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Midnight - Walter Deville x Reader - Oneshot

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The moon will sing a song for me; I loved you like the sun, Bore the shadows that you made With no light of my own I shine only with the light you gave me I shine only with the light you gave me

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Walter sipped at his glass of blood wine, his gaze boredly scanning the crowd of his followers before landing on his two wives. They were conversing with their families, Lucy bright-eyed as usual while Viktoria almost looked bored; she was always bored when there was no bloodshed.

Walter huffed slightly, checking his watch. It was nearly midnight. Nearly that time. He finished off his drink and handed it off to a butler, walking over to his wives and bidding them goodnight. Lucy did the same with a bright smile, taking his arm and squeezing it lightly before she was pulled off to the dance floor as the jazz band began to play, while Viktoria just nodded.

Every year, Walter would always excuse himself early, on this very day, right before midnight; be it at a party or a simple dinner between the three (once four). To do what? Viktoria didn’t know, she was curious on what her husband of 500 years was doing but he was very closed off about-whatever he did.

But Walter took her nod as acceptance and turned, leaving the party with calculated steps, looking up to see the full moon, nearly gold in its shine as it rose higher in the sky. He checked his watch again. Five minutes. Just five minutes left.

As soon as he stepped into the manor, he practically broke into a sprint, not a soul seeing him as everyone, including the staff, was outside at the party. He rushed to his room, shoving open the dark wood door and locking it behind him as soon as it closed. Not a living being but him would be allowed in this room until the sun rose.

His shoulders dropped as he saw the first beam of moonlight ghosting across the floor of his room, slowly growing against the expanse of the floor. It’s cold and blueish-gold gleam calmed him. He checked his watch. Two minutes.

Walter took a deep shuddering breath, one a human might take when fearful, or anxious. He shed his black suit jacket, threw it on his bed, and walked over to his glass pane balcony doors. He rolled up his sleeves before he pushed away the curtains and opened the doors, letting the moonlight fully into the room, its gentle beams caressing his face.

One minute.

Walter turned his back, walking a few feet away from the balcony doors and sitting down in the direct moonlight, closing his eyes as he faced the rising moon. He took a deep breath, letting his head fall between his shoulders; waiting for midnight to arrive.

30 seconds.

His heart felt alive again, beating harshly against his chest in anticipation.

12 seconds.

His mouth felt so dry, his hands shaking; he had waited a long year for this day, just as he had the last year, and the year before that, and the year before that.

5 seconds.

He had done this for nearly 1500 years, since before he became a creature of the night, an immortal being. And each year, it was the same thing.

Midnight.

The moonlight seemed to turn gold. Wind wisped into the room, soft footsteps suddenly walking towards him from the balcony. Walter kept his eyes closed, but his breathing picked up, his fingers twitching as the person got closer. Soft hands took his cheeks and he tilted into them, his chest falling in a long sigh.

“Hello, my dear” the person whispered, their voice like a breeze and the moon; their soft lips pressing against his forehead. “Right on time, just as always” they laughed gently, their thumbs pressing against the corners of Walter’s eyes. “look at me my love, please”

Walter fluttered his eyes open, tears burning at the corners as he looked upon the woman that stood before him, dressed in practically glowing folds of white and gold, a delicate moonstone diadem placed upon her forehead.

He whispered her name, like it was a prayer to the moon, its goddess.

You.

“(y/n),” he gasped quietly as you smiled and pressed your forehead to his, thumbs rubbing the curves of his cheeks. “you came.” You just giggled, that smile on your lips that he never wanted to leave, so full of fondness and love for him.

“Did you doubt I would? I haven’t missed a day in all these years” You said softly, finally sitting down with him; resting your head against his chest and holding him close, his arms wrapping around your shoulders, his thumb rubbing your exposed shoulder. “Less doubt, more, I still can’t believe you would visit me.” Walter muttered, closing his eyes again and resting his head on yours, breathing in your scent. It was hard to place-you used to smell like blackberries and a dark forest- now; you smelled like-at least closest to- the pull of the ocean and fog before the sun rose.

He didn’t mind it, but…he missed your scent, your old one. It reminded him of better days, when he was able to visit you every single day and night, and not have to wait for this one particular night at midnight.

The anniversary of your death, the only day you were granted the gift to walk among men. The only day he was able to see you. He always felt your presence, could get glimpses of you in a mirror, feeling your hands ghosting across his skin when he bathed in moonlight.

But today was the only day he could hold you, speak to you and finally get a response, to love you as he wished.

You huffed at his words “You think yourself not deserving? Darling, I have told you time and time again,” you pulled back from his chest, your thumbs moving to rest on his chin and bottom lip; gazing into his ever-blue eyes. “Nothing you do will make you underserving of my love”

Walter sighed wistfully, smiling up at you as you moved to sit on your knees, your hands cupping his jaw and cheeks. “How I ever got a chance with you, I will never know” Walter muttered, remembering how you had met; clumsy teenagers, the daughter of the village priest, and the orphaned street rat. Many called him fake in his love for you, saying he was only after your fortune and looks.

And that was true, at the start, but he had soon been entranced by you; the way you looked in the moonlight when you had snuck out with all the other teens for a forest party, the laughter on your lips when he had fumbled over his words as he attempted to compliment you (back then, he wasn’t as smooth as he was now, but now he had over 1500 years of practice). Somehow the good daughter of the priest had taken his caged heart and taught him to love and trust again, then willingly unlocking the cage for her to enter.

You laughed at the memories you surely shared with him, your lips on his nose “I saw behind your mask of iron, you were only protecting yourself, and just as I did back then; I will form my truth about you beyond the words of those who do not truly know you”

Walter sighed, letting his head rest in your hands; knowing he could always trust you to hold him when he couldn’t hold himself up anymore. “You are too kind my love,” Walter whispered, pressing his lips into your palm. “too kind for a monster like me”

You shook your head, nearly kissing him as you leaned towards his face “You were never, and will never be a monster to me; you saved me so many times. From my father, from myself; someone who does that-is not a monster. Not to me.” Walter huffed out a chuckle through his nose, tilting his head up just so as your lips graced his, the warmth of you flooding his long-frozen soul.

His hands found yours, holding them gently as he moved his lips against yours in a dance he had begged to perform for the last year, just as he had for the years before that; he could still remember the first time your lips touched his own.

You were stupid teenagers, holding hands as you ran through the moonlit forest away from the party; giggling from the wine and fermented berries. You danced and laughed, his hands on your waist as you held his neck, nose brushing his jaw. He looked into your eyes, and you looked into his; glancing down at his lips before you leaped into him, your hands tangling into his hair as he nearly buckled at finally kissing you.

Something he thought would only exist in his dreams, because who would accept the orphaned boy, the unruly teen who held the name of the Devil; with the daughter of a man of god, a girl whose hand had been promised to another?

And yet she chose him, you chose him. He had thought that all those years of being ignored by god, his prayers unanswered, had all been attended to at that moment, his hands on your face and yours on his neck as he leaned you against a boulder; his lips traveling your skin like something to be treasured.

And yet, only four years later, at the tender age of 21; you were gone. War had ravaged the land you lived on; he had been forced to fight. The battle had found your village, and he stumbled upon it to find you screaming his name; only for your throat to be slit.

He remembered screaming, tears and blood streaming down his face as he watched you fall to the ground, looking right at him; that love still bright in your eyes. He had killed the man who took you from him with all too much ease; everyone called him a Devil. The speed and ferocity with which he had ended the battle after that, had-according to them-been terrifying.

He had just been fighting for you, for what was left of your family. Your father gazed upon him with cold-yet somehow thankful-eyes. He finally understood the love you had for the Deville boy, and the love he had for you.

But he didn’t care anymore…you were gone, buried beneath your favorite willow tree, Walter’s sword-Harrison-his name back then-marking your grave-the moon hilt still gleaming to this day.

You had always loved the night, the moon especially, you had drawn its designs and stages over and over in your sketchbook. When he had been called to battle, and risen through the ranks; soon had he been asked what he would like for the design of his armor and sword.

A crescent moon, he had said, for that was one of your favorite forms of the moon. And he wanted to keep you with him when he was so far away. Now, that sword marked where your body rested, the village had long ceased to exist, famine had wiped it out. Your grave and the forest surrounding it were the only hints to it left.

He first visited it every year, upon the time of your death. May 22nd, 3:29 pm. One time, he ended up there all too early, on May 21st, 11:55 pm.

And as he sat in front of your grave, under the full moon, its gleam slowly turning gold as the minutes ticked by. He gazed down at your sketchbook, running his fingers along the traces of your artwork, finding one of himself within the back pages.

And when midnight came, he felt familiar arms curl around his chest, a pair of hands he had mourned over grabbing the fabric of his shirt. “Hello, my love” you had whispered, and Walter turned, seeing you; smiling at him as if you never left. You were different than you had been three years before. But you still had that look of love in your eyes; for him.

Walter had been 24 then, but you looked as if death had never touched you, frozen in age; just as beautiful, maybe even more. You looked like a goddess, bathed In the moon's glow. He had broken down in your arms, sobbing as he felt your touch for the first time in three years.

That became a routine. He would return to your grave each year, just before midnight of the day of your death, and wait; closing his eyes as the moon turned to gold, and your hands held his face.

And he would have you, finally have you; to hold, to love, to have. Until the sun rose. You would kiss him one last time, tell him to be good, and you would disappear as the sun rose upon the horizon.

1500 years, 1500 of this tradition. Soon into it, he learned that he didn’t have to be at your grave for you to visit. All he had to do, was sit in the moonlight. It wouldn’t matter where he was, you would always find him.

He remembered the first time he visited you as a vampire, it had been just after he destroyed the country that invaded your home, after he killed the king that demanded your murder. (not really, but he had ordered the death of your land nonetheless.) you almost looked…disappointed, and he asked why you were, wouldn’t you want for him to live forever? To be strong enough to never die? To take revenge and protect your home?

“I can only visit you once a year my love, yes I can see you, and speak to you in dreams; but until you take your final breath-we cannot be truly together. I do not wish for you to die, but I do not want you to fear your death. My arms are forever open to your soul Harrison. You will not be dammed to hell, but welcomed to my realm of night.”

You spoke so elegantly that night, a trait of the blessed Walter supposed. He did believe your words, that when, or if, he did die; he would join you, not go to hell as so many people, including your father, claimed he would. But-…he really had no answer for this, but he didn’t know why-he feared death so suddenly, why he was so stubborn to be powerful, to be strong enough to topple nations.

Even to this day, he didn’t have an answer…the easiest one was, he was just scared. He didn’t know why he was, but he supposed everyone feared death, some were just-more easily accepting of it.

Walter’s breath caught in his throat at all the memories, memories that always seemed all too fresh upon each midnight of May 22nd. You gazed into his eyes, smiling softly. At some point, you had moved him to lie down in the moonlight, allowing you to rest next to him, your head on his chest. “Soon I have to find a new bride” Walter muttered; eyes locked on the golden moon that slowly disappeared behind the doorway of his balcony.

You just hummed. You did not wish for him to die, but you wished for him to live his life as if he was human. He was now only sitting here, complacent, waiting for blood and stuck in one place. During the first 200 years of his, new role; you watched as he explored the world, tasted the culture of everything, enjoying his newfound eternal life.

You wished you could be with him, or him with you; but the first was impossible on any other day than today, and the 2nd meant his death. Either way, maybe your-involvement, would bring life back to…well his life. He was bored, you could tell; he ate, drank, did business, met with the three families, entertained his now two wives, and talked to you at night.

There wasn’t much more to it than that. And when you were teens, just barely getting to know each other; he had dreamed to explore the world and all its riches. He wanted to live, to live comfortably, to not worry about where his next meal would come from, to be free.

And now, he had practically chained himself to a life of solitude. And he hardly realized it, the chains of the life of the poor orphaned Deville boy he had tried so hard to break, had only been replaced with those of Lord Deville, of a man who was getting bored of his own existence.

Of a man whose only love had died when they were young, and could only see once a year.

You sighed, pressing a kiss to his jaw, closing your eyes as he held you close. Sunrise was in only a few hours, dwelling on the past and the uncertain future would do you no good in enjoying your limited time with your love.

Your time together was quiet, and comfortable. Nothing more than star-crossed lovers meeting on a brisk clear night filled with stars and galaxies.

All too soon, to both of you, sunrise came. You sat up as the first glimpse came across the horizon. “time to go” you whispered, turning back to Walter as he slowly sat up, looking into your eyes. He didn’t want you to leave. “until next time my dear, be good” you kissed him one last time, and as the sun gleamed into the room, you were gone.

He could still feel your presence, but he couldn’t see you, or feel your touch on his skin. That would have to wait until the moon gleamed upon the manor next year at midnight. “until next time” Walter whispered, resting his chin in his palm and pressing his fingers to his lips, already wanting to kiss you again. “until next time.”

-

His ears rung painfully, fire spreading across his skin, his arm pulsing as his blood poured onto the blazing marble floor. everything hurt, so badly; like his entire being was being burnt by the cruel fires of hell.

He took his last screaming breath, and everything went black, the heat of the fire slowly ebbing away until it was replaced by a cool comfortable breeze.

Accompanied by blackberries and dark forest. He took a deep breath, suddenly feeling lighter than air, and so much more alive than he had in the last 1502 years. He felt soft hands on his jaw, and he curled his hands around their wrists, opening his eyes to see; you.

Smiling down at him like he still deserved the love you had for him. “Hi” Walter whispered, closing his eyes again as you leaned down to kiss his forehead. “Hi” you whispered back, helping him sit up, and sitting down next to him; the two of you were surrounded by a familiar forest, a willow tree bathed in moonlight hanging above.

“Guess I’m dead now eh?” Walter muttered, resting his forehead on your shoulder, letting his shoulders fall and finally relax. He thought he would be a bit more…peeved, cheated maybe; at his death, but instead, he felt a release, relief even. You hummed in confirmation, running your hands through his hair and your nails down his neck and spine; chuckling at the shivers that followed your hand.

“so” Walter sighed looking up at the full moon, gold in its glow. “what-what do you do? In here?” you smiled, taking his hand and pulling him up to stand. “(y/n)?” in a whirl of colors and stars, you were suddenly on a moonlit beach, the waves gently crashing against the shore. Walter whispered your name, his eyes wide as he took in the sight.

“I am not bound to one place, just as I was able to visit you every night, but unable to be seen or heard; I can travel the world however I like, it must simply be night” you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his waist, sighing happily as his arm took your hips.

“we can go wherever we want” Walter muttered, his eyes scanning the horizon. He had so many places he wanted to go, with you; places he had visited before and knew you would like-but were unable to see because you weren’t really there with him.

But now, now you had true eternity, together.

Finally together.

Walter turned to you with a smile, taking your chin and kissing you deeply, the moonlight silhouetting your bodies as you curled into his arms.

Finally together.

-end-

 fuck i love how this turned out so much-Walters lore for this piece is hella different than ouad, clearly, but yeah-inspired by fear street 1666, the moon will sing, and ghost/goddess lover tropes. 

