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A Night for Hunting Ch.7- Fear

T/W: 18+, Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, memory loss, horror, violence, gore, angry feral vampire, comfort, eventual romance Words: 5066 On AO3

I'm back! This chapter taught me that I have a long way to go as an amateur hobby writer! Action scenes are hard. Hope you enjoy anyways!

You thought about him on your stroll home after dinner, that vampire that hid in shadows, that delighted you with an adorable colony of furry bats, yet who could also summon a writhing sea of vile centipedes. He terrorized you endlessly and was the cause of many sleepless nights. He was like a tempest that upended everything in his path, leaving destruction in his wake, though his majesty was breathtaking. He made you beyond angry.

But then he unexpectedly took care of you that time when you were drunk and alone. The way he looked at you when he wasn't being an infuriating ass hat…he also physically threatened you the last time you met.

He scared and confused you.

To your chagrin, your thoughts lingered on him, and the longer they did, the more conflicted you felt. Several weeks later, he still hadn’t visited. Part of you was glad he was finally gone for good. Another part of you had gotten somewhat used to the routine of entertaining this uninvited guest and his extended absence was beyond odd. Yet you would also be unsure about seeing him again after the way you parted last time.

You were right. All you needed to do was endure him until you earned your freedom. It was about time he got bored and moved onto his next victim.

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A breathy moan rang out from around the corner and you got ready to dodge the careless person who was right there as you rounded the corner.

Holy shit.

They were a corpse, their skin was sloughing off, hollowed eyes glowed with a ghostly violet light. You cried out in shock and stumbled back at the last moment as the thing's arms reached out for you.

What is this new devilry?

Your head pounded, but now wasn't the time for a migraine. You jerked your shoulder back again to avoid its flailing grasp. Its fingers looked like shrivelled sausages where dried up leathery skin was pulled taut over knobby bone.

Multiple people have disappeared after dark in London over the past months –by the popular tourist attraction Tower Bridge, at an abandoned factory, and even in Soho. The sirens of emergency vehicles have been much more frequent lately. The news reports of recent mysterious occurrences you once dismissed as irrelevant freak incidences slowly gained salience.

Haaaa. Haaaaaaa.

Your skin crawled at the raspy breathing and you took off at a sprint. The slobbering zombie followed at a fixed pace and the stench of gangrene hit you. The walls blocking off suppressed memories were peeling back layer by layer to unveil the obscure truth within. That disgusting smell of rot…triggered the forgotten experience of being tailed by a homeless woman, who walked with an unnatural jerking stumble according to the tempo of a metronome. Her face was grey and she might as well have been dead. Your heart clenched with remembrance. What were these memories? They were yours?

You ran blindly in terror-stricken confusion with the wind in your face, taking numerous turns before finally fleeing down a flight of stairs lined with trees while slapping away the offending branches that were in the way.

You were hastily running through a park, the one where Alucard last chased you through, where the foliage became shapes of shadow that took on a demonic life of their own.

The soft murmur of flowing water whispered into the night. The lifeblood of London glided solemnly through its path, indifferent to the woes of the people who inhabited its banks. Oh no, you inadvertently came to the Thames River.

You gasped for breath. Historic buildings painted the river’s face in sparkling gold streaks, the image of the capital city at night reflecting radiantly on the calm surface. It was awe-inspiring. And completely at odds with how you were feeling at the moment. If you weren’t this rattled, you would have paused to marvel at the sight where the beauty of nature met the sophistication of man-made architecture.

The fetor of decay invaded your senses once more. Calm down. Tower Bridge wasn’t too distant, but this was in the heart of a tourist area. On a Friday night, it should be bustling. And there was no way you could be that unlucky.

The riverside wasn’t deserted, but it was hardly bustling either. Where were all the people?

Glancing behind to confirm that the thing earlier hadn't caught up yet, you turned to go home, only to walk directly into a solid chest. You yelped, having completely missed this person’s presence. For a moment you panicked. It was impossible for that fumbling zombie to arrive here so quickly! You looked up and breathed a sigh of relief. It was just a normal man.

“A-apologies. I wasn’t looking where I was going. E-excuse me,” you stuttered, your eyes were wide and you looked away.

The man raised a brow and smirked.

“There is no issue, Miss,” he told you with a sweet voice and gave you a quick once-over. “But if you’d like to express your sincerity, allow me to take you out for a drink tonight.”

“I…that’s not a good idea. I need to go, I apologize.” You were skittish and checked behind you again. There wasn’t anyone else except another couple by the riverbank watching the lights.

An iron fist gripped your wrist and you went cold at the glacial touch. “I insist, Miss. Please allow me to show you an excellent night.” His leer turned cocky, revealing a razor sharp grin. You stared in disbelief.

Attempts to pull your hand back were in vain. Unwanted fingers flitted across the palm of your hand and he sighed, “You are very warm. I was hoping you would share some of it with me…” Your skin crawled from his touch and goosebumps formed from the seeping chill. Everything about this was wrong.

…Vampire…the word tickled the back of your mind.

Your head went into overdrive to think of a way to escape your predicament. If you were right, the ‘man’ was much stronger and faster than you. He can see and smell better than you as well. What could you do when you were completely outclassed?

You started shaking. This experience was way too familiar. Not again! You stared at him in anguish, frozen to your spot when you came up with a blank.

“I-I’m sorry sir, I don’t drink!” You whispered weakly, hoping against all odds he would let you go.

His lips curled and he took a step closer well into your space. “...Unless you believe yourself too good for me?”

You inched away despite being unable to break free and thought about screaming for help before stopping yourself. Piece by piece, the puzzle was falling into place –the mind conjured up an image of red-rimmed shadows digging into a body’s crevices, snapping bones and ripping up its limbs in a dark alleyway.

If this man was the same, you doubted any human interventions would be of assistance to you. You were completely, utterly screwed.

“Is this man bothering you?” The two women who were holding hands by the river came closer with a frown, one of them with a hand on her phone looking like she was about to call for help.

No…don’t get involved…You thought helplessly.

“Tch. You two aren’t my type. What’s this?”

–A severed forearm holding a smartphone dangled from his other hand. The phone dropped from the lifeless hand, its screen shattering upon impact with the pavement.

“AHHHHHHH!!!!!” One of the two women howled in agony as blood erupted from the stub where her arm was moments ago.

“Hahaha. Shh…quiet down bitch, or else you might summon the ghouls.” He let go of you and faster than any of you saw, the next thing he ripped out of the unfortunate woman was her throat. You will never forget the scene. Even years later this night will come to haunt you.

With her remaining hand, the woman held the gaping hole in her neck where jagged wisps of flesh still held on like chicken skin. She was in shock, as were all of you. Surprisingly, she wasn’t instantly dead. For several seconds, she remained standing while blood shot out in pulsing squirts. All too soon, it was like someone turned on the faucet at full blast. Her forcibly severed carotids exsanguinated, multiple ropes of blood exploded out of her throat for only another couple seconds until she collapsed on the ground with a gut-wrenching gargle as her life essence continued to empty from her vessels in powerful jets.

The thick pool spread beneath her rapidly. It sprayed everywhere. It painted your face and filled your mouth with copper as you looked on in horror. It dumped into her open windpipe and she drowned at the same time as she hemorrhaged. The gargling was the same…as that time. You remembered now. Not long ago, you witnessed someone else drowning in their own blood beneath a monster of lore.

This monster revelled in the pandemonium and smacked his lips. “AB+ is my favourite blood type, did you know that? Much more flavour.” You weren’t sure if he was asking you.

Already drenched from head-to-toe, her girlfriend wailed with a hand pressed to her mouth. “AHHHHHH!!!!”

“Gah, shut up, will you? She’ll be back soon enough and you can join her.” The vampire bore a sadistic smile framed by wicked teeth. He thoroughly relished killing some helpless woman.

No…

He spun around to face the second woman who remained bolted in place staring at her now-dead lover twitching on the ground. He strutted towards her.

You had to leave. Closing your eyes in guilt briefly, you knew you had to go now. There was nothing you could do to save the other woman, if you could even help yourself. When your eyes opened a mere moment later, she was already dead. Her mangled body hit the ground with a thud. Too fast. You couldn’t keep up with the pace of everything that was happening. One foot inched backward, then your other foot followed the first.

“You still aren’t interested in sharing a drink with me, love? They weren’t my type, but you are. I’ll be nice to you, I promise.” His voice travelled and reached your ears. What a twisted joke.

With a breathless wheeze, you rushed from the nightmare in front of you. All you ever did was run, but you knew there was no way you were getting away this time. Tears of desperation fell down your cheeks.

Golden lights streaked by in the periphery of your vision in a blur. There was no comfort in the beauty of the Thames. London was your home, but for all its old-world elegance, it was as callous and uncaring of its inhabitants as the river this city depended upon. This city will offer you no aid. No, two people just died trying to help, but what can anyone do in this situation?

From beneath your consciousness it bubbled up –a flash of the floating sensation on a night you fell asleep to a familiar purr while warm golden orange orbs kept vigil as you faded away. Your eyes widened in recognition. It was too late now to do anything with the truth.

I'm scared…Alucard…

"Smells like a terrified bitch." He already caught up and took a deep whiff of the air. Red eyes regarded you with a sinister gleam while you sobbed. You stared at the monster with frantic, despairing eyes, wondering how exactly you will be meeting your end. “That’s an excellent expression!” The vampire snickered as he cracked a knuckle.

You twisted around him and kept going back the way you came from. He chuckled, wearing a demented expression baring two rows of spiked teeth. This was too much like old times. You never escaped Alucard until he decided to allow you to leave. There is no reason this will be any different, but you will try until your body gives out.

Two figures stumbled towards you up ahead. You wanted to warn them to run too, that they were in mortal danger, but the breath wasn’t available.

They were wearing the same clothing as the two women earlier. They were the two women earlier. One was missing an arm and her throat, the other’s head was split open, dripping brain matter on the ground. Her chest cavity gaped through dismantled ribs.

What in the world was going on?!

You heaved with over-exertion and managed to skid to a stop well before you ran into them. Zombies. You were literally looking at the walking dead. Somehow, the vampire did this?!

You were so stupid. Why did you come back this way? Even if the two ladies stayed down, there was still the one chasing you from before. Three zombies blocked the way up ahead while you were trapped down by the river with no way back up its bank without access to the stairs.

You whipped around at the guffawing murderer. There were now dozens of undead behind him. They hobbled around in an identical manner as the ones you met previously, with arms out, their corpses at various stages of decomposition. You were surrounded by a whole den of zombies.

As if you were just going to give yourself over to your fate.

You panted as your eyes darted about. The creatures closed the last gap in the circle around you. Tears turned your vision into a blurry mirage. There was nowhere left to go, but even if you were brutalized and died screaming, even if you didn't know how to fight, you were going to resist them, no matter how useless it was.

“Did you know that power is both a blessing and a curse? I can do stuff like this now,” he decapitated one of his undead companions and you flinched. “Yet the ladies never seem to favour me until they are my pets.”

He studied the blood trickling down his fingers, pressing his thumb and middle digit together before pulling them apart. He bursted out in laughter. “I’ll be very good to you when you become my pet, even if you’re an unappreciative whore.”

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The surroundings exploded and you squealed in fright. It was suddenly bedlam. The menacing figure draped in crimson stood with his back to you. A massive firearm pointed out to his side and he snarled, the tails of his coat rippling as if they were immaterial tassels. You knew him immediately.

Alucard!

The clash evolved into a symphony of horror. It was almost like you were in a shooter game with him, except he never missed. One after the other, zombie heads became popping balloons, spilling more gore in a splatter of blood and brains. Each shot exploded and left a hollow in the stone wall behind the felled zombie. After the heads were gone, he shot the corpses more for good measure. Arms, legs, bodies, nothing was spared. But he never missed the mark.

You were deaf from the gunshots. As your ears rang, all you saw was the butchery of Alucard unleashed for the first time. He spun and his guns went pointing in every direction. He was a tempest, the eye in a storm of flying iron and carnage. It seemed like even those monsters couldn’t react in time. Bodies fell at his feet in pieces. The squelching sounded like when you blended your minced meats with spice and seasoning by hand. He cackled again with glee, a glint of madness in the glimpse you caught of his visage.

He resembled the time you were reunited after you moved to this part of London. His demeanor screamed of bloodlust. This was a massacre.

You flinched and covered your head when a shot found its mark closer to you and pieces of a crumbling wall scattered nearby. Forked shadow tendrils formed a barrier encircling you that pulsed with dense, arcane power. Nothing got past it. Not zombies, bullets, nor fragmented stone.

“A sorry excuse for a vampire. What will you do now that your ghouls are dead and your weapons empty?” That was Alucard? His voice was guttural and nearly unrecognizable.

“W-what are you? You m-monster!” The other vampire sounded miserable.

“That is correct,” You heard the smile in Alucard’s voice. “I’m a monster. Where are your familiars? Turn into bats or mist! Fight me like a real vampire!" He boomed.

…"Tch. Pathetic. You do not even know what you are."

Too bad Alucard’s shadow didn’t shield you from sound. Your ears weren’t working properly. The buzz was getting louder and it was difficult to hear anything else despite straining. That might as well have been a watermelon crunching. Your eyes fell shut.

-------------------- Alucard saw red. The scent of blood suddenly blossomed in the air earlier. It was miles away, but it was so pungent and strong, the odour travelled far. He rushed to investigate the occurrence, only to discover the unmistakable stench of ghouls and a lone vampire that was ubiquitous in this area once he was close enough. And then he caught the overwhelming scent of your fear. He hoped he’d make it.

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He was on one knee in front of you with his head bowed when you braved peeking out again. Something was squashed under his hand, which took a moment to work out what it was. It was what was left of that vampire’s detached head, flattened into paste on the ground with splinters of skull coming through around a mush of brain. The rest of the body convulsed off to the side before he shot it without needing to look. Right in the heart.

You winced at the bang as bile came up and filled your mouth. You retched up the remains of a half-digested meal of ramen and broth. The festering flesh and your puke, as well as the thick metallic flavour, breached your nose. It stank like putrefying meat soaked in foul blood that should be crawling with maggots. You threw up again.

The dead vampire’s blood seeped through the cracks in the pavement and trickled towards you, causing you to crawl back against a tree and gaze around. Everywhere you looked, body parts were strewn about. Who even knew which leg belonged to which body. There were no longer identifiable heads, only viscous pools of liquefied matter that oozed from the source body stumps. Some of that stuff dribbled from the leaves of an ash tree.

A wretched whine you didn’t recognize as your own crept from your throat and you hurled yet again. Your hand landed in the puddle of vomit as you bent over for your stomach to turn itself inside out.

You lifted a tearful gaze. Through midnight bangs, a pair of blood-red eyes watched you with an unworldly blaze. You whimpered.

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Aggression and the thirst for more violence thrummed through his undead veins, but there was unfortunately no one left to take it out on. The feeling of possessiveness left him berserk. How dare anyone else touch you. How dare anyone frighten you. How dare anyone threaten you.

Your distress saturated the air. He scented the other vampire on you and growled low.

He was this close to letting you get hurt. This close to losing you. The vampire king reached for you.

“!!!” You gasped in terror and pressed against the stone wall at the craze and blood thirst in his eyes, the breathy intake morphing into a fearful squeak at the sight of organic matter dripping from the hand that approached.

The tang of your fear tainted the air even more heavily, so thick it could probably be cut with a knife. Alucard recoiled as if you struck him.

"You are afraid of me?" He whispered, drawing back from the discovery.

