its hinges as her powers surged like wildfire.

***

Debbi transformed immediately, and Heather did the same. Heather nearly launched herself at Astra and her beasts fist-first, but Debbi put a hand across her midsection and stopped her.

“Why transform if you’re not gonna attack me?” Astra said with a dull monotone and a cocked eyebrow.

“To show you we won’t be intimidated by your threats,” Debbi said. She scanned the streets- no civilians out. At the moment. It was the city on a Friday night- sooner or later a car or a pedestrian or somebody Astra could take hostage would arrive, and that would make this a lot more complicated. “We’ve got better things to do tonight then deal with you. You said you wanted to talk, then talk. Or we’ll just leave.”

“I’ll follow you,” Astra said.

“I bet you will,” Debbi said.

“Yeah, we’re not scared of you, you freak!” Heather said.

“Oh?” Astra raised that perfectly sculpted eyebrow again.

The hellhound on her left pounced at them. Heather caught it by the jaws and tried to throw it back, but it broke loose and began attacking her. Soon, the other hellhound was fighting her as well as she flew to maintain high ground.

Debbi motioned to follow her, but Astra said, “No, we’re talking. You and me. Your little pet faggot there can fight while we talk.”

“How dare you-”

“You told me to talk, so I’m talking,” Astra said. The dragon opened its jaws and exhaled smoke, while Heather kicked at the Hellhounds from above. They sank their jaws into her ankles and ripped her from the sky, and so she fought them with only her fists. Black dogs the size of trucks were on upon the woman Debbi loved.

Trust her, a voice in the back of her mind whispered. Trust your girlfriend. Your teammate.

“What do you want?” Debbi said.

“I’ve come to tell you that I’ll be taking Amanda back,” Astra said plainly. “Your family has ruined her, corrupted her. So I’ll take her for myself and make her into what she’s meant to be.”

“Good luck with that,” Debbi rolled her eyes. “Amy does what she wants. And she doesn’t want anything to do with you.”

“She doesn’t have to be willing,” Astra replied with a shrug of her shoulders. “I just need to be there at the right time and the right place-”

Debbi shot a pike of light at Astra, and the succubus cried out as her eyes burned in the harsh glare. Debbi channeled Holy Light through her fist and crashed it into Astra’s jaw, leaving her screaming and burning. Then Debbi grabbed her by the lapel, hands still burning with Light, and pinned Astra to the ground. “I’m sorry, what was that? I think you were just saying something horrifying and fucked up that you thought was funny- care to repeat it?”

Astra, blinking rapidly and breathing out pure pain, simply looked confused. “What are you talking about? I wasn’t being funny. What was comedic about what I just said?”

“... Um… Nothing?”

“So why would I find it funny?”

“That- Goddammit, what am I doing?! Call off your dogs or I’ll kill you.”

“Better idea- you get off of me, or I’ll have my dragon burn your whore alive,” Astra said.

The dragon, slightly smaller than the hellhounds, turned and took aim with its open mouth at Heather as she wielded her fists.

For a moment, Debbi’s heart quaked with terror.

But then she looked at Heather, fighting valiantly in spite of the odds, fists merely flickering with Light but landing every blow against her monstrous opponents. The Light slowly stabilized, little by little, as Heather spoke. “Listen! We have heard the might of the kings” she began, and recited the opening lines of Beowulf from memory. Heather fists howled with Light as she spoke, and gripped her hands around the Hellhound’s throat tossed it at the dragon as it breathed fire. It absorbed the blow while Heather snapped the neck of the second hound, and then charged at the dragon while reciting medieval poetry. “This is what I love! This is what I have faith in! This is an epic struggle between good and evil, and I am the strongest bitch on the side of good! This is my epic, and I’ll be the one to write it!”

Debbi smiled at her girlfriend, then looked down at her opponent, at her sister’s wretched birth mother, and spat in her face. “Bullshit. Two hellhounds and a dragon isn’t nearly enough to kill Heather. It can’t be done. She’s stronger than that- stronger than you. I have faith in her. Just like I have faith in EVERY MEMBER OF MY TEAM! I won’t question any of their resolves or any of their intentions, and I’ll only bail them out when I have to! BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT A LEADER DOES! AND THAT’S WHAT FAMILY DOES!”

Astra furrowed her brow as the vision returned to her, and she cocked her head as if sizing Debbi up. “Hm. Intriguing. Welp, fair enough, I’ll get out of your hair.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Debbi asked while her girlfriend finished pummeling a dragon into the asphalt.

“Change of plans,” Astra said. She dissolved in a gust of purple smoke, then reappeared standing on her feet Debbi fell on her face. “I was going to kill you so as to send a message to Amanda, but honestly? She’s been a disappointment to me all her life. But you, Debbi… One General to another, you’ve got something special in you. See ya’ around, kiddo- I’ll be in touch.”

And with another gust of smoke, she was gone, leaving only Debbi, her girlfriend, and several monster carcasses remaining.

***

Nicole screamed and screamed as the residents of Ditko Hall mutilated themselves. Winona lorded over her, her cocky smirk burning as brightly as her Hellfire sword. Amy was pinned beneath a dozen demons, and blood was splattered everywhere.

Your fault, Nicole thought. Your responsibility. So do something for once in your worthless life-

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention,” Winona said, running a finger over her pink lips. “Your little brother was here earlier, looking for you. Think his name was Zack? Seemed like a real shithead- I told him you’d be at St. Joseph’s. The Sin-Eater should have met him there by now-”

Nicole channeled Pink Light into her face and neck and lunged for Winona, her shield skating the edge of damnation as her fist made contact with Winona’s lower jaw. Winona grunted, but slammed the pommel of the blade into the side of Nicole’s skull and knocked her back down. Stars danced before Nicole’s eyes, and the room spun faster than the planet as the walls closed in and her breathing grew sharper and sharper.

There was nothing she could do. She would just keep getting knocked back down. The only thing that she was good at, the only thing that made her wretched excuse for an existence meaningful-

“Not bad,” Winona said, kneeling before Nicole and raising a fist. “Really, not bad. It’s just too bad it’s all bluster and bullshit. Wanna know how I know? Because you’ll do that for someone who hates you, but not for yourself. Amy, Zack, the Bishop, hell, everyone- do you really think they accept you? Any of them? Do you really think the people in this city that you’ve worked so hard to protect wouldn’t cast you aside in an instant the second they found out what you really are?” She collided her fist with Nicole’s eye, then her other eye, then her mouth. She struck, and struck, and struck, without pause and without restraint as pain invaded every cell of Nicole’s body and mind. “I mean come on- of course they would! Some out of pure disdain, others apathy, and others a simple desire not to be seen as taking a side. And yet you’d run barefoot over broken glass to protect their miserable asses! It’s BULLSHIT! Because you’re protecting people who hate you but not yourself!”

“Nicole,” Amy cried, “Don’t listen to her-”

Curtis slammed a foot onto Amy’s back, and she howled in pain.

Nicole tried to break free of Winona, tried to get to Amy, but Winona grabbed her throat and kept her pinned down. Winona resumed raining blows. “There it is again! And this is what gets me, the hypocrisy. You think this makes you a good Christian, think it makes you noble, but it doesn’t- a good Christian is supposed to protect all of God’s creatures, all life, including their own. But you won’t do that, because all you feel towards yourself is disdain and disregard. And you just want it to stop, don’t you? Someone who loves everyone but themselves, who wants to throw their own life away and dress it up as serving the Lord so they don’t get caught in the attempt, isn’t noble. They’re just a FREAK! THEY’RE JUST SICK IN THE HEAD!”