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Cursedtales Collections—La Luna Chapters: { Trick or Treat }

—Vampire Duke Gojo Satoru X Vampire Reader

❦︎ Précis:

"You got your cookie. Now I want mine." He drops a butterfly-soft kiss on the hollow of your collarbone before traveling down to your thighs.

❦︎ Genre: vampire, fantasy, royalty

❦︎ WC/CW/TW: (1.2k)/ blood, biting, blood-sucking, Grand Duke being an opportunistic hungry vampire, Grand Duke and his subtle love languages

❦︎ A/N: Don't ask me about Lycan Sukuna's Halloween, I might end up feeding him to the dogs instead—Grey,

"Trick or Treat?" You crouched down with the chamberkeepers who were busy doing jobs.

"M-My Lady, please, let me get you a chair. No need to crouch down. The soot might get onto you." One of the maids was alarmed seeing you crouch down with them and possibly hurting yourself in any way possible. Who knows if the Master is in a lousy mood and fired them because you got hurt in any way possible? The eldest maid sighed.

"I'm fine, anyway. What's a trick or treat?" You stopped her. Satoru's overprotectiveness of you seems to have rubbed into everyone in the Ducal Palace.

"Oh, it's a human tradition, where kids go around with a basket, asking people..." The younger maid explained to you, and everyone else seems to know such a thing except you, who was once a human.

So here you are, holding a basket, walking over to a particular room at the far end of the East Wing.

It's a strange concept for you. As far as memory goes, you have never left the snowy mountains, and the sight of other humans that wandered through the vast plains of snow is tragically zero until Satoru came. As for His Grace, the chamber keepers already told you he has never once shown interest in such festivities, even when he was a child, so it's unlikely for him even to know such human traditions.

That's quite something Satoru would do. You thought. You can imagine some kid approaching him exclaiming a trick or treat, only to be shot down by his icy glare. You covered your mouth as you chuckled. Indeed, that's something that will happen. However, you're curious about his reaction if it was you.

You knocked, a single and double tune which you have grown accustomed to, and almost everyone knows that tune of knock can only be from you.

You tried to knock a second time, but the door opened, and before you could speak, you were drawn into a tight embrace. A soft sigh lingered in your neck as an arm wrapped around your waist. Perhaps minutes passed or a few more until he spoke.

"Everyone seems to be busy and making a lot of noise. It's making my ears hurt." Satoru pulled you into his office and closed the door. His eyes surveyed you, and you couldn't miss the slight raise of his brow when his eyes landed on the basket in your hand.

"Trick or Treat!" You exclaimed before your mate could speak and pushed the basket towards him.

A poignant pause passed. You couldn't see his reaction because, for some reason, you don't know you closed your eyes.

"... Well, aren't you supposed to open your eyes?"

You looked up to Satoru, a bit embarrassed as you sheepishly laughed and brought the basket back, clutched to your chest. Gosh, you should've known better than to—

You felt the basket sink a little. Satoru retracted his hands and hummed.

"Why did you take the basket back?" He asks.

Inside the basket is a pack of cookies, oddly shaped like a kitten...

You looked up to him in surprise. His Grace shrugged and softly pushed your shoulders to direct you to the couch.

"What's with the surprised face, Kitten?" Satoru chuckles. "Afraid to eat the cookies?"

He's just teasing you. He sat across you, putting the pack of cookies on your palm while taking away the basket and setting it on the table. His hand took your feet, removing your shoes while softly massaging your ankles on his lap.

"So you actually know what a Trick or Treat is, Your Grace."

His Grace incredulously snorted at the remark. He raises a brow at you.

"Do I look that old not to know such childish pranks?"

"Well, you are old!" You giggled as you tried the cookies that tasted divine. Small chirps of delight fluttered from your lips as you made sure not to waste a crumb.

Unfortunately for you, you missed the dangerous glint from His Grace's eyes at the way you bite on that cookie and the way you are unconsciously making those heavenly sighs and munching.

"Oomph!"

The next thing you know is that you're pinned down on the couch. Your mate's breath lingered over your neck while his hand slowly bunched your skirt up to your waist, revealing your supple thighs to his glowing eyes.

"You got your cookie. Now I want mine." He drops a butterfly-soft kiss on the hollow of your collarbone before traveling down to your thighs.

"W-Wait! That's not a cookie!" How could you not ever learn? You gasp, feeling the way his bared fangs drag across your sensitive inner thighs, teasing you with the tingling sensation. Satoru removed his gloves so he could caress the back of your legs, kneading your full, velvety thighs as he nipped and sucked on them until you writhed underneath his touch.

Satoru chuckled and kissed the bite mark from last night that had yet to disappear.

"You are sweeter than any candy..."

"Ngh!"

His sharp fangs sink into your inner thighs. It was mind-numbing how his tongue lapped up any trickle of blood that tried to escape from him. He moaned at how sweet and full your blood tasted on his palate, filling in his greedy thirst as he kept sucking and lapping up in your thighs. The gasps and moans you added were more than enough to entice him even more in teasing you with his soft kisses between his licks.

Through your half-lidded eyes, you could see the grin on His Grace's lips as he licked the last of your blood. His bite mark closed up, leaving but two faint marks of his fangs to remind you how he just enjoyed his treat.

His Grace wipes the droplet of your blood from the corner of his lips and sucks on it one last time before pulling up his clothes, exposing to you his glorious body, rigid muscles, and enticing veins tracing his body hardened by battle scars like art. His thumb softly brushed through your cheeks as you panted sweetly underneath him. He can't help but chuckle and kiss the tip of your nose in silent adoration. His arms flex as he cajoles your tired body to sit on top of his lap.

"C'mere, Kitten, I'll feed you something sweeter."

Needless to say, His Grace has a different kind of Trick or Treat tradition engraved in his mind. Consequently, the chamber keepers got a generous raise after that Halloween season...

—GreyCaelum,

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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Pick-A-Pile: Moon & Stars | Aspects of Compatibility Between You & Your Future Spouse's Natal Charts

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🔮Disclaimer: This reading is for entertainment purposes only. Tarot readings are based upon my intuitive interpretation of the cards and about possibilities based on your current energy. Energy is forever changing and nothing is set in stone. Always remember, you have your own free will to make whatever decision you feel is best.

🔮How I read: I use a mix of tarot cards, oracle cards, along with my intuitive abilities of claircognizance, clairaudience, and clairsentience.

🔮How this works: Close your eyes and take deep breaths, pick the pile you are most drawn to. If you aren’t drawn to any pile then that’s okay, these messages aren’t for you.

Pile 1

Tarot Cards: 4 of Swords, The World, 8 of Swords, Page of Wands (in reverse), and 5 of Wands.

Oracle Cards: 4th House: Home & Family, Libra: The Beautiful Mind, On Sunday.

Welcome, my Pile 1's. Let's dive deep and explore what the cards have to say about the compatibility between you and your future spouse's natal charts. Starting with the 4 of Swords, it suggests a need for rest and retreat. In regards to compatibility, it signifies that you both will find comfort and solace in each other's presence. A sense of peace will prevail when you two are together.

Moving onto The World, this card is all about completion and fulfillment. It suggests that you will find a sense of wholeness with your future spouse. You might have different backgrounds or perspectives, but together, you form a complete picture. You compliment each other and that's something truly special.

As for the 8 of Swords, this card often represents a feeling of being trapped or restricted. However, in the context of your future compatibility, it signifies that both of you will help each other overcome personal fears and limitations. You both will act as each other's catalyst, pushing one another towards growth and self-improvement.

The Page of Wands in reverse indicates a certain level of immaturity or impatience. This suggests that there might be occasional conflicts due to a lack of maturity or understanding. However, with the 5 of Wands in the spread, it indicates that these conflicts will be resolved through communication and mutual respect.

The Oracle cards further paint a picture of your compatibility. The 4th House: Home & Family card suggests that family will play a significant role in your relationship. Libra: The Beautiful Mind adds another layer, hinting at a strong intellectual connection between you two. Lastly, 'On Sunday' suggests that your bond will be characterized by a sense of peace, tranquility, and a slower pace of life.

In conclusion, my dear Pile 1's, your future spouse is someone who will complement you in every way. While there might be occasional conflicts, you both will find a way through them. Your relationship will be based on peace, intellectual connection, and family values. So, keep your heart open and let the magic of love weave its spell. After all, it's all about finding that perfect harmony in the dance of love.

Pile 2

Tarot Cards: 9 of Wands, Ace of Swords, The Tower (in reverse), Knight of Wands, and The Magician.

Oracle Cards: 12th House: Spirituality & Art, 7th House: Love & Partnership, 3rd House: Communication & Interaction.

My dear Pile 2's, let's delve into the mystical realm of your future spouse's compatibility with you. The 9 of Wands card is our first clue, suggesting a bond that can withstand the test of time. You both are resilient, standing strong in the face of adversity. Challenges may come, but together you can handle anything.

Next, the Ace of Swords presents itself, symbolizing a relationship rooted in truth and clear communication. Intellectual stimulation and honesty are key themes in your connection. Your future spouse will be someone who values communication as much as you do, leading to a bond that is transparent and filled with clarity.

The Tower card, in reverse, signals a turnaround from a rocky phase. This tells me that while there may be initial hiccups or misunderstandings, these will be resolved, leading to a stronger and more stable relationship. It's almost as if these trials come to strengthen your bond, not break it.

The Knight of Wands suggests an energetic, passionate connection. There's a lot of movement here, perhaps indicating travel or shared adventures. This energy, when combined with The Magician card, speaks of a relationship that's full of potential and creativity. You both will have the power to manifest your desires and create the life you dream of together.

The Oracle cards further add depth to this narrative. The 12th House: Spirituality & Art implies a shared interest in the esoteric or artistic avenues. You may find common ground in spirituality or creative expression, strengthening your bond further. The 7th House: Love & Partnership confirms a deep love-based relationship, while the 3rd House: Communication & Interaction reiterates the importance of open dialogue and mutual understanding.

In conclusion, my dear Pile 2's, your future spouse and you are set to create an energetic, passionate relationship. The cards speak of resilience, clear communication, and a bond that grows stronger with trials. A shared love of spirituality or art and an emphasis on partnership and communication will be your strengths. So, brace yourself for an exciting journey of love, growth, and shared adventures.

Pile 3

Tarot Cards: 10 of Swords, 8 of Wands, Knight of Pentacles, Queen of Pentacles, 3 of Pentacles, and Judgement.

Oracle Cards: Scorpio: The Mystic, 10th House: Career & Success, Sextile: Change & Opportunity

Greetings, my beloved Pile 3's! Let us embark on a mesmerizing journey into the mystical realm that your cards unveil. The 10 of Swords, the harbinger of transformation, reveals an enchanting path for your relationship. Embrace this card's message of endings and new beginnings. Fear not, for it signifies that you and your future spouse will evolve and flourish together, casting away old patterns and embarking on a wondrous voyage of mutual understanding and growth.

Now, behold the 8 of Wands, a card brimming with optimism and vibrant energy. It foretells rapid growth in your connection. Imagine the sparks igniting the moment you meet, a magnetic force drawing you closer. This immediate connection shall swiftly blossom into a profound and profound bond.

Let us not forget the Pentacle cards, the Knight, Queen, and 3 of Pentacles, which weave a captivating tale of stability and shared values. The Knight of Pentacles represents a steadfast and reliable partner, cherishing loyalty and hard work. This essence resonates with the Queen of Pentacles, a nurturing figure who values stability and security. The 3 of Pentacles further signifies a robust partnership built on common aspirations and mutual respect.

Ah, the final Tarot card, Judgement, a powerful symbol of realization and awakening. It signifies that your future spouse and you will deeply understand one another, unlocking a profound awakening that leads to personal and joint growth.

Now, let us delve into your Oracle cards. Behold Scorpio: The Mystic, a testament to the profound emotional bond and magnetic attraction between the two of you. The 10th House: Career & Success, a clear sign that your relationship will play a pivotal role in each other's professional achievements. And the Sextile: Change & Opportunity, perfectly aligned with the Tarot, promising a relationship adorned with opportunities for growth and transformation.

In conclusion, my cherished Pile 3's, your future spouse awaits in a realm of transformative passion. Together, you shall embark on a journey of mutual growth, understanding, and shared values. The cards whisper of a thrilling adventure, where rapid growth, abundant opportunities, and resounding success intertwine. Brace yourselves for an extraordinary voyage filled with love, magic, and boundless excitement!

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[snowywolf1005]

JOYBOY LUFFY X MOON GOD READER🌕☀️

#one piece x reader #joyboy luffy x god reader #luffy joyboy x reader #joyboy x reader #one piece joyboy #luffy joyboy #joyboy #one piece x goddess reader #joyboy luffy x moon God reader

[24kmar]

ᶜᵃᵇⁱⁿ ²²⁰

ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ ᵒᶠ ˢᵉˡᵉⁿᵉ

ˢᵐᵃʳᵗ, ᶜʰᵃʳⁱˢᵐᵃᵗⁱᶜ, ᴵⁿᵗʳᵒᵛᵉʳᵗᵉᵈ

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[flamencodiva]

Prologue

Description: Dean Winchester is slated to be the next Alpha of his pack. As with all Wolves, Dean is waiting to see who his mate is at 18. But when he doesn't find her within his pack, he wonders if he will ever have a mate at all. On the brink of going feral, Dean is sent away from his pack to search for his mate. He can only return once he's found her, or he must take on a chosen mate. Y/N is the daughter of the current Moon Goddess, Selene. Hidden from the mortal realm after an attack on the moon kingdom, Y/N has heard a lonely howl for the past ten years since she turned 18. When unexpected circumstances force her to leave her current home, will she be able to find the lonely wolf and help heal him?

Pairing: Shifter-Wolf!Dean Winchester x Shifter-Wolf!Female!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Benny Laffite, Castiel, Garth, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Bobby Singer, Henry Winchester (in flashbacks), Nick (Lucifer), OMC Luke, Jack, OMC Zack, and many more!

Word Count: 2105

Warnings (For entire fic): Violence, Language, Sexual Content (Smut of all kinds).

This A/B/O is more werewolf centered than A/B/O-centered. I hope you all enjoy the world I have created through this fic. All characters, unless stated otherwise, are shifter-wolf. It is a world/lore that I stumbled upon and found myself wanting to write.

Series Masterlist

Main Masterlist

The full moon was high in the sky as it shone down onto the pack gathering below. Sixteen year old Dean Winchester stood with other his age as their bodies bagan to shift. His bones began to break and rearrange as tufts of shiny grey fur began to appear. He groaned in pain as his family stood near him and encouraged him to not fight the change. 

‘Just breath son,” his father, John Winchester soothed. 

“Just take deep breaths and let your wolf take over, Dean.” 

His mother, Mary Winchester, had instructed. He could only nod as his face began to change. His nose and jaw elongated to grow a snout and he found himself on his arms and legs as they changed into paws. It didn’t take long before he competed his shift and allowed his wolf spirit, Shadow, take control. 

‘Woah,’ Dean said as his vision sharpened. 