He came back to himself and realized how he must appear to you. Like a bloody murderous monster dripping in the viscera of his foe. It took all his control, but he calmed himself. Irises swirled from raging crimson into a familiar orangey-gold.

Alucard was confused, he gleaned no pleasure from your terror. He strangely found he didn't want it anymore as he took in the sight of you cowering from him with your limbs drawn up tightly against your body. Even your small sandaled toes curled away from him.

He said your name softly. No response. “Little one?”

Your lips pressed together and you clenched your eyes, shrinking further from him.

Alucard had been away from London for several weeks on a mission for his master Integra, which culminated in an assignment out-of-country. He almost didn’t make it back in time to rescue you from the ghouls and vampire.

"I will not harm you little one. That has not changed."

You stayed huddled against the wall in the fetal position, your gaze distant as you stared blankly at the soaked ground. Alucard couldn’t pick out any coherent thoughts from your head right now, only the unadulterated fear that was absolute and all-encompassing.

You couldn’t move or object as he bent down to pick you from the ground, taking care to cradle you in a comfortable position. He took off for your home.

-------------------- Alucard arrived on your balcony. Both of you were soiled and covered in filth, yet the balcony was no place to remain. He quickly considered his options before opening the latch with a thought and floated to the bathroom. He sat in the wide shower stall with you nestled into his chest.

…He was to report on the incident tonight as soon as possible, however…he watched your stiff posture and lack of expression. Alucard flipped open his phone and placed a call to Hellsing before putting it away after giving a concise report.

“Nest of ghouls and a vampire by Tower Bridge. Targets eliminated.” He hung up before the unfortunate sap who would relay his message to Integra could say a word.

He took another look at you and sighed. He detected no spilled blood of your own on your clothes, which was encouraging. He however didn’t know how to mend your other scars, besides wiping your memory clean again. It probably wasn’t something he should do repeatedly, especially with how traumatic this experience was. But if it will spare you this hell…

Your gaze tentatively crept up to his. Your pupils were fully dilated, your eyes so wide the whites were showing around the irises. The stench of fear permeated the air all over again and you made a tiny, shrill whine. You started quivering, then all at once, you collapsed into his arms, choking on your cries with your fingers tangled in his suit.

You were completely beside yourself in shock. Air came to you in lurching breaths you couldn’t control. Alucard remained still while you came apart, unsure of how to comfort you without utilizing his supernatural abilities.

“Ahhhhh…” You moaned softly, piteously. And still you sobbed, sending wave upon wave of your confusion and panic to wash over the vampire king’s senses. His hand drifted up with hesitation. It hung in the air behind you.

Again you looked up at him frantically, desperately beseeching him for something. Your fists tightened in his lapels. The tears dripped non-stop, leaving clear tracks over your blood-stained face.

“Ahhhh…” Your voice was so small. You were small sitting there helplessly in his lap. Your face landed in his chest, smearing putrid filth over yourself, but you were uncaring of your state of cleanliness. Your hands shook as they gripped their anchor with need. You were safe now, you somehow knew this, but everything that happened was too much to bear. You couldn’t just get over what transpired tonight. You needed…

A cool, bare hand landed lightly around the back of your head, bringing you back to the reality that you were alive. Another arm draped over your shoulders gingerly.

Your loose limbs spasmed against a solid frame that surrounded you. It remained steady no matter how much you quaked. Its sturdiness became the only thing that was definitive, the only thing you were certain you could depend on to hold you up and not harm you.

You held on tightly to your lifeline.

-------------------- It felt wrong to touch you with his soiled hands even though both of you were stained from top to bottom. He figured it wouldn't make a difference, but he removed his bloodied gloves before making contact with you.

Then he sat with you for hours until your tears stopped. Eventually the sharp draws of air evened out as well and you were able to form words once more.

"Oh God, what did I see tonight?"

"It's no use praying to God, my Dear, He will not offer salvation. But I will do what I can for you," Alucard muttered, feeling subdued now that your cries finally died down.

“What were those things?” You whispered.

“...The things that chased you were ghouls, the undead spawn of the lone vampire who set his sights on you.” He was hesitant to tell you much more. You were a creature of the day, a daughter of sunlight, and wholly unsuited for the violent way of life at Hellsing.

After tonight, you felt you shouldn’t even be surprised anymore at finding out that not only vampires, but other damned creatures of fable also existed. The obvious question of whether Alucard can create ghouls as well didn’t cross your mind.

“Are they common? Ghouls and vampires?”

How much should he tell you? His lips flattened. After your admirable show of strength tonight, where despite the hopelessness of your hellish situation, you remained steadfast and never gave yourself up…he supposed you deserved some answers.

“You will not encounter them every night, but they are more common than you assume. Lately they have been more numerous than in past times, but they have been exterminated from your old neighbourhood.”

The night is dark and full of terror.

Understanding unravelled over the course of this night like the queen of the night’s bud in bloom. Your prior encounters with this vampire were not as random as they had seemed. Everything suddenly made sense.

“You said you were employed…what do you do?” The silence stretched out, but you had to hear it for yourself.

Molten pools of lava flashed. “I hunt vampires and ghouls.”

Everything now made sense, but the revelation that dawned tonight still shocked you, especially after what had passed. You studied his face curiously, your voice now hoarse… “All this time…you were protecting me from the shadows?”

“...” The liquid pools continued to twirl lazily as this vampire studied you quietly.

"Alucard, I-"

You were quaking again. You threw your arms around him and buried your face in his chest in relief. In spite of everything he did to you, by some miraculous stroke of luck tonight, you were alive, all thanks to Alucard. “Thank you,” you told him with heartfelt sincerity.

His eyes narrowed. The Nosferatu was not an altruistic being. Your gratitude was undeserved. You were right –he was selfish. You told him clearly that you wished for no further involvement with him, yet he didn't want to stay away.

He had dedicated abundant time to patrolling your former neighbourhood. Ghouls and lesser vampires were non-existent these days in your old area as a result of his efforts. After your move to the other side of London, Alucard had to make nightly hunting trips to pave the way for your safety.

He visited you on multiple occasions. One recent night, he had to dispose of a ghoul and vampire that stalked you. As he stood on your balcony to check on you after the fact, you tried fruitlessly to sleep, your fear so biting, he could taste it outside from the balcony.

Somehow it was wrong to him. He enjoyed your fear for the better part of the year, but for you to fear for your life when nasty ghouls and lesser vampires hunted you, it wasn’t the same as when he did it.

He growled, the unpleasant sense of having his territory encroached on pervaded. No one else was permitted to make you feel that way. He worried about what would have happened to you if he hadn’t arrived when he did tonight. It was why he dedicated so much time to following you home these last months.

Alucard shifted to move you from his lap, but you tightened your grip on his back. "No! Don't go!” Your words surprised you. “...Please don’t leave me alone tonight."

The vampire was tense. His first instinct was to remove himself, to self-extricate from this baffling experience. Instead, he tentatively wrapped an arm around your side while you eased back into his chest. He was confused from the mixture of your emotions roiling through his sinuses. You felt good in his arms, and he was somewhat pleased with you seeking comfort from him, but you remained frightened. After the battle, he was disoriented to find he still no longer relished your fear.

He put another hand behind your head to massage your scalp gently. This felt right. For the first time ever in memory, you trusted him. How strange it was to be needed by another person for something that didn’t involve putting a bullet in someone's head. Such an alien experience.

Time passed late into the night.

Eventually, you sat up in his lap with your body away from his as you stared at each other. The showerhead let loose a drop of water from its nozzle.

Drip.

Alucard backed you against the wall and bent down to claim your lips, to make sure for himself you were unharmed and safe with him. You must have been entranced too. Or possessed, whatever. But your initial instinct wasn’t to flee from this vampire.

Your vision landed on the specks of gore marring his attractive face. Sharp fangs peeked out from behind smooth lips. An image of that twisted monster who promised to do horrid things to you reappeared. He too had dagger-like canines like Alucard’s.

Before your lips met, your eyes widened and your breath hitched, and finally, you shied away from him. He let you go, brushing off the tinge of disappointment.

Much had happened tonight.

He may be a trigger-happy killer, but he can be a patient beast too.

~To be Continued~

Next Chapter: The Currency of the Soul

Notes: Yes this whole time in Alucard’s mind, his creepy stalking was just his way of protecting us from the other night critters he hunted during your rendezvous. He was just having some 'fun' with us while doing so.

He may still believe that what he's feeling is a mixture of obsession and possessiveness, but it's been more than that for awhile.

Now that some "misunderstandings" between us are cleared up and he's in better standing with us, the relationship with our favourite No Life King will escalate! I'm quite excited about the next few chapters!

The queen of the night is a cactus that blooms nocturnally for only one night. The flower is huge and very fragrant. It’s most commonly white and hence also called the “moonflower.” Because of its short flowering time, it is seen as a gentle reminder to cherish the important things in life because they may not last until tomorrow. In some cultures, getting to see this rare flower bloom is very lucky and considered a sacred experience. The queen of the night attracts pollinators such as bats and produces dragon fruit.

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Suicide Squad quotes based on the Blood Beetle and Ikati Bleak au

Marc: Huh? What was that? I should kill everyone and escape?… Sorry. The voices. *chuckles* I'm kidding! Jeez! That's not what they really said.

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Mme. Bustier: Before he ran off and joined the circus, he was Le Chein Kim. A promising athlete at Francoise DuPont. He was tutored by the demon cat himself.

Max: Kim, you know, I live for these moments with you. What do you got for me?

Kim: I raised my algebra grade up to a B. All thanks to you.

Max: *Smirks* How nice.

Mme. Bustier: He thought he was getting help, but he was falling in love.

Max: You know… There’s something I’d like for you to do for me, Kim.

Kim: Anything. I mean, yeah.

Max: I need a machine gun

Kim: … A machine gun?

Mme. Bustier: Talk about a teenage romance gone wrong.

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Marinette: *To Rose* Love your perfume. What is that? The stench of death?

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*Lacey smashes a window open with their bat*

Mme. Mendeleiev: Seriously? The hell's wrong with you people?!

Lacey: *takes a purse* We're bad guys. It's what we do.

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Blood Beetle: You disobey us, you die.

*Ivan snarls*

Blood Beetle: You try to run, you die. You otherwise irritate or vex me... and guess what? You die.

Sabrina: I'm known to be quite vexing. I'm just forewarning you.

Blood Beetle: Lady, shut up!

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Mme. Bustier: And that was just the beginning.

*Emperor and Prince Pain drive crazily through Paris when police start to follow*

Prince Pain: Come on, baby. Do it! *Emperor presses down further on the gas pedal*

Emperor: *Notices the police in the side mirrors* Oh. We have got company.

Mme. Bustier: He’s crazier than him. And more fearless.

*An officer shoots at the car*

Prince Pain: Stupid cops, you're ruining date night! *He throws his fan at the wheels, making them pop and causing the car to swerve off of the road*

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Ivan: You might wanna work on your team motivation thing. You heard of Phil Jackson?

M. Monlataing: Yeah.

Ivan: He's like the gold standard, okay? Triangle, bitch. Study.

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M. Monlataing: Stay back. If he moves, fire him up, all right? *Opens the door to Marc’s personal cell/dorm, where he’s hanging upside down from the bars* You gonna come down from there, or what?

*Marc giggles and swings down to the floor*

M. Monlataing: You know the rules, Marc. You gotta keep off of these bars.

Marc: What, these bars?

M. Monlataing: Yes, those bars.

*Marc chews on one of the bars*

M. Monlataing: Oh, my God. You are really in bad shape upstairs, kid.

Marc: Gonna come in here and tell me that? Or are you too scared, teacher? Come on, I'm bored. Gonna send me someone to play with.

M. Monlataing: You put five teachers and guards in the hospital, kid. You’re not playing with anyone. You sleep on the floor, in your bed.

Marc: … Nah.

—

Simon: Hey, everyone can see all this trippy magic stuff, right?

Reshma: Yeah. Why?

Jean: I'm off my meds

—

Juleka: People like us, we don't get normal!

Nino: Why is it always a knife fight every single time you open your mouth? You know, outside you're amazing. But inside, you're ugly.

Juleka: We all are. We all are! Except for him. *looks at Ivan* He's ugly on the outside, too.

Ivan: Not me. I'm beautiful.

Myléne: Yeah, you are.

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Aurore: You hate mankind much? Let me guess. Mommy didn't take you to Chuck E. Cheese on your sixth birthday. I can recommend a good therapist.

Ismael: Why?

Aurore: Because I'm bored! I need a victim, a mind to pry apart and spit in.

Ismael: *Pats Jean on the shoulder* Just leave it, mate. She's a rabbit hole. Don't fall in.

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Ivan: All right. Now you know what you're buying. Let me tell you the price. First, I want out of here. Second, I want full custody of my sister. All right? And mom and dad can have, like, supervised visits. But mom’s jackass brother can't come. Pavlo can't come.

Mme. Bustier: Pavlo’s out.

Ivan: He's out. Third, you’re gonna pay for my sister’s whole education. Best schools. And then I want her to go to college. Like Harvard. Or Yale.

Mme. Bustier: So Ivy League.

Ivan: Ivy League, yeah. One them big joints, you know?

Mme. Bustier: Mmm-hmm.

Ivan: And, uh, if she can't cut it and her grades start slipping, I need you to white-people that thing.

Mme. Bustier: Mmm-hmm.

Ivan: You know how we do.

Mme. Bustier: Oh, yeah.

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Marinette: Anybody who touches me is dead. Anybody who to... *Gets injected* AAAAHH! Lady! Hey! Nurse, or whatever you are!

Technician: Injection successful.

Marimettte: Hey. Miss? What was that?

Technician 2: Location verified. Next!

Marinette: Oh, you fucker!

—

Mme. Mendeleiev: Any other requests?

Cosette: Oh! An espresso machine.

Jean: B-E-T!

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Simon: *To the teachers* One day, somehow, some way, I'm gonna get out of here. And I'm gonna rain down on all of you like the Holy Ghost.

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Emperor: Would you die for me?

Marc: Yes.

Emperor: That's too easy. Would you live for me?

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb au #suicide squad #shadybug and claw noir #scarlet beetle & ikati black #incorrect quotes #mlb incorrect quotes

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This is unedited, so please be kind... but for those who have read Born of Starlight ... Do you think I should add this? I've been going back and forth on it for a bit. Out of context to what happened before it, I know it looks really bad, but for those of you who read those chapters... does this seem like a disproportionate response to that event?

For those who haven't read the whole novel and want to know just what precipitated this, here are the two chapters in question:

Chapter 32: Demonic Backlash

Chapter 33: A Protective Heart

This scene would immediately follow events of Chapter 33...

Winscott home, Knightsbridge, London -- 3 Hours Later

The shadows were a familiar friend, especially in his current form. Even if the Winscott house had security, none of it would register his arrival or leaving, and unless the Winscott parents were in the habit of monitoring their child's room, no one would be the wiser he was ever there. Except Jeremy, who he was determined to frighten some manners into, even if it was too late for an apology, or forgiveness.

Hellfire burned through his vision, fueled by a rage he seldom felt toward humans, and had never before felt toward a child. He'd never been into hurting kids, but he'd never dealt with a kid who crossed a line he couldn't forgive, before.

Jeremy Winscott had. He'd harmed something sacred to Crowley -- his family.