The familiar, hateful words stung her. The tightness in her chest tripled, and the room spun faster and faster-

“That’s not true!” Amy cried, tearing free of her bonds. Amy tried to meet her gaze, look directly into her, through her, but Nicole shied away. She didn’t want Amy to see her like this… Not when… Not when she was right about her. Not when she’d put Amy through so much pain already. Not when Nicole didn’t deserve her. She didn’t deserve anyone. “I know it’s not! Nicole, you’re a good person! You do those things because it’s the right thing to do, not because you-”

“It can be both,” Nicole whispered. It was as if a knot around her neck tightened, forcing the words out of her throat.

“W… What?”

“My life means nothing,” Nicole said. “It’s other people who matter, not me. Never me. I’m just a freak.”

“You’re not a-”

“You said so yourself,” Nicole said.

Black smoke whirled around Nicole. Tears leaked from her eyes, and in the gaps left behind, filthy Floodwater poured in.

“I was wrong!” Amy sobbed. “You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met! I was wrong about you, I was wrong about everything-”

“Gosh, look what I’ve done to you,” Nicole said. “Reducing you to this state. I’m so sorry I hurt you with my delusion-”

“It’s not a delusion- you’re a woman, and you’re a good person! People need you- I NEED YOU!”

That was very nice of Amy to say. It was nice of everyone to say- Nicole’s parents, her sister, her friends, Father Gonzalez, everyone. But the truth was, they were just afraid of what Nicole might do if they said otherwise. People broke before they bent. The truth was…

The truth is that you’re dragging them down with you, a voice beneath the water’s surface whispered. The truth is that you’re an abomination, that nobody really wants you, least of all you. It’s why you do the things you do, and forgive as much as you do- you want to believe that if you do everything right, and act like One Of The Good Ones, then that will at least give your pain and sacrifices some meaning. But there’s no meaning to it. You’re not God and you’re not Christ- there’s nothing Holy about you throwing your own life away. It’s just sinful.

The world grew further and further away as Nicole lost the strength to tread water. She fell beneath the Floodwater’s surface, and was flushed out of her own mind as the demon tossed her about and forced all the strength from her spirit. The ashes clogged her mind and body, and the smoke was all she could see above the water’s surface as she sank deeper and deeper until finally, she found herself in a prison cell. Metal bars on the door, a cold concrete floor, and a steady drip of water leaking from the ceiling and pelting her face.

Eyes that were no longer her own stared at Amy, limbs that were no longer her own dragged her to her feet. A voice that was no longer her own spoke thusly: “Hmmm. That’s so much better.”

“No,” Amy screamed. “NO!”

And in her cell, in the agony of her own mind, Nicole couldn’t even find the strength to scream alongside her. In the agony of her own mind, at least she couldn’t do any more damage to herself or anyone else. It’s the right thing to do, she and her demon whispered together.

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Haze Module time!!! The Witch's Hat - seems a like a nice little glimpse into the witch's somber side...

Through the ‘Forest’ she makes her way. Between the bars of naked steel she skips, from one end of the alleyway to the other, and on top of a faded billboard she climbs. Not far away, an empty tin can topples over. She takes a small step back, crouching for a while under the shadow. Only once she’s sure her silhouette is alone again under the moonlight—does her step pick up once again, deft like a wisp of fog. She finds her way straight through a window empty of its glass.

A puddle of water rests on the ground, which she avoids with great intent. Probably the recent shower of rain, that tonight’s so especially bright. Not a good omen, in any case. In times gone by, no one would dare trespass into the Forest thick of fog, for there was Witch’s domain. The greedy merchant had want of the Witch’s powers, but pitch-black smoke would bind the neck of such a poor soul. Only lost Children would have good fortune in the night… Most of the coven had come to suffer a different kind of curse already, but in the hazy night those inauspicious stones would happily be hidden from view.

A great fire of yore took the original Witch Forest. Thereafter, one nomadic city to the next, these empty rooms have been little more than the cracks amidst neon and skyscraper’s reflections… hardly fit for a safe domain.

She silently patrols her temporary lodgings, and finds the Hat out of a pile of miscellanies. A broad-brimmed one, cloth heavy-set in all its layers. Its inside is riddled with patchwork, every hand which sewed on those eclectic fabrics still there in her memories. Some were wizened, some young, all so soft without exception, so tender. She jumps into it, lets the sheets of fabric surround her body, as if she’s returned to their embrace.

Another hand rests upon her head. She remembers this one, the youngest among them, and the last to still follow her. This girl's hand once carried the scent of clean grass and fresh paper, like the others, but in these times it was always sullied with rust, with blood.

‘We’ve been found again.’ the young Witch picks her up and cradles her, and puts on another hat entirely. ‘Take a guess. How long can we still run, I wonder, before the next time we’re caught?’

The creature brushes against the Witch’s cheek, reflecting not an inch of light.

Together, she and the girl leap into the dark of night, straight through the Forest. Such is the freedom they were meant to share.

#Haze Arknights #Arknights

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maple-moose-muffin · 3 months

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I'm back on this hell site, this time with organizational skills. So I've gathered all my fics into one masterpost, and I'll work to keep it updated for easy reference, including when I abandon a series or put it on hiatus. Warning: Some of these fics are NSFW.

Fire Emblem

Swiped Right Into My Heart 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | ? T, 31.7k words, Sylvain/Felix | Sylvix, fake dating, catfishing au In-progress Needing a date, Felix steals Dimitri's photos to prove a point, and Sylvain falls for it hook, line, and sinker. But once the catfish is out of the bag, can Sylvain navigate the murky waters of fake-dating to get the man he really wants? Or will he catch something worse than a catfish: Feelings.

Nickels and Dimes 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 T, 16.1k words, Felix-centric, modern au, humor Complete Ingrid bets Felix he can't live on a layman's budget. Felix will do everything in his power to prove her wrong. Even if it means extreme couponing.

Laurel and Wreathed 1 | 2 | 3 | ? M, 22.9k words, Felix/Sylvain/Ingrid | Sylvixgrid, Hanahaki AU Hiatus The first time Sylvain hears the term ‘hanahaki,’ he’s in the Garreg Mach library, talking literature with Ashe.

Voltron: Legendary Defender

Lover (un)binding 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 T, 33.9k words, Shiro/Keith | Sheith, Fae and Witch AU, Flowers Complete Keith is one of the last guardians of his little forest, tasked with protecting the villagers just south from darker fae who would aim to harm them. Shiro is a mysterious stranger who appears one crisp autumn morning in a forest clearing, with a full cottage and a garden that's bursting with dangerously sweet flowers. Keith needs to know what Shiro's hiding under his single black glove, and Shiro needs Keith to trust him.

Genshin Impact

Candleflame in the Rainstorm, Seedless Dandelion Head E, 7.2k words, Diluc/Jean | Jealuc, Top Jean, Bottom Diluc Time and again, Diluc shows up at her door, searching for a way out of his head.