“Let us celebrate our children and the emergence of their wolves!” John’s voice roared as everyone sexteen asnd older began shifting. 

The entire pack ran as one through the forest that was a part of their territory. Dean was at the lead with not just his parents but with the rest of the adults that made up his father and mother’s Alpha and Luna units. His best friend Benny Lafeitte was slated to be his Beta. Castiel Novak was to be his Gamma and the one to help calm and keep him intune with his Luna. And lastly Garth Fitzgerald III who would take on the Delta position.  

 The Silver Moon pack was one of the proudest and strongest packs in the area. John and Mary Winchester watched as their son rolled around in wolf form, playing with their second son, Twelve-year-old Sam. 

“The pups are growing up fast,” John said as he looked at his wife. 

“They are,” she sighed, placing her head on his shoulder, “do you think they’ll find good mates?” 

“I think so.” 

“Dean will have to start training with you as an Alpha,” Mary reminded him. 

“He’ll make a great Alpha, my love,” John turned his head to kiss the top of his mate’s, “look at how he is with Sam and his friends. He will make sure our Pack stays strong.” 

two years later, 

Dean fixed his hair again. Today he would find his mate. When pack members turned eighteen, they would be brought together at the pack house to find their mates. Essentially it became one big party. 

‘Gotta find mate,’ his wolf Shadow whined. 

“We will,” Dean chuckled, “besides, who knows, it might be that we already found and sampled our mate,” he wiggled his eyebrows. 

‘No mate, not yet. Can’t sense her,’ Shadow huffed. 

Dean rolled his eyes before turning to the door to see Sam leaning against the frame. 

“How come I can’t go!” he whined, “I mean, I know I haven’t shifted yet but why can’t I find my mate?” 

“Sam,” Dean placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “you have plenty of time. Besides, it’s only four more years. What’s your rush?” 

“I know, my mate,” the young teen said, shrugging his shoulders. 

“You do?” Dean raised his eyebrow at his brother, “who?” 

“Jessica Moore,” Sam whispered, lowering his head in embarrassment. 

“Jess? Your mate is Jess? How do you know?” Dean asked. 

“Swift could sense it.” 

“You know you can’t know for sure until you’re 18, Sam.” 

“But Dean, I’ve read in some of the books that some mates can sense they are mates before they’re 18. It’s not all that uncommon.”

“Sam,” Dean said giving his brother a warning glare. “You know the rules. You have to wait until your first shift and on the full moon of your 18th birthday to know for sure.” 

“Fine,” his little brother grumbled and threw himself on the bed. “Can you feel your mate near by?”

“No,” Dean admitted. “But who knows, she might have been hiding from me. Or, it just takes me and shadow the full moon to feel them.” 

Dean sighed as he watched his brother through is mirror as he continued to get ready. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. His brother’s wolf had already found his mate before he was eighteen. It wasn’t fair. Here he was, the future Alpha, and his mate had not surfaced. Or at least he couldn’t sense her in the pack. 

Meanwhile, his brother, barely of legal age, could already sense his mate. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. His wolf let out a whimper before Dean shook his head. 

“Then, in four years, you and Jess can make sure you belong together,” Dean cleared his throat, “this is a rite of passage, Sam. So hopefully, my mate is out there, and the Goddess Selene blesses me tonight.” 

With that said, Dean gave his brother’s shoulder a soft pat before making his way down the stairs of the packhouse. He could hear his mother ordering people around to prepare one of the large rooms. 

“No, no,” he heard her cry in frustration. 

“The food needs to be placed in the next room. The main room is for dancing and mingling.” 

“Mom,” Dean made his presence known, “don’t you think this is a bit… much?” 

“Nonsense,” she dismissed him, “not every day your eldest is of age to find his mate. Besides, you know I do anything for you boys.” 

“You really think I’m gonna find my mate tonight?” Dean huffed. 

“Why not? I saw you and Cassie were together three summers ago,” she pointed out as she continued to direct older pack members around the house to help set up. 

“But that doesn’t mean she’s my mate,” Dean shrugged, “how did you know dad was yours?” 

Mary blushed and turned to her son, “I just knew. And so did your father. Our wolves just felt this connection given to us by the Goddess.” 

“What if my mate isn’t here?” Dean asked, his fingers playing with a loose thread on his shirt. 

“Then she will find her way to you,” Mary placed her hands on either side of her son’s face, lifting his gaze to hers. “You will find your mate Dean. You just have to trust that the Goddess has a plan.” 

Dean nodded before taking her hands in his and giving his mother a kiss on her cheek. Turning away from the planning, he noticed Sam near their father’s study, his brother giving off a low growl. 

��What’s wrong, Sammy?” Dean whispered. 

“Dad’s got the council in there. I heard something about rogues near our border.” 

“What?” 

Dean stepped closer to the door, his senses tingling as he tried his best to use his wolf hearing. Much of what was being said was muffled, but he could make out a few words. He and many of his friends are mainly undergoing extra training in the next few weeks. 

“Do you think it’s Lucifer?” John sighed. 

“Is that what Nicks's runt is calling himself,” a voice called out, “Idjit.” 

Dean recognized the voice as Bobby Singer, one of the pack’s elders. Bobby had come to join their pack around the time his father, John, was just a young pup. He remembered his dad talking about Bobby being one of the best warrior trainers he had ever seen. Dean heard stories of Bobby having a son once, but the elder never liked to talk about it.  

“The rogues seem to be from Nick’s pack, and Luke seems to be leading the charge,” John sighed, “but all we can do is double that guard. Whatever he’s doing, we will need to find out.” 

“We need to beef up training, John,” Bobby sighed. “I’m too old for this.” 

John chuckled, “my dad trusted you, and our warriors are strong because of you. Benny is set to take over for Hypolite.” 

John’s heavy footsteps could be heard from the other side of the door. Dean could tell his father was worried. He only paced in his office when he needed to think of a solution to a problem. 

Dean and Sam continued to try and eavesdrop on the conversation when the door cracked open. 

“You know,” their father’s voice started them, “if you wanted to know what was going on, Dean, all you had to do was knock.” 

Dean stood up and gave his father a sheepish smile. 

“Well--” 

“Samuel,” John huffed, “you know better than to sneak around. If I wanted you to know, you would know.” 

“But dad! How come Dean gets to go to all the Alpha meetings? I’m an Alpha too!” 

John placed a gentle hand on his youngest son’s shoulder, “Dean is going to be Pack Alpha one day. He is of age. He’s been training for this just as you have. Right now, I need you to be a kid and enjoy not having to worry about his” 

“No fair. I can fight and be helpful!” Sam growled. 

“I know you can, pup,” John ruffled his youngest son’s hair. “I promise when the time comes, you can help. 

Sam frowned and stomped his way up the spiral staircase to his room, grumbling along the way. 

“He’s trying to grow up too fast,” John sighed. 

“He’ll get over it once he gets back into training mode,” Dean assured his father, “is it serious? The rogues on our borders?” 

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” John dismissed, “tonight you find your mate.” 

“Yeah,” Dean sighed as his father walked away, “if she’s even here.” 

The guests arrived with Dean hanging out with his friends, Benny Lafitte, Castiel Novak, and Garth Fitzgerald III. 

“Excuze me, Boyz,” Benny said as he pulled away from his friends, “seem’z Red and I have zeroed in on our mate.” 

“Already?” Castiel huffed, “how the --” 

Dean watched as Cas stopped talking and turned towards the front door. 

“I, um… I gotta--” 

Garth and Dean watched as Benny and Cas walked toward their mates. The couples seem to fall into easy conversation. 

“Don’t worry, Deano,” Garth gave the Alpha a slap on his back, almost making him choke on his drink, “I’m sure the next girl to walk in will be your--” 

Dean covered his face with his hands as Garth clumsily tripped over his feet at the next female that walked in. Garth had stumbled into not just the table the boys were standing by, but the following tables lined up with the front door. 

“Sorry, my bad!” Garth called out as he stumbled his way toward the female. 

As the night went on, Dean watched as his friends and peers paired off with their mates. It hurt that his own mate hadn’t shown herself yet. By the end, Dean was left alone, his head hung low as he walked towards the balcony overlooking the valley. 

The moon shone so brightly that its rays illuminated every corner of the pack's territory. Dean finished off the last of his drink before turning his gaze to the moon. Shadow could feel Dean’s pain. After all, he and Dean were one and the same. Their pain resonated so profoundly that Dean let Shadow take over as a mournful howl echoed through the sky. 

‘Goddess hear my plea,’ it seemed to say, ‘let my mate find me soon.’ 

Little did Dean and Shadow know that in the realm of the Moon Goddess, the goddess herself had heard his cry. 

“Dean Winchester,” she said, her voice a whisper as the howl echoed in the halls of her palace. “When the time comes, your mate will find you,” she said to the wind. “Strong heir of the Silver Moon Pack, your trials are just beginning. My Conor’s sacrifice to keep our daughter safe will not be in vain. I hope you can be patient.” 

She walked to her room, away from the enormous mirror in her chambers, where the reflection of Dean sank. 

This was to ensure the safety of her daughter, Y/N. The wolf, who claimed the name Lucifer, was no match for Conor's valiant efforts. The death of Selene's mate was ultimately felt by her. Her first concern was ensuring the safety of Y/N. Meeting Dean was still too soon for her. The young Alpha had to face his own struggles as her daughter trained. 

A second reflecting pool was entered by the moon goddess's palm. With her light, she extended her hand into a room that was otherwise dark.

Whispering to her daughter, "My little Y/N," she delicately gathered the stray hairs and placed them behind her ear. "For as long as it takes, I will shield you from harm. I can only pray that the web of destiny does not end in sorrow."

Chapter 1

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[sabo-has-my-heart]

I Found You Again

3. Spoiler alert! Chapter 1044/Episode 1071 Spoilers!!!!!!

"Nika!Luffy and fem!reader where reader is the moon goddess. In the legends, the moon goddess and the sun god Nika were lovers that seperated to help humanity. Before Luffy is awakened, he feels a strange bond toward reader and so does she. Reader always loves being by his side, even in battle, which leads to her joing the crew. After the battle with Kaidou, Luffy was seriously injured. However, Luffy's awakening also trigger reader's awakening. Reader turns into goddess form that helps healing Luffy. Seeing reader in that form, Luffy laughs and pulls her in for a kiss, saying that he now knows why he is attracted to her, she was his, all this time. Reader, crying as now finally reunited with him, returns his kiss."

Warnings: Chapter 1044/Episode 1071 Spoilers!!!!

Word Count: 1180

     Nika gave his beloved a smile, though his eyes were brimming with tears. He really didn’t want to separate, much less like this.

     “I love you Nika and I know we’ll find each other again. One as untamable and restless as you? I have no doubt you’ll look for me. Just be careful. The humans are more fragile than we are.” the goddess said, giving her white haired lover a kiss.

     “I love you too G/n, I promise I’ll find you. You’re the only one who I would be willing to be chained by and the one I trust most not to do so. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful. Besides, we’ll be making them strong, then they won’t be as fragile.” Nika gave her his usual sunny smile, followed by his little ‘shishishi’ laugh that always made her smile. She gave him one last kiss, before touching her forehead to his as they disappeared, heading to the earth below.

     He’d always felt close to you, from the moment he saw you, he felt something for you. Granted, he didn’t know what he felt for you, only that it was something. Almost immediately, he’d asked you to join his crew. No reason given, just ‘join my crew!’. The others hadn’t been sure what to make of it. Most of them had joined for a reason, but you weren’t a navigator, a sniper, a first mate, a cook, or a musician. You weren’t an archaeologist, a shipwright, or a doctor. You were a devil fruit user on an island they stopped by. Okay, sure, you wanted to go out to sea, you said you were searching for… something. You’d told them it was a meaning, a purpose to your life, but you still weren’t like the others. Sure, you were strong, and yeah, you could fight, but Luffy hadn’t even known that in the beginning. Just, ‘join my crew’. Of course Luffy loved being around you constantly once you’d joined. Whether it was playing games on the deck, talking about beetles or something one of you found interesting, sitting next to you during meals, or even just laying on the grass together in silence. Where one was, the other could be found. Fights were much the same unless Luffy was fighting a particularly difficult opponent, you were by his side and had each other’s backs. That being said, he always made sure your safety was a priority. Meaning if he thought the fight would be too much for you, he got you out of harm's way.

     Looking up at the top of the skull that made up Onigashima, you couldn’t help the horror that filled you. Luffy… you couldn’t hear him anymore. Couldn’t hear his heart. Tears ran down your cheeks, your beloved was gone. You didn’t even notice the sudden pounding that resonated throughout your body. He couldn’t be gone, yet there was nothing coming from the rooftop. Another pulse ran through your body as your eyes changed color. Even in your pain induced trance, you noticed the strange pulsing that resonated throughout your body. Not that you cared, not until the sound of drums reached your ears. Your hair began to float slightly as it lengthened, turning a silvery white like the moon. The drums seemed to pick up in beat and volume as you smiled. Somehow, he wasn’t dead, ignoring Kaido, you shot up to the roof, your new found powers sending you flying through the air as you smiled, landing beside a rather different Luffy. His hair and clothes were white and though he was still wounded, he smiled at you. Placing a hand on his cheek, you smiled. Your touch was cool but pleasant as his wounds stitched themselves closed, his smile widening. As soon as he was healed enough to move, he was tackling you and pulling you into a kiss.

     “Shishishi, I found you, G/n! Told you I would!” Luffy said with a wide grin, though he wasn’t entirely certain as to what he was saying. Your name was Y/n, not G/n and he’d never promised to find you to the best of his knowledge, but the words left his mouth before he could think about them, not that he would have anyway.

     “I suppose you did. Now if only I could convince you to be careful for once!” you teased, taking his face in your hands. Luffy could only give you his signature little laugh as he smiled at you.

     “I was careful, promise! Besides, you’re here so now I’ll always be okay! You always make me feel better!” he said, pulling you into an embrace. His eyes suddenly widened as he pulled away, remembering what was happening below, “Oh! I forgot about Kaido! Hang on! I need to finish my fight!” he said excitedly, making you laugh.

     “You are absolutely not doing this without me this time!” you said as Luffy reached down to grab Kaido. Though Luffy’s sudden transformation seemed to surprise the others, you found yourself oddly unphased by his new look and abilities as you stayed on the roof with him. You wouldn’t jump in unless he needed it, Nika had never needed your aid before. Your brow furrowed as you shook your head. Luffy, Luffy had never needed your help in a fight before. Where had Nika come from? The ‘fight’ didn’t take long, Luffy easily defeating Kaido before stretching his arms and pulling you close again, giving you that same sunny smile he always gave you.

     The both of you seemed to return to ‘normal’ as you stood atop Onigashima together, though it was clear Luffy was feeling rather drained.

     “Rest, my sunlight. You’d been through a lot tonight. Just as the moon watches over those who slumber away, I’ll watch over you as you sleep.” you said softly, gently lowering him to the ground and lightly forcing his head into your lap. It wasn’t even 5 seconds later that his snores filled the air, letting you watch over and protect him as he rested. Though you’d healed some of his injuries, he would still need a great deal of rest. Picking him up and putting him on your back, you carried him back down to the others, smiling when they gave you odd looks.