A low, menacing hiss left the demon currently in the serpentine form he hadn't actively used in thousands of years. According to Jemmy -- who was still too innocent to comprehend all the ways in which what happened was wrong, let alone lie about them -- this boy had not only insulted Aziraphale in ways neither Jemmy nor Crowley could bring themselves to tell the angel, and upset Jemmy in the process, but the little bastard had dared to lay his hands on Jemmy in abusive ways. Had left the bruised mark of his hand around the fair skin of her wrist.

If there was one kind of being -- human or otherwise -- Crowley couldn't tolerate, it was a bully. And if there was one sin any being in Creation could commit in his eyes, it was to harm those he loved.

Slithering his way in through the nearest open window, then carefully through the quiet, night-draped house, he scented his way to the correct room, tasting the air for the same subtle stench of blossoming evil he'd caught the scent of as he passed the boy in the school office, that day.

If he didn't teach this boy some manners now, Hell'd definitely be getting him later on. Crowley consoled himself his angel couldn't be too mad at him if his actions kept a soul from damning itself, right?

Didn't really matter. The boy earned this visit, and Crowley was going to be sure he got what he was due.

Just in front of the door, he shed his serpentine form, but kept the head for good measure. Always helpful for scaring humans, and this way the kid couldn't identify him, since they'd met before.

Hand on the door handle, he opened the door soundlessly into the room, and approached the bed where Jeremy lay sleeping. The injustice of it -- that Jemmy was currently having nightmares and tormented out of her sleep, while the cause of her nightmares slept as if he hadn't a care in the world -- flared inside Crowley, setting loose a hissing rattle as he reached down, let his taloned hands snag the bedcovers, and yanked them away with a roughly hissed, "Jeremy Winssscott. Wake. The. Fuck. Up."

The boy's eyes popped open, and his mouth opened as if he meant to scream. Crowley flashed his hand, talons gleaming, in front of the boy's face.

"Ssscream, and I'll end you right now," he hissed, and watched the boy's eyes widen in terror as he swallowed and nodded. Crowley wouldn't, of course. He hadn't come here with any intent to cause actual harm -- well, not physical, anyway.

Closing one taloned fist in the material of the t-shirt the boy wore, Crowley hauled him up from the bed until he was sure the boy could see the hellfire flickering in his eyes. "You've been hurting people, Jeremy. You hurt ssssomeone very clossse to me. I could kill you for that."

The boy swallowed hard, and the stench of warm piss filled the air. "A-a-are y-you g-g-going to?"

Crowley smirked to himself. Yeah, he was getting through to this kid. Though, based on the flash of panic in the kid's eyes, right now, his smirk probably looked a whole lot scarier with a serpentine face. He shrugged and let the boy go. "Not tonight. You're goin'ta make thisss right. Sssstarting right now, you're goin'ta ssstop being a bully, and ssstart helping people inssstead. And you're goin'ta apologisssse to everyone you've said mean thingsss to or touched without their permisssssion. Got it?"

The boy's head bobbed in a hurried nod. "Y-yeah."

"Good. If I hear you've hurt anyone or ssstarted bein' a bully again, I'll come back, and next time..." Crowley grinned maliciously, aware it had to look like pure Hell, and wiggled his taloned fingers at the boy in what no doubt must look threatening to a human. Then, for dramatic effect, Crowley willed himself right back to full serpent form and slithered right back the way he came, careful to stick to the shadows as Jeremy started screaming in truth, waking the rest of the house.

Out the window, across the garden, and out on the street again, Crowley reverted to human shape and, popping the one item he couldn't miracle in or out -- and didn't go anywhere without -- from the skin pockets created by his serpentine jaw, he slid his wedding band back on and headed for where the Bentley was parked at the end of the road.

Hopefully, by the time he got home, Aziraphale would have managed to get Jemmy back to sleep. If anyone could do it, his angel could. Crowley didn't have faith in much, but he had faith in his angel.

That was enough for him.

#good omens #good omens fandom #crowley #fanfic #ineffable parents #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #azicrow #aziracrow #good omens fanfiction #gomens #gomens fanfic #go fanfic

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rasshu-benaio · 10 months

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Shark Bait (18+ Innuendo/ MDNI)

(Gyutaro X Rasshu Content / Forgotten Mermay Content sry yall / implied segg / or implied death/ both characters are above 20)

Its nighttime as the hazy moonlight shines down on the vast ocean down below. Like a bullet, a shark-like mermaid swims with purpose as she chases a small demonic mutation. This shark was a fabled huntress named Rasshu! She had a mission to finish as she caught up with the weak mutation, killing it with a single gash to the neck! Feeling the small demon’s body struggle in her jaws, she crunches down on its neck decapitating the enemy as recently, this “thing” got caught eating a mermaid near by…

The shark like woman swam in place as she looked at her wounds, her almond skin was bruised and cut as her blood wafted in the waters… she was tired after such a long chase that she didn’t seem to think about were she even was. Looking around the area, she saw nothing but bleached corals, thick weeds, and sharp rocks… no one was here and it gave she the shakes as she swam back from where she came. Unfortunately, she couldn’t recognize her area and with her blood seeping out more, she was getting weaker and colder by the second. Searching for civilization, the rough looking mermaid swam until the moonlight phased out from the heavy cloud up above… giving “him” a chance to pounce.

Rasshu looked up at the ocean sky as she waited fir the moonlight to show itself once again but then a sharp pain pricked her tail! Jolting upwards, she looked down with a harsh gaze as all she saw was groggy seaweed and dead coral around her, did she accidentally brush up against a broken piece? Carefully swimming towards the coral to inspect it, a plethora of thick tendrils shot out towards her , inwrapping her body as a scary sight crawled out from the dense coral reef; a fully grown demonic mutation!

The mutated merman eerily crawled from his hiding spot with a wide grin that poked at the sides of his face! His skin was rough and his body was malnourished beyond repair as he slowly dragged a finger across Rasshu’s smooth shark tail. This mutation was an octopus merman but his touch was somehow dry and frictional as his contorting tentacles grazed the woman’s body like sand paper! Looking into this thing’s eyes, this warrior knew who this was; he was the 6th strongest mutation that had a knack for preying on pretty weak merfolk, Gyutaro Shabana… After losing his little sister to a horrific accident, he gave up on life in his mid twenties to cause the same anguish he experienced so long ago.

Gyutaro grinned as he looked at such a rare catch! He never had the opportunity to eat a darker merfolk as they were quite rare in these frigid waters. He licked his lips as a hint of Rasshu’s blood flowed around his nose… The mermaid angrily growled as she put on a brave tone.

Rasshu: … You… You’re Gyutaro Shabana… the most illusive of the top mutations. you’re as ugly as the legends say huh… how sad.

Gyutaro: Look at you, talkn all big before your death? Aren’t ya scared of me? You know you are…

Rasshu, cockily: Scared? SCARED? The only thing Im scared of is your god awful stench sweets!…

Gyutaro: …you’re a fun one aren’t you… Mother said to never play with your food but too bad i don’t give a shit bout er… I know what! why don’t we have a bit of fun before i enjoy such a small and puny snack!

Her eyes narrow at his illusive threat, gurgling up a raspy laugh as he dragged the feisty shark down into his lonesome cave. He had seem to have a wonderful idea for this little brat of a warrior-

(•c•) hmm yea… thats as far as we go~ you can make the rest up; she got eated or she got fuckeded… either way, Rasshu is canonically into both because shes has a masochist thing going on! P.S. the ending would consensual if she doesnt get eaten but i reaaaly dont wann write smit cuz im bad at it I KNOW I AM)

#gyutaro x oc #gyutaro #gyutaro x rasshu short #gyutaro x rasshu #kny #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny au #rasshu #rasshu benaio #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro art #mermay #is this nsfw?#yeah idk #tumblr aint my strong suit #so go crazy ig #if i get cancelled for this soft core shit ima eat every one #naughty naughty

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@fearsnosun - ❝ what is this fighting all about ? ❞

Damn rich bastards. A set of drunkards that stumbled in as customers and had the gall to gawk and ogle Daki while she was working. Which was typical, but these dimwits went a whole different step further while ruining her gorgeous new kimono.

So.. he took care of them. Let them wander off into the Red Light District until they were in the alleys, then he struck. He wouldn't even give these bastards the honor of being a meal for him. They weren't worth it, disgusting.. Disgraces!

Then, someones voice picked up. Shit-

He was gonna have to kill a third person tonight eh? No witnesses, mean murders and shit happened in this place every damn night of every damn day, what'd matter if...

Wait a second.

He stared at the half-pint that had so brazenly approached. That isn't a human, his eyes narrowed.. bright yellow eyes that read 'Upper Six', scanning over this other. Another demon, no doubt about it, the stench was all too recognizable. But it wasn't one he recognized. Especially since most stayed way the hell away from this district.

Confusion was the first look on his face, the long and awkward pause that followed was all too palpable.

Were they lured in but the fresh kill? Mean he wasn't going to eat them. The corpses reeked of booze which already made his gut turn, and he only saw them as trash for how they ruined his sisters kimono.

Then again, vultures were good at picking off what the predator didn't want. Maybe that was the case.

"Eehhhh? Nah.. Just some stupid humans. Who are you? You want em? I don't give a shit, I killed em' for fun, and revenge. But that shit isn't important." He grumbled, turning away from the small demon. They were tiny, didn't look strong, not a threat so he didn't care.

Still...

He looked over his shoulder, hunched as he normally was.

"Waaaaiiittt.. how long you been here for? You better not be looking to take our turf here, this place belongs to Upper Six, you got that? Me and my sister, you got it!" He bared a row of all too straight, sharp teeth at the demon. A smile, but it was anything but friendly. Malicious, to back up the threat.

A threat was usually enough to scare off lessers once they heard he was of Muzan-sama's upper ranks.

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PROMPT 004 ! way of night

Brody Dougal met Nyx in Norway… and he believed she was a fever dream for months. In his place, Jesse might have believed the same.

OLYMPUS

Even before this, even before being forced into standing in front of the gods and asking for their attention Jay had tried commune with his mother. How does one talk with the night? Cold and silent as ever, marble distance as real as it had ever been. And now here he is, face to face again, questions burning into his mind, frustration welling up and memories flooding, surging. Dark, cold, night...

NORWAY

Fingers grasping, cold sweat dripping down his face, whimpers of a child in a nightmare. Shadows chasing, running, footsteps in the snow. His father's voice, grave and serious, questioning. Screams.

Jesse was afraid of the dark.

It was always dark.

SCOTLAND

Where did you meet her? He asked, away from the prying ears and the cold eyes of his stepmother. His father's glasses heavy on his nose, dust collected on the lenses, wiped away on his shirt as he frowned. Norway. He said, she saved me.

Why did she never come for me? Why doesn't she save me?

He never got an answer.

OLYMPUS

Quiet as ever, mysterious and obscure. Is he like her at all? Or are the monstrous siblings of myth more to her image? The nightmares, the demons, madness, the Keres... Does she care at all?

I am here, mother. He tells her.

He should kneel, it is proper to, isn't it? Gods would expect that. They expect a lot from their children, he's learning.

He doesn't kneel.

At night, in the lake. By the woods. In his cabin. The night is alive, it whispers, it calls to him, just like it used to.

Is that you, mother? Are you calling me?

He doesn't get an answer. Does he ever? Will he ever?

Don't suppose you'd be the talkative type. Don't know who I got my charm from.

Joking is easy, almost as easy as walking away would be. He looks around, shakes his head. He must be insane, talking to a goddess who doesn't seem to listen. Finally just as insane as everyone else, huh Jesse? He sits down in the ground.

I am here, mother. He says again, mind drifting to the cold waters of the lake, to the clear skies, the the purest nights in Olympus. To Iceland.

ICELAND

he's scared of the dark. Brody whispers behind the walls of their bedroom, he's just a wee yin.

His father met his new wife in Iceland. The heir to the company he worked so intently for. She never liked the kid he brought into the marriage.

Jesse Dougal was afraid of the dark. There were voices there. Faces.

They called to him.

He was so scared of them. He kept the lights on. He watched the shadows as they grew quietly and hid under the covers. Waiting, waiting, always waiting for something. Always afraid.

Where did that boy go? When did he stop fearing shadows?

When did he start chasing the dark?

SCOTLAND

The night was young, and the night was filled with drinks and laughter and smiles. His smile. The night was comforting, the night was starry. The dark was home.

The day was headaches and an upset stomach, it was black coffee, it was bright classrooms in Oxford, it was fake smiles and dishonesty. It was expensive perfume hiding the stench underneath. The morning was for oversleeping and regret, it was too bright, too loud, too much. He was a creature of night, and there was nothing more liberating than admitting that.

That first night, that first kiss in the dark. The brush of an unkempt beard, the gasp of surprise turned pleasure, the growing want and need for more. Were there ever monsters in the dark or was he just told so?

When did it start? When did he learn?

ICELAND

Scandal. Money. Sharp smiles and sharper claws. Her perfume was like poison, her sharp features like knives. He was an unfortunate wrinkle in her carefully laid out existence. He felt sorry once, not anymore.

His disdain for wealth had a strong start. The balls, the charities, the arm around him. My stepson! Never a nuisance in public but not be seen in any of the countless rooms of her estate.

Why did you marry her? Why didn't you stay with mom? He would ask.

you don't understand, J. Jay never did understand. It was never explained either.

ENGLAND

Oxford was hell, it was pressure and expectation. It was limitless egos and generational wealth that left his stomach in knots. She would fit right in. At least he used none of her money for it, even if he'd need to sell his soul to pay it all someday.

He hated it there, hated the classes, the professors, the students. Hated the smiles and snickers, the polite dressing downs, the coldness. There were so very few bright moments, so very few silver linings.

He met him at the pub, in the dark. The smile, the accent, the skin glowing in the moonlight at midnight. He kissed like he needed it to live. He made Jay feel he needed him to live.

So of course, he screwed that up.

OLYMPUS

Focus. He tells himself, breathe. In, out. Don't think of him.

Think of the dark, think of your mother. What would the night want?

SCOTLAND

He was alone, cut ties after Oxford, after the secrets were out of the dark and she could no longer turn a blind eye. It was worth it. There were pictures of him out there somewhere, arm around the man he loved at some stuffy company event. His father hadn't said a word.

Scotland was home. He decided. Edinburgh were he was meant to be, its dark never more comforting. They were happy... right?

He was at peace, for once.

If he had listened in, he might have been able to hear the voices...

the

dark

NORWAY

Voices, sounds far away, the snapping of branches, snow falling. Sweat, dripping down his skin. Breathe loud in his ears, heart racing in his little chest. Eyes, snapping open.

A gasp.

The woods... why was he in the woods? How had he fallen out of bed and into his nightmare?

Tears, running scared. The dark, so dark. He fell, scrapped knees and sobs, the voices silent. Too silent. Where had they gone.

His father had been lost once, hadn't he? He had said so, had said his mother saved him. Was she going to save Jesse too? Was she going to be there, finally, at last! Had she come for him?

Mom! mom! I'm here.

He waited, peering at the dark, between the trees, moonlight barely iluminating the clearing around him. There he stood, listening in but no one came. No one to help, not even the voices that scared him so much. Everything was quiet for a second.

The tears came back. Sobs as he crawled, almost blindly through the forest ground. Guided only by instinct, leaving footsteps in frozen ground. Face turning, snow wetting him through his clothes. Fear and cold, gripping at him, squeezing him from within. Was he going to die here?

He only felt the pain when he raised his hand, blood falling down onto the white snow, painting ground and skin and cloth red, distracting him even from the light approaching.

