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Bound

Summary:

For a creature with such tainted and cursed blood to attempt what he did, being consumed by the flames seemed the most merciful punishment. For a werewolf to summon a demon—if the Devil himself didn’t come up to spite him for such an insult, he was sure God would have. (werewolf!Alfred and demon!Ivan)

Notes:

Gift for @flying-fish-styx in @spaceracedates 's Rusame Secret Santa event Surprise!!! >:) I got you for the secret santa lol. when I tell you I STRUGGLED to pick one of your prompts, I mean it lmao. I loved them all. But I had to choose. Hope you enjoy! love you Prompts: Running away together/ Magic/ Demons/ werewolves TW: medium gore, death. Arthur stans, this one is not for you, babes ao3 link in the notes

He was… alive.

Wounded and dizzy from the blood loss, legs too weak for him to stand, but still, very much, alive . 

And for the life of him, he couldn’t understand why . From the moment he slid the blade across his palm and painted the circle with his blood while reciting the ominous chant, he’d expected to burst into flames as the floor opened up and swallowed him into the deepest pits of Hell. That’s what should have happened. For a creature with such tainted and cursed blood to attempt what he did, being consumed by the flames seemed the most merciful punishment. 

For a werewolf to summon a demon—if the Devil himself didn’t come up to spite him for such an insult, he was sure God would have. 

Perhaps that was still a possibility for him. 

As Alfred stared into the six eyes of the demon in front of him—towering over him in height, monstrous body covered in scales and black tar, claws strong enough to crush him with one swipe, and a mouth full of crooked, fanged teeth—he couldn’t help but wonder if this one had come to grant his wishes like the book said, or if it was here to tear him to pieces. 

“Hello.” 

Alfred couldn’t help but flinch as the sound ripped through his body. The beast’s mouth didn’t move when it spoke. Whatever voice it possessed slammed into him like a shockwave and vibrated through his soul into his brain. It was deep and pitched and ghostly all at once. Terrifying and sinister. And looking right at Alfred for an answer. 

“Hi,” Alfred choked out, his voice almost swallowed by his own shaky, horrified breathing. 

The demon—cocking its head to the side—seemed to recognize his fear. It should have been then that it opened its mouth and swallowed Alfred whole. But instead, it let out a single, low laugh, before rising to its hind legs and… shifting. 

Scales and claws sunk into pale flesh, fangs retracted into its mouth, and bones cracked audibly as its form changed into that of a man. A perfectly normal looking man. With the horns of a bull and eyes of glowing violet. And naked from head to toe. 

“I apologize.” Its—his voice came smooth like burning liquor, no longer that unworldly noise. “It’s been some time since my last summoning. I’ve forgotten that humans get a little spooked by our true forms.”

How was Alfred to respond? Even though the demon seemed human now , Alfred had already seen what it could become. In seconds, it could change back and take his head in one bite. Instead, it was apologizing. Being… polite. 

“Why are you here?” Alfred recognized the voice as his own, but he didn’t remember moving his lips to speak. 

The demon replied again by cocking his head to the side. He looked down at the circle under his bare feet, then over at the worn, ancient book at Alfred’s side. “ You summoned me, my dear. Have you forgotten?” Then he smiled—all teeth—and Alfred was shown that even in his human form, the demon still had the power to tear his throat out if he so wished. Behind those innocent, pink lips was a full set of fangs, and a taste for flesh. 

“But—” Alfred swallowed, and the demon watched with an eerie patience as he waited for his answer. Clutching his bleeding hand to his chest and suppressing the tremor in his voice, he continued. “—I’m a werewolf. My blood is cursed ! This shouldn’t have worked. How is—. I—”

“Yet you still tried.” The demon took a step closer. And closer. Until he knelt before Alfred with his hand outstretched. When Alfred didn’t move, still frozen in terror, the demon reached out to take his wounded hand into his own. “You humans will do anything when you are desperate.” 