     “There’s no way to explain anything without sounding insane, just trust me that Luffy and I are alright and there’s no need for concern. He’ll need a few days of rest though. Awakening a devil fruit like his is… a strain on his body.” you said, as you all headed off of the ‘island’ that now sat not far from the flower capital. Turning your head, you smiled at your sleeping love. You were finally reunited, truly reunited. Though you still didn’t understand why your mind kept calling him Nika or why you felt like you’d just reunited when you’d been fighting your way up to the top together, you could figure it out later, all that mattered right now was that you were together and he was alive.

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[multific]

Made to be His

Khonshu x Reader

Summary: Love was one thing, but being born to be someone's was another.

The God of the Moon, as they called him, Khonshu was bored one day, talking to the only Gods who still looked his way he questioned one thing no God has ever.

"Why is it forbidden for us to love?"

This shocked the Gods. In their eyes, Khonshu should know. It wasn't just about the question of being immortal or not.

Gods were not allowed to fall in love. Especially not with mortals. Because they were Gods, they should be above mortals, set an example, and not falling in love.

In their eyes, love clouded the mind. And a God who is at the will of a human is easily manipulated. Which they couldn’t allow.

But the Goddess of Love, Hathor overheard Khonshu. She hated the God, and so decided to play the meanest prank on him.

Hathor made the perfect woman for Khonshu, she fit him perfectly. And to rub it in, even more, she not only gifted her with such beauty but she was also made half immortal.

And from then on, she just had to watch.

You were born a simple woman. Your mother and father took great care of you, you grew up with good values and you became a good part of society.

Yet, you felt as if you were one step in front of everyone, yet you felt like a piece of your heart was missing, like it was ripped from your heart.

Took you years to find that missing piece.

Once you went to Khonshu's temple and saw the statue, you knew, you were meant to serve this God.

Your relationship with Khonshu started when during a late night of prayer, a thief interrupted you and Khonshu saved you.

Khonshu knew the love he felt couldn't be, it shouldn't be. And yet, he loved you.

Your eyes mesmerized the God and could bring him to his knees. He knew he shouldn't but he loved you.

He tried to keep you from the Gods, keep your love for each other a secret. But of course, they found out.

Khonshu was rather surprised that the decision was only that he was banished from the Gods.

And you, you were banished from humans. you suffered greatly, you couldn't see your parents, siblings, or friends ever again.

Your punishment was to be with Khonshu, no matter what it took.

You didn't like to admit but even if it hurt, at least you had him, which made you happy.

The Gods hoped you'd blame Khonshu for it all and leave him.

But no one knew at that point that your longing for him was stronger than any other desire.

After all, Hathor forgot to give you the sense of hate towards Khonshu. He could try to kill you and you'd still love him.

It was messed up, but it was your life.

Eternity with the God of the Moon.

You liked his avatars, all of them different, Harrow was a strange one, always blaming Khonshu for things he has never done. Arthur Harrow was the only avatar of his who couldn't know about you.

Then came the broken mind of Marc Spector and his alters.

You liked them, all three were so interesting.

"Marc Spector, this is My Starlight, My Starlight, this is Marc Spector, my newest avatar."

"Nice to meet you."

He was stunned, he couldn't believe his eyes, he was sure he was in the presence of a Goddess.

And he was half right.

"Keep your eyes to yourself Marc, Steven and Jake! She is mine!"

Khonshu was scary, even Steven was a bit taken aback from that.

One day, the boys were out working in the Museum when Khonshu had to leave you at their flat.

He was rather reluctant to leave you, but after you reassured him, he did leave.

You fed the fish, made yourself some tea, even cleaned up the place a bit. Now, you sat on the windowsill, looking at London.

The world changed so much. You still remembered how it was back then.

"Oh, you are here." you heard a voice as the door closed. It was Steven with groceries in his hands, you went to help him. "Thank you."

"Khonshu left me here, he said it's safe. How was your day?"

"Pretty good, thank you. Oh, you cleaned up."

"Sorry, I got bored."

"No need to apologize, I-Thank you. It looks really nice."

"And I fed your fishies." you said as you saw he really did appreciate your help.

You sat back by the window, trying to be out of way. Steven sat down in front of you, you offered him a kind smile.

"Why are you with the bird? He calls you his wife and all."

"Hathor made me for him as a punishment. She hoped to make him suffer because she hated him so much. But, she created the exact opposite, I could never hate him. So, instead, she created a soulmate for him."

"Oh."

"Sounds crazy?"

"Crazy? No, a couple of months ago I thought Egyptian Gods were a myth and I had a Mercenary living in my head." you laughed a little.

"I like you three. You are interesting and handsome." you said and you saw as he looked away from you, embarrassed by the things you said. It made you laugh.

"Starlight?" the voice of Khonshu came as you stood up. "Let's go. Steven Grant, I won't need your services today, but tomorrow, be ready." he said as he grabbed you and you two disappeared.

"What are you doing Steven? He told you to stay away from her!" Marc said in his mind.

"I know, but she is so nice." Steven let out a sign, he was sure he was cursed, having crushes on married women, he had a serious problem.

You got home.

Home, an ancient temple, the same one you met him for the first time.

It was now your home for many decades.

"I told you not to speak to him Starlight."

"I know, but he's fun. Your last one was way too serious and a bit crazy, still handsome though."

Khonshu sat down in his usual chair, or throne as you often called it. You moved to sit on his lap, as usual.

"Handsome?"

"Not as handsome as you, My God." you said as you placed a kiss on his beak. His heart melted each time you did that. Kissing him, showing him love, care and affection. You were so good at that, keeping him calm and collected.

You gave him a sense of love which he never knew he needed yet deep deep down, he longed for.

Exactly the proof that you were made to be his.

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Moon Knight x half goddess reader

(Marc meets Khonshu’s daughter he never knew he had)

A loud noise stirred you from your slumber, you cringed and looked around seeing the usual dark cell walls.

It had been about three days since you’d been kidnapped.

You guessed they must have been human traffickers that were going to sell you.

Some of the men had said they were just waiting to sell you.

You heard foot steps and shook your head.

“No, they aren’t here. It’s not real, it’s just a nightmare.” You whispered to yourself holding your head and rocking back and forth.

“You’ve got the money.” You heard a voice say as you looked up to see one of the criminals and two new people.

One with an Irish accent and one small woman.

“Come on girl, don’t make this hard.” He said opening the cell, he came in as you cried in fear.

He yanked you up and handcuffed your hands together in front of you.

They pulled you out as you did your best to not cry.

They led you out of the awful place, you did your best to not look around at the other victims.

Finally you were outside, you shielded your eyes from the harsh light.

They directed you to a car as you saw the door open and a man step out.

“I’m sure these hand cuffs aren’t necessary.” He said as your eyes widened, the Irish man unrestrained you and you ran forward.

“Arthur!” You shouted running forward and hugging him, he chuckled and hugged you back.

“Y/N, I’m glad I found you.” He said as you let your tears stream freely.

“They hurt me.” You cried out as he ran his hand through your hair.

“I know, I’m sorry it took me so long.” He whispered as you hid your face on his chest.

Arthur was an old friend, well friend probably wasn’t the right word but it was the only thing that came close to describing what he was to you.

Once upon a time he was your fathers avatar. Khonshu wasn’t very fond of you, a half human half god that was his causing hadn’t been taken lightly from the gods.

He usually blamed you for your existence.

You escaped him after Arthur broke free of his grip, then you tried your best to live a normal life.

Normal wasn’t really an option though.

“A-Are you with Khonshu?” You whispered pulling away as he looked down at you.

“No, don’t worry. He’s nowhere near us. Let’s get you home okay?”

—

After a long car trip and a flight, you were in London with Arthur.

He told you that’s where he lived now.

You were beyond exhausted but he insisted on showing you his new home and what he had built.

“You’re a follower of Ammit?” You questioned as you walked through the small village with your arm linked with Arthur’s.

“Yes, were you ever fortunate enough to meet her?” He asked as you shook your head.

“No, she was imprisoned before I was born. You replied making him nod in response.

He explained his plan to you, if you were being honest you didn't agree with it.

But in life you’d learnt to just keep your mouth shut.

Arthur made sure you’d had enough to eat before he showed you to where he slept, there was a room across from his luckily.

“Get some rest, I’ll come get you in the morning.” He said before leaving you alone.

You sighed and collapsed onto the bed, you thought you’d escaped all of this shit.

Some part of you questioned if Arthur had always been keeping tabs on you.

You couldn’t be bothered to question, you just wanted to sleep.

—

You woke the next morning before Arthur was awake, you decided to sneak out and go for a walk around the village.

“This is where Khonshu said he would be.” You heard a voice say as you quickly hid behind a building.

You peaked out to see a short brunette man walking around.

You looked up and saw the last being you wanted to see.

Your father.

“Marc, I sense…” Khonshu muttered before you stepped out to face him.

“Hey, it’s okay. Not looking for trouble I just need a bit of help finding someone.” The ‘Marc’ person said as you looked up to your father.

“Nice avatar.” You grumbled as Marc looked at you in shock.

“What the fuck?” He muttered as you looked up at your father with anger.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked Khonshu as he looked down at you.

“It doesn’t concern you, worm.” He growled as you rolled your eyes.

“Is someone going to tell me what’s happening here?” Marc growled looking back and forth between the both of you.

“Why am I not surprised you haven’t told your own avatar about your daughter.” You muttered looking back at Marc who looked at you in shock.

“You have a fucking kid!?” He shouted looking back at Khonshu.

“She’s irrelevant.” He growled as you chuckled.

“Still the same asshole. I’m not letting you hurt Arthur.” You said as Marc looked back at you.

“Alright, let’s just take a moment. Had Arthur told you his plans? That he’s going to free Ammit, I can assume you know what will happen if he frees her.” Marc said as you sighed.

“I know, I don’t agree with what he’s doing. But he’s all I have, if it wasn’t for him I would still…I would’ve been fucking sold to someone.” You muttered as Marc looked at you with worry.

“What do you mean?” He asked as you crossed your arms around your small frame.

“I was kidnapped by human traffickers and if it weren’t for Arthur rescuing me, I don’t know what would have happened.” You muttered as Marc nodded.

“Foolish child.” Khonshu said as we both looked up at him in anger.

“It was all just a ruse so Arthur could get you back. I knew his plans, I just didn’t think my kin would be stupid enough to fall for it.” He growled as you paled.

“H-He was the one that did it? That…they hurt me.” You whispered feeling tears in your eyes.

Marc shot Khonshu an angry look before he stepped forward.

“Arthur isn’t a good man, I know he’s all you’ve had, but you can get away from him. I can help you okay?” Marc said as you nodded.

“What’s your name?” He asked as you looked up at him.

“Y/N.” You replied making him smile softly.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Marc.” He said as you returned his smile.

“Y/N, I suggest you step away from that man. He’s very dangerous.” You heard a voice say as you looked up to see Arthur approaching you.

“You lied to me, you put me through all of that. What? Just so you could look like the hero?” You growled as he sighed sadly.

“Y/N, you know I would never hurt you unless it was for your own good.” Arthur said as Marc looked at him angrily and stepped in front of you.

“And you’re calling me dangerous.” Marc growled as Arthur chuckled.

“I don’t think you realise just how much power she holds.” Arthur said as you watched him, suddenly you weren’t his friend Y/N, you were his weapon.

“I’m not going with you.” You growled as he looked at you with his usual calm face.

“You’d much rather go with your father? The father that hurt you, the one that hates you and thinks your worth nothing?” Arthur said, you could see Marc becoming even angrier.

“I don’t have to go with either of you! I’m not a little girl that needs fucking protection! Fuck you!” You screamed as your eyes glowed and you sent a blast towards Arthur causing him to fall over.

“Run!” You said to Marc grabbing his hand and running out of the cult village.

Arthur’s followers were about to chase after you before he stopped them.

“Leave them, she’ll be back.”

—

You’d made it back to Marc’s apartment as you caught your breath.

“So, you’re Khonshu’s daughter. How is that possible?” He asked as you chuckled softly.

“He fucked a human 200 years ago and bam out came Y/N.” You said making him laugh a little.

“He never wanted me, he’s tried his hardest my whole life to make sure he never had contact with me.” You grumbled rubbing your neck and groaning.

“What about your mother?” He asked as you sighed.

“It was the 1800s, I reached ten and she died of some fucking disease.” You muttered as he nodded a little.

“Okay, this is a lot to take in.” He muttered making you laugh.

“Try living it.”

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[book-place]

Magic

Warnings: violence, killing/ death, spears, fighting, let me know if I missed any :)

Parings: Marc Spector x reader platonic

Request: Greek Demigod on a quest to help Marc and Steven deal with Harrow; 1. Reader meets Marc/Steven as Moon Knight/Mr.Knight when they’re attacked by a monster (lets say a manticore). I’m thinking that even though they’re an avatar, they can’t see the monster cause of the Mist, and try to help the reader thinking they’re being attacked by some random robber or something like that. But the reader (being a child of Hecate) can control the Mist at their whim, so they reveal the monster to Marc/Steven and they defeat the monster together. They acquaint themselves with one another, and this can ultimately lead to other oneshots/ideas connecting to this one where the reader and Marc/Steven learn about their respective worlds and gods/goddesses

Request by: @jupitersmoon167

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Summary: Egypt isn’t the only place that have gods and goddesses that still roam the earth

A/N: I finally got around to getting this out 😅

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Great. Just great.” You muttered to yourself, ducking as a dumpster was thrown at your head, narrowly missing you, “This is just what I needed today. It just tops off the perfect day I’ve been having.”

You didn’t care that you probably looked crazy to onlooking mortals, talking to yourself and randomly dodging objects that didn’t appear to be there. But they could judge you all they wanted, cause you had a hard day, and you didn’t necessarily want to die.

As the monster let out a terrible roar, you just rolled your eyes, “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

The manticore sprung forward from its hind legs, claws outstretched and eyes ablaze with rage.

What the creature didn’t know, was that you weren’t standing there at all, you were actually on the other side of it, trying to figure out how you could kill the thing.

But you had used a simple spell to make it appear as if you were standing where the manticore could see you, it was simply an illusion, though, so as soon as it touched the fake you, it would disappear.

Which is exactly what happened, and the manticore let out a scream of rage, whirling around and narrowing it’s horrible eyes at the sight of you.

Turning your own eyes upwards towards the sky, you let out a silent prayer to your mother, Hecate, asking for strength, after the tiring day, to do what you had to.

Then, without warning, you dove to the side, sending the beast head first into the brick wall behind you.

The earth began shaking at the collision, and you had to spread your arms out to keep from falling flat on your face.

Just as it’s head whipped around back in your direction, a voice from above made both of you halt.

“What the-“

Your heads snapped up so fast that one would have been surprised that neither one of you had gotten whiplash.

There, standing under the brightness of the moon and the stars, was London's very own vigilante, Moon Knight himself.