In the ground, pointed edge stuck out from the snow, with red blood seeping down its jagged surface was a dark stone, drawing in his eyes. He reached for it as screams of his name reached his ear.

He's here!... he's here.

SCOTLAND

The stone was gone. Lost somewhere between Iceland and England, or England and Scotland, or even somewhere back where it was from in Norway. He wished he didn't care. He wished it meant nothing. (It did mean nothing! What did a stone he found stumbling and crying through the woods could mean? he was lucky he didn't get an infection). He felt its loss like it meant much more though.

Except it wasn't lost. Had never been lost. Taken, protected, in a box. Still the same as he found it, then... lapidaded. Sharpened even further, fashioned anew, dark like the night they met, safe like his arms wrapping around Jesse.

"a ring and church wedding isn't really your style is it? but this might just be."

Worn around his neck, displayed proudly yet secret. Home, carried everywhere. A promise of forever (they couldn't keep).

He left that warm bed, the dark lit room with the safe arms and the heavenly kisses, the comfort and warmth, safety and belonging for the first time.

He left their pub, he claimed the city and made do with the broken pieces of them both. Aimless, lost in the place he once found home.

He kept the necklace though. He remembered the promise. He chased the night. Kept chasing that night like he chased a high. One day it would stop, one way or the other it would stop. (But he kept it anyway. Jesse Dougal never parted with that stone again.)

OLYMPUS

Hanging from his neck, the dark stone he carried, meaningless and full of meaning, a mystery, a promise, his one and only heartbreak. The one he found stumbling out of a dream or nightmare, sleepwalking into the dark; scarred but no longer afraid. Scar on his hand where it had pierced him never fully gone. (The other scars he could hide).

That stone, turned into necklace and oath, had followed him from Norway to Iceland, from England to home in Scotland, from there to everywhere in the world. To Olympus.

Glinting with the light of flames, reflecting the stars that hung in the dark sky above, black and lightless above all else as it lay in his chest in bed in the cabin of Nyx.

Is that what you want? he asks.

was it you?

were you there?

were you ever there.

say somehting. say something....

please.

is what he wants to say instead, but he doesn't. he can't.

i don't expect an answer. a half truth. not anymore. a decision. but one would be nice anyway. bargaining?

He has nothing else to give. To say. Leaves his mother the only true offering he can make. The only one that matters.

Jesse Dougal doesn't look back when he leaves the temple, but he wants to. Gods he wants to. Questions burn his mind.

Had she saved him too? Would she, if he ever needed it again?

For that, he didn't have an answer either.

#godlingprompt004 #born at night (dev)

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Metamorphosis NO.2 : Chapter 1

It was a typical night in the countryside of Transylvania. Owls hooted, crickets chirped, the wind rustled the various evergreens throughout the forest. The stars sparkled across the night sky, with not a single cloud in sight. A typical night for a huntress like myself and her brother to vanquish the creatures of the night.

Richter and I were in pursuit of a demon that had fled a nearby village. The two of us were on horseback, following each and every move it made.Hooves clopped against the late spring grass of the mountains. The wind rushed against my hair, making it glide smoothly in the current.

The muscular demon was quite large, no larger than 3 meters. It had two horns, which were a dark ebony. A pair of large, leathery wings allowed it to fly. Its head consisted of pointed ears, sharp teeth and black sclera. The demon also had a barbed tail.

The chase started in the evening, but now the sky was as black as coal. A sea of trees covered the whole area. We were now in an evergreen forest. A loud thud was heard in the distance.

“What was that?!” I exclaimed loudly, scaring the birds in the trees.

“That must have been the demon. Let’s go deeper into the forest.” Richter replied.

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Roots lined the ground of the forest, like intricate patterns on cloth. Dead branches cracked beneath our footsteps, and leaves crumbled with every step. Webs decorated the trees like cloth on a table. Small rats rustled the nearby bushes, looking for food. A mixture of both evergreen and deciduous trees was among the foliage.

It had been no more than half an hour when we finally reached the heart of the forest. A pungent stench of rusted metal and flesh filled the air. A blue substance stained the ground. It was certainly demon’s blood. Sure enough there was a body lying lifeless on the ground. It was the demon, now dead from a crash. Several trees had collapsed on the ground where the demon was.

“Don’t move.” Richter whispered.

He approached the pile of wood where the demon’s lifeless body lay. He unsheathed his sword and stabbed what appeared to be the chest. Azure blood splattered across Richter’s face. His sword was dripping wet with blood.

It was most certainly dead now, if it wasn’t already.

“Let us go home now. It’s getting pretty late.” Richter said.

“What about the demon? Are you just going to leave it there?” I asked politely.

“No. I’ve got its heart. Father would certainly need it for potions or something, so I took it out.” Richter replied.

The heart was large, about the size of two heads. It was just as blue as the blood that stained Richter’s face. It stunk terribly, worse than a human corpse. Richter placed the heart in a large sack, which hung on his back. The sack oozed blue.

What about the blood on your face? Are you not going to clean it? And what of the sack? Look, it is dripping.

“I’ll be fine, I can wipe it off at home.” Richter said.

“You are very silly, Richter. It is past my bedtime, let us go home.” I yawned.

We walked back to the entrance of the forest, where our horses were. The two of us rode into the night going back to our home, leaving the forest behind with every step.

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A few days passed, and all seemed well. It was the usual day to day activities back at home. I would practice my magic with my father, and Richter would stop by to train me each night, when it was peaceful.

The golden sun was retreating from the sky, and the moon was rising. It glistened in its fullest form. It was a full moon night. It was just about time to see my brother again.

He didn’t come that night, nor the next, nor the one after that. In fact, no one had seen him at all. It has been one whole year since this all occurred, and I still haven’t found him. Will I ever find him, or will he be lost to the darkness?

#castlevania #fanfic #tw gore #richter belmont #maria renard

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casspurrjoybell-19 · 11 months

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TORN - Chapter 18

*Warning: Adult Content*

"P-please... D-don't..." Berlin Cahill begged for what had to be the hundredth time after crying out in pain from the lash of a whip.

He didn't know how long he'd been in this place but it was long enough for his body to become emaciated from lack of food and water.

He became well acquainted with the dusty floor, even managing to draw some small pictures of his family and Oasis in places that were more heavily caked with dirt.

At least it allowed him to smile sometimes.

He has been trying not to give up hope and believe that Oasis is coming for him, but he has been trying to contact him for as long as he can remember and has only been met with static.

Even my connection with his Dad and Papa was nonexistent and that scared Berlin to his very core.

Every passing second left him more doubtful that he'd ever be freed from this hellhole.

The stench of the room was almost unbearable but since he has been trapped here his nose has been forced to deal with it.

He hasn't made it any better though, because almost like clockwork, he threw up a watery mess of stomach acids and whatever pitiful meal he was granted with every once and a while.

It really made the people that kidnapped Berlin angry and each time he regurgitated anything back up he was whipped for his offense and left by himself to cry in the dark.

His stomach pains from the day he was kidnapped hadn't lessened in the least, if anything it only had gotten worse.

At first Berlin assumed it was because of something he ate but when it didn't go away he really got scared.

Was he dying?

Callie sneered down at him as she wrapped back up the now bloody whip and Berlin didn't dare move.

The lacerations on his back were throbbing in pain and he wanted nothing more than to shift, curl into a little ball and whimper for his Papa and Oasis.

The only other time he'd felt so helpless before was when he'd held Max's dying body in his arms in the middle of the battlefield.

"I wonder what's wrong with you, Master really doesn't like it when you vomit all the time. You know, he's always been really worried about you," Callie cooed in a motherly tone but Berlin knew better.

The malicious hiss was hidden just underneath the sweet facade and he wouldn't let her fool him anymore.

"He's really a good guy once you get to know him, I know."

"M-my t-t-tummy..." Berlin sobs, despite the fact that he wants to claw her face off, the pain that seared through his entire body was something that he couldn't ignore any longer. "H-help..."

Callie clucked her tongue like a disappointed parent, staring at his small, naked and vulnerable body as hlaid on the floor, immobile.

"I guess I can maybe do a blood test or something. Even though I couldn't care less about that 'medical training' bullshit, I picked up some skills," she boasted, flipping her red hair behind her shoulder.

Berlin winced at the pain that shot down his spine, his eyes watering when his body began shivering.

"Oh, stop the dramatics," she scoffed, "I'm only doing this because Master usually only likes to use his toys when they aren't projectile vomiting every fucking second," Callie rolled her eyes, stomping to the only table in the room, donning the little pouch she carried everywhere before reaching inside and pulling out an empty syringe.

Berlin’s eyes almost bugged out of his head at the length of the needle but he could only let out a distressed mewl from the pathetic state he was in on the floor.

"Shut the hell up. It'll only hurt for a bit... probably."

She crouched behind Berlin and he screamed out in pain at she carelessly slid the needle into one of the open wounds on his back.

He may not be a medical expert but he does know that it is not necessary to insert a needle into an open wound to draw blood.

Her evil cackle behind Berlin informed him that she knew that fact good and well but seeing as to how she was obviously just as sadistic as that demon, she probably did it on purpose.

The young man sobbed harder on the floor as she giggled and grabbed her little pouch, attaching it to her belt before walking towards the door.

"I'll be back," she informed him, before slamming the metal door shut and sliding the heavy lock into place.

Berlin could've been laying there for five minutes or five hours but with the amount of light streaming through the dark room, it was hard to tell.

He tried to lift his head when the sound of a sliding lock caught his attention but his body wouldn't move so he settled with just dragging his eyelids open.

His lack of energy wasn't very surprising because he hasn't been fed in what felt like a couple of days.

"Ah... and the princess awakens," Max bellowed, clapping this hands with Callie following behind, a piece of paper dangling from her fingertips. "I do hope that you are enjoying your stay in our five star hotel, I made sure that you got the premium package," he added turning in a circle, arms open wide as he looked around the bleak warehouse with wild grin before crouched down beside Berlin, eyes holding a devilish gleam.

Max turned to roughly snatch the piece of paper from Callie, who looked as stunned as a deer in the headlights of a car but quickly fixed her expression a moment later.

The Demon slowly raked his eyes over the page, reaching to pat Berlin’s shoulder as his grin grew wider.

The young man wanted to recoil in disgust from his touch but he still couldn't move due to the deep wounds on his back.

"Although you are adorable, I don't like that you keep secrets," he deadpanned, his grin falling in a millisecond to reveal the frown underneath.

He had to have some sort of extreme bipolarity because Berlin has never seen a range of emotions that large in such a short period of time in any being.

"What?... I didnt lie," Berlin breathed out, his vocal chords spent from all of his screaming.

Max's frown transformed back into a sweet smile as he trailed a finger up the young man’s neck to dance around Oasis’ Mating Mark in a gesture that was probably supposed to seduce him.

Instead Berlin wanted to throw up, not from the pain in his stomach but from the mere feeling of the demon touching such an intimate spot.

It exclusively belonged to Oasis, his Mate and of all people in the world, this demon who stole Max's identity is the last person he wants to touch him in general, let alone somewhere that means so much for to him.

So, concentrating as much strength as he could, Berlin snarled at him, chomping at his finger to get him to move it away from the sensitive spot.

"Tut, tut. Watch it, Berlin. Next time you act up like that, I will slap you," he warned, although the sweet smile never left his lips throughout the threat. "You are mine now. And that baby inside of you, it's mine too."

Berlin freezes.

‘A baby? No way.But that would explain the vomiting... werewolf pregnancies evolve much faster than that of a human.’

"B-baby?..." he asked, tears once again welling up in his eyes as his hands slid to rest on his stomach.

His eyes widened as he feel that it was protruding a tiny bit more than usual, as it is usually completely flat.

His heart pounds in his chest as he chokes on his own sob, the knowledge that he was growing a life inside of him spurred a little fire in his heart where there were only ashes

He'd have to get through this, no matter what.

‘It wasn't only me anymore that I was fighting for, I would have my little ray of sunshine to protect, the perfect being that Oasis and I created.’

The demon's possessed eyes flashed with an emotion that made Berlin want to flee immediately, bringing him down from the high that was the news of their child.

"You're pregnant," the demon grinned, standing up to jump up and down like a child in a candy store. "That means that I can kill you even earlier than I thought. Score."

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Brightflame, Dim Memories

Valdrakken

Grimo scowled, sucking down a cigar as he walked through the city with two other members of Savage United. “So now she’s back AND she’s got a godsdamn dragon on her side?! Fuckin' fel that damn worgen keeps gettin' worse…” he snarled, flicking away the butt of the cigar as he finished and exhaling a cloud of foul smelling smoke that made the nose of one of his companions wrinkle up.

Sekhi was with him, the shamaness’ eyes watering at the awful stench of the cigar, but she didn’t want to say anything. Grimo’s song sounded exceptionally angry and scared right now, and she was afraid of setting the goblin off.

Their other companion had no issues with this, but then Grimo only came up to her knees. “Yeah, Mola’raum said that she almost got them from above when they found a village of gnolls that had been wiped out, likely by her. Jaie was with them and she and Mola are pretty sure that the wounds were inflicted by an axe… so we both know who that means.” replied Nitika, the goblin nodding as they thought of Az'arad and his penchant for such weapons. Dissonantia rarely did the dirty work herself, she was a demon summoner first and foremost which meant the actual killing was likely her minions and she harvested the souls as they finished them off.

“Great, well if nothin’ else that means we got a chance to finish what I’m workin’ on. If you guys see a demon, get somethin’ off ‘em. A tooth, a claw, a horn, ANYTHING. Sooner we got that, sooner I can finish it, miniaturize it, and make it portable. Then we got ‘em.” he nodded as the trio wandered past a stage set up in the city center.

“MY FELLOW DRAGONS!” came an excited sounding voice from the stage. A female goblin was standing on it wearing a shiny gold double-breasted suit over her small frame, along with a big pair of sunglasses decorated in rhinestones. She had a string of pearls around her neck and her fingers had enough gem-studded rings to qualify as fist weapons. “Today is your lucky day! My name is the Very Reverend Jezzi Fizcrank and I’m here to tell you the good news about Gold! That’s right, not gods, GOLD! Gold is the source of all happiness in Azeroth, don’t let anyone tell ya otherwise and, for a small small donation to my mission, I can show you all the secret path to everlasting happiness with GOLD! Step right up here and don’t be shy!” she called out as behind her a small choir of goblins sang a rather upbeat song about giving up your worldly possessions to earn more worldly possessions.

“Ugh… freakin’ Fizzcrank is here too… just what I fuckin’ wanted to see…” growled Grimo as they passed, very pointedly looking away from the stage as a few curious Dracthyr walked closer, one of them mentioning that he did like the idea of a nice hoard.

Sekhi looked at him curiously, “Um, ya know her?” asked the Vulpera, her ears flicking. The song was very catchy, but she could tell that like the woman’s suit while it held the appearance of gold it was very much not what it seemed.

“Yeah, little shit is one of the biggest con artists in all of Bilgewater Harbor. She ‘n her freakin’ cult lure in suckers year round ‘n bilk ‘em outta everything they got with th’ promise that donatin’ to her is gonna make ‘em rich.”

Nitika rolled her eyes at his words. She was a ‘priestess’ of sorts herself and Jezzi’s rather energetic sermon did annoy her a bit, but she wasn’t gullible enough to fall for it. “You’re just jealous she has more money than you Grimo.” she smirked down at him.