Fire Emblem

Of The Covenant T, 2k words, Sylvain & Ingrid, Blood Oaths, Injury Treating After taking hits for each other on the battlefield, Sylvain and Ingrid argue about self-sacrifice.

Sixteen by Seven, Eight by Eight T, 2.9k words, Sylvain/Felix | Sylvix, Post-Blue Lions Route As Enbarr falls, Felix looks for Sylvain.

With Words (I Thought I'd Never Speak) T, 7.9k words, Sylvain/Felix | Sylvix, Post-War, Grayro Sylvain Felix and Dimitri are carving their own paths now. Ashe and Ingrid too – soon to be formally knighted, once Fhirdiad is healthy enough to bear the brunt of a formal ceremony. Byleth continues to lead the charge and make history from her new position as archbishop. Dedue stays stalwart at His Majesty’s side, but even that is a choice he’s made for himself. The further north they press, the less control Sylvain has over his own life. Are you afraid? he doesn’t ask Felix. Couldn’t take it if Felix answered, No.

all the bones that i knew T, 4.1k words, Sylvain/Felix | Sylvix, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Sylvain and Felix return to the old vacation home they once shared with Glenn, Dimitri, and Ingrid. Memories lay waiting in the dust.

Catalyst T, 4.2k words, Felix & Ingrid & Sylvain, mid-time skip, trio study Audio Version Available Felix, Ingrid, and Sylvain reunite and decide their place in the war.

Silent Devotion M, 2.4k words, Sylvain/Felix | Sylvix, Non-Graphic Smut, Fluff Sylvain is almost silent any time he cums. Felix wants to know why.

Voltron: Legendary Defender

Stolen Time T, 5.4k words, Shiro/Keith | Sheith, Soulmate Counter AU, 5+1 Five times Keith and Shiro's wrists counted each others' days, and one time they didn't.

Shelter Through the Storm T, 3k words, Shiro/Keith | Sheith, Angst, Blood, Panic Attacks After Keith makes his first kill he can't get the sound and taste and feel of it out of his head. At least Shiro is there for him.

Renaissance G, 3.6k words, Shiro/Keith | Sheith, Allura/Lance | Allurance After the war, Team Voltron reunites for a celebratory night together on the anniversary of the war's end. It's a time to rejoice, reconnect, and relax. So Hunk suggests they play a game.

The Kind of Love I've Been Dreaming Of E, 4.4k words, Shiro/Keith | Sheith, Bottom Shiro, D/s, Sub Shiro In which Shiro finally gets to sub and Keith realizes how much he likes Domming.

Unsound This Alarm [Mercury] T, 20.2k words, Keith centric, pre-canon, the fallout of Kerberos It takes Keith one minute to disrupt the assembly, two weeks to get booted from the Garrison, and five months to track down the source of the constant dreams plaguing his grieving nights in the desert. Something is calling his name from the cliffs out in the sands. He feels it in his pulse, in his mind, in his bones, and all signs point back to the man he lost to the stars.

Starlight Eclipse E, 29k words, Shiro/Keith | Sheith, Author Shiro, Artist Keith Takashi Shirogane is a three time bestselling author, and the Romance King of LGBT+ literature. Keith Kogane is a freelance artist of various mediums, working with an illustration agency to make ends meet. No one knows they're together, and they'd like to keep it that way.

Loyalty or Death T, 4.8k words, Acxa & Keith, Past Acxa/Lotor, character study After Acxa saves the paladins by chance from Zethrid and Ezor’s ship, she isn’t sure what to expect. They could turn her away for all the harm she caused, and she’d be deserving of that. Or they could enter a wary truce, with the caveat that she must feed them any information she has on the Empire. She never would have imagined they’d welcome her into their ships, or that the leader of Voltron himself would unearth just how much Lotor meant to her. Still means, much to her chagrin.

Some Kind of Home G, 2k words, Shiro/Keith | Sheith, Krolia, healing, Post-VLD Out in the desert, under the warm rays of the rising sun, a family rebuilds their home.

Retrograde G, 5.6k words, Shiro/Keith | Sheith, Pre-Kerberos, hurt/comfort Late one night, past curfew, Keith comes to Shiro with a request. “There’s somewhere in the desert I want to go.”

First Flush of Morning M, 2.5k words, Allura/Lance | Allurance, Aftercare, Tender D/s Lance and Allura share a soft moment in the afterglow of a special first. Even amidst the rolling tides of war, there is room for insecurity, exploration, intimacy, and above all else, love. Pt. 1 of Ebb and Flow of the Sea

Hush of the Tides E, 4.5k words, Allura/Lance | Allurance, Intimacy, Praise, D/s Lance and Allura share an intimate moment in the confines of her royal bedchambers, tucked away from the war that ravages their lives. Pt. 2 of Ebb and Flor of the Sea

Vacuity T, 2.2k words, Shiro/Keith | Sheith, Hurt/Comfort, Melancholy When Shiro is lost at sea, Keith is there to show him the way home.

Like Opposite Faces of a Blade G, 4k words, Shiro/Keith | Sheith, Hades Persephone AU In which Keith is a god who makes everything grow and Shiro is a god who takes away all life. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. Or in this case, heartache.

Gemini G, 1.7k words, Shiro/Keith | Sheith, Pre-Kerberos, Stargazing Spread out in a private corner of the Garrison campus, Shiro and Keith share small kernels of themselves beneath a welcoming blanket of stars.

Recovery G, 1.5k words, Shiro/Keith | Sheith, Space Flu, Hurt/Comfort Shiro recovers from the Space Flu™. Keith worries too much.

Exclusive TV Offer M, 2.5k words, Shiro/Keith | Sheith, Post-VLD, Humor, Comfort Shiro discovers a late night sex toy infomercial, and is equal parts baffled by society and filled with morbid curiosity. Keith makes fun of him.

Voltron: Legendary Defender

A Fragment of Destiny T, 7k words, Shiro/Keith | Sheith, Slow Burn, Fantasy AU The tiefling tosses his head. “Chivalry like that’ll just get you killed.” He says it with an air that says he thinks Shiro’s the type to willingly sacrifice his life before his honor. Like he’s seen that kind before. Shiro isn’t the sort of knight to live only by a code of manners, though. He has a duty and a mission, an end goal. “If my life were in danger, I’d have drawn the blade.”

Titanium Brand M, 66.5k words, Shiro/Keith | Sheith, One-sided Allura/Shiro Caught in a relationship purgatory, Shiro finds that while absence makes the heart grow fonder, it certainly doesn’t fix any of its problems. Stumbling upon Keith in a bar on a Wednesday night is like tugging on a loose thread of a worn-out sweater, and soon everything begins to unravel. [In which Shiro is married, but things are failing, and Keith is unwittingly the other woman.]

Fire Emblem

Cobblestone Flowers M, 4.6k words, Dorothea/Ingrid | Dorogrid, Friends to Lovers Angst, What Are We Ingrid is still blushing, not quite meeting Dorothea’s eyes as she fidgets with the rim of her teacup. She looks like she’s trying to find the right words to say something, mouth parted just the tiniest bit on a sentence she hasn’t started. And then her words sink in, and Dorothea blinks, swallowing against the shudder in her chest. “What are you saying, then?”