His head was angled down at you, and you could only wonder what he was seeing through the mist. And by the defensive posture he had, it was nothing good. That much was for sure.

The manticore seemed to quickly lose interest in the white cladded man, and turned its attention back to you, letting out a sharp puff of air before once again charging at you with full speed.

In a half-a-second decision, you waved your hand and the mist disappeared from the eyes of the rising superhero.

Normally, you would never use your magic for something like that. Doing it to mortals could have devastating effects. But it’s not like you had been living under a rock. You had seen the news. You knew that Moon Knight was one of the good guys and that you could trust him.

For a whole second he just stood there, back straightening as he took in the whole new world that he saw. But then he sprung into action with as little warning as you had given moments before.

With his legs outstretched, he lept off of the nearby building's roof and hit the creature dead center with his deadly looking boots.

Its head flew to the side as it let out another earth shattering roar, and it stumbled a bit, giving you all the time you needed to place your palms together quickly and squeeze your eyes shut.

When they snapped back open, they were glowing an eerie purple and about forty long spears appeared in midair surrounding you.

Without wasting another second, you thrust your hands out in front of you and the weapons were thrown at an impossible speed towards the beast, lodging themselves into his side and every other piece of flesh they could find.

Not another sound came out of it as it’s eyes immediately rolled into the back of its head and it fell to the ground with a loud ‘thump’.

Your arms dropped back to your side and you felt your magic slowly seep out of your body, taking your purple irises with them and returning back to their normal color.

Moon Knight was standing a few yards away from you, staring at the dead manticore without the slightest movement in his body.

“What… was that.” He finally spoke, his voice gruffer then you would have expected.

“That was a manticore.” You said casually, sliding your hands into your pocket as you leaned against the wall.

Finally, he looked to your direction and you could almost feel him blink a couple times before he said, “Like from Greek mythology?”

You let out something between a laugh and a scoff, “Believe me, it’s about as mythical as that Khonshu of yours is.”

“There’s… there’s other gods?” Realization dawned on him faster than you would have expected.

You nodded your head.

“And you’re, what? An avatar?”

A full blown laugh escaped you this time, causing you to put your arms around your stomach as you doubled over slightly, “Nah, avatars are your thing.” You snickered slightly, “I’m a demigod, daughter of Hecate to be precise.”

“Daughter of a goddess?” The confusion only increased in his tone.

You let out another laugh, throwing your head back and walking over to the man, patting him on the shoulder before striding away.

“There’s a lot we should talk about.” You called over your shoulder, continuing down the street.

There was a second of silence- of hesitation- but then the sound of footsteps following after you reached your ears and you smiled slightly.

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[bit-dodgy-innit]

Scared to Be Lonely- Part 2

Part 1  Part 3  Epilogue

Summary: Sigyn meets Steven. Feels and sexytimes ensue.

Rating: Explicit, Minors DNI!

Pairing: Steven Grant x Fem!OC, past Marc Spector x Fem!OC, eventual Jake x Fem!OC, past Loki x Fem!OC, past Steven x Layla 

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: Oh my goodness everyone thank you for the great response! So encouraging for a long-time lurker, first-time poster. It helps me to keep writing and get the next part to y’all all that much quicker. 

TW/CW: Back with a healthy dose of angst, Steven being a mythology nerd, nipple play, oral (f receiving), fingering, riding, praise kink because hello it’s Steven, multiple orgasms, maybe a touch of softdom!Sigyn if you squint, aftercare

Truthfully, Sigyn was glad for the brief respite from Marc’s presence. It wasn’t that she hadn’t immensely enjoyed what had just transpired, but it had been a long time since Sigyn had been so vulnerable with a partner, so open. She needed a moment to collect herself. 

After relieving herself, Sigyn looked at her tousled appearance in the wide bathroom mirror. Her hair was precisely the bird's nest she’d feared it had become after being railed by Marc. She extracted the pins and brushed out her hair. She washed her face too for good measure, finding her lover’s baritone voice drifting into the bathroom oddly soothing. 

His voice took an edge however, and then quickly became a mutter. Then a rustling of the duvet. Her curiosity piqued, Sigyn ambled back into the bedroom. 

Marc hadn’t moved from the bed, though he’d gotten under the covers. He wasn’t on the phone anymore. Sigyn took a moment to observe his change in posture since his back was turned to her. Marc was hunched over and seemingly had no idea what to do with his hands, his fingers drumming across the sheets and pillows. 

“Everything alright?” Sigyn asked, crossing to rejoin him on the bed. When he caught sight of her, Marc’s eyes widened and he instantly averted his gaze, as if he hadn’t undressed the Asgardian himself less than an hour earlier. 

“Oh! Erm, yeah. I mean, yes your highness.” 

Sigyn’s sapphire eyes twinkled. “Now you use my title.” 

“Right sorry, you said we don't have to-“

She climbed on the bed, further puzzled by how Marc seemed to coil like a spring when she got close to him. Was he having regrets? He had seemed quite content just a moment ago, but now everything about him seemed different…

“Are you making a jest of my accent?” 

“No, this is how I talk, I'm afraid.”

The realization slapped Sigyn across the face like a burst of cold water. She’d forgotten. The other man who lived within Marc. 

“I’m Steven.” 

Sigyn didn’t quite know how to proceed. She watched Steven carefully as he fidgeted in the bed. He truly did appear to be an entirely different person. 

“Lovely to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s mine really,” he insisted. His bashfulness made a stark, though endearing, contrast to Marc’s brooding self-assuredness. “It’s not everyday you meet royalty, let alone a Norse goddess.” 

Sigyn leaned in to Steven, covertly delighting in the way his body tensed again with desire at her closeness. It made her feel powerful in a way she hadn't experienced in a long time - while she and Marc had shared an evenly matched repartee, Sigyn knew she was in control with Steven. “Can I tell you a secret?” 

“Alright,” came Steven’s shaky reply. 

“The more time I spend here on Midgard, the more I believe we’re not all that different,” Sigyn divulged. “But you mustn't tell the S.W.O.R.D. agents that.” 

Steven countered, “Your secret’s safe with me. But I don’t think most of us can send pillows through solid doors.”  

“So you…forgive me–I simply wish to clarify–you could hear my conversations with Marc? See what he saw?” Sigyn inquired. 

The immediate flush that colored Steven’s cheeks answered for her. He fixed his gaze firmly on the blanket below him. “S-s-sorry, erm, it’s complicated. I didn’t mean to infringe on you, on your...on what you were doing…” 

Liar, Marc’s voice rang in his head with such scorn Steven could practically hear his eye roll. 

“Steven, stop.” Sigyn interrupted him. “I was married to a man who could shapeshift and make copies of himself,” she placed her hands on top of his. “I've had wilder nights, I assure you.”

That only made Steven blush deeper. Sigyn chuckled, she couldn't help herself. She found Marc’s mild-mannered alter positively darling. 

“We don’t need to talk anymore,” Steven’s head snapped up at the implications of Sigyn’s suggestion. “We could simply go to sleep.”

“No!” The vehemence in Steven’s protest startled Sigyn. Perhaps he wasn’t so mild-mannered after all. Before she could press further, there was a knock at the door. 

“The food.” Steven clambered out of the bed hastily to prevent Sigyn from doing so, so determined that he temporarily forgot his nudity. He fruitlessly tried to cover himself from the princess’s amused gaze as he rooted around for Marc’s discarded underwear. Sigyn put him out of his misery, conjuring a simple set of pajamas onto his form. He spooked at first, then sent her a grateful, sheepish grin, “Cheers.” 

Steven reemerged a few moments later, rolling the room service cart in himself.  “Figured you’d prefer some privacy.”

Sigyn murmured her gratitude and beckoned Steven to rejoin her on the bed. The sight of the Asgardian sitting in bed, sheets pooled around her waist, her chest still bare, her honey locks no longer pinned up but loose and framing her face could make Steven forget his own name. 

Forget it then and let me get a taste of that pussy, Jake urged him.

Steven ignored his alter and the pair helped themselves to the room service, falling into easy yet animated conversation. He couldn’t help but ask more about Sigyn’s life on Asgard, the guileless enthusiasm that shone from his eyes coaxing the princess to share. He wasn’t mining for intel like Marc, every detail Sigyn recounted about her home realm fascinated him. The princess matched his eagerness with questions about Khonshu and the Ennead, curious as to how their pantheons compared. 

“And the Bifrost? It’s really real?” Steven asked as he collected their plates to place them back on the cart. Sigyn nodded. “Is it a rainbow like in the folktales?” 

“Well, it’s made up of all the colors of the rainbow, but they shift and meld together,” she explained. 

“So not a proper rainbow.” 

Sigyn grinned, “Even so, I doubt you’d be disappointed if you saw it in person.” 

Steven’s eyes sparkled with wonder. “I doubt I would be either. Everything from your universe seems absolutely gorgeous.” 

Sigyn cocked her head - was Steven actually flirting? She hadn’t missed how his gaze would periodically slip down to her naked breasts. Ever the gentlemen however, he would always catch himself and bring his eyes back to Sigyn’s. 

“Ah! Just thought of another one. Sleipnir?”

“Odin’s horse?” The princess’s brow furrowed. That appeared to be a “no” on the flirting then.  

“So he exists, eight legs and all?”

“Yes.” 

“And did Loki really give birth to him?” 

Sigyn gaped. “I beg your pardon?!” 

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Steven had been avoiding anything to do with the Asgardian’s estranged husband but his excitement had gotten the better of him. 

Well done, Marc sarcastically congratulated him. Only you would bring up the one sore spot of the naked woman in bed with you.

Steven could see that Sigyn was smarting from the mention of the god of mischief, he tried to backpedal, “There’s a story that he took the form of a mare and mated with a builder’s prized stallion to win a bet, supposedly? And he…um, then he got pregnant and ultimately gave birth to Sleipnir as a mare.”

Saying it out loud only humiliated Steven more. It was a bonkers myth to begin with, and Marc was right, sharing it with Loki’s very beautiful human wife was a beyond daft move. He tried to give Marc of Jake the body to abscond from his chagrin, but neither surfaced. 

Nice try, hombre, Jake laughed. 

We’re not cleaning this up for you, Marc chimed in, especially after I spent all day getting her to lower her guard down with me. 

“With us,” Steven retorted. 

“What was that?” Sigyn had heard him. 

“Nothing. I’m so sorry, Sigyn, your highness,” the apology spilled out of him, “I’m a right twit, a plunker for even mentioning it. I can go, I’ll just leave actually–” 

“I’ve never heard that story,” Sigyn’s answer stopped Steven. Her signature somber smile returned. “But apparently there’s a lot Loki hasn't told me, so who knows? It may just be true.” 

“He’s a bloody wanker for leaving you,” Steven declared, his tone now sure. “You know that, yeah? Sigyn, you’re…you’re radiant. He doesn't deserve you, never did if you ask me.” 

“I know,” her voice was thick with barely restrained tears. “Yet I let him have me anyway.” 

“He tricked you.” 

“There’s a dark, ugly part of me that hopes Gorr kills him. Slaughters him. Which is despicable. But even worse is, if I'm honest with myself, it’ll only hurt more if he’s gone.” 

Instinct overrode Steven’s timidness and he wiped a tear away from the crest of Sigyn’s cheekbone before it could fall down the length of her face. “We’re going to do you one better. We’ll find him and bring him to justice. He ought to answer for what he’s done, don’t you think?”

A hint of a smile danced across her lips. Sigyn put her hand on top of his to keep his touch tethered to her skin. “Will you do me a favor in the meantime?” 

“Anything.” He agreed without thought. 

“Make me forget,” she instructed Steven, “if only for a little while.” 

Sigyn closed the distance between their lips. It was an entirely different experience than kissing Marc. The other man sought to consume her, drink her in and dominate her, whereas the press of Steven’s mouth on Sigyn’s was much softer. Non-responsive almost. The princess pulled away to study him. 

“What’s the matter?” Sigyn asked, doused with fear that she’d overstepped. Steven had frozen, acting as if her kiss had turned him into stone. 

He swiped a hand across his brow. “What if I’m not as good as him? I won’t be, he has more–” 

“I don’t want you to be as good as him,” Sigyn stopped him. Now it was she who caressed his face. “I simply want you.” 

An uneasy exhale stuttered from Steven’s mouth. He wasn’t convinced. 

Sigyn took his wrist and brought his hand between her legs. “Steven, do you feel that?” She swept his fingers over her sex so Steven could feel the wetness already pooling there. He gasped again, but Sigyn held his hand there, looked him straight in the eye, and assured him, “That’s all for you.”

Steven crashed their lips together once more, and now with the reassurance from Sigyn, he kissed her with the hunger of a starving man before a feast who didn’t know where to start. 

“You are so beautiful,” he sighed, each of his words punctuated by a kiss on his jaw from Sigyn. 

The princess looked at him through her lashes and feigned coyness “You really think so?” Steven nodded fervently. Her expression darkened. “Then show me.”

He tried to capture her lips, but Sigyn stopped him, her long fingers grabbing his chin. “And Steven? Don’t hold back.”

Her command lit a fire in Steven. His kisses were more fervent and bolder as he slipped his tongue between Sigyn’s lips. She welcomed him greedily, gasping in delight when he trailed featherlight kisses down the side of her neck.

Steven earned another gasp when his hands at last sought their prize. He caressed her breasts, swiping his thumbs across her nipples. 

“These are amazing,” he murmured from Sigyn’s clavicle, giving them a squeeze. 

“Steven,” she whined, “More.” 

Desperate to please the princess, Steven drew one of Sigyn’s nipples into his mouth. The squeal it elicited from her was music to Steven’s ears, encouraging him to properly suck at the bud while he resumed ministrations with his hand on its twin. 

Sigyn squirmed against the pillows, soon slumping to the point where she was horizontal on the bed. Steven’s relentless mouth followed, her ecstasy emboldened him to expand his assault on her tits. When he switched mounds, he traced his tongue around her areola, then flicking it a few times before sealing his mouth over the nipple. 

“Steeeven,” she all but wept. She curled her fingertips into the back of his head to keep him in place. “Oh don’t stop darling, it feels so good.”

 He moaned his assent against the delicate, sensitive skin in his mouth, sending a tremor through Sigyn’s prone form. Steven was pretty sure he could spend the rest of the night buried between her tits. He redoubled his efforts alternating suckling each of her mounds and swirling his tongue around the circumference of her nipples, both now stiffened into peaks.

Sigyn arched into his mouth, another cry escaping her. She felt as if we were buzzing, surprised at how close she already felt just from Steven lavishing his ardent attention on her breasts. One hand released Steven’s head and slipped down to her sex, the pad of Sigyn’s finger just reaching her clit when Steven caught her wrist.

“I should be doing that, shouldn’t I?” 

Sigyn laughed breathlessly. Steven’s willingness to please was a heady contrast to Marc, let alone her estranged husband. “I…you don’t have to…you can keep paying all that wonderful attention to my tits.” 

Despite the fact he’d just spent the better part of the last several minutes sucking at her breasts, Steven blushed. 

“I want to pay you some attention here,” he confessed as he traced his fingers along her folds. “If that’s alright.”