Grimo snarled and threw up his hands, “SHE’S SELLIN’ SNAKE OIL WITH NO SNAKES OR OIL! HOW TH' FUCK DOES SHE PULL THAT OFF?!” he barked, then fished out a fresh cigar and bit the tip off it, spitting it into the distance as he lit it while letting out a string of curses under his breath.

Sekhi giggled, a small chittering sound in her case, then she slowed as the other two kept going through the city. The vulpera’s ears perked, picking up faint traces of a person’s song reaching her. “Hm?” she yipped softly, looking over her shoulder, then padding off through the city as she followed the sounds.

Her feet carried her through the craftsman’s quarter, around past the bridge to the nursery set up for dragon whelps, and up some stairs until she found it’s source seated on a bench in the Obisidan Enclave. “Oh! Its ya again!” she said cheerfully as the bench’s occupant looked up at her.

Laura Brightflame was seated there, the dracthyr currently in her humanoid guise with her staff resting across her lap. “Oh hello, Sekhi right?” she asked. She had been lost in thought and hadn’t even noticed the vulpera at first.

“Yup!” she yipped cheerfully, “Ya okay? Your song sounded really sad… I could hear it all th' way up from infront of th' big tower…” she asked, cocking her head at the evoker.

“I… do not know…” she sighed, shaking her head, “The others are coping well enough, mostly… but… I cannot remember anything of what happened to us. What we were before we were sealed away. Just fragments and flashes. Nothing more.” she frowned. “I feel… I feel like I forgot something important, very very important… but I cannot recall what.”

Sekhi nodded, sitting on the bench next to her as her feet dangled off the edge. “Hmm… yeah I heard some of th' Dracthyr talkin’ bout that back in Orgrimmar. Guess ya guys were sleepin’ for a really really really long time huh?” she asked.

“… twenty thousand years, yes.” replied Laura. Her mind still reeled at all that had happened during their imprisonment. The fall of the Burning Legion, the defeat of the Old Gods, the arrival of the Orcish Horde… even the Sundering itself! They were imprisoned ten thousand years before the War of the Ancients ever happened!

Sekhi nodded, “That’s a yippin’ long nap, yup…” she replied, “You really can’t remember anything at all?” she asked.

Laura sighed, taking a deep breath, and closed her eyes. “There was… a battle, against a terrible foe. We were an army, under the command of Neltharion. Then… something terrible happened. Something broke, and we broke with it…” she rubbed at her temples, trying to pull on the small fragments of memory she had. “I… remember terror… the sound of thunder… my wingmates scattering in fear… flashes of… lightning… then… Neltharion did something… and…” she sighed, her shoulders sagging. “Nothing. The rest is just… it is like trying to remember a dream.”

Sekhi’s ears drooped, the vulpera hearing the dracthyr’s song in her mind. A morose lament of loss and despair. “Um… yeah, wow…” she thought on that, then the flames in a nearby brazier caught in the wind and she heard a faint voice in her ears, a guitar mixed with a flute, and her ears caught the voice of the elements.

“I… might be able to help, but I’ll need to get some stuffs. Can ya, um, can ya meet me…” she looked around, “Um… over there, th' cliffside near that waterfall there, in about a day or so?” she asked.

Laura turned to face her, “Help? How?” she asked, looking confused.

“Well, Imma shaman… not like those Primalist jerks, but a proper shaman! I know some stuffs 'bout magic ‘n spirits ‘n stuffs!” she nodded with a little foxy grin, her tail swishing. “I gotta get some help settin’ up… but I think I can do somethin’!”

The next evening…

Laura flew over the cliffside in her dracthyr form, her wings spread out behind her. The vulpera seemed so certain she could help, but could she really? She was desperate though, she needed help from someone, and Sekhi was willing.

When she landed there were three others there besides Sekhi. A human man stood nearby, wearing elegant robes in a pandaren design and taking notes in a book he had with him using a sharpened charcoal stick. Also there was an orcish woman, but one of the red-skinned variety. She thinks that she heard them called ‘mag’har’ or something, though she didn’t know what the word meant.

Lastly, that tauren woman she’d seen on the boat to the Isles.

In the middle of them all was a large iron brazier with the vulpera fussing over the contents. “Okay… soooo… I swapped out th' dreamfoil from last time with some bubble poppy… ‘n th' branches are from local trees instead'a Mount Hyjal. Th' sand is some I scooped up from th' beach up north. But yeah, should do it… at least I think that’s what th' elements said would work…” she chittered as the mage’s charcoal scratched it’s way along the parchment.

“Interesting interesting…” he muttered. “I swear I’ve learned more about shamanistic rituals from you than most anyone else I’ve known.” he chuckled to her, looking up as Laura landed and resumed her visage form. “Ah, this must be the one you mentioned.” he said, tucking the charcoal and book away in his pouch and walking over. “Nelen Fullmoon of Gilneas, a pleasure.” he nodded to her. “I’m here to observe Sekhi’s ritual on behalf of the Kirin Tor. We’re always eager to see new forms of magic in use.”

Laura nodded to him, “You may call me Laura Brightflame.” she replied, looking somewhat nervous at the assembled group.

“Yeah I know you. You saved my ass when those Primalists came after the camp.” grinned the orc. “I owe ya. Name’s Galdia Grimaxe, you need someone to watch your back just yell.”

Laura nodded, letting out a nervous chuckle. She remembered Galdia from the boat ride over too… and how much damage she’d caused when the alcohol ran out.

“Alright!” yipped Sekhi, “I think we’re ready… so… Laura. Ya need to sit next to th' thingy…” she gestured to the brazier, “'n I’ll light it ‘n start playing my flute. Ya breathe a bit of th' smoke from it, then just try to think back… 'n if it works you should… well… remember somethin’… I hope.” she nodded. It was a variant of what she’d tried in the Shadowlands, but she also remembered how that one had gone awry as well.

Laura nodded, seating herself next to the brazier as the others scooted away. Nitika stood nearby, ready just in case. She had elected to come with Galdia for one very specific reason: if the ritual went badly wrong they would have an angry or panicked Dracthyr on their hands and in terms of sheer physical prowess they were the strongest of their allies. They would try not to hurt her, but their strength may be needed to restrain her.

“Okay!” yipped Sekhi, sitting down opposite Laura on the far side of the brazier. “Just… take a breath, listen, 'n let your thoughts do their thing.” she nodded, clicking her claws together as a spark flew from them to the mix in the bowl, which caught and soon began to smolder.

Sekhi put her flute to her muzzle, then began to play a soft gentle tune as she closed her eyes. After a moment she opened one, then glanced meaningfully between Laura and the bowl.

The dracthyr hesitated, then nodded and leaned in, taking a breath and coughing just a bit from the smoke.

For a long moment, nothing happened at all… then slowly Laura began to feel strangely detatched, as if the world around her was fading away.

“What… is happening…” she muttered, “I feel…” she began, her voice trailing off as her eyes drifted shut.

She thought she heard someone calling her name, her true name, over and over��

Then her eyes flew open, but she was in her true form once more, and all around her was chaos.

“LAURELGOSA! THE RELIC IS DESTROYED! WE HAVE TO GO, NOW!” cried another dracthyr, shaking her frantically. They had crimson scales and were wearing hooded robes.

There were dracthyr everywhere, some wounded, others dead, most of them in states of panic, and above them the sky exploded with lightning.

“DEATH TO THE SLAVES OF THE TITANS! DEATH TO THE DEFILERS OF AZEROTH!” roared a furious voice above them as Laurelgosa’s head snapped upwards.

Above them was a massive protodrake with violet scales, it’s body crackling with electricity as it unleashed a blast of elemental fury at the ground before it. A bolt of lightning so huge it was more akin to a laser cannon than a simple storm strike.

“Raszageth…” she whispered, her eyes wide. That’s right, they were fighting the Incarnates when it all went wrong.

“Laurelgosa! Focus!” shouted the other dracthyr. “Raszageth destroyed the Oathbinder! We must gather the others and escape while we can!”

“Oathbinder? I… I don't…” she stammered out, her eyes wide.

“Damn it all! You're still in shock from the control breaking! I will explain all later, but now we must…” the dracthyr snarled, then suddenly looked up as the sound of thunder rolled, “She's coming back! Laurelgosa! LOOK OUT!” they shouted, spreading their wings and flapping as hard as they could, shoving her away from them.

Laurelgosa let out a loud cry, flying backwards as the dracthyr flew away the other direction… and then came the lightning. She felt her chest catch as she saw a beam of energy slam down into the ground inches from where the crimson dracthyr was, hearing a scream of agony.

She ran forward as the beam dissipated, Raszageth flying into the air and cackling above her at the chaos spreading below, and saw the crimson scaled dracthyr laying in a pool of blood. Raszageth’s breath had shattered the ground around them, sending rock flying everywhere, and it had shredded their wings and scales. The extreme heat of her breath had scorched what wasn’t bleeding, one of their eyes was gone entirely.

“Laurelgosa…” they gasped, reaching out a clawed hand. “Leave me… run from here… don’t… let them…” they whispered hoarsely.

Laurelgosa’s eyes widened, but the crimson dracthyr suddenly coughed. a horrible wet sound, and Laurelgosa saw a jagged shard of rock protruding from their chest. Their arm fell to the ground, the light going out in their remaining eye.

“Jakrostrasz!” she gasped, thrusting her hand out infront of her, then yelping and pulling it back, stuffing her thumb in her mouth as she burned it on the brazier as the others cried out in alarm. Sekhi dropped her flute in her lap in shock as Nitika winced in sympathy to the burn, Galdia snorting a bit and standing ready to grab the dracthyr if needed.

“AUGH!” gasped Laura, shaking her hand and looking around. She was back in the present now, or had she ever truly left? She couldn’t tell.

“I… I remember…” she whispered, “We fought..." she hesitated, the Horde and Alliance were keeping the truth behind the leaders of the Primalists secret to avoid causing panic among their populace, "... a deadly enemy twenty thousand years ago. I was in shock, something had broken and… it had freed me from… something? I…” she shuddered, remembering the dracthyr’s face, “I… saw my clutchmate die right infront of me. He was wounded, but I could not think clearly… and… I could not save them.” she whispered, staring at the burn mark already swelling on their thumb.

Nelen had his notebook out, the charcoal stick moving like a blur. “Astounding… so the dracthyr were sealed following a battle with a major foe, but what was that about being ‘freed?’” he asked, looking up at her.

She shook her head, “I cannot recall… my clutchmate, Jakrostrasz, seemed to know what had happened. I just remember…” she screwed up her eyes, “A feeling of… order, perfection, we were all united somehow… then the battle came and…” she hesitated, trying to hold onto the memories, “He said something about a relic being broken. I can recall no more.” she shook her head, looking to the brazier… perhaps another breath.

Sekhi yipped, then shook her head, “NO! I mean, no… it ain't safe to do it again so soon! Th' elements are telling that’s really dangerous, like ya could get lost in your memories bad!” she insisted, slapping out a rhythm against her thigh with her hands. When she did a sudden miniature rainstorm appeared above the brasier, just long enough to extinguish the burning within. “We can try again maybe in a few weeks, but ya gotta wait.”

She nodded, “I see… then, I will wait.” she replied, rubbing at the blister on her thumb with her fingertip. Inside however she wanted to dive back in right away. Jakostrasz had been trying to tell her something before he died, but what? What was he talking about when he said ‘freed?’ Freed from what?

Would she ever know the answer now?

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animethingsduh · 1 year

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A love touching across time

Part 1

This is going to follow the timeline of the manga. Please don't post this anywhere else.

Scroll two: InuYasha resurrected

We got to where Kagome was just in time. That demon had lunged at Kagome. Arrows flew lodging the centipede woman and making her drop my sister. "I'm saved." Kagome breathed in relief. "Really, Kikyo... I'm disappointed..." The boy lodged to the tree and spoke. "Listen you... I don't know who this Kikyo is... But she's not me!" Kagome screamed getting up from the ground. 'Huh, isn't that the name of lady Kaede's deceased sister?' Kagome got in front of the boy with dog ears. "Do you expect me to believe I wouldn't know the stench of the woman who..." The boy started just as loud as Kagome had been but stopped not finishing his sentence. "...Hm?" He uttered staring at my sister. "Get it now? My name is Kagome! Ka... Go... Me!" Kagome screamed punctuating the syllables of her name to get her point across. "You're right, Kikyo was smarter and definitely prettier than you." He spoke. Kagome looked pissed. "So uncalled-for cosplay boy!" I shouted. "Cos what now?" He questioned a dumb look adorning his face. 'Cute.' I shook my head. 'No, bad Asami. He's rude so not cute.'

In the blink of an eye, the centipede demon woman threw two of the village men, before grabbing Kagome who in turn grabbed the dog-eared boy’s hair. "Let..Me...Go." Kagome screeched at the centipede demon. "You let me go." Dog boy yelled at Kagome. Kagome just tugged harder because of the centipede demon tugging her.

"Lady Kaede... Inuyasha....!!!" One of the village men began nervously. "InuYasha... is awake??!!" Lady Kaede exclaimed. "What is it his naptime or something? Does he get angry or something when he's woken up?" I asked. "No child the spell on Inuyasha was never meant to break. But "it has. How?!" Kaede exclaimed shocked. "A spell to put people to sleep? OK uh, how long was his nap time?" I asked. "Inuyasha has been asleep for 50 years." One of the villagers said. I leaned into ask another villager. "Okay so like how long was Inuyasha actually asleep for?” “No child he was asleep for 50 years.” Before I could ask any more questions Kagome screamed. "GET AWAY!!" A small white light emitted from her hand as she tried to push the centipede woman off her Two of the centipede woman's arms looked like they'd melted off and she dropped Kagome. I ran to Kagome. "Kagome are you okay?" I asked. She didn't say anything and just stared at her hands in disbelief. I grabbed her hands and she finally said. "Did I just do that?" "Uh if you mean melt her arms off then uh yeah you did." I spoke. "VILE THING." The centipede woman screeched and dove for Kagome taking her a few feet into the air and biting into her side. "YAAA." Kagome yelled in pain. The centipede woman ripped away from my sister. "KAGOME!!!." I screamed running towards her as she fell. "What--?! Something came out of her...!" One of the villagers exclaimed. "The jewel of four souls--!!" Kaede announced.

"I knew, I knew, I knew you were hiding it! That jewel is mine." Mistress centipede said as the Shikon jewel hit the floor. “What?” Kagome asked. “GIVE IT TO ME.” Inuyasha yelled. Before either of us could react, the centipede woman scooped us up with her body, and Kagome and I were uncomfortably close to Inuyasha. ‘It hurts to move.’ “Heh heh heh heh… Inuyasha who seeks the Shikon jewel… I have heard of a half-demon by such a name… At last, we meet.” The centipede woman spoke. ‘A half-demon? I think I hit my head when I fell down the well.’ “Don’t insult me mistress centipede. If I’d wanted, our meeting would’ve been very short and your last.” ”Hey, you talk pretty big. But can you do anything except talk?” Kagome questioned. “Kagome now’s not the time for this. If he wants to be all macho in our final moments then let him,” I said. “Asami we’re not going to die probably.” She retorted with a scared look plastered on her face.

“You cannot move can you demon boy? That’s quite the spell you’re under.” Mistress centipede said then moved her upper body away from us back to where Kagome had been laying before. “All you can do now is watch!” Mistress centipede exclaimed sticking her tongue out and picking and sticking a small orb into her mouth, “NO! It’s mine!” Inuyasha exclaimed as mistress centipede swallowed the jewel. I could barely hear the shouts from the villagers. I watched as mistress centipede’s severed arms flew through the air and reattached themselves to her body. “No, her arms..!” Kagome uttered out scared. Mistress centipede was still for a few seconds before her upper body’s skin came off. “Ew, what the fuck!” I exclaimed. “Such power… such joy.” “She’s happy?” Kagome questioned.