“I’m not human.” He tried desperately to tear his hand away from the beast, but he refused to let go. “Not anymore.” 

“If that is one of your requests, I’m afraid I can’t help you.” The demon examined Alfred’s wounds before bringing them to his lips and running his forked tongue along the cuts. It must have had a sudden taste for blood, Alfred assumed. Until his wounds started to heal. Heal . Then the demon released Alfred’s hand and sat cross-legged on the floor. “I can make you stronger, taller, give you wings or claws, but I can’t change you back into a human.” 

Alfred stared down silently at his hands. They were perfect. Restored. Like nothing had happened. But a demon still sat in front of him, waiting for his command like a dog. “You… you’re really here to help me? To do whatever I want?” 

“For a price. Depending on the weight of your requests, I will take away pieces of your soul until one day, you simply drop dead.” Said like a host explaining the rules of a game. Like his life was nothing but another number on the board. 

“And if I don’t make any requests?” 

“Then I leave. And you go back to suffering whatever it was that pushed you to this point. Shall I?” 

As he began to stand, Alfred instinctively reached out to grab him and keep him in his place. But the moment his hands came in contact with the demon’s skin, he pulled away. The demon was ice cold to the touch.

“Wait— Please. I—I have a request.” 

At that, the demon smiled and returned to his spot in front of Alfred on the floor. 

“Well?” 

Alfred once more found himself at a loss for words. What he wanted to say screamed in his mind and begged to be heard, but his throat remained locked. 

“I may live forever, but you won’t.” 

The demon was mocking him. 

“Come now. What was so important to you that you risked your life to summon me?” 

Say it. 

Say it.

“Tell me, little pup.” 

Alfred’s head jerked up at the nickname and somehow found the courage to give the demon a glare. “Don’t call me that.” 

Unfazed, the demon smiled wider. Then said, “ Woof . ” 

His breath hitched, the dam broke, and the words burst from his chest. “I want you to kill the man who turned me!” His whole body went cold as his own words escaped. Any moment now, his pack would burst through the doors of the abandoned barn and drag him back to their den to be punished. He was already dead. His fate was sealed. So he continued. “He took everything from me. I had a life! A family! And he took it all away. He kept me alive because he said I was strong. That I would be good for the pack, but I wish everyday he would have killed me too.” 

His hands wouldn’t stop shaking, so he pinned them under his arms. “My only way out is to kill him. But I can’t do it. I can’t kill him. This stupid, fucking eternal pack bond keeps me from even—” His hands were in front of him now, wrapped around an invisible neck and squeezing until his nails drew crescents into his palms. Then he let out a defeated breath and let his hands fall back onto his lap. “I can’t hurt him. We’re bound by blood. I’m… I’m trapped.” 

The demon let out a soft, amused hum of understanding before straightening his posture. “Humans are all the same. Violence is always their solution.” Then a pause Alfred dared not interrupt. “Alright then. Tell me, little one. Who is he, and where can I find him?” 

Alfred answered slowly with hesitation in his voice. 

“Arthur Kirkland. He’s at the den.” 

(v—v) 

When Alfred had imagined how it would be like to kidnap his pack leader, he thought it would be something out of a movie. He would walk down the hallway of their shared house, and the demon behind him would slaughter everyone who stepped foot in their path. By the end, Alfred would be untouched, but covered in blood, and Arthur would beg to be spared once he saw the lifeless bodies of his pack members laying dead. But life wasn’t like the movies. 

Once Alfred had made his request, the demon fell into the shadows—gone—and seconds later, came back with the man, holding him by the neck like he was a doll. 

“This one?” He held Arthur up like a freshly caught fish as the werewolf clawed and struggled for breath. Sensing danger, Arthur began to shift. But before he could even get his claws to form, he was slammed into the floor so hard that it was a wonder how his skull didn’t crack open. 