“Oh, you will not hear any complaints from me,” Sigyn grinned. 

Steven pressed their lips together gleefully before situating himself between her legs. “Just tell me if I’m not doing anything right.” 

Sigyn quirked an eyebrow. Surely this wasn’t his first time? Before she could give it anymore thought, his tongue delved between the seam of her sex. Sigyn jolted at his touch. The strokes of Steven’s tongue were sloppy and inexpert, yet what he lacked in skill he made up for in zeal. 

“Darling,” she rasped, “flatten your tongue when you–oh! Yes, that’s it…” 

Sigyn’s fingers tangled themselves into Steven’s locks once more. She used her hold to angle his mouth to a better position. He lapped at her slit hungrily, SIgyn’s terms of endearment and direction only spurring Steven on further.  

He continued to lick at her pussy dutifully while the princess reveled in the sensation of his persistent strokes against her cunt, his prominent nose bumping deliciously against her clit. She was so lost in the feeling of Steven’s mouth that Sigyn whimpered when he pulled away. He wasn’t gone for long. Steven inhaled her scent deeply, then speared his tongue and fucked it into of her. The Asgardian keened as Steven probed her and clenched around the muscle. 

Sigyn battled between moving toward her release and staying like this as long as she could. There was something different about the way this man was pleasuring her that was unlike any of her past lovers. She studied him through heavy lids trying to place it as he swiped his thumbs gently across where he held her thighs open. Every way in which he touched her was reverent. At last it occurred to Sigyn. Steven wasn’t simply eating her out, he was worshiping her. 

In spite of her desire to luxuriate in Steven’s adoration for as long as possible, she felt her orgasm mounting to a point she couldn’t suppress. “Oh baby, I’m going to come.” 

Steven’s gaze traveled over the planes of her body to meet Sigyn’s. His eyes were wide and redoubled his efforts. 

“Use your fingers instead” she directed him, her climax only getting nearer when Steven immediately compiled.

“Like this?” He watched with awe as his index and middle finger disappeared into Sigyn’s slick pussy. 

“Yes, so good darling,” she praised him. “But I need more. I want you to suck on my clit. Do you know where it–” 

Steven answered the princess with his mouth, which instantly reduced her question to a moan. He may’ve been inexperienced, but he definitely knew where Sigyn’s clit was. 

Sigyn’s encouragement soon devolved into babbling as Steven worked her just how she liked it. She cried out, a high-pitched mewl, when she came, her orgasm snapping in her lower abdomen and spreading through her body at lightning speed. The princess’s eyes rolled back in her head, nearly taking tufts of her lover’s hair out of Steven’s head with how hard she gripped him as he tongued her through it.

Even after Sigyn floated back to Earth, she still felt as if her body was vibrating. At last, she glanced between her legs at Steven to find his eyes still on her, looking at her with pure astonishment. 

“Blimey,” he whispered, the wonder naked in his voice, “you really are a goddess.” 

Sigyn’s heart constricted. She wanted to tell him that she wasn’t a goddess at all, just an ignored youngest daughter who’d unintentionally married royalty. But the way Steven looked at her was intoxicating. No one had regarded her with adoration as he did so freely, and given all Sigyn had endured as of late, she held onto it desperately. 

“Come here,” she told him, “I want to taste us.” 

Steven couldn’t oblige quickly enough. Sigyn licked into his mouth as soon as their lips met, delighting in the taste of herself on Steven’s tongue. 

He moaned through the kiss and felt his cock get impossibly harder. He’d ignored his erection, so intent on pleasing Sigyn that when the princess’s hip brushed against it, Steven nearly jumped out his skin. 

Sigyn broke away and waved a hand. The pajamas she’d conjured him shimmered away from his body into the air. She wrapped a hand around his cock, slightly concerned by the dark flame that slithered down her spine at how her touch nearly pained Steven; he was so needy for her.

“Oh baby, you’re so hard,” she cooed as her fingers lightly cupped and moved over the length of his engorged shaft. Steven whimpered at her touch. “You made me feel so good, now let your goddess ride this big, hard cock of yours.” 

Steven had to be hallucinating. Had he smothered himself to death in Sigyn’s cunt? There were worse ways to go as far as he was concerned, plus there was no way the Norse goddess of fidelity was actually pushing him back onto his arse to straddle him, her perfect tits perfectly aligned with his gaze. He’d really outdone himself on imaging the Duat this time. 

“Steven?” Sigyn’s concerned tone and a warm hand on his cheek snapped him out of his thoughts, “Darling, are you alright?” 

“Wot? Yeah, yes,” he responded, still a bit bleary. “Can’t believe this is happening, that’s all. To me, of all people.” 

Sigyn fixed him with a bemused, but fond grin. “I don’t think you see yourself quite clearly.” 

Steven was too sheepish to hold the Asgardian’s gaze after her compliment. 

“Never mind that though,” she purred, taking a hold of Steven’s dick and dragging it from her clit through her folds, lining him up, “Let me take care of you.” 

She sank down on him swiftly and Steven could swear he saw stars when her pussy enveloped his entire length for the first time. “Fuckin’ hell!”

Sigyn smirked at him and bit her lower lip with a naughty glint in her eye. “You’re in for quite the ride Steven.”

Sigyn began bouncing on his cock and Steven had to squeeze his eyes shut to keep from coming. The feeling of her tight cunt was enough to bring him to the edge of climax, and Steven knew if he saw Sigyn riding his cock he’d come instantly. His first, and only, time with Layla had been over too quickly for his liking, and he didn’t want a repeat experience, despite how understanding and lovely she’d been. 

Let me take over then, Jake pressed. 

Jake’s comment backfired, wrenching Steven back from the precipice of orgasm and fueling him to show the other man that he too knew what he was doing. He blinked his eyes open and began thrusting to meet Sigyn as she dropped herself on his dick. Jake muttered pendejo inside his mind but Steven could barely hear it over Sigyn’s sighs and labored breaths as she rode his cock. 

“You fe-el blo-ody…brilliant,” Steven stammered, mesmerized by the sight of the princess’s tits jiggling in time with each collision of their bodies. 

“Fucking me so well, Steven,” she moaned in reply, pushing on his pecs so he fell flat against the bed. Sigyn leaned forward, keeping her hands on his chest for leverage as she somehow rode him harder. 

Steven continued to drive his hips into hers, the need to come and the need to prove Jake wrong equally inciting him. His hands flew back to Sigyn’s breasts, squeezing them as they both chased their releases together. 

“Are you close, baby?” she asked, a tempting, teasing lilt to the Asgardian’s voice. 

Steven’s attempt at lying was dashed when she clenched around him on her downstroke, “Ye-yeah.” 

“Are you going to come for me?” Sigyn was egging him on. 

All Steven wanted to do was surrender to the climax he’d barely kept at bay since Sigyn sat on his aching erection, but he was determined to wring another orgasm from her before he did. He’d make the goddess come twice, more than Marc had.

Steven trailed his left hand from Sigyn’s breast to her clit, rubbing the swollen nub like Layla had shown him. “You first.” 

Sigyn’s face contorted in pleasure. She leaned back to give Steven better access to the bundles or nerves, opting to keep his cock deep within her and grind onto him instead. 

“So beautiful, Sigyn,” he proclaimed, “Wanna see you come again, look so bloody divine…” 

His fingers didn’t stop as Sigyn swiveled her hips. They both drove toward their climaxes with dogged determination, their grunts and cries creating a carnal symphony. Steven did his best to meet Sigyn’s thrusts while he stimulated her clit, but she’d still yet to orgasm. Then he lifted his free hand and landed a slap across Sigyn’s ass. Whether it was instinct or one of his alters intervening, Steven couldn’t be sure, his mind too addled with lust to make the distinction. 

Whatever the impetus was, it did the trick. Sigyn stopped mid-circle on Steven’s cock as her orgasm overcame her. He watched in amazement. The way she froze on top of him, her face contorted in pleasure, teeth sunk into her plush bottom lip, he wanted to memorize it. It was an image more breathtaking to him than most of the fine art in the museum he’d worked at. 

Steven didn’t get to observe as closely as he’d have liked to however, because Sigyn’s fluttering cunt around his cock sent him hurtling into his climax as well. The release swept through his body like a tsunami, drowning him in pleasure as Steven shot his seed into Sigyn’s warm pussy. 

Once they’d both drifted back down to earth, Sigyn carefully unseated herself from Steven’s softening cock and flopped down next to him. 

“That was…” Sigyn searched for the correct words. It was a surprise, certainly. “Steven, darling, where are you going?” 

“Be right back,” he assured her, pushing past the post-orgasm exhaustion settling heavy into his bones and walking to the bathroom on legs as stable as a newborn foal’s. 

He appeared a moment later, damp flannel in hand. “May I?” 

“Yes of course,” Sigyn confirmed. Steven got to work on cleaning her gently. “Thank you.” 

Steven’s eyes were squarely focused on the sheets when he asked Sigyn, “That was good, yeah?”

She gently took the cloth from him, tossing it aside so the princess could lean over and capture his lips in a kiss. “You did so well, darling. I came twice for Valhalla’s sake.”

Steven couldn’t help the proud blush that colored his cheeks at the praise. Sigyn guided Steven to lay back on the bed with her, automatically curling into his side once they were horizontal, her head resting on his chest. 

Steven nearly jumped at the casual affection she touched him with as she drew little patterns into his abdomen. He was rather touch-starved to begin with, then when it came to Layla, every brush of their arms felt fraught with tension and the baggage of her marriage to Marc. Though Sigyn’s touch was unfettered from that history, Steven found himself wary of enjoying it, despite how much he wanted to. 

“Are you alright?” Sigyn thought to ask him. She didn't want to embarrass him by inquiring any further about his experience.

“Aces,” he told her dreamily. “Never better.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” she smiled into his skin. She dropped a kiss to his pectoral. 

Lying there with an Asgardian tucked into his side, Steven felt virile and utterly relaxed all at once. He considered it a privilege to stroke the princess’s hair, watch her eyes flutter closed and her breathing even out. Steven didn’t want to miss a moment, wanted to catalog every detail he could, but the pull to follow her into sleep was too strong. He surrendered to his fatigue, and it was the first time either of them had slept soundly in weeks.

Part Three

A/N: Thanks to everyone again for reading and the response! Trying to get the next part out as soon as I can, since it’s high time Jake met Sigyn...

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I loved the interview with Mr. and Mrs. Gojo, my precious babies, and this time I would like to start again but in a parallel universe with the Grand Duke and the future Grand Duchess. Please note that as an aspiring journalist, I have a lot of questions. I grab my notebook and pen, let's go!

Forgive me in advance during this interview, I may lack tact and go straight to the point.

Firstly, how are Your Graces doing? Forgive me for my peasant vocabulary, as I am not part of the nobility (and furthermore, I do not speak English properly, the difficulties are piling up), but I will do my best!

The common people would like to learn more about the two of you. You make such a lovely couple (yes, I am flattering you because I love both of you). How did you fall in love? Was it love at first sight? Both of you at the same time?

By the way, if you had to define your love, what would it be? Here are some examples, but there are many others: True love, Love at first sight, Girls Fall first and boys fall hard, Soulmates, Right person right time, Sun and moon, First love, Pure love, Enemies to lovers, Friends to lovers, etc.

When will Madame officially become the Grand Duchess? Your Grace, can't you surpass the codes? And if not, why?

Furthermore, how did your relationship become official in high society despite not being engaged?

Please, enlighten us. Your Grace holds the highest title after the royal family, and I understood that you have as much influence as the Emperor himself. So how should people address you? Maybe I am not very clear, but basically, how should they call you in public and in private? And for you, Madame? Since you are not yet married, you do not have a title, if I am not mistaken? Or do you still have a temporary title before becoming the Grand Duchess? (us peasants want to know…)

By the way, did it pose any problems not being born "noble" and "vampire"? High society people can be so uptight! Love is not up for discussion, regardless of origin, skin color, race, or social status! Madame, did you have any troubles? Tell me their names, and I'll write a scandalous article about these brutes!

Madame was a human before your encounter, but how did you become a vampire? Does a bite suffice? Can anyone become a vampire? And can all vampires transform humans, or only pure-blooded ones like Monsieur?

Before your encounter with Madame, did you drink human blood, or did you manage to live all those years without drinking blood thanks to your family genes?

Are there other pure-blooded families among the vampires?

If I understood correctly, the world you live in is a mix of several races, which is beautiful in terms of coexistence, but in your kingdom, are there only vampires or also humans? Is the Emperor a vampire or a human?

Is there a hierarchy among vampires? Which one?

Why are there hunters on your territory? (it's suicidal or someting) Do vampires have to live hidden?

Madame, a personal question for you, have you never wondered about your origins? You are divinely beautiful and unique, even in a vampire society small laugh Is it something that intrigues you? Also, you don't ask yourself any questions about your family? And you, Monsieur, do you not have any questions? (Regardless, you are very well-suited!)

You're not married, but have you already consummated the non-marriage? Was it your first time? Madam, you seem so pure! And Sir, you seem so...so...just. I know it, we know it, you know it, they know it, you are attractive people. (I am risking my life for my article) We want answers.

Now, a little genetic question, the Gojo family is a pure-blooded family, and by marrying Madame, there will potentially be an heir with hybrid blood. Could this imply new things for the Gojo family? Does the power in vampires reside in their blood?

I know Mr. Gojo will not be happy with what I am about to say, but… I can't wait for you to get married, have children, and especially a daughter… diabolical laughter Yes, you understood! A love story with the dark-eyed crown prince and the little blue-eyed Gojo princess EHEHEHEHEHE!

One last question, this one concerns Madame. It has been noticed that among vampires, you are… weaker than the norm? For example, you have smaller fangs than other vampires (that's too cute). My question is: is it because you were human before? Or is it something unique and inexplicable? I'm sorry for these questions that may seem silly to you, but I'm not really well-informed about vampires. As you may have noticed, I'm just… a little fairy (just a Winx for today ahah).

I leave here alive and with plenty of information, thank you for everything! Invite me to the wedding, and I will write a great article! It will sell like hotcakes. Take care.

Cursedtales Collections—La Luna Chapters: { Scribble }

—Vampire Duke Gojo Satoru X Vampire Reader

❦︎ Précis:

You chuckled remembering how you made him agree. Some spilled wine on the carpet, soft gasps, and ripped his tunic while the rough wall pressed ever so flatly on your back with his hand pinning your wrist as his fangs buried themselves in the sweet concave of your enticing neck. "I can hear what you're thinking, Kitten," Satoru growled ever so lowly warning you with the mind link flashing the debauchery you trapped him with just to make him agree.

❦︎ Genre: vampire, fantasy, royalty

❦︎ WC/CW/TW: (4.2k)/ Grand Duke and his subtle love languages, an overview of vampire tradition and culture, suggestive hints at the end

❦︎ A/N: Thank you for the 3k guys, I'm so happy to have you all in this small corner 😭, with my tightest hugs and head pats, bear with me til I finally get that holiday vacation and we'll celebrate~ ✒️☕ a huge hug to the person who sent this, it was fun exploring LaLuna's culture and tradition because of your ask~

Yuta informed you a day ago that a columnist from the imperial court is coming. Along with it is an envelope sealed with the Emperor's stamp.