Mistress centipede tightened her grip on us making it harder and harder to breathe. “Hey, this arrow do you think one of you can pull it out?” Inuyasha asked. “Yeah, I think I can.” I spoke reaching for it. I halted when I heard lady Kaede shout. “You must not!! That arrow contains the spell! You must not set him free!” “And what do you want, witch?! To become a centipedes dessert?! Once her body has digested the jewel of four souls… none of us will be able to stop her!” Inuyasha exclaimed. “Well, girls do you want to die here? Do you want your sister to die?” Inuyasha asked. ‘No that’s not what I want. I don’t want me or Kagome to die here.’ I grabbed the arrow and pulled it as hard as I could removing it from Inuyasha’s shoulder. It disintegrated once it left Inuyasha’s body. “HA HA HA HA HA.” Inuyasha laughed as he broke free from mistress centipede’s grasp freeing me and Kagome in the process, causing me and Kagome to land on our buts as Inuyasha jumped and landed a few feet away from mistress centipede. “You child.” Mistress centipede said as she lunged for Inuyasha.” Old enough for you… Hag!” Inuyasha said as he leaped towards her and in one fell swoop while shouting. “Demon be gone!!” He sliced her into bits and pieces. With a thud, he landed. ‘I didn’t think anyone could be that strong.’ “YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME IT’S STILL MOVING!!” Kagome shouted.

“Can you see a place where the flesh glows?” Lady Kaede asked. “AHH, Holy crap Kaede can you please not sneak up on us.” I said trying to catch my breath. ‘For an old woman, she sure does move quickly.’ “Sorry child it won’t happen again. But back to the matter at hand. The Shikon jewel must be burning her! Unless you remove the jewel, her body will resurrect itself through time without end.” Kaede spoke to Kagome. Kagome looked around glancing at the discarded pieces of mistress centipede’s body until her eyes landed on a specific piece. “Wait, I see it.” Kagome said digging through the piece of flesh before pulling out the Shikon jewel. “Huh, so that’s the Shikon jewel? So much trouble over something so small.” I spoke. “It may be small, but it has way more power than your stupid human brain can fathom.” Inuyasha said. “HEY, WHO ARE YOU CALLING STUPID DOG BOY?” I shouted at him. “Clearly you pea brain. The jewel gives power to demons meaning there’s no point in a mortal keeping it so Kikyo look-a-like be a good girl and hand it over unless you’d rather feel my claws!” Inuyasha said trying to look menacing.

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dialovers-translations · 2 years

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Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Carla Dark [Prologue]

[Prologue] [01] [02] [03] [04] [05] [06] [07] [08] [09] [10] [Epilogue]

ー The scene starts in the special classroom

Yui: ーー Well then, Carla-san. I shall show you around campus.

Carla: No need to.

Yui: Eh? But...

Carla: The classroom is right here. I cannot imagine myself going to any other places.

Yui: This is the special classroom though...

Shin: From today onwards, this is where the three of us will be attending classes.

Yui: Eh...!? M-Me too!?

Carla: Exactly.

Yui: ( They just decided that for me... )

I’ve been appointed as your mentor (1) so...Well, I will help out where I can, however...

Carla: ...’However’?

Yui: ( ...H-He’s glaring at me... )

I-I will attend classes alongside the other students, besides, Carla-san...

I believe you should try and manage things by yourself wherever you can...

Carla: ...Hmph. In other words, you’re trying to say that you do not wish to look after me, correct?

Yui: No, that’s not what I meant. I just think we have to cross the line somewhere...

Carla: ーー Silence.

ー Carla pushes her to the floor

*Thud*

Yui: Kyah...!!

Carla: Do not talk back. You should simply obey me.

Yui: No why...? Why should I...?

ー He steps down on her hand

Yui: Ah...! That...hurts...!!

( He’s...stepping on my hand...! )

Carla: I believe I told you to be silent?

Yui: Uu...

Carla: If you refuse to listen to me, I will simply crush your hand right here, right now.

Yui: I-I understand...So please, move your foot aside...

Carla: ...Stand.

Yui: Ugh...

Carla: Are you afraid? Well, I suppose I can hardly blame you.

Yui: ...

Carla: Although I do not care whether you are scared or not.

As long as you choose to obey me, I could care less how you feel about me.

Yui: Please...Tell me one thing.

Carla: ...Speak.

Yui: Why me...?

Carla: Allow me to explain.

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ...!!

*Rustle*

Yui: Stop...! What are you...!!

Carla: This.

Nn...! ...Nn...!!

Yui: ...Ow...!!

( He’s after my blood too...? )

Carla: Hah...Nn...Phew...Nnh...

Yui: Please...stop...

Carla: I see, so you want more? Nn...Kuh...

Yui: Aah...!

Carla: I believe I told you not to oppose me? Nn...! Nn...Haahn...Nnh...

Yui: Uu...!!

Carla: So you have finally gone quiet.

*Thud*

Yui: You chose me...To suck my blood?

Carla: Do not get the wrong idea now, you mere bloodbag.

While I can only assume that was the case for those inferior Vampires...In its current state, your blood is worthless.

Yui: Eh...?

Carla: ...Both its taste and stench are horrible. It has been thoroughly contaminated, by those Vampires that is...

Yui: ...

Shin: What’s with that face? Are you in shock? Well, I’m sure those Vampires happily indulged in your blood.

So I guess we can’t blame you for getting the wrong idea? Hehehe.

Yui: T-Then, why would you...drink my blood...?

Besides, does that mean that you’re not...Vampires?

Carla: ...

ー Carla approaches her

Shin: Woah there, Nii-san. Keep your caーー

*SMACK*

Yui: Kyah...!!

Shin: Whoops...Guess I was too late.

Yui: ( He hit me... )

Shin: Good grief...You should think before you speak. You got hit because you spoke out of line, you see?

Yui: ...

Carla: We are Founders. Do not dare group us together with that Vampire vermin ever again.

Yui: Founders...?

Shin: The founding race of all other existing races in the Demon World. We’re called ‘First Bloods’ as well.

Those Vampires would be one of the subspecies which was born from our bloodline. Do you understand?

On top of that, Nii-san is the King of us Founders. You should keep that in mind.

Yui: ...Y-Yes...

( What would such people want from me...? On top of that, my blood isn’t what they’re after...? )

Carla: What?

Yui: N...Nothing...!

( I’m too scared to ask...When I consider that I might get hit again...I... )

( Anyway, I have to get out of this situation... )

( My instinct is telling me that these guys are very dangerous...and that I must run away... )

Carla: ーー Trying to escape is pointless.

Yui: Eh...?

Carla: Did you truly believe I could not read your thoughts?

Yui: ...W-Well...

Carla: Do not even think about trying to ask those Vampires for assistance.

Although I suppose it is only to be expected for a tamed, completely corrupted piece of livestock such as yourself to make such a decision.

From today onwards...You will be kept by me.

Yui: No way...

Carla: Just think of it as having a new owner. You will soon grow used to it.

Those Vampires tamed you in a similar fashion, did they not?

I shall treat you in a similar fashion. You should not have any complaints.

Yui: O-Owner and pet...We don’t have that kind of relationship, really...

ー Carla grips hold of her throat

*Thud*

*Rustle*

Yui: U...Kuh...Uu...!

Carla: It appears that you severely lack manners. How many times do I have to repeat myself until it gets through to you?

Or perhaps...You simply do not understand unless I lift you into the air by your throat like this?

*Creaaaak*

Yui: Ah...Hah...

Carla: I do not know what kind of lies you have been telling yourself...But those guys do not possess any form of human emotion.

Us non-human species...simply are not bound by social or cultural morals and sentiments.

*Thud*

Yui: Cough...cough...Ugh...

Carla: Of course, that goes for me as well. I will keep you as my pet for my own benefit.

Although if you choose to behave, I might just be gentle with you...similar to how you seem to have the wrong idea regarding your current situation.

Yui: Uu...

Carla: However, that would be nothing but a misunderstanding and an illusion.

A Demon could never experience human emotions.

I can only imagine the same is true for those Vampires who kept you.

Yui: ( No way...How cruel...I... )

( I believed that as I spent more time with them, I had grown to understand them...And they did the same for me... )

...

( ーー But perhaps, they...only lied to me because they wanted to suck my blood...? )

( No. I might have just been imagining it all... )

Carla: Hmph...

Yui: ...?

Carla: Did you grow uncertain due to my statement? How shallow you are.

Your feelings towards the relationships you’ve built with those Vampires wavered, did they not?

Yui: How do you...?

Carla: Your thoughts are so easy to figure out, there’s no point in asking.

Yui: ( ...He saw right through me...about everything... )

Carla: ーー Shin.

Shin: Yes, Nii-san?

Carla: Take her to our manor.

Shin: Roger!

Yui: ...

*Rustle*

Shin: Heeh, so you won’t fight back? I guess I should have expected no less from Nii-san. You managed to soften her up in such a small period of time.

I better learn...Hehe.

Yui: ( I wonder...what will happen to me now...? Why are they taking me...? )

( What do they intend to do with me...? )

( I’m scared... )

Shin: Okay, now hang on one sec. ...There...

Yui: Eh...!?

*Woosh*

*HOOOOOWL*

Yui: ( S-Shin-kun...He turned into a Wolf...!! )

Shin: ーー Hehe. ...Surprised? Well, I guess that makes sense. This is a display of our Founder powers.

We can turn into a Wolf and an Eagle, or even a Snake or a Bat, just like that. It’s pretty nifty, you see? Well then, shall we get going?

Yui: ...!

Shin: Why do you run away?

Yui: I-I mean.

Shin: Aah, god, what a pain. ...Che, guess I have no other choice.

*Grooowl*

Yui: Kyaah...!!

*Thud*

Shin: It’s your own fault for not just listening right away?

Yui: ...!!

*Grooowl*

ー The screen fades to black

Yui: ( Why did this have to happen...? )

( Did I bring this upon myself? Or is it simply my fate? If that’s the case, then that’s just too much. )

( I’m being forced into submission...Unable to even fight back... )

( All just because my heart is a little different from normal...For that sole reason alone, I... )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the guest room in the Tsukinami manor

Yui: ( ...Where am I...? )

*Thud*

*Rustle rustle*

Shin: Look who finally woke up.

Yui: ...!!

Shin: What? No need to be so alert, is there? I’m back to normal, see?

Yui: Y-You latched onto my throat while in your Wolf form earlier, didn’t you!?

Shin: I was just play biting. Besides, you were being a pain, so I just made sure to knock you unconscious.

I wouldn’t have needed to resort to such extreme measures if you had simply behaved, you know?

ー He steps closer

Yui: S-Stay away...!

Shin: Even though Nii-san has won you over already, I guess you won’t quite obey me yet, huh...? That kind of pisses me off.

Do you know your own place? I’m the one who has to look after you instead of Nii-san, see?

So don’t you think obeying me first would be the clever thing to do?

That’s your best chance at survival after all...

Yui: ...!

ー He steps back

Shin: Whatever. I’m sure you’ll learn eventually. Anyway, this will be your room from today onwards.

Tell me if you need something. Aah, also...Let me tell you just in case.

You won’t be able to enter or leave the manor as you please, and those Vampires won’t be able to sniff you out either.

So don’t get your hopes up for nothing. It’d be in your best interest to accept your fate sooner rather than later.

Don’t try to escape if things go wrong. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to lose your limbs now, do you?

Yui: ...!!

Shin: Seems like you understand, huh? Hehe. You look absolutely terrified. That’s a nice expression, honestly.

Well then, make sure to behave, okay?

ー Shin leaves the room

*Thud*

Yui: ...Haah...

( That was scary...I was convinced that was the end of me... )

( It kind of reminds me of back when I arrived at the Vampires’ manor... )

( Back then, I felt a similar sense of despair, didn’t I? As if I was a prey who had just been hurled amidst a herd of wild beasts... )

( I can’t believe I’ve been imprisoned completely against my own will...It feels as if I’ve been robbed of my own humanity... )

I wonder if I’ll feel better...if I just give up like Shin-kun advised me to...?

But, Iーー

ー The scene shifts to the living room of the Tsukinami manor

Mertz: Carla-sama...Welcome back.

Carla: ...So you were here.

Mertz: Yes. I came to check if everything is to your liking. How do you enjoy living in this manor?

Carla: There are no issues.

Mertz: I see. I am glad.

A special barrier has been put up around the manor, so you should be able to remain hidden from Karlheinz and anyone related to him for a while.

Furthermore, as if on cue, the Lunar Eclipse takes place tonight...

This will further numb the Vampires’ senses, making them unable to act as they usually would be able to.

ーー Well, that applies to myself as well.

Carla: ...

ー Shin joins them

Shin: ーー Nii-san, about the barrier at the front...Oh...Mertz, you’re here as well.

Mertz: Yes. I am. ...Shin-sama, what were you about to say about the barrier?

Carla: I ordered Shin to activate a different barrier as well. Just to be safe.

Mertz: I see...

Shin: Don’t take it personally, okay? It’s not like we don’t trust your barrier. However, better be safe than sorry, right?

Mertz: Exactly. I would expect no less from Founders.

Carla: Tonight the Lunar Eclipse takes place...I doubt those Vampires will realize that she has been kidnapped right away.

The Demon World happens to be going through an Eclipse right now as well...On top of that, there is still quite some time left till the night will end over there.

We will use this opportunity to cleanse that woman after she has been contaminated by that Vampire filth.

Mertz: What will you do once she has been purified?

Carla: ...

Shin: That’s not something an outsider like you needs to know.

Mertz: ...

Carla: Mertz, you should leave.

Mertz: Understood. Well then.

ー Mertz leaves the room

Shin: Che...You can’t let your guard down around that guy...I don’t trust him.

Carla: ...

Shin: It’s honestly shameful for us Founders to have to rely on that guy’s help...!

Carla: We had no other choice. No matter how low we must sink, we have to endure it for now.

Shin: We better cleanse that chick pronto.

Carla: Yes. We will discuss our next step afterwards.

Without completing that process...We simply cannot fulfill the life-long wish of us Founders.

ー The scene shifts to the night sky

Carla: ...

( The Eclipse has begun...The Wheel of Fate has started moving... )

( However, we have only just begun. Getting that woman within our possession is only step one. )

( We are running out of time...I have to make her mine sooner rather than later. )

( I will fulfill my duty, for the sake of our future. )

( As the King of Foundersーー )

ー The scene shifts back to the living room

Carla: ーー Shin. Bring that woman to me.

Shin: Roger!

Carla: As painful as it may be, I must continue with the cleansing.

ー The scene shifts back to the night sky

Mertz: ...No way I will let them steal her away so easily...However, I must not rush things.

Right now, I have to keep low and wait for an opportunity...Hehehe.

Please...Wait for me.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) 世話係 or ‘sewa-gakari’ is often translated as ‘caretaker’ in English but since Yui is mostly helping them around at the school, etc., I felt as if ‘mentor’ was more suited in this case.

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wolfcamellias · 2 years

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Shadowpeach uh?