#my fic #masterlist #fic masterpost #masterpost

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Enjarhelm - The first of the 13 realms and the earth, being the realm of Humans. This is the normal realm we speak of and the realm we know of. This is the realm where the giants of old came to from Jötunhelm, helping create it’s northern land. When they retreated when the humans came; only Aldinn, Hár, Halldór, Jørgen, Illus, Sigmund, Björg, and Fjällmarr remained on Enjarhelm. The world is filled with humans and creatures from the other realms. The only creatures that are said to live here other than humans are Deerfoxes, Nisse, Catowls, Woffs, Sphinxes, Gargoyles, Ogres and Ogresses. This is to believe the realm the Kirk coven lives in, where everyone lives in and the realm of Trolberg.

Fjalirhelm - One of the first of created worlds, it is the realm of Fire and Heat. With skies nothing but black and red and rivers of lava, the only known beings to inhabit this realm are fire giants. The fire giants in the realm of Fjalirhelm wander the raging fire world and battle one another, but have deep interest in games, with their names starting with “Fjal” (F-yal). The only walkable areas in this realm are magma rock hills, mountains, volcanoes and fields. In this realm lies the great fire spirit, Fjalvor as the ruler of this blazing world of wrathful flames. Some believe this is where Plagueis, the father of the magma trolls and a child of Björg, settled in for a short while before going to Enjarhelm.

Nafrhelm - The opposite of Fjalirhelm. This is the realm of Ice and Snow. A land of snow, ice glaciers, ice caves, misty fogs, and rivers of frozen waters. The sky is sometimes covered with dark clouds that snow every night until morning, but also clear with a nighttime sky covered with northern lights. The Frost Walkers, under the rule of The Frost King, Issar, are the warlords of this snowy realm, living in a large castle made of ice. Castle Soria. Some say Nafrhelm is where those who died of frostbite and freezing to death went and became part of Issar’s undead army. Some believe that this is where Sighvatur, The Ice Man of the giants of old, came from and returned to, considering he was unrelated to them.

Húlhelm - The realm of Death, the underworld to be basic. It was the world of ghosts and those who yet to be summoned by a spirit stick. Húlhelm’s land is a shadowy reflection of Enjarhelm. But others believe it’s a large land with sand and large stone hills under a dark night sky, where millions upon millions of gravestones lie underneath the sand. Not much is described about this world. To some it was a place of horrors and torture, those who did wicked crimes went to. But others believed it as a weird imitation of life, where ghosts continued to exist in a way not too different from the lives they lived in Enjarhelm. But one thing known, is that there’s no coming from Húlhelm, meaning none have returned ever.

Svalardhelm - The realm of Stone, Caves and Trolls. To be clear, Svalardhelm is basically The Stone Forest. It is a large cavern-like-world with no sky and pillars made of stone that stretch to the high stone and stable ceiling. What lies inside this realm are the mighty trolls that use Svalardhelm as their own Enjarhelm. But it’s not just home to trolls, but to rock chewing slugs too. This is where the giant Björg’s troll children went to and where Amma first emerged from into Enjarhelm by striking through Mt Har, creating the land for trolls. While some trolls roam Enjarhelm, about 60% of the trolls live in Svalardhelm. This realm is just as big as earth, making it like an underground cave that lies beneath Earth’s surface.

Fafhelm - The realm of Fairies. In this realm lies only an island that’s surrounded by a pink colored sea, leading nowhere, some say into other realms. The sky there is hot pink colored, trees of reddish and purplish trunks with orange leaves, magenta colored grass, white rocks, and cone shaped rocks. Who live in Fafhelm are fairies. The color of fairies, their skin is light shade of a color and their hair is the darker shade of that light color of their skin. The fairies live in 2 groups, the mild fairies and the wild fairies. To some people, there’s a secret entrance to the realm of Fafhelm from Enjarhelm out at sea in the gulf of Thoris, a portal on a rock.

Midgardhelm - The realm of Dwarves and Barghests. The realm’s landscape is filled with dirt hills, rocky mountains, rivers of water, and a red color sky. There were some grassy spots but very little of them. Barghests live there as wild animals and eat dwarves for food. Dwarves live underground inside large caves with gems on the walls, glowing as the light source. The dwarves were good craftsmen but weren’t friendly and were often violent and greedy. Such as a dwarf named Nadamir, he was a dwarf who murdered his 2 brothers for their gold and transformed into a Barghest to protect his treasure. Jaðarrokk, the rock giant with multiple heads from the giants of old, is said to come here when the giants left earth.

Álfhelm- The realm of Elves. Being the smallest of the 13 realms, and one of the first of created worlds, everything in the land of Álfhelm is about the same size as Enjarheim but the only thing inhabited of this world are the tiny Elves and Nittens, tiny cats. Since the elves are pretty small, they use it as their large earth. The only large enough animals are rabbits, squirrels, and birds as the elves’ stallions. But being the smallest of the 13 realms, taking about 90 miles to travel around the entire realm. Some say that this is where the elves came from and a large tribe traveled to Enjarhelm through, becoming the first elves. But not much is known of this realm and plays a little part of the Kirk coven folklore.

Geirhelm - The Realm of Vittra. In this realm it’s a complete underground world with tunnels going through the realm, being about the exact same size as Álfhelm. This is Vittra's motherland and perfect home. Above all the dirt underground, is just a flat realm of dirt and grass where Vittra can hibernate during the day. The vittra Geirhelm live underground and dig tunnels, grow their vegetables and hibernate above ground, being into art, and herd ground cows as their cattle. The Vittra of Geirhelm rule under the tribe leader until death, Arik being the leader. Lastly, there are various forms of vittra, but there’s also types of vittra too, such as Carrot Vittra, Potato Vittra, Radish Vittra, Turnip Vittra, and Garlic Vittra.

Baldurhelm - The realm of Forests, Trees, and Nature. It is the realm of a large forest that stretches the entire world where forest animals and mythical creatures live. The mythical creatures that live there are Leshys, Moss Crawlers, Triffid vines, Pine Creepers, Darzin Eagles, Red Wolves, and Wood-Folk. This is the realm of Ganrir the bold, a great red wolf of bravery and is ready for any challenge. The realm of Rósingur, the king of the Leshy. And the realm of Orrin, a large Darzin eagle. Being a forest world is a wonderful area for outdoor camping, building tree houses, and hunting wild forest animals.

Mærahelm - The realm of the Marra. It is much like Baldurhelm, only difference is the forest in Mærahelm is that it’s only and is always night time, with a dark sky of the blackest nights. What lies in this realm is marra, with some believing this is where the first marra came from. The marra in Mærahelm live in different groups, divided into 8 clans of Marra. Brunhildr, Thalajerd, Finnbjørg, Idamaria, Sigurlín, Álfheidr, Dagrund, and Katjanna. The clans of Mærahelm live under a love and hate relationship, sometimes fighting each other, or just getting along as friends. This is the realm of Eir, a marra queen. The realm of Gunhilda, a powerful marra warrior. And is the realm of Yngvildr, a storyteller.

Reifnirhelm - The realm of Dragons. This is the realm of the dragons where they live, fly, explore, and battle each other. This is where Fjällmarr came to, the antagonist giant of the giants of old, letting the dragons come into existence and into Enjarhelm. The land is common and is home to dragons of all kinds, Ingvar the Iron dragon, Fjallarr the Fire dragon, Orkin and Odala the twin Ocean dragon, Nefja the Nature Dragon, and Mistivir the Mountain dragon. The rare dragons, Lindworms even live here in Reifnirhelm and make homes surrounded by hills, where they make gardens. But they are protective of their gardens and plants. Such as a dragon named Niflgandr, she was a lindworm who challenged her mother for a rare and precious land.