“Nice try,” the demon sang. “But try again and I will rip your head off.” Confident the wolf wouldn’t make another attempt to shift, he looked again to Alfred and repeated his question. “Is this the one you want me to kill?” 

Only then did Arthur notice there was another person in the room. Alfred, the boy he had saved and raised ; he thought of him as a son. Why would he do this? 

“Alfred,” his voice shook, blood dripped past his lips onto the floor. ”What is this? What have I done? Say it isn’t me, boy! Tell him the truth. It isn’t me! You have to help me—”

“Yes” —a black, clawed hand clamped his mouth shut—”or no? I will take silence as a ‘yes’.” 

Alfred stared into Arthur’s wild, panicked eyes, unable to move. His wolf instincts screamed for him to save his pack leader, so loudly that he could barely hear the muffled pleads. It was only barely that he was able to force one, single nod. 

Then the screams began. 

And the world around him fell into a dark blur. 

His whole body felt numb as he watched—unseeing—at the slaughter in front of him. He witnessed every strike, every piece of flesh torn from Arthur’s body, but at the same time, saw nothing. Like everything he saw was immediately wiped from his memory the moment he saw it. 

Then it was over.

He didn’t know how long it lasted, but Arthur was no longer… Arthur. He was bits and pieces scattered across the walls. Chunks of flesh stuck between the demon’s teeth as it licked its fingers clean. An echo of a voice in the back of his mind. He was gone. And Alfred was free. 

He was free. 

What now? 

It didn’t matter.

He was free. 

But nothing had changed. 

He looked down at his hands, soaked in red as the pool of blood spread closer to him. It stained his clothes. Clothes that Arthur had bought him. Arthur. His leader. The man who saved him. 

He had made a mistake. 

“Bring him back.” 

He lurched forward, scraping the blood and guts on the floor back into a heap. 

“I fucked up. Bring him back!” 

He didn’t know if the demon responded. All he could hear was his own frantic breathing as he gathered the pieces of Arthur into his hands and laid them in the center of the floor. 

But nothing worked. 

Arthur was gone. 

And it was all his fault. 

He felt wetness on his cheeks and reached up to wipe it away, only for the blood to mix with his tears until it was hard to tell the difference between the two. 

“I fucked up,” he choked out. “This isn’t what I wanted. I take it back. Please—” 

“I’m sorry, little one.” The demon squatted in front of him, flesh squelched beneath his feet. “I cannot take back what I’ve done.” 

“But I messed up. This isn’t what I wanted—” 

“It is.” The demon reached forward to steady Alfred’s hands. 

Then the world around them shifted, and when Alfred looked up again, he saw the night sky and the rain falling around them. The blood on his hands washed away, and in the dark mud beneath them, it simply disappeared. He didn’t know where they were, but everything around them smelled different. New. 

“This isn’t my first time taking a human’s request to kill someone in their family. There is always regret, but in time, you will move on and realize it was the right choice.” 

“How long does that usually take?” His voice trembled from the adrenaline and the cold. Without having to say a word, the demon shielded him from the rain with his wings. 

“Months. Sometimes years. It depends on the person.” 

“Why are you being nice to me?” 

“Can I not be?” 

“You’re a demon.” 

“And I am bound to you.” 

Bound like he used to be with Arthur. Yet this felt different, somehow. 

“What’s your name?” 

It was a simple enough question, but it was one the demon still needed to think over. “I have no name, but my previous owner called me ‘Ivan’. I suppose you can call me that as well.” 

Ivan. The name of the demon that would be with him for the rest of his life. 

“Ivan,” he tried. The name sounded right. “Ivan, take me somewhere warm.” 

The demon smiled, bowing his head. “As you wish.” 