Classic trope, but what about Macaque brushing SWK's hair? (Your fault for giving him such fluffy mane)

Not sure wich au, but maybe his hair is really tangled from a fight (with eachother? Another demon? Who knows 👀) and Macaque is doing his best to fix it, and maybe they are both relaxed enough to not wear any glamour, just the two of them being intimate to eachother in a sweet way 😊

sadly this one is short since I got sick again, ncjdkscdscd but i had fun with it.. so enjoy!! “Is it normal to be this intimate? This domestic? I’m not sure but the mere thought of it not being true scares me, so I won’t ask. I’ll just let it happen.” (600 words, a lot of softness on the brain)

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He holds Sun Wukong’s hair under his grasp, gentle and cautious. Strands fall like petals between his fingers and he twists and ducks them under each other, spiraling them into small shapes and watching them come undone, a cycle he hasn’t been able to break out of since the start of this session. He peers over the demon’s shoulder and finds her almost done with sewing the shirt back together, decorating the sleeves with patterns to match the scars and markings littered on Macaque’s body, and something twists at the pit of his stomach when he picks up the comb and starts stroking her hair again, watching the knots come undone and smoothen over, easy and tranquil. He half-expects Wukong to sneeze and ruin his messy work, but it never comes. So he has no excuse to prolong the moment.

Macaque has seen the other kids twist strands of long and short hair into pretty figures, confusing shapes that somehow work with the length and shape of their hair styles and he has, surprisingly, been a victim of having to comb and ready Bai He’s own hair for when she goes to school or simply wants to look pretty even if she doesn’t leave the house that day. He’s not bad at it; he’s lived several months with a human girl of his own, has cut his fingers by accident when trimming the edges of her long black hair and he himself has taken care of his own fur and styled his own hair for a millennia now. Macaque isn’t an expert on this, doesn’t want to be, so he half-heartedly started running his fingers through Wukong’s hair, at first, and murmured over how ridiculous it was to tend to someone’s hair while sitting seven feet away from a decaying demon corpse, the stench of rot and blood already soaked up by the surrounding flowers and larch trees surrounding them, giving them a moment of solitude and privacy that, somehow, he didn’t want to ruin.

It’s a moment of peace and quiet.

And he struggles to keep his fingers steady as he separates long strands of hair and begins to twist them, weaving a spider web of sorts as elegantly as he can manage, painfully aware of the little flicks and twitches that come from Wukong’s tail, the hum of amusement she lets out when Macaque fumbles with one of the strands and hisses under his breath over having to redo it. And it takes every last bit of energy to stay relaxed at the small laugh that comes from the demon in front of him, a frown forming on his face when she rests her hands down on the grass and tilts her head back a little.

“Are you almost done separating the strands?” comes the Sage’s voice, still as raspy and low as he remembers it, laced with amusement and an underlying smugness that makes him bristle slightly. “If you need help—”

“I don’t,” Macaque counters back quickly, trying to focus on the task at hand, ignoring the silence that follows and how it causes his skin to burn up slightly (whether from embarrassment or something else, he does not know and doesn’t care to know), breathing in the scent of sunflowers and apricots.

“Mm.” Wukong’s tail smacks Macaque’s knee gently and she seems to relax, setting aside the finished shirt, thread and needle tucked away safely, and she says, quietly and reassuringly, “Take your time then.”

They spend the whole day together, weaving and weaving and it takes Macaque a few minutes to add the flowers in the braids. It’s worth it, at least.

#ask #scribbles #valleys au #🌿#the calm before the storm i say #'rhy wtf does that mena' you quiver #'anyways' i say

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nagipops · 3 years

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hi!! i think the ask box is open right now but what about a fem! reader that was kinda adopted by all the hashiras when she was small, and on her first mission, she gets turned into a demon? and like they're all conflicted but it's kinda sad how the reader wants to die because she was turned :( if you can't write it it's okay! i love ur works sm <3

SWEET NOTHINGS, BITTER ENDINGS PART I.

SUMMARY: in which your overwhelming tenacity leads you to suffer a demonic fate.

WARNINGS: blood, profanity

A/N: thank you darling! this got a bit long so i’ve split it into two parts— the second part will be posted very shortly! link to part two

“(Y/N)!” Giyuu barked. “Get back!”

You steadily held your nichirin blade in front of you with both hands, staring down the towering demon in front of you. Three veiny arms sprouted out from each side of its body, taunting your group as its flaring yellow eyes locked onto yours.

Clutching the handle of your blade tighter, you panted heavily to control your breathing, clenching your teeth. “I’ve got this!” you hollered back, your knuckles turning white.

You heard a clink of metal and the whirling of a sword as a short purple-haired hashira stepped in front of you. “It’s too dangerous.” Her typical honey-sweet voice was darkened with concern and anger. “Please, (Y/N).”

You were shaking with anger, and... envy? All you wanted was to be strong. To bring home a kill on your first mission. To not be seen as a child anymore by the nine pillars who had taken you under your wing when you were just a baby.

I’m not a kid anymore, you wanted to scream. I want to show you what I can do.

“Go,” Giyuu commanded, casting a glance at Shinobu before briefly locking eyes with you. “We’ll handle this.”

Biting your tongue, you glared at the demon for a moment longer before turning on your heel and retreating to the rest of your squad.

“(Y/N)-chan!” Mitsuri wailed, throwing her arms around you. Over her shoulder, you spotted a fuming Obanai glaring daggers at you; whether he was jealous of the pink-haired girl draped over you or angry at your reckless actions, you couldn’t tell. “We were so worried about you!”

“No, we weren’t,” Obanai hissed. “What you did was idiotic and careless. You were putting everyone in danger.”

“Iguro-kun, always so protective!” Mitsuri giggled, patting you on the head before releasing you from her surprisingly tight hold, her expression growing serious. “Tomioka and Shinobu might need our assistance. (Y/N), go find Sanemi and see if he needs help. Iguro, come with me!” She quickly flounced off with a seething Obanai in tow.

Huffing a sigh, you entered the mass of trees behind you to search for the white-haired hashira.

Lofty, swaying pines loomed over you as the sounds of battle crashed throughout the forest. A flock of crows frantically flapped out from the canopy, shooting into the sky as their noisy caws rang through the air. Frigid winds whipped all around you as you hunted down the wind pillar.

A piercing clink of metal, not unlike the noise of a nichirin blade, sounded from your left. Sanemi? Cautiously drawing your sword from its sheath on your hip, you slowly made your way to the source of the noise.

As you neared a small clearing, the sound grew louder and louder, but you still could not locate any hashira or any demons for that matter. You spotted a thick tree to your right and fled over to hide behind it while you scouted out the area.

The clinking continued, and as you listened more closely, it seemed to be coming from...

Above?

Your heart went cold as you realized you didn’t hear any human voices around you.

At all.

You slowly slid your gaze upwards, not daring to move a single muscle.

And there it was. With a rotting arm clutching a chipped, bloodied blade, carving out the remains of a tattered corpse, three feral red eyes piercing through the dark shade and locking onto yours...

A demon.

Fear pooled instantly in your stomach as you felt bile rise in your throat. The putrid stench of rotten flesh and blood nearly made you hurl on the spot, yet your horror kept your nausea at bay.

Were you going to die here?

You felt your terrified breaths grow shallow as the demon above you licked its lips, tossing the corpse down in front of you with a thud.

“N-nemi?” you whispered in fear, praying, praying to the gods that this wasn’t one of your brothers. You quickly studied the corpse and your surroundings, searching for any sign that this bloodied body wasn’t him. You searched for his sword hilt, his white hair, his signature haori, but the darkness of the deep night made any hint or clue futile.

Glaring at the bloodthirsty demon above you, you were petrified with fear. Your heavy feet were locked into place. Your thumping heart nearly burst out of your chest. But you stared the beast down with all your might, slowly reaching your blade out to the corpse in front of you in attempt to retrieve the scrappy remains of what was left of it.

Inch by inch, your gaze unwavering with the demon’s bloodshot eyes, you dragged the body closer and closer to you until it was just within arm’s reach. Steeling yourself, you swiftly grabbed the body and darted away.

You had no time to check whose body you were holding. All you knew was that you had to—

“Kff!”

All of a sudden, your back hit the ground. Hard. With the wind knocked out of your lungs, all you could see was black. You felt your blade slip out of your grasp as your spine seared with red-hot pain. Once you regained your senses, you opened your eyes...

Oh, shit.

Impossibly sharp fangs loomed over you, dripping with foul saliva that oozed onto your heaving chest. Crazed yellow eyes speckled with pumping red veins latched onto yours, a rotting jade-colored head thrashing back and forth as its piercing claws pinned you to the ground. Its breath was the most vile scent you’ve ever smelled in your entire life, reeking of blood and flesh and who knows what else.

And it was just mere inches away from your face.

Stifling a wave of nausea, you swiftly pulled your knees up to your chest and pushed, kicking the demon backwards by its torso as hard as your body would let you.

Darting over to your blade which had fallen to the ground just a few feet away from you, you picked it up and pointed it at the snarling demon who was picking its burly body off of the forest floor.

“You!” you shouted, wiping your slimy face on the sleeve of your uniform. “I’m not scared of you!”

The demon responded with a warbling noise, something that sounded like... laughing?

Your nerves set on fire. Oh, that’s it. You would end this vile monster right here, right now.

“Leaf Breathing, Second Form: Whirlwind of Fronds!” Exhaling sharply through clenched teeth, you felt cool winds start to whip around you, picking up speed as leaves and needles rapidly gravitated towards you as though you were a magnet.

Now!

Growling with fury, you charged at the gremlin with all your might, the swirling flurry of foliage honing in on the center of its chest. Each leaf transformed into sharp, miniature daggers, piercing through the demon’s grayish skin and buying you just enough time to move in close. Wielding your blade with both hands, you raised it above your head before forcefully slicing downwards with a roar, aiming for the neck.

But your opponent was nimble, and it barely dodged its head out of the way, landing you a clean shot down its shoulder to its flank. Shit, the arm can just regenerate itself, you cursed, quickly angling your sword laterally for a slice through the neck as the demon howled in pain.

You slashed your sword as hard as you could, but instead of cutting through soft flesh, you were met with thick, gnarly bone. The demon had raised its other arm in defense, keeping your lethal blade at bay. Struggling to push back against the sturdy bone, you gritted your teeth as you attempted to release your sword from its muscle.

But the demon had already beaten you to it and whipped its hefty arm outwards to shake you off, hurling you across the clearing.

“Hkk!” You landed straight on your back once again with a heavy thud, but you noticed that your blade was still lodged into the creature’s arm. Perfect. Even though single nerve in your body was screaming in pain, even as your limbs trembled as you shakily picked yourself up off the ground, you would never back down from a fight. “Hey, ugly! Let’s finish this!”

The demon howled furiously, clamoring to rip your blade out of its arm.

“Third Form: Drill of Needles!”

Hundreds of thousands of pine needles descended from the midnight sky at your command, whirling into a tight cone while speeding towards the neck of the monster. You heard the earsplitting drilling of flesh and wood followed by a deafening groan and huffed in triumph as the pent-up exhaustion began to release throughout your body.

You nearly hit the ground for the third time when you caught some movement out of the corner of your eye.

Oh, hell no.

There was the same demon, its bright yellow eyes even more furious now, perched high up in a tree.

“B-but...” your mind and vision grew hazy as you noticed the gaping hole in the demon’s chest, with its neck still intact. I missed? You cursed sharply at the sight of your chipped blade thrown carelessly on the ground a great distance away from you.

What do I do? Giyuu, Shinobu, what do I do? Mitsuri? Obanai? Is anyone there?

Your felt your body begin to admit defeat, your legs shaking as they threatened to give out from underneath you, your heaving lungs burning and aching for rest.

The corpse.

Where was the corpse? The same one that got you into this mess?

Sanemi?

You struggled to keep your vision trained on the demon high above as your body started to wobble in exhaustion. “Hey,” you slurred. “Come out here! We’re not— kff! We’re not done yet!”

A snarl sounded from over your shoulder as the familiar stench of rotting flesh flooded your nose once again.

This time, you plummeted to the ground face-first, hearing your nose crack in the process. But your body was too drained for you to properly register the pain.

You were so numb.

Groaning, you slowly rolled onto your back and gazed into the eyes of the demon hovering above you hungrily. Its arm that you had sliced off had already fully recovered, while the other arm choked your neck with an iron grip.

Your vision was nearly white now, your oxygen supply running low as blood trickled out of your neck where the demon’s claw had pierced the skin.

Die. Die. You were going to die. On your first mission. Without a single kill under your belt.

Forcing a smirk onto your face, you squeezed your eyes shut as you endured the pain as best you could. “Hey, now— hck... If there’s anything that Sanemi taught me... it’s that humans... always get the last laugh...” You cracked open one eye, staring straight into the demon’s yellow orbs.

“Noxious... nectar...” you gasped out one last command, watching the bloody pinpricks dotted all around the demon’s greying skin transform into purple specks of poison. The monster thrashed around, violently clutching its head at the pain seeping through its entire body. You watched as your first and last kill take place right in front of you as your vision began to fade.

But not before the demon’s deadly blood dripped into your open wounds.

link to part two.

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mehphoobia · 3 years

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Pairing- Tom Hiddleston x Reader (news channel anchor)

Summary- People say falling in love can be a scary experience. Well, that scary experience for you had a different meaning for you.

Warnings- blood, horror, mystery, thriller, suspense (I suggest get a water bottle for yourself)

REQUESTS OPEN | MASTERLIST

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"Susan Hive, another 25 y/o was found dead in her apartment approximately at 10:00 am today. Who is the mastermind behind these brutal murders? the mystery is still with the police to crack. The only witness in the case are the walls of the apartment which are covered in parts of human anatomy never seen before just like the other five murders. This is Y/N of NewsToday with cameraperson David on scene." You sighed after finishing your report and looked at the crime scene. The camera person packed his camera and headed towards the van as he couldn't handle the stench. With ripples on your forehead you contemplated your decision. Should you or should you not tell the officers.

But soon you let aside your dilemma. These were brutal murder cases that had everyone shook.

And you had a lead to follow.

"Who are you?" you whispered as you sat in your chair staring at the photo of the deceased Susan Hive with a man. The face was not visible as he wore a black hat and a black overcoat. "Typical" you said gesturing his attire, which was straight out of a murder mystery. Unfortunately, the officers couldn't find him. But the lead you had could directly deliver this man to you.

"North House please" explaining the address to the taxi driver, you couldn't miss his expressions. "You want to go to the North House?" he asked you with genuine concern. "If you are not comfortable, you can just drop me near the curb" you suggested understanding his hesitation. Reluctantly he drove the taxi and there you were. Standing outside the hospital for mental patients. "How much will it be?" asking the driver for the fare you rummaged through your purse.

"I will wait here miss. You can pay me later" he said. Of course, the deaths in this hospital would scare anyone. But you weren't here for the suicides, you were here for the murders.

"I am here to see someone. A Mrs. Hill." you spoke confidentially to the receptionist. "For an investigation, are we?" the receptionist questioned. "It's confidential" you replied with knitted eyebrows. "oh! of course it is." she chuckled.

The receptionist accompanied you to Mrs. Hill's room. She was the oldest patient, who had been in the hospital for for around thirty years. Every patient, every staff member; she had seen for herself. "Are you here for the investigation for Susan Hive?" the receptionist questioned. Your head whipped faster than the wings of a bee. "You knew her?" you enquired. "Yes, I knew all five of them. They were interning under me." she answered.

"Janice Dean" her ID card read. "Of course" you murmured. Ten days back you had found one of the victim's case file from the officers which had something in common. North House, all three of them worked here and now so did Susan Hive.