Hvergehelm - The realm Fields and Plains. The landscape of this world is just nothing but open fields and hills with only minimal rocks and trees, which are only straight trunks with no leaves. But it is a healthy place for farming or gardening. The inhabitants of this realm are Hobbits, Thunderbirds, Land Crawlers, and most noble are the Blue Mammoths that wander through steppes of this realm. Hvergehelm is the common land for Hobbits where they farm, wander, and live peaceful lives without anything overwhelming. What’s secret about this realm, is that what's in the realm is the secret pond of wisdom lies under a large tree without any leaves, with a hobbit named Gelmir that guards the shiny blue waters of the pond of wisdom.

Kvatnarhelm - The realm of Swamp Men. Inside the realm is the Setus Swamps. Like the realm of Baldurhelm, the entire world here is one giant swamp, and is home to the Swamp Men. Having a large life expectancy, the swamp men are the locals of Kvaturhelm, living as individuals and living in muck and mud, finding the best of rocks, and just talking about their lives. But the swamp men of Kvaturhelm live a normal society, under the rule of King Jörmunlundr. This is also the location of the Overglades where Candlebugs live on the top of the glades and sing in bug-like tunes. What’s known about the Overglades, it’s that inside the tree’s roots, is a liquid of a potion that can revive the dead.

Æginhelm - The realm of Sky and Clouds. In this realm there’s only a sky with clouds, no lands or anything. This realm is known for only being nothing more than plain sky, with storms in the sky made by Weather Spirits and the sun and moon rising up and down during night and day. The inhabitants of this realm are Weather Spirits and cloud hoppers, but they're actually some woffs who live there and rest on clouds, all the woffs in Æginhelm are white woffs, the rare kind you’d find in Enjarhelm. If you have wings, then you’ll be lucky enough to fly through Æginhelm while the only thing that’s walkable are clouds. Some believe it’s high up in the sky on Enjarhelm, between earth and space, but that’s uncertain.

Loðelhelm - The realm of Labyrinths. In this realm only lies a giant maze, leading to a special treasure in the center, the treasure of Leifr. Where this maze came from and who built it is a mystery, but one legend said that Loðelhelm was a mixed realm of Midgardhelm and Hvergehelm and was filled with gnomes. Then something supernatural came and wasted the lands, then created the maze made of rock and stone. The supernatural being was Leifr, who then hid all his treasure inside the center of the maze.

Vallirhelm - The realm of Water and Seas. It is a world of a large sea that surfaces the whole realm, with no lands and the walkable spots in the realm are large sea stacks, large rocks that reach the surface of the sea. While it does have sand, rocks, coral, seaweed, and sea caves under the clear and clean waters with sea stacks, it’s more mostly waters and seas with violent storms and large tsunami waves that stand against the sea stacks. Vellirhelm is filled with water creatures like fishes, Surgeonfishes, Krakens, Salt Lions, and water spirits. But also sea trolls, trolls that could walk along the ocean’s floor without any issues. Some others think this is where Draugen and their ghost ships go to when they die when they were alive.

Stavanjerhelm - The realm of Thunder and Storms. Being a world of violent weather conditions and flickering lighting, Stavanjerhelm is one of the most dangerous of the 20 realms. Lightning in this realm even flashes everywhere and you might know if it may strike you or close to you. The land in Stavanjerhelm is just like the normal world, but the only thing is that the whole sky is covered by bluish, grayish, dark clouds with thunder and lightning flickering every second. No one lives in Stavanjerhelm, but being a world of storms too, it can be a suitable place to live if you’re prepared for lightning storms, harsh winds, tornados, and hard rain and hail.

Jötunhelm - The realm of Giants. This is where some believe that the giants of old originated from then came Enjarhelm. Only Heimskr, Gertl, Myrkr, Kald, Drib, Einarr, and Valfreyja returned to Jötunhelm and continued their lives. The land is mostly populated by all kinds of giants, other than the giants of old, such as forest giants, ice giants, fire giants, and giants in different features of shape and six. The landscape is normal like Enjarhelm and Alfhelm, except the giants are large and wander the lands. This giant populated world is ruled by the king of Jötunhelm, the great, gray giant Aurgelmir, who sits on his throne on the top of mount Gungnir.

Olinhelm - The realm of Space and Stars. This realm is nothing more than an outer space like world, being the second smallest realm after Álfhelm. In this cosmic world, nothing lives here, although there’s theories that this was a huge part of the world of Starlight, the realm of Deefoxes from Enjarhelm. Since this is a space world, there’s nothing but stars in the far distance as a light source and large asteroids, floating through Geirhelm. But the only walkable area in this realm is 2 large rainbow bridges that are said to stretch over the entire realm. The first one being red, yellow, and blue, while the second being orange, green, and purple. While you may think this is outer space far from Earth, that remains as a theory which is up to debate.

(Consider this as a New Year’s Day gift! This was a great work I made. After watching this video on the realms of Norse mythology by extra credits, it inspired me to make my own realms. If you have any questions, go down below and ask them.)

Oh, and, Happy New Year!

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meg-moira · 2 years

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Cyborg Dragon Heart

Hey all! I took a dive into sci-fi with my latest short story about heists, hacker witches, and robot dragons. The story is free to read on my Patreon, and Part 2 will be out this month!

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Once upon a time, witches spoke to trees and flowers and streams. But times change, and so too must witches.

Pebble leaned against a sleek, chrome building. Beside her, a nearly seamless door was carved in the metal, and Pebble stood in the narrow alley, waiting for it to open.

It was autumn and frigid, and Pebble grumpily folded her arms across her stomach. Each arm was a burnished copper, fused to scar tissue that encircled her shoulder blades, and she could feel the chill of the metal through the fabric of her sleeveless hooded shirt. She clenched her fingers, the mechanisms between the oiled joints clicking. She blew a frustrated breath, and as the pale cloud billowed from her lips, she scanned the skies.

So far, so good.

The gray pre-dawn skies were clear. If the telltale shadow of a dragon wheeling above were to darken the alleyway, they were well and truly fucked. Enforcers traveling on their polished motorbikes were bad enough, but if they caught wind of her coven’s heist and set dragon riders upon them, they were as good as done.

Pebble had only ever seen the Enforcers' mechanical dragons at a distance. They were fashioned out of smooth black metal and heaved putrid smoke from their hinged jaws. The dragon automatons and their riders monitored the city from far above, sending droplets of oil falling onto houses and roads like black, putrid rain.

She’d always wondered if the mechanical creatures looked anything like real dragons. She’d seen pictures, sure. But who could tell if those were accurate? A photo could be edited or outright manufactured these days – her coven sister, Honey, had skill enough to do it – and only the longest lived elves and nightfolk could claim to have ever laid eyes on a real dragon. The last flesh and blood skybeast had been exterminated years ago. Those who lived in the penthouses that scraped clouds hadn’t much liked the idea of sharing sky space with feral, unpredictable beasts. They only liked beasts they could control.