Reading through the parchment, you sighed and found yourself in a position.

"His Imperial Highness must have a lot of time on his hands to start gossiping about his nephew..." You reread the parchment to confirm you're not misinterpreting things.

Dear Future Niece-in-Law,

I am writing to inform you that I let the high society know of my approval of your presence in my rascal nephew's life. Hence, I will send a columnist to Albastru to write a column for you in my imperial gazette for the next week. Drag my nephew and strap him on the chair if you have to.

It was stamped not just with any official seal but the Emperor's imperial seal.

Did his daughter steal the imperial seal and send this prank?

Unfortunately, Yuta informed you the Emperor himself directly sent the messenger, and the supposed meeting will be in a day or two. That leaves you almost slim to no chance of convincing Satoru in this little charade the Emperor has put on your shoulders.

"I didn't expect you'd agree so easily, Your Grace. What gives?" You cleared your throat as Satoru walked beside you with your hands entwined in his. He insisted that the two of you wear the same blue and white coordinated dress. If you're a little more shameless today, you would poke fun at him that he's more excited than you are. Yet you refrained from doing so... He might change his mind and not do the interview.

Satoru's face remained stoic as he looked ahead to the drawing room.

Bashful... 

You chuckled remembering how you made him agree.

Some spilled wine on the carpet, soft gasps, and ripped his tunic while the rough wall pressed ever so flatly on your back with his hand pinning your wrist as his fangs buried themselves in the sweet concave of your enticing neck.

"I can hear what you're thinking, Kitten," Satoru growled ever so lowly warning you with the mind link flashing the debauchery you trapped him with just to make him agree.

"What? I'm not doing anything, Your Grace." You couldn't hold back the chuckle as his jaw twitched, clearly holding back.

"Behave before I drag you into that vacant room and forego this audience you've worked hard to secure from me." Your eyes wandered to the nearest room where his eyes landed and raised a brow at you. Perhaps that is indeed enough teasing for now... 

He opened the door for you, and inside, the columnist was waiting with a bright smile. You exchanged some pleasantries. Of course, Satoru only answered with a few grunts and nods. Yuta came in with a tray of snacks and tea.

You both sat across the columnist and started the meeting.

"Forgive me in advance during this interview, I may lack tact and go straight to the point."

Firstly, how are Your Graces doing? Forgive me for my peasant vocabulary, as I am not part of the nobility but I will do my best!

"We're doing fine, thank you for coming. I know how far the Imperial Capital is to Albastru." You smiled. "I hope you didn't have a hard time during your travel."

"You want chamomile tea?" Satoru ignored the journalist and carefully set your ornate oriental cup of tea and a plate of your favorite sweets in front of you.

You looked at him for a few seconds before sighing, reminding him of the guest, but the Grand Duke simply shrugged and motioned for the columnist to continue. He almost growled as you fixed a plate of sweets for the columnist but since you knew him well already it doesn't take much thought to fix him a plateful of candied orange to appease his territorial stance.

No one wants a grumpy Grand Duke, more so a jealous one. It seems like the journalist already knew of your mate's territorial behavior and easily waved it off professionally and started the interview.

The common people would like to learn more about the two of you. You make such a lovely couple. How did you fall in love? Was it love at first sight? Both of you at the same time?

It was such a straightforward question you had to blink for a few seconds to register the notion.

His Grace, however, simply crossed his legs and sipped on his cup of tea. The frown earlier disappeared, replaced by a lopsided smirk, showing off his pointy canines.

"I recognized who she is to me the second I saw her..." Satoru vaguely answered.

Of course... Vampires and their innate ability to recognize their mates... Unlike you who was still a mortal at that time, clueless and in shambles after your near-death experience.

"I think... it's a gradual process. For me, it was never love at first sight." You shake your head. "We went on a slow but steady process, His Grace has been very gentle and attentive in educating me about the difference between humans and vampires, somehow along the way I just knew we wanted each other in our lives." You beamed.

By the way, if you had to define your love, what would it be? Here are some examples, but there are many others: True love, Love at first sight, Girls Fall first and boys fall hard, Soulmates, Right person right time, Sun and moon, First love, Pure love, Enemies to lovers, Friends to lovers, etc.

"My only one." Satoru curtly answered. He added a few more Turkish delights to your plate.

"We are already mates... so our souls are tied together." You thought to yourself finding the right word. "I guess, he's my fate that I never thought I would find."

His Grace looked at you, and despite his stoic face, the monocle shielding his eyes wasn't compelling enough to hide how his cerulean eyes turned fifty shades of dark blue from your words. Satoru silently turned his attention back to his tea, but his shoulders were visibly much more relaxed than earlier and you could see the corner of his lips turn up.

When will Madame officially become the Grand Duchess? Your Grace, can't you surpass the codes? And if not, why?

"Soon enough." His Grace answered this time. "Even the Emperor does not have the power to force the rule of succession after the death of a family member as the succession is not a matter of royal title or power but a rite of passage. Every noble family has a sacred tree where a rvet *(1/8 gram) of ash from every family member is stored inside from the time he is born. The sacred tree knows when a family member dies and will not accept any ashes within the three-year mourning period thus, no rite of passage into the family shall occur during that three years."

Furthermore, how did your relationship become official in high society despite not being engaged?

With this question, His Grace smirked, flashing his dangerous sharp fangs, and loosened the cuffs of his sleeves, revealing a vivid mate mark of a black butterfly looming over a red lotus.

"Who else can dare mark me?"

Who would? Heads would roll down to the ground before anyone could sink their fangs into his body. Unless it's someone he permits to do so... And that someone could only be you.

"His Grace and I are already with our mate marks... Weddings aren't necessarily required in vampire culture although they may seem right to be celebrated ostentatiously, however it's not mandatory. But as long as we both have marked each other that is already enough to profess to whom we belong." You smiled and peeled your sleeve on your shoulder to reveal three blue roses adorning your shoulderblade... The blue roses symbolize how unattainable the Grand Duke is, but he found his place in you. The blue rose has finally found his garden to bloom in.

"I would give you the grandest wedding this empire has ever seen." The Grand Duke frowned. His fingers found your smallest finger and toyed with it. Soon his family heirloom will adorn your fourth finger. What makes you think he will spare any fortune to lavish you with everything you deserve? "Although the wait may take a little longer, I assure you our wedding won't lack anything." He stared into your eyes with certainty.

You squeezed his hand, reminding him that you were in the journalist's presence and it wasn't the time for such bold words... But knowing the Grand Duke, he remained unfazed and kept playing with your finger... Kissing them to assure you.

Sapphires... Sapphires would look breathtaking on you. He thought at the back of his mind, making sure you wouldn't hear his aspirations for you through the mind link.

Please, enlighten us. Your Grace holds the highest title after the royal family, and I understood that you have as much influence as the Emperor himself. So how should people address you? Maybe I am not very clear, but basically, how should they call you in public and in private? And for you, Madame? Since you are not yet married, you do not have a title, if I am not mistaken? Or do you still have a temporary title before becoming the Grand Duchess? (us peasants want to know...)

"Oh! I was also confused when I first arrived here." You huffed. "But to adequately address him in public, especially in the Imperial Court, is His Imperial Highness, Grand Duke Satoru Gojo of Albastru. In private matters, you may call him Your Highness or His Grace, Grand Duke Satoru. His Grace is not specific with titles, so don't worry about angering him if you mistake his title." You smiled.

"I am specific with titles..." The Grand Duke frowned. "I am making an exception only for you." He made sure to punctuate those words.

You shake your head and chuckle.

"To help you understand his title, His Grace descended from the House of Gojo, which is his Father's family. The Gojo lineage holds the highest military position in the Empire passed down to the generation, thus the title of the Grand Duke, and their territory is the Grand Duchy of Albastru. His Grace is titled 'His Imperial Highness' instead of 'His Royal Highness' with the reason that he pretends the rite of succession for the imperial throne because of his Mother's family which is the reigning imperial family of Parsua Amara. Simply put, aside from his official title as the grand duke, he is also a prince second to the throne after his cousin the Crown Princess because His Grace's late Mother was the Imperial Princess of the empire and the late sister of the Emperor. I hope I made it easier to understand."

His Grace chuckled and ever so gently patted your hair. His eyes gazed at you as you enthusiastically discussed the matter. 

"I see you listened to your Social Studies tutor quite well." His Grace smirked. "As for My Mate, she's currently Lady Y/n, Viscountess of Louiebell. Since she is not my Grand Duchess yet, it is only right for her to receive a customary title until her rite of passage into my family's sacred tree comes." He held a proud smile for her as he spoke to the journalist about her achievements. "You should visit Louiebell one of these days. It has grown quite well over the months, and they have the best fabrics and gardens in the whole Albastru." Satoru boasted to the journalist with full praise for your work.

By the way, did it pose any problems not being born "noble" and "vampire"? High society people can be so uptight! Love is not up for discussion, regardless of origin, skin color, race, or social status! Madame, did you have any troubles? Tell me their names, and I'll write a scandalous article about these brutes!

"Please don't." You chuckled. "It is not much of a trouble than I thought. Although I am a turned vampire, the high society holds the significance of who turned who into a vampire. I am considered a part of His Grace since he is the one who made me a vampire, and any disrespect directed to a turned one is considered disrespect to the one who turned him or her."

You thought for a moment.

"The biggest trouble I perhaps had was a tea party where everyone refused to speak until I left... Aside from that, no one has seriously caused me any harm besides the usual jabs. Rest assured, I am now happy with the friends I found in Albastru."

His Grace held your hand and didn't speak any further, but judging from the darkness swirling in his cold eyes as you relive those days, you better change the topic before his patience wore thin and dug into his grudges.

Madame was a human before your encounter, but how did you become a vampire? Does a bite suffice? Can anyone become a vampire? And can all vampires transform humans or only pure-blooded ones like Monsieur?

"You can become a vampire if you willingly submit to be one. No, a bite cannot suffice. Aside from biting, the vampire needs to feed his or her blood into the person he or she is turning until the person wakes up from quiescence. Not everyone can become a vampire. And not all vampires can turn humans into one... And you are almost but not quite correct about the pure-blooded ones." You nodded... Satoru can explain it better than you.

"There are three factors to turn someone into a vampire. If any of these three weren't met, the process would fail and might kill the human instead. First, the human must be willing, and the willingness is not borne out of fear or coercion but a deep-seated desire on the human's part. Second, the human must have experienced a close-to-death experience... This is entirely subjective and a dangerous condition to meet since only fate can tell... Third and last, the vampire must have a strong will to fight the urge of bloodlust. Ordinary vampires do not have sufficient immunity against bloodlust and might end up sucking the human dry of their blood. This is "a general but not all" scenario. Pure-blooded vampires have more resilience but are also not entirely immune to bloodlust. Thus, turning a human into a vampire is an uncertain process. You must have the willingness of a human, the approval of fate, and the resilience of a vampire against our primal instinct. Life and death is not guaranteed." 

Before your encounter with Madame, did you drink human blood, or did you manage to live all those years without drinking blood thanks to your family genes?

"I drink human blood. No vampire has not drunk human blood, trust me." His Grace shook his head. "I stopped drinking human blood in my adolescence. For me, the second best taste of blood is from the moose."

"You do like hunting those when we hunt." You chuckled at his appetite for the said animal. "The longest he hasn't taken in blood was probably three months. His Grace ate human food with me when I was still human. Though it may not be the same as drinking blood, he seems to like the rare steak until now. The longest I can go without blood is two weeks. For him, it could stretch for three months. He's more resistant to bloodlust because he's a pure-blood, but when he drinks... he drinks so plenty."

Satoru chuckled at the remark.

"You do the same too, My Lady. Don't blame me that your blood is simply too sweet to resist." He smirked knowingly.

Are there other pure-blooded families among the vampires?

"Of course, there are many other pure-blooded families... But the major ones seated in the Imperial Courts are the House of Gojo, the House of Zen'in, and the House of Kamo. These three are the leading houses in terms of military and economics."

If I understood correctly, the world you live in is a mix of several races, which is beautiful in terms of coexistence, but in your kingdom, are there only vampires or humans? Is the Emperor a vampire or a human?

You smiled. You have to thank Satoru for teaching you history.

"There are seven races, represented by seven high towers with their respective thrones. There are the Deities; they reside in Soladrina, it's an island that cannot be seen unless you're invited. The Witches; are considered daughters of the gods and goddesses. Next is the Lycan, which occupies the South of the Continent which is the Kingdom of Finis Lua. Then the Vampires residing in the North which is the Empire of Parsua Amara. We have the Elves, they're elusive and hard to find. Then there are the Monsters, they are everywhere with no definite habitat. And finally the Humans, you can find them in the Eastern Continent. But of course, there are other races also living in Parsua Amara."

"My Uncle is a vampire. Though I doubt his senile fangs still work." His Grace smirked earning him a kick under the table and a glare from his beloved.

Is there a hierarchy among vampires? Which one?

"We have an Imperial Hierarchy."

Why are there hunters on your territory? (it's suicidal or something) Do vampires have to live hidden?

"The hunters... are rogues of the Lycan race who cross the de facto border. Based on the treaty seven years ago after the great war, vampires and lycans are not allowed to cross the borders. Though there are sometimes mishaps, those crossing the borders are immediately sentenced to death without mercy or deportation." Satoru supported his face with his hand. "Albastru lies between Parsua Amara and Finis Lua, thus, it is my job to guard the borders from any invasion against the enemies."

Madame, a personal question for you, have you never wondered about your origins? You are divinely beautiful and unique, even in a vampire society small laugh Is it something that intrigues you? Also, you don't ask yourself any questions about your family? And you, Monsieur, do you not have any questions? (Regardless, you are very well-suited!)

"Unfortunately I don't have memory of my past. All I remember is living in the snowy mountains until His Grace found me after I was attacked by wolves and was left to die. I don't know what happened before that and I am not compelled to find out about it. I am very much happy and satisfied with my life right now. Although I don't have much memory of the past, I would rather focus on the present I have and the future I will make. This is that fate I choose for myself and I wouldn't have it the other way. Whatever is bound to unfold will unfold by itself." You smiled with firmness etched on your gaze and words.

You're not married, but have you already consummated the non-marriage? Was it your first time? Madam, you seem so pure! And Sir, you seem so...so...just. I know it, we know it, you know it, they know it, you are attractive people. (I am risking my life for my article) We want answers.

Your cheeks burst with blush and despite your self-control, you held on to your mate's bicep for strength. Isn't this too revealing for a column that anyone in the empire can read?!

Satoru on the other hand seemed unfazed and merely raised a brow at the question. His arm snaked at the back of your waist and pat your hips in assurance.

"She's my mate... We own each other. I think that's clear enough to answer your question." He smirked. The sharp fang was enough to halt further delving questions on the topic.