"Don't worry I won't bug her too much" putting a and on Ms. Dean's shoulder you reassured her. She offered you a tired smile. With that she unlocked the door and you saw Mrs. Hill sitting on her chair.

"He killed another one didn't he?" she enquired in her shaky voice as if she knew it was going to happen. "Yeah. Do you know you he is?" trying to keep your posture, you asked. "No, but I have seen him." she replied. "Black eyes which weren't even his. Long hair which covered his face and the cuts." "Everyone thought, something was wrong in his head. They tried all kinds of medicines but none of them worked. He kept screaming and yelling every day. It would echo you know. The screams. Other patients could feel it too. But the doctors didn't know something." she explained but suddenly trailed off.

"He was possessed" she declared.

"How did he get out. I mean the patient like--" "Demon" she corrected. "We saw a body lying in his room. We thought its him. He had cuts all over his face so it was recognizable. The post mortem reports found out it was one of our doctors. He escaped as his disguise." explained Ms. Dean.

You couldn't get the fact out of your head as you stepped outside the hospital. With quivering hands, you opened the taxi's door. Looking at your condition, the driver ran to the opposite side of the street and bought you a water bottle. "You should go home miss." the driver suggested. "Beverly Hills Apartments please". The driver nodded and drove you home.

Maybe you should tell the police. It was not your job to go after the killer. Of course it would be one of the biggest news article for your company but this, its not worth it. Just then your phone rang. All of that tension and weird feeling in your chest was replaced by a sense of comfort. It was Tom.

"Hey babe! dinner's ready, when are you coming home?" he asked in his cheerful voice. You chuckled and said, "I started right now. Is my kitchen all right?" you mocked. "Uh..sort of. I'll help you clean though" he replied like a child caught doing something wrong. It was comforting to have him in your life. Amidst all of this, he was the exact person you needed. "Love you honey" you said unexpectedly. He could sense your uneasiness and knew your line of work. It can be terrifying sometimes. "Love you too..Hey, I am right here." he said immediately putting a smile on your face.

You met him three years ago. How boring can news conferences be? it was something you knew very well. But it was a little bit tolerable when a hot shot investigating officer suddenly made his way to you. Tom and you immediately clicked. As if you were meant to be. One date led to another and suddenly he started picking you up from your work almost every single day. You remembered he had proposed on your cruise date which had you in complete awe. How could you say no to such a perfect man. His beautiful eyes which were a perfect peek to your universe, his warm embrace and how he fit in your life perfectly made it so much easier. He made it easier.

The sudden nostalgia calmed your nerves and you took a deep breath in. Within no time you were home. You leaped out of the taxi, paid the man and ran to your apartment. As you were going to ring the bell, Tom opened the door and picked you up in his arms. Both of you giggled as he kissed you passionately. With your fingers curling in his long wet hair and his arms coiling your waist, you could melt under his effect and you did.

"Tada!! Fish N chips" Tom declared in his voice that he called his disney voice. You chuckled at his endearing self. Both of you couldn't spend enough time with each other with all these murders. He too was tensed but never showed it in front of you. The least you could do was to help him out. You watched your favorite drama as the both of you ate your dinner.

After the chocolate ice-cream, he got up to get the wet wipe to wipe your face which was covered in chocolate. You were gone out cold because of the tiring day. He picked up the plates and noticed you had run out of kitchen soap. "Back in a few" he wrote on a post it and pasted it on the fridge. He wore his black overcoat and decided to forego his phone and left.

"Tom? babe?" you woke up around five minutes and searched the house. Suddenly the post it note grabbed your attention. You chuckled when you saw it and you knew a lot of unwanted things were gonna be purchased. Who could help it, its Walmart after all.

You saw his phone and found his headphones on the table. He would sit on his chair for hours and listen to his music but he never shared them with you. So you grabbed the opportunity and plugged in his headphones.

"19-21-19-1-14 8-9-12-12" the first song read. Then you realized it was a recording. "Mr Hiddleston sings?" you scoffed as you pressed the play button.

"Ahhh" a woman screamed and with that you immediately grabbed the headphones and threw them. "Oh God" you whined as you rubbed your ears. You played all the five recordings and all of them were similar. Screams. Then it hit you. The numbers were different and were too wrong to be dates. WHAT IF?

"19,S,21,U,19,S,1,A,14,N 8,H,9,I,12,L,12,L" you wrote on a piece of paper. "Susan hill?" you gasped. All the other four recordings added up to the all the other four victims. You sat there staring at the paper.

"It took you long enough" Tom spoke from behind you. You flinched as walked away from him. "Did you?" you asked. "The screams, oh my soul was cleansed" he said as he put his hand on his chest. Tears were rolling down your cheeks as you looked at his face. He was in content, in peace. "Why did you kill them? What had they done to you?" you enquired.

"THEY LAUGHED!!" he yelled. Your eyes widened as you looked at him. It wasn't your Tom, it was someone else.

He was possessed.

"They fucking laughed when I was being experimented on. I cried for help but they were too busy laughing. Fucking bitches" he scoffed. "You know when I made cuts on their skin how peaceful it felt. Slowly, deeply I dragged my knives on their skins and watching them slowly dying because of the pain. So good. They were the ones who cried and screamed and I was the one who laughed." He was a maniac explaining his masterplan. Little did he know everything he said, you were recording it all.

"You think you can run away with it?" you mocked trying to make him spill out. "How will they know Y/N? I am the chief investigating officer." he ran the tip of his fingers on your cheeks. But you didn't waver, he was a demon. "All this time I have been trying to erase all the evidence" he spoke as he turned his back on you.

"But you?" he turned and walked towards you. He bought his face closer to your neck and kissed your neck. If it were any other day, your eyes would slowly close themselves as he would press you against the surface. But today there was nothing but tears. "You are my favorite. I can't leave any witnesses. But don't worry, your screams will live in my recordings. You know how much I love making you scream now don't you my love?" He laughed sheepishly.

THUD THUD. The bang on the door grabbed his attention. He looked at you made a sign with a finger in his lips. Was this the man you loved? Who was he? You thought as you looked at him slowly unlocking the door.

"Ahh LEAVE ME GET OFF" he yelled in surprised as the police officers pinned him on the floor. Slowly you got your phone in front of him which you were hiding behind you and showed him the 911 number. The officers dragged him away but his hooded eyes would not leave your soul.

Two days later, while clearing his room. You found a notebook with all the five victim's name on it which was struck of with a red marker and also five knives covered in dried blood. "Why?" you whimpered as tears made their way down your cheeks. Your company had printed one of the biggest hit ever and were at the top. You were promoted and were appreciated by everyone but at what cost? You were scarred for life.

Back in the North House, Mrs Hill was sitting on her chair as the receptionist were cleaning her room. "Oh no" Mrs Hill exclaimed. "What is it Nana?" enquired Ms. Dean. "Y/N call her!! NOW"

Something was going to happen.

At the prison cell, all the officers were in havoc as one of the security guard was found dead in Tom's prison cell. Hysterical laughs and water droplets echoed through the hallway as Y/N was written on the wall and was struck of by the dead security guards' blood.

You were sleeping when Ms. Dean called you. "Hello" you spoke in your grumpy voice, the sleeping pills were slowly kicking in. "T-TOM!" her line was cut because of the heavy rain. Just then you got a message that Tom had escaped.

"What? where did he go?" you murmured to yourself and then you heard it. The hysterical laughter and the sound of the recording button being pushed.

"I am right here my love" he said.

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A/N: Hey guys, here is my first Tom Hiddleston fic. For the those of you who don't know me personally I am a contemporary dancer and this fiction I had seen being performed on the stage. I loved the suspense and I loved writing it even more. Writing this was a challenge and it was a wonderful experience and I hope you all like this as well.😘

Tom Hiddleston is such a versatile actor and just fits in any character which is the main reason why I love him so much. It was very easy for me to visualize his demeanor in this character and I tried my level best converting it into words. Let me know what you think about this fic.😃

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Opposites attract (Paul Lahote x Reader) Chapter 4

Warnings: Swearing?

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Life had a round about way of giving you what you had longed for all along.

You had spoke to Paul for hours up on the mountain side, the world around you quiet as the only thing you could focus on was him. You sat side by side, invisible sparks crackling between warm skin as he told you everything there was to know about your new found wolfiness. He reassured you that even though you were mates, it didn’t mean you had to feel pressured into anything, an imprint was there to be anything for their other half, a friend, a lover.. You shivered at the sound of being Paul Lahote’s lover, you had to stop yourself from pinching yourself a few times.

It was dark by the time you made the descent down the frosty mountain, in normal circumstances you would have most likely died of hypothermia by now, but as you’d established, life was anything but normal.

You were laughing at something Paul had said when you heard a twig snap in the distance, it caught Pauls attention to, he tensed, pushing you behind him. Your face scrunched against his back as a foul smell invaded your senses and that’s when it happened.

A flash of red hair was all it took for your body to start quivering.

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“So that was a vampire?” You were changing back into clothing, your other stuff shredded in the shift. “I thought they would look… less human?” Your nose scrunched up when you thought about the vampire stench that came off the one they called Victoria.

You looked towards Paul who was tense with a capital T. He was mad that he didn’t sense her approach sooner, hating the fact that you were newly shifted and still had much to learn about being a wolf. What if something had happened to you? Luckily the red headed vamp disappeared when you and Paul started chasing her, the pack had followed behind in a second, your link alerting them to the threat nearby.

You walked closer to him, scared that he might be too angry. His back was rippling and his muscles tensed. Your small warm hand reached up to touch the space between his shoulder blades and it was like magic. In an instant he relaxed as invisible electrical current crackled between your skin.

He turned slowly and looked down at you, his gaze warm and calm when he looked into your eyes. He took your hand and pulled you into him, your bodies colliding in a much needed embrace, his chin resting on the top of your head. You sighed and snuggled your face into his toned chest as his arms came around you like a cocoon of safety.

“Yes Y/N, that, was a vampire. The only reason she’s here is because of the fucking Cullens and their pet project.” You felt his jaw tense on the top of your head, your hands rubbing small circles on the lower part of his back.

“What do you mean their pet project?” You hadn’t found out about Bella yet and her involvement with the Cullens. Vampires were your natural enemy now, but some part of you still found it romantic that a blood sucking demon fell in love with a human. A human that you didn’t really know, had only met in passing when she was little and used to visit the Blacks. Since then, you’d never seen her again, but by the sounds of things, you’d be seeing her very soon.

Sam had agreed to helping the Cullens. The pack had a treaty with them but it was unheard of for Wolves and Vampires to help each other, at least that’s what you were told anyway, you were still trying to wrap your head around the fact that when you got angry a bushy tail would maybe appear.

Alice, one of the Cullens, could see the future? Honestly things were still feeling like a dream. Anyway, she could see the future and had a vision of a big bad newborn vampire army appearing from the watery depths below and invading forks. Naturally the Cullens would have handled it on their own if they could, but the numbers predicted were too many and they needed help. That’s where you guys came in. They would never see you coming.

“So were going to learn how to fight these newborns?” Paul had sat down while giving you the lowdown, his arms never leaving your waist, he just plopped you on his knee instead. You felt him tense again.

“Paul if you tense anymore you’re going to break a bone.” Your fingers found the back of his head, playing with and twisting the dark hair at the nape of his neck.

“You’re not going to learn to fight anything.” That made you halt your finger twirling. You looked at him with a scowl and he raised an eyebrow as if saying “try me.”

“Im a wolf like the rest of you now, just because i’m your soulmate doesn’t mean I shouldn’t know how to defend myself or learn how to.. you know… be a frikin wolf! What if you weren’t around and some vampire came about and boom, Y/N doesn’t know how to defend herself, then what?” You stood up from his lap, pacing slightly in front of him.

“I’ll never leave your side so you don’t have to worry about that babe.” That made your heart flutter but also angered you at the same time.

“As much as I love that Paul, it’s not realistic, what if Sam sends me off with other members of the pack or what if something comes up and you’re just not around? You can’t guarantee that you’ll always be around.” You watched Paul huff. Actually huff life a child would when they were told off.

“Awh come on you big baby, i’ll be fine!” You were interrupted by Sam and Emily coming through the door, Quil, Embry and Jake following behind, Leah coming in seconds after the rest.

“Who’s fine where, what?” Leah grabbed a cookie from a bowl Emily put out, she still want gotten over the feeling of betrayal when Sam left her to go to Emily, but you thought you saw a glimpse of… something there. Maybe she was getting used to being around them and the guys more. You’d like to think it would help now that you’d be around too, she had a confidant, a shoulder to lean on. You’d have to talk to her after, when you were both alone, find out if she was okay with everything going on. It’s not exactly like you could help it, but still, you wouldn’t be a good friend if you didn’t at least check in.

“Nothing, Paul is just worried about me learning to fight with the rest of you guys, you know, for the big, impending doom of the vampire army.” Sam frowned.

“I have to admit, I kinda agree with Paul on this one.” Leah stopped munching on her cookie when Sam finished his sentence. Embry and Quil looked around awkwardly and Jake wasn’t really paying too much attention.

“The training starts in two days and you’ve only just turned for the first time today, it might be too early for you to gain control over your wolf.”

You couldn’t believe Sam was siding with Paul. What the hell was the point of you turning and being chosen to be a Wolf, being told you’d have to give up everything you’d been working towards, for you to then be told you can’t fight and do what the fuck you were designed to now do.

“This is bullshit. I was perfectly fine being a normal girl, studying, working towards something I’d been dreaming of my whole life. Now this happens and you tell me i’m not ready. Whatever.” Leah stood at the same time you did, you heard Paul’s chair scrape back.

“Babe come on, it’s not like that.” You glared at him.

“Then what’s it like Paul, because i’m sure if I was a guy and didn’t have an imprint and the roles were reversed, i’d be training with the rest of you, newly shifted or not.” You grabbed your phone and house keys and made your way to the door, Leah walking beside you, most likely knowing exactly how you felt.

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The next morning you woke to 20 missed calls and 40 texts, mostly from Paul a couple from Sam, one from Emily and even one from Jake. You snorted as you turned over in bed, noticing Leah sprawled out like a starfish, mouth hanging open, hair in every direction. Same old Leah.

You opened the message from Emily, wondering what she would have to say, she wasn’t someone you’d really spoke to before because of the whole love triangle but she seemed nice.

“I spoke to Sam about how unfair it was for you to miss out, all sorted ;)” .. what the hell did that mean?

Then you read the messages from Sam. “Training starts tomorrow at 8am, don’t be late, sorry about what happened the other day, i’m not used to having a pair of imprints in the pack.”

You could see where he was coming from. As the leader it was probably hard to always please everyone and Sam was obviously siding with Paul because he’d been part of his pack longer, friends when they were younger and he knew what it felt like to have the need to protect your mate. Still, they would just have to get used to it.

Leah soon woke and then left, pack duties. You would be put on duties soon enough, but first, you needed training. So that left you with a day of doing nothing, well, that was until you heard a knock on your.. bedroom window?

You grabbed the first thing that was closest to you for protection, a hairdryer. You hadn’t opened your curtains yet so couldn’t see what horror awaited, what if that red headed vamp followed you, but wait, wouldn’t you smell her? Or are your abilities not heightened enough yet? You got closer to the window when there was a knock again. The closer you got the happier you felt. Frikin Paul. Curtains pulled back, balcony door opened, your soulmate stumbled through wearing nothing but shorts.

“Babe, you’re a werewolf, were you seriously going to attack me with a hairdryer?"

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