Pebble didn’t think they’d meant to get rid of the lush forests the legends spoke of, nor the rivers as wide as highways. The elves, after all, had loved nature as fiercely as Pebble’s witch ancestors. But dwarves and gnomes had been talented at digging up the earth for precious minerals and metals, and the long lived elves and nightfolk had used those with these skills to accumulate their immense wealth and power. After hundreds of years, they were left with Wastes – miles of dried, torn up land that stretched for miles between gleaming cities. And the elves and nightfolk? They used their riches to buy food from the best rooftop agricultural units, water drawn from untapped underground wells, and finery crafted at the hands of dwarves and gnomes who’d been forced to turn to other forms of business.

And the witches? Well, they’d learned to speak a language beyond that of the trees.

Pebble’s earpiece crackled to life.

“How’s it looking out there?”

The voice, smooth as satin, belonged to Ivy, one of Pebble’s other coven sisters, and the leader of their current operation.

Glancing from the open end of the alley to the still empty skies, Pebble replied, “So far so good. How’s it going where you’re at?”

A crackle, then, “Dew’s getting friendly with the security system. She’s speaking with it now. I imagine she’ll have cracked it soon. Expect us to be out in a few minutes with the drive.”

Pebble nodded, knowing full well that it didn’t count as an answer. Not that Ivy was expecting one. She and Dew were busy, and the last thing they needed was the voice of a junior witch filling their ears as they stole fifty thousand units of digital currency from one of the wealthiest nightfolk conglomerates, Pebble bitterly thought.

It wasn’t even that she particularly wanted the stress that would come with the older witches’ jobs, but at nineteen she was nearly an adult by witch standards and being relegated to watch-duty felt lame.

Scuffing her boot against the asphalt, she checked the road and the sky again. When she pulled her boot back, she noticed a bit of green sprouting out from a crack in the pavement. With another quick look around, Pebble knelt. The plant sprout was a stubborn little thing that consisted of a long, spindly stem and nubs that looked like they wanted to be leaves. Despite being a sickly mixture of yellow and green, the tiny plant stretched upwards, seeking what would surely be a sliver of light once the sun rose.

Unfolding her arms, Pebble unthinkingly reached out. Metal index finger extended, she brushed the plant. From the touch, she felt a dull, distant pulse of something. Or perhaps the sensation was simply her arm regulating its internal temperature, for moments later, a fan powered on with a whining hum. Though the witches in Pebble’s coven didn’t actively practice plant speak, it was a well known fact that all witches carried the natural abilities of their ancestors within them. Even Dew, who spoke more naturally with computers than anyone else in the coven, could perk up a wilting houseplant with little more than a touch. But unlike Pebble, Dew still had her natural hands.

Pebble’s artificial finger twitched, and the sickly plant gave a shiver.

It wasn’t a voilent accident or anything – what had happened to Pebble’s arms. Not that Pebble had been old enough to remember when it happened. Apparently, it was some kind of infection born of pollution. It had gotten in Pebble’s skin, then it had seeped into her body and organs. Pebble’s arms weren’t all she’d lost, and it was lucky the coven had recently pulled off a large heist, otherwise they surely wouldn’t have been able to afford the cost of the operation and the additional internal cybernetic replacements. Growing up, Pebble had heard more times than she could count that she was lucky to be alive. Though, perhaps alive wasn’t quite the right word. The machine that had replaced her heart thrummed behind her ribs.

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kawajoro · 10 months

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chapter i, titled revenge.

engulfed in the river's embrace does she, nameless and vengeful, wait for spring's first rain. calm, a hand rises through the surface, water dripping from slender fingers, curling against cool air.

rolling clouds of gray have gifted her with a light drizzle, promising harsher pellets as the morning grows old. this is enough. the armies rouse nearby, and she will not miss the chance.

from liquid, to bone, muscle and flesh, she emerges, bare soles finding balance on the riverbank. sense, rationality, logic—none of it has a place here, not when two of her younger sisters lie dead. she would know, as she drifted among their remains, their memories, their hopes.

no time to think about it now, she must embrace her rightful nature. the mind shift is easy, liberating, becoming one with nature's tears. and she sets off, flitting beyond trees and vines, over roots, through branches and waking canopies.

once she reaches the forest's edge, she waits for rain, relying on its strength in the face of a thousand men, villagers, wives, and children. humans with no purpose other than sustenance, somehow possessing the misplaced notion of superiority.

someone must remind them of their place, their powerlessness.

and as the rain morphs into a downpour, she saunters forward. cold rain sharpens, splitting launched arrows. chaos claims the skies. the army advances, but her decapitations prove formidable as the very rain that waters their crops dismember, slice, and puncture their soft bodies.

a bloody river winds into the village, and within, her rage grows, eclipsing any sliver of mercy. her heart cannot take this wrath, it must be drilled into their dying moments.

so, she screams.

infuriated. agonized. distraught. her sisters did not have the strength to take a stand, but she, the coven's defender will make sure they etch her face into their eyelids.

splitting bodies overhead, blood saturates crow black hair, slipping past curves of a bare body. she screams, and screams, and screams. . . until organs rupture and lifeless sacks drop into mud. such filthy, weak, things.

she cannot stop, climbing through a haze of rage until she can taste satisfaction. only when the village is reduced to lost history, only when the homes are emptied, and horses run about without their masters does she turn her back.

war. it is a declaration of war.

let them come.

let them come for her with their bows and arrows, their cannons and guns, their poles and flags, let them come.

as long as they bleed, they shall not win.

so let them come.

#chapter i. ♥︎ waging war with monsters ;#in character ♥︎ for a love never lost ;

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112-darling · 2 years

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Its Alright

TOH [The Owl House] + Markiplire Egos x reader Angst Fluff

Illinois X reader

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Spoilers for The Owl House season 2, Self blaming, mentions of eating, [my terrible memory-]

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You walked into the cave holding your lover’s hand. It was a well but instead of a reflection in the water it was a galaxy with yellow circles. And in Illinois’s hand was a strange skull.

“Illinois. Don’t.” You looked over quickly as he threw in the skull. Before you could catch it it landed in the well. “ILLINOIS!” “What? Look again. I think we can jump in.” You sighed and got on the edge. Illinois followed after standing next to you.

“Alright.” You sighed getting down and hurrying over to grab both of your backpacks. “Let’s go!!” You yelled and swan dived in as Illinois followed. You opened your eyes seeing the portal close and you where falling with Illinois into a forest.

“FUUUUUUUUUUU!” You yelled before somehow not breaking every bone in your body as you landed on your ass. Illinois on the other hand fell in a tree’s branches.

“Ow.” He groaned as you laughed. “Alright! Let’s move I hear something over here!” You help Illi out of the tree. You both walk to a school looking place and seeing solders run around and you ran inside before Illinois could stop you.

You saw two of those soldiers holding kids hostage. “Who are you?! Are you a teacher?” The Soldier hissed as you grabbed your bow and shot a warning shot. “Let them kiddies go. Before I introduce you to death.” You hissed as one dropped the kid and ran off.

“C’mere kid your safe with me. I ain’t with child attackers.” You hissed as you loaded up your bow again. Before you could let go you saw a glowing circle pointed at the kid’s head. “If you shoot that THING! At me, I’ll kill the kid!”