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: America/Russia (Hetalia) Characters: America (Hetalia), Russia (Hetalia) Additional Tags: Dragons, Alternate Universe - Dragons, Magic, Alternate Universe - Magic, Emotional Manipulation, Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-con Elements, Magical Tattoos, Sex, Porn With Plot, Human Sacrifice, RusAme Secret Santa Summary:

I was @deadandcheerful's secret santa this year so this is for them! ଘ(✿ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ~~✩

Alfred lives in a world shrouded in an ancient, everlasting snow storm. The humans of this world live in fear of the monsters outside their city and the dragons ruling them from above. All Alfred wants is a life of warmth and happiness in this world. All Ivan wants is a useful pawn.

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: America/Russia (Hetalia) Characters: America (Hetalia), Russia (Hetalia), Omega America (Hetalia) - Character, Alpha Russia (Hetalia) - Character Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Magic, Eventual Sex, Enemies to Lovers, Dubious Consent, Past Rape/Non-con, FACE Family (Hetalia), Trust Issues, Angst, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Alfred is small, Ivan is tall Summary:

The chaotic deal of mutual gain between dramatic poet King Ivan Arlovskaya Braginsky and tiny satan Prince Alfred Frederick Kirland-Bonnefoi

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: America/Russia (Hetalia) Characters: America (Hetalia), Russia (Hetalia), Omega America (Hetalia) - Character, Alpha Russia (Hetalia) - Character Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Magic, Eventual Sex, Enemies to Lovers, Dubious Consent, Past Rape/Non-con, FACE Family (Hetalia), Trust Issues, Angst, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Alfred is small, Ivan is tall Summary:

The chaotic deal of mutual gain between dramatic poet King Ivan Arlovskaya Braginsky and tiny satan Prince Alfred Frederick Kirland-Bonnefoi

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Looking for someone to do a RusAme Rp.

- 18+ only please, not for nsfw, simply cause I’m 21 and don’t want to rp with minors.

- I only write as America ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

- I’ll do almost any theme, the only thing I want to avoid is them as actual countries, I like the characters just not nationverse lol

- You can DM me here but I prefer to keep my rps on google hangouts so message me there too if you want. My Gmail is juliafandom1516@gmail.com

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I know this is probably a long shot but all I want for Christmas is someone to roleplay RusAme with. 🥺

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NSFW will be tagged as #lemon sorta NSFW is #Lime Weird fet shit/ extreme NSFW is #orange reblog to spread awareness that we’re back on the citrus scale

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Here’s something else I made, Reblog if you are anti maps

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i just had the funniest experience in vr chat, i joined a random server and the one i joined had Japanese people so i waddled around in my goofy club penguin avatar that i have saved, after a while a guy walks up to me and clones my avatar so were both penguins then another guy shows up and clone my avatar

now keep in mind there only speaking Japanese i don’t know what they are saying, then another guy joins in, so i got a group of three penguin friends

we just waddle around and goof about, the one of them tries to talk to me, but not only do i not have a mic i also don’t speak Japanese, they figure out i don’t speak Japanese and start listing various places, they get the part of being European right, and after listing a lot of places they ask if im from the UK and when i nod they all just start cheering. after hanging out for a while one of them gets real close to me and whispers…

“penguin brothers forever”

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im very grateful for the lessons in photography i was taught in stop motion class because just now they made it possible to photograph the stars with my phone in spite of the camera usually not detecting the light of stars because theyre so dim,,,, enjoy these shiny motherfuckers

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The Netherlands democratically puts a list of the 2000 best songs together every year around New Year’s and the biggest mystery every time is whether Bohemian Rhapsody wins again

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Okay non-European tumblr, I’m gonna explain to you why ‘white’ isn’t as simple here as it is in the rest of the world

- Shades of white in Europe range from ‘freshly fallen snow’ to ‘I am frequently mistaken as being from the Middle East’

- White European is a thing. When you fill out a form, under ethnicity, there are several options for white; white British, white European, white other. Because people make that distinction

- There are Europeans who don’t class their ethnicity as their skin colour, but as their nationality. I have family who don’t think of themselves as white, they just think of themselves as Italian and don’t really give much thought to their skin colour