"Marriage is not a necessary custom in the vampires... Instead, they are more inclined to the mating bond and marks... They honor it devotedly. His Grace and I are mates so... I don't see anything wrong with it." You shyly answered, Satoru squeezed your hand calming you down.

Now, a little genetic question, the Gojo family is a pure-blooded family, and by marrying Madame, there will potentially be an heir with hybrid blood. Could this imply new things for the Gojo family? Does the power in vampires reside in their blood?

You looked at Satoru quite confused by the question...

"I don't think so... I am a vampire... Why would there be a hybrid child?"

"A hybrid child can only happen if the parents are from different races. Although my Mate was once human, she is now a vampire. We're both vampires and there will be no possibilities of a hybrid child when both parents are the same race." His Grace answered for you, clearing your confusion and doubt. 

His Grace's eyes turned to you.

"Besides, it doesn't matter. As long as you're the mother I would love our child unconditionally."

You chuckled and looked away to hide the smile stretching uncontrollably over your lips.

I know Mr. Gojo will not be happy with what I am about to say, but... I can't wait for you to get married, have children, and especially a daughter... diabolical laughter Yes, you understood! A love story with the dark-eyed crown prince and the little blue-eyed Gojo princess EHEHEHEHEHE!

"No. Some stupid dark-eyed prince will not easily snag my daughter away unless he passes through my sword." His Grace's eyes turned dark as he spoke the ominous words with an unamused sinister smile.

"Calm down Your Grace, the journalist is merely jesting you." You reminded him, shaping him out of the urge to kill any crown prince who dares to touch his potential little daughter.

One last question, this one concerns Madame. It has been noticed that among vampires, you are... weaker than the norm? For example, you have smaller fangs than other vampires (that's too cute). My question is: is it because you were human before? Or is it something unique and inexplicable? I'm sorry for these questions that may seem silly to you, but I'm not really well-informed about vampires. As you may have noticed, I'm just... a little fairy (just a Winx for today ahah).

His Grace crossed his arms and a dark expression covered his smirking face. His Grace's face was as dark as a monster and an irk mark formed on his temples. A cold air filled the room, you could almost feel winter solstice with the blizzard gust in the room from your mate's display of annoyance. However, a thin layer of spell protected you from the cold, keeping you perfectly fine while His Grace is being moody.

"My mate is weak? Who said that?! Who told you about my Mate's fangs? Who? I will slice him to pieces. Who dares to stare at my mate's fangs too long to notice that detail? Is it a male? Does he dare to stare at my mate that long? I will pull his fangs mysel—"

Fortunately, you were quick to hold your mate back and drag him to sit on the couch.

"My apologies about my dear beloved. He's a little moody after the tea." You chuckled awkwardly. "Most probably that's a factor and my gift as a vampire has not yet manifested. You could say that as a vampire I'm still in my pre-teen stage so some areas of my vampire senses and attributes are still developing."

After the little bravado from the irritated and possessive Grand Duke, it doesn't come as a surprise that the journalist is quick to reach the door and escape if worse comes to worse...

I leave here alive and with plenty of information, thank you for everything! Invite me to the wedding, and I will write a great article! It will sell like hotcakes. Take care.

"Oh! Take care... Feel free to come and have tea with me..." You softly said since the journalist already fled away from Satoru. You turned your back to face your mate with a frown.

"Well that was uncalle—mhmph!"

Soft lips aggressively captured yours effectively shutting any words of reprimand.

"S-Sator—ngh!" You gasped as he kissed you deeper, his tongue finding your little fangs and tracing them sensually, stroking them as he moaned from the friction.

"I'm hungry..." He groans between your kisses, wildly pulling on the lace of your corset to free your soft bosom from its confines and trail down neck kisses, sucking on your skin every so hardly and sweetly making sure he leaves a pinkish love bite on your skin.

"We just had tea and biscuits..." You bit your lips when he easily carried you to the nearest couch and laid you there. His hand brought one of your thighs up, pressing kisses from your ankles down to your inner legs where he bared his pointy fangs against your milky flesh.

"I forgot how cute your fangs are... care to show me?"

—GreyCaelum,

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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JOYBOY LUFFY X LUNALA READER VS KAIDO PT4

Okay... I think this is the final one!

Previously, you and luffy use maximum power to defeat kaido, but kaido has an idea, covering himself a gaint fire of himself.

And you with your shadow monster form:

And you use your ability called Menacing Moonraze Maelstrom:

"Let's fight it out! Straw Hat!" Kaido yelled, he Flys toward Luffy metal hand by opening his jaw. "Are they going to destroy onigashima?!" Momonosake yelled.

"Create Flame Clouds! Or we'll all... be swept up!" Yamato yelled. "Take this!" Luffy yelled. "I haven't had enough fighting yet!" Kaido yelled.

I'm gonna skip kaido past cause I really fucking hate him so much.

"You'll be betrayed because you two are so weak. I'll form the strongest group in the world and turn this boring world into a world of violence. I'm the strongest!" Kaido yelled.

"The way you unified those samurai with the help of your crew was impressive. You're a star of hope that the cowards of the land of wano seized upon! They entrusted their future to you, but what's your goal? Straw Hat!" Said kaido

You and luffy try to push back kaido. "You two did great." Says kaido, then he blasted a fire ball at you two. Luffy is getting burned, and so are you!

"Well done fighting to this point! But..."

Luffy screamed in pain, and you screamed too (like mothra sound). "You can't change the world!" Kaido yelled, "luffy!" You scream.

Luffy smiles, "Of course, We're gonna win!" He yelled, making his hand bigger, and you making yourself much bigger! Onigashima began falling apart, "AAAAAHHHH!!" You and luffy scream.

"I don't know where they got it from," Kaido thought, and he remembered something.

'But Yamato mentioned joyboy and lunala name.' Said kaido.

'Oden wanted to open the borders to welcome lunala and joyboy... if he is the same guy you're waiting for, King, then I know exactly who joyboy, lunala is.' He said, King was surprised.

Luffy punch kaido really hard, that he almost so close to hit him. "Go luffy! (Y/N)!" Momonosake scream, "get the hell out of wano!" You yelled.

The onigashima is falling on the bottom. "Do not lose heart, Momonosake! They will win! Luffy (Y/N) will win! They will... surely defeat kaido! I can do it!" Said Momonosake. "That's the spirit! You'll save the people of the land of wano! Create them, Momonosake-kun!" Yamato yelled.

Momonosake tried to make the flame clouds, and he finally made it! "Come out, Flame Clouds! Heed my call!" Said Momonosake.

Then, a hole of full of water burst out inside the onigashima, Momonosake was surprised. "Hurry up! Onigashima's gonna fall at any minute! Please, luffy (Y/N)... finish this battle as soon as possible!" Said yamato.

"Don't give up! Fight until the very last minute!" Hyogoro yelled, "No, on in this world... can beat me!" Kaido yelled.

"What's this noise?" Kid asks, then a big rumble causing everybody to shake and almost losing their balance. "What is it this time?!" Nami ask.

"This doesn't look good!" Said Chooper, "Robin-san..." said brook, Robin is in the water not moving. Brook swims toward, "Don't give up, everyone! I'll make it reach you!" Said raizo.

"Bring the fire under control!" Jinbe yelled. Everyone is sucked into the water, and the fire is put out. "Save everyone!" Jinbe, raizo yell. And a huge wave burst out. Everyone was surprised and shocked, Law was surprised, too.

Nami, tama, and Chopper were scared, "Water," they scream. "Everyone's raining down!" Said tama, then Nami saw something, "look! Is that...".

"We'll make it back alive!" Usopp yelled. "-Usopp?! Kin'emon! Okiku-chan!" They yelled. The water wave towards Nami, tama, and Chopper, and they're pretty scared. "No!" They yelled.

More water came and made it to a flood. "I'm sorry, zoro... hey, don't get washed away, guys!" Said Franky. "Where did the water come from?!" Said sanji, the water started to push sanji away.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" He screams, "sanji-san!" Osama screams, "Osama-chan!".

The onigashima began to flood, "What is happening on onigashima?!" Momonosake question. Then the onigashima started to titled, "the Flame Clouds are disappearing! Too late! Onigashima's gonna fall!" Yamato scream.

You and luffy try your best, but you're too tired, but you can't give up now! "Momonosake-kun! We gotta stop onigashima! You wanna save the Flower Capital, right?!" Yamato question.

"I will stop it! I will not allow people to suffer anymore! Come out, Flame Clouds!" Momonosake scream, he use all his strength to make the flame clouds. A huge line of flame clouds hoops.

Yamato was amazed, "That's amazing! That's great, Momonosake-kun! Stop onigashima!" Yamato yelled, "Got it! Count on me!" He yelled. Momonosake grab the flames clouds hoops.

And Momonosake Flys toward to onigashima, "go!" Yamato scream. Momonosake warp around the onigashima and pulled as best he can.

"Violence will dominate the world! You two are gonna fall victim to it!" Said kaido, "shut up!" Luffy yelled. Then luffy punch kaido cheeks, and you use all your strength to push kaido back, too.

And a bright light show inside the onigashima. Kid and Law saw the bright light of kaido, "Straw Hat! Shape girl! If you lose, you'll pay for it!" Kid yelled. "Go, Straw Hat-ya! (Y/N)-ya!" Said Law.

"The strong will live, and the weak will die! I'm gonna bury you along with your friends! And your girlfriend will be my pet!" Kaido yells, those words made you and luffy pissed. "Shut up! You're not taking (Y/N) away from me!" Luffy yelled.

"Starting with the land of wano, I'll take over the world! What kind of world can you create?! Straw Hat!" Kaido yelled, luffy scream, Flys back.

"Luffy!" You yelled, then kaido hand grabs your body, and you scream in pain. "(Scream like mothra) Aaaaaaaaaaaa!!!" You scream, luffy watches kaido grabs you and started screaming. "(Y/N)!" Luffy screamed, "Do you see this! Straw Hat! This is what happens when you can't protect someone who you care about!" Kaido yelled.

Then, a huge bright light shoots out, and everyone watches the light. And tama, remember something.

'Tama! Don't set the bar too low! I'll make it your everyday life!' Said luffy, tama was amazed his words.

'By the time we leave this country, we'll make it a place where you can eat as much as you want! And I'll teach you how to dance!" You said.

"Big sis! Big bro!" Said tama, luffy Hand, became larger, kaido was shocked, "let (Y/N) go!" Luffy commend. You try to get free from kaido Hand, and you have an idea. You transform your human self.

And free from kaido hand. Kaido tried to grab you, but he was too distracted from luffy large fist. "Luffy!" You cried, luffy see you free. "(Y/N)!" He yelled.

And you transform to legendary form. This is your form:

Luffy loves it so much, like he wants to hold you, but he can't. "Now! Menacing Moonraze Maelstrom!" You yelled, and six laser been shoots out in different eagle and started to hit kaido.

Now, kaido thinks he's about to lose.

"We want..."

"(Y/N)! Luffy!" Momonosake yelled, "Charge!" Kin'emon yelled, all the samurai held their sword up and screamed for victory.

"...to create..."

Kaido fire form is starting to disappear, turning him back to his blue dragon form.

"... to create the world..."

Then, kaido fire form blown away.

"...where our friends can eat..."

"As much as they want!" You both scream. And use all your power to defeat kaido, you laser, hits kaido body every each. Luffy fist hit kaido face.

Kaido was wide eye to see your ture powers, remembering his past and remembering oden face screaming his name.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!" You both stared screaming so hard, and kaido fell back, getting knocked out, falling down to the sky.

You and luffy sigh, catching your's breath, luffy smiles. You saw a bunch of sky boats with letters saying to defeat kaido, then luffy laughs.

'King.'

'I know exactly who joyboy and lunala are.'

'Who is it?'

'The ones who will defeat me!'

'Then I don't think they'll appear.'

Momonosake falls down, stressed out, and finally placed onigashima safely. And luffy began falling down, you transform back your human self.

And flys down to reach luffy, you grab him. Luffy body transforms back his original self, yamato runs towards you both. You landed carefully, placing luffy in your arms, and you kissed his lips.

You saw Yamato. "(Y/N)?!" She asks, you nodded your head, "Yep that's me, but you have to quiet, luffy is sleeping," you said. "So it's really you, in the bats form," said yamato.

And you felt something, you turnaround to see luffy holding you, warping around you. You smile and you transform back your original self.

"I think he doesn't want to let go," you said, laughing. "Well done, Momonosake." You said, "Yamato...".

Yamato, look at you. "Can you hold me pls, I going to take a nap..." You said about to close your eyes. "Don't die! (Y/N)!" Yamato screamed, shaking your body.

"I'm not gonna die! I just said I'm going to take a nap!" You yelled, "and while you hold me, I'll hold luffy cause he starts getting worried about me." You said. "Luffy really in love you." Said yamato, smiling, you smile back.

You pat luffy head.

THE END!!!!

I'M DONE!!!!

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NEW CHAPTER OF HARROWING LOVE - Arthur Harrow x Reader | Moon Knight Fandom | Innocent Reader x Villain | Asylum Patient Harrow | Older man/Younger woman | Explicit Fic. Read all tags on AO3 [ Here ] Warning: This chapter contains explicit Non-con. If you don't like that, please skip this chapter. Consent between the Reader and Arthur Harrow slides from non-con to dub-con to consensual pretty quickly during the first few chapters. So if you're more into romance and fluff, you'll be good later on. Thank you. Summary of the new chapter: You're asked to help one of the nurses while visiting your Grandma in the hospital. She takes you somewhere unexpected. Excerpt:

“Will you help me willingly?” he then asked, voice smooth and gentle, his eyes finally upon you.

But the answer was already given when you tried to desperately pull away from the nurses’ grip. “Please,” you begged them while you struggled to get out of their hold. “You’re joking. This, I can’t,” there was no way to form a sentence. Surely, this wasn’t real.

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The Moon Goddess's Daughter and The Alpha Masterlist

Description: Dean Winchester is slated to be the next Alpha of his pack. As with all Wolves, Dean is waiting to see who his mate is at 18. But when he doesn't find her within his pack, he wonders if he will ever have a mate at all. On the brink of going feral, Dean is sent away from his pack to search for his mate. He can only return once he's found her, or he must take on a chosen mate. Y/N is the daughter of the current Moon Goddess, Selene. Hidden from the mortal realm after an attack on the moon kingdom, Y/N has heard a lonely howl for the past ten years since she turned 18. When unexpected circumstances force her to leave her current home, will she be able to find the lonely wolf and help heal him?

Pairing: Shifter-Wolf!Dean Winchester x Shifter-Wolf!Female!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Benny Laffite, Castiel, Garth, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Bobby Singer, Henry Winchester (in flashbacks), Nick (Lucifer), OMC Luke, Jack, OMC Zack, and many more!

Word Count: TBD

Warnings (For entire fic): Violence, Language, Sexual Content (Smut of all kinds).

This A/B/O is more werewolf centered than A/B/O-centered. I hope you all enjoy the world I have created through this fic. All characters, unless stated otherwise, are shifter-wolf. It is a world/lore that I stumbled upon and found myself wanting to write.

Chapters:

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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