You laughed dropping your bow. “Fine I won’t shoot you with my bow. I’ll just walk away.” You smiled walking past smiling at the terrified kid. “C’mon bucko show me where you need to go.” You held the smaller kid’s hand as you reached in your bag.

You grabbed a rag and tackled the soldier as Illinois walked in. “Babe-“ you looked up as the soldier fell unconscious. “Shhhh you knew what you where getting into dating the town Mystic.” You wagged your finger and grabbed the kids gently.

“Kiddos what’s going on?” “The Emperor’s Coven! Their attacking the school to make us use sigils! Their gonna take our magic!” One yelled grabbing your shirt and start crying.

“Illi. We gotta help.” You looked back as he fixed his hat and nodded as you walked through the school that seemed to change. You walked til you saw a battle in front of the auditorium.

“Kids!” A teacher yelled as the students ran to them smiling. “Let’s go.” “Stop.” You turned back seeing a man with Fabulous long black hair. Especially for what age he looked like!

“Who are you?” “I’m y/n, the Human. This is Illinois. Also a Human.” You smiled and sucked punched a soldier who ran at you. “I wanted to return these kids after a run in with this-“ you waved to the soldiers as he laughed. “Alright.” You and Illi mostly hid in the back.

Eventually entering the auditorium you noticed a blonde kid who had a terrible scar for his age! You looked away as he glanced at you. You walked up to Illinois and leaned on him as the HeadMaster explained what the bloody fuck was going on.

“So your telling me. There’s a evil Emperor named Belos, who’s trying to do something evil with Covens.” Illinois tilted his head as you just sighed. “When will Evil People leave us ALONNEEE!” You bonked your head against Illinois’s shoulder with each word.

[time skip to Unity Day]

“Are you alright?” Illinois sat next to you as you had your head in your hands. Luz the other human, which was also. . Just a kid. She only sighed watching as you sat up. “We’re gonna do this. C’mon.” You got up and trudged outside.

You all snuck to the Blight house. “You got this kids. You know how to reach me I’ll be distracting the Monster- I mean mother.” You kissed Illinois’s cheek and ran off giggling.

If you went back you could hear teasing from Luz to Illinois. You knocked on the door straightening your attire and smiled at the woman with mint hair. “Hello! I would like to speak to you about the Abomatrons? I’m with the Emperor’s Coven.”

She nodded and let you inside as you pulled up your sleeve and revealed the Illusion-created Mark. “As I was saying. The Emperor is very glad for your work! And I hope you already know?” “Yes. I know. What was the point of this visit?” She snapped at you as you stepped back laughing. “Well sorry! As I was saying.”

You stopped for a second. Hopefully not too long. “The Emperor wants your Offspring to be semi royals! Of course under his almighty power. But your family has done him good! And he rewards those who do good!”

Her eyes widened as you nodded. “Well tell The Emperor. We will gladly accept this!” She spoke with greed as you shook her hand. “Too bad your fake.” She gripped your hand hard and goo trapped you in place. “NO! No no no!” You yelled and fought the Abomination.

Illinois appeared and got you out thankfully. “Let’s go.” You ran upstairs and got the kids outta there. “We need to stop the Abomatrons.” You hissed and jumped out the window and a kid named Gus who gave you the fake Mark magicked up some Uniforms.

“This would’ve helped a ton earlier kid.” You laughed and snuck into the lab. “That’s Kikimora.” The blonde kid said pointing to the tiny demon climbing up a bot.

“Alrighty.” You stood up straight. “C’mon.” Amity lead to the lab seeing it as empty. “What are you doing?” The Mint haired woman hissed as you jumped. Everyone started making excuses. You pulled the group from their babbling mess and escaped out.

You guided them out and broke into a run before hitting your head on the edge of a magic wall of a dome. Amity and Luz monologues with the Mother while you walked over to Hunter and Gus.

“You both okay?” They nodded as you hugged them close as Illinois joined in the bicker. “Honey!” You jumped as Illinois called you seeing Amity’s blood boil. Along with the restraints.

“Amity. Calm down-“ you tried over the noise but the restraints popped off into a fist and she started punching the dome. Her face contorted into anger.

The Luz whispered to Gus as you and Illinois started also punching the dome. Before you knew it it was popped and Kiki appeared and started the attack. Luz saved Hunter and Gus as you distracted them.

Kiki grabbed Hunter as you yelled “NO! PUT HIM-“ Illinois Pulled you back and stopped you from the attack. He pulled you into his shoulder. “He’s a brave kid. He’ll be safe.” He whispered as neither of you knew what was going on other then you all escaped.

Soon ushered onto a blimp you slid down the side and curled up next to Illinois who’s sat down. Luz looked around and stood by Amity. Gus looked tired as Amity addressed Luz and suddenly a puff of smoke and Hunter appeared instead of Luz.

Gus explained how it was Luz’s idea. And the panic settles. You just slowly started drifting on and off sleep as started to bicker. “Hon you wanna something to eat?” Illinois poked your face gently and you nodded slowly. You both shared a sandwich as Hunter sat next to you.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled as you sat up. “What for kid?” “For dragging you here. You came for me if I wasn’t coming on this you would’ve never joined.” He looked down. And his ears where tilted in the same direction.

“Kid. I’d never blame you. And illi don’t either. Your protecting your friends. That’s more then any kid where I’m from would ever do. Ya got spunk.” You smiled and patted his head.

“You all must be tired. C’mon kids nap time.” You grinned as you opened your arms. Gus sat in your lap leaning on Illinois who just smiled at you. Admiring your sheer will to make sure these strange kids are at least healthy. Hunter leaned on your shoulder and Amity leaned on a box.

Willow leaned on Illinois yawning as her Palisman sat on her lap. And the other palismen also joined in the snuggle party. Amity’s father chuckled as you gave a thumbs up and drifted off to sleep.

Whatever it takes. These kids are your top priority.

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redotter · 10 months

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PAP chapter 2: the witch

When she looked back to her life, Manu's memories were always divided into three equally long acts: her childhood in Papura, her coming of age with the coven, and the rest. It didn't matter how many new centuries she lived through, they never took away from the importance and heaviness of those first twenty years.

Papura was a small fisher settlement on the Danube Delta with barely a handful of houses, if the houses were the size of lentils. The wetlands were murky, the grass tall, the roots reaching for the never-ending muddy bottoms of rivers. Water blended into dirt in rich aromas, then evaporated into the air, thick and slow, always lingering. Birds came and went in flocks so dense they could have been mosquitoes. The Black Sea was just a boat trip away. Everything about Manu’s birthplace was full.

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Ibrail was a harbor town right before the Danube broke off into the Delta, immense compared to everything Manu knew until then. The coven was modest, gathered from the Alps to the Urals, from the Baltics to the deserts down south. Witches from different environments used to specialize in different arts, but as their numbers fell, cultures converged.

They would meet every full moon, in a clearing in the woods. From the sweet dryness of July to the sharp beauty of January, witches always celebrated nature and expressed gratitude for the seasons. [...] They would light a fire and open wine bottles. Some would bring instruments, but all would sing and dance regardless. In the deeper shadows, the older girls were often kissing and touching each other. Manu loved the dense party atmosphere as much as the exhausted euphoria of dawn, when the night became rarer and quieter, and the forest smelled differently. Every full moon, Manu returned to her bed content with joy and belonging.