- People here in Britain always question if darker skinned white Europeans are ‘actually white’. I get it a lot myself. My response is always ‘well I’m not anything else, so obviously I must be’

- Despite being white, a lot of Europeans from Italy, Greece, Spain etc, don’t feel white in the traditional sense. We’re not white like white British people. We’re not white like white Americans. We’re our own white. White British is one thing. White Italian is another thing. White Greek is another, etc

- Which is why we have this notion here in Europe of ‘nationality over race’. Being white isn’t as important as where you’re from

- So this really only becomes an issue if you’re an immigrant

- So being white in Europe doesn’t save you from racial discrimination, because sure, you’re technically white, but you’re not white white. Not the right white

- Here in England, Europeans with really blatantly foreign names, such as myself, find it more difficult to get job interviews, because they take one look at our name and don’t bother reading the rest of the CV. A guy I know was actually told by his boss to reduce the pile of CVs he had by ‘chucking away any with a name you can’t fucking pronounce’

- And then even when you do get an interview, half the time you walk into the joint several shades darker than everyone else and feel like you’ve walked into the ‘Swedish supermodel’ clubhouse and you just know you’re not getting hired

This is all basic stuff and it’s very much taken for granted here. Race and ethnicity are not as clear cut, so it can be very confusing for non-Europeans to wrap their heads around. Which is fine. But I implore you to stay in your lane, because when you say things like ‘no white person anywhere in the world ever knows what it’s like to face racial discrimination’, it’s really fucking offensive to all of the European immigrants who are denied jobs, harassed by the police and beaten by racists, because foreign is foreign to these people, and they don’t give a shit if you’re technically white. So when you mean white American, say white American. 

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how to draw arms ? ? 

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twitter etiquette for new users

replying is how you make friends! reply to anything you want and be friendly. don’t make rude jokes if you’re not friends already though!

quote retweeting is a no-no. when you “retweet with a comment” it’s not liked by content creators because it makes a new tweet out of their tweet and they don’t get the likes and retweets they would get if you’d just retweeted it straight up. if you want to comment on a retweet, reply to it or post a new tweet starting with “LRT” which stands for “last retweet” (it’s fine to quote retweet dumb memes and so on.)

you can make your tweets private. this means no one but your followers will be able to see what you post and no one will be able to retweet your content.  you can switch back and forth between private and public at will. some people make a separate private account to tweet personal stuff and let mutuals follow it only. it’s a good way to keep things separate.

what is privatter? privatter is a third party web app that content creators can allow to be attached to their twitter. it lets them tweet content that they can make exclusive to logged in users, followers, mutuals, or a specific list of users. as long as you are logged in to twitter and fall into the intended category, you’ll be able to see it. 

you can mute people you follow. (and those you don’t, ofc.) you can also mute words and phrases and entire conversations. if you mute someone you follow and they reply to you, that reply will still show up in your notifications. it’s a good way to keep the peace!

you can limit notifications to people who follow you or to mutuals. (notifications from people you follow will still show up regardless of which option you’ve selected.)

miscellaneous tips and warnings: if you accidentally unfollow and refollow someone, it won’t show up in their notifications as long as it’s within a couple minutes. no more accidental stuff. everyone can see who everyone follows so watch out. people will know if you unfollow. if you want to report someone and want them gone forever, report a tweet where they used a curse word. screenshotting tweets for harassment is a no-no and can get you banned. don’t be lame. don’t be a dick. vaguing others is generally really bad form and so is complaining about content within a fandom you’re in. use the mute tools at your disposal and don’t be a spoiler. you won’t come back from a rep like that and everyone sees everything.

that’s it! happy tweeting!!

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The bathroom at work has a motion sensor light that turns off every 30 seconds so every time I try to take a fucking shit at work I gotta have a rave party with my arms while sitting my ass on the toilet or else I’ll just sit in pitch blackness

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YOU’RE FREAKING WELCOME TEEN TITANS FANDOM