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Within You

Willow was beyond tired, today was a lot. The Coven Head, the massive illusion, the breakthrough with Amity (which was actually super nice, and honestly she just loved the recognition), and then there was…Hunter. Titan, she definitely needed sleep. As of right now she was in her room, just thinking over everything Hunter had told them. The day of unity, Belos's real intentions, who he really was, the Golden Guard, a-and.

She shook her head. She needed to think of something, anything else but that. 'Think Willow, maybe think of those memes Gus and Luz always talk about or maybe…', there was one thing. It was silly, like super silly but the idea seemed nice.

Luz told her about this one movie (that they conveniently gifted her). It was simple, a love story that couldn't be. That's a nice distraction. She was pretty much down for anything at this point.

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Labyrinth, blessed be, that was a rather ironic name wasn't it? Anywho, the movie seemed quite old, she was pretty sure Eda had mentioned watching this movie when she was younger actually. But anyway, the movie was a lot more…how should she put this…stereotypical then Willow was expecting. Sarah was not a good protagonist in her opinion, she seemed so simple, and whiny too (but Willow would never say that out loud, that was just rude), but she was only a few minutes into the movie it couldn't possibly get-

Where's Toby? By Titan she had already lost him? Willow just rolled her eyes, frustrated, she definitely didn't like Sarah, she could only hope that whoever this Goblin King was he'd be a little more- Willow's face exploded into shades of reds, pinks, and oranges. This guy was, um well, Luz did say he was nice to look at. Willow went and got a glass of water, she needed to cool off. So much was happening so fast. This was gonna be a long movie to sit through.

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As the movie played on, she became more and more drowsy. So drowsy in fact, she fell asleep right as the pretty little bubble scene was beginning to end and transition into a dance scene, how nice~

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Willow woke in a wilted forest. A sense of dread filled her stomach. Where the hell was she? What was this place? She needed to find a way out of here.

'Clover! That's right, we can fly above and maybe find a way-wait a second. Where's Clover?' Willow twirled in a fury, she was so ready to "Throw hands" as Luz would put it. But something stopped her.

"Well, well, if it isn't the Captain~" Only one person would call her that. She looked around and finally spotted him. But this wasn’t Hunter, no this was the Golden guard. That mask he wore said it all. He was dressed in a rather peculiar outfit however. It was actually similar to Darius’s own appearance. A cape on one of his broad squared off shoulders, and a chain that held the cape up. However, the rest of the outfit was all wrong. The undershirt was a tight light brown button, with a gold chest plate, and a gold pauldron on his other shoulder, some black slacks, and a pair of dress boots. He honestly looked like Jareth from that movie she had been watching but it was as if Hunter he added his own personal flair to the outfit. It was breathtaking. She quickly shook her head, right now she needed answers.

“Hunter? Where are we?” she asked with a stern tone, fists clenched, ready to fight. All she could do was hope not to, she didn’t want to hurt him.

“Oh where’s the fun in that?” he asked in an odd tone. It was one of both sarcasm and flirtatious. Willow kinda liked it but she didn’t want to get into that right now. She needed answers, asap.

“Hunter…”, she said with a pause, “please, I need to know whats happening.” She looked at him, pleading. He inhaled, taking a step back, and shook his head softly.

“Geez, and here I was trying to be all mysterious and stuff. Oh well, guess I’l have to try my other plan.” He stepped closer to her, a little too close. Bending down slightly to be mere centimeters away from her face. If it weren’t for his mask he’d be able to feel the heat radiating off her face. He continued on, “you, my dear captain, are trap in a world of my creation, an wonderland of sorts, or a dream if you will.”

“A dream? None of this is real?!”

“What? No! That’s not what I meant.” He backed away again, dragging his hand down his masked face. “Look,” venom evident in his voice, “ I don’t just do this for anyone ok? The very stars in the sky move when I tell them too, and I only move them for those who I see that are worthy,” he hissed. The anger was rising his in voice. Before he could continue, there was a chirping heard from behind them. Willow could feel the anger wash off of him. His shifts to stand at attention, like a soldier looking towards his commannder, waiting for the go ahead.

A red bird came soaring down, landing on his shoulder with the pauldron. Willow instantly recongized them and spoke without thinking.

“Flapjack!” She said warmly as Hunter turned to the bird and listened to them speak. She felt a wave of relief wash over her. Now that Flapjack was here she just knew Hunter was gonna ease back to his normal-

“I think you’re right Flapjack, if she wants to be difficult then we might as well increase the stakes.” Willow was pretty sure that the expression she was making right now was what Luz and Gus called the ‘Surprise Pikachu’. What just happened?! Flapjack usually calms him down, he told her that one time when they were texting on one of his patrols. Today was just definitely not her day. She just hoped it wouldn’t get worst.

“So Captain, how about we make this a little game?”

‘Willow you fool!’ She shook her head in disbelief, trying not to think about how bad her luck was. Then she finally turned to Hunter, looked him dead in the eye and nodded.

“If I win, I want out of here.”

“Of course, of course. But! If you lose and can’t meet my requirements then you have to-”

“HOOOOOOOOT!” The ground began to quake with what felt like the strength of the titan itself, (though Willow wasn’t too sure as, of course, she never felt anything like that before,) they were both nearly knocked off their feet. Yet, Hunter was quick enough to catch Willow, it almost felt like He had purposely dipped her, like they were dancing. They quickly composed themselves after the shaking had stopped.

Willow took a look around and stood in awe. Right before her eyes it had seemed that the enivorment had changed. She stood a top a hill with a single wilted tree, spots of dead grass tried creeping their way up her feet, and about 30 feet in front of her was a giant maze. She could’ve swore she had seen that wall texture from somewhere but she wasn’t quite sure about that. From her vantage point she could tell that the maze spilled into the horizon, it was a beautiful sight. But what really caught her eye was the castle dead center in the middle of that view. It was, imposing, to say the less. It was dusty charcoal black from what she could see, there were all kinds of different angles to it. Honestly it made her feel a bit anxious seeing something like that.

“Do you like it?” That made her jump. Willow turned to her left to face Hunter. She could just tell he had that cheeky little smirk on his face right now. “Its my castle, and your main goal of our little game.” Once again he stepped a little too close to her, this time, however, he didn’t bend down. Instead he stood tall, threatening to steal the light from the sky itself it would seem.

“And what exactly do I have to do?”

“I feel that it’s quite obvious but I guess I can spell it out for you. Your goal is to make it to my castle at the middle of this maze, you will have 13 hours to do so, failure to meet those requirements will result in your defeat.” Willow couldn’t help but cover her mouth to suppress her laughter. This was gonna be a cake walk.

“Hunter you realize I can just-”

“Oh I know all about your plant magic, trust me” He replied leaning in just a bit. “I already accounted for that actually.” He straightened back up and took a few steps back turning his back to her. “I really must say, this challenge will be awfully difficult. There’ll be no shame if you want to surrender now, Captain.” Willow’s eyes began to glow with determination. There was no way she was gonna let him talk to her like that and just quit, that just wasn’t who she was.

“Are you out of your mind? Of course I’m not gonna surrender. I’ll beat your game, Hunter, and I’ll get back home. No matter what.” Willow was pissed.

Hunter just shrugged, not even taking the time to look behind him and started to fade off.

“Such a pity.” He said before vanishing into thin air.

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