#THE BLOOD PACT

[meadowsofmay]

i am getting into the xhorhas arc now but — i still can't fucking believe that the mighty nein stole a pirate ship by accidentally killing its crew (except for one guy) because they just wanted to talk to this one guy (they abducted said guy), decided to go fuck where and engage in relationship with the powerful pirate who has an obsession with a god, became full fledged pirates for a while, docked on the pirate island, got banned from said pirate island after a day, barely surviving, and then renamed a famous pirate ship that they've kept as the balleater.

what a fucking arc that was, holy shit

[starlightsuffered]

The Blood Pact

A/N - I'm sorry this took so long. Since J. K. Rowling is a terf I've been not keeping up with the prequels. I had to do my research on what a blood pact was.

Warnings - injury, battle, suggestive language

"Death Eaters," said James, right before the spell knocked him off his feet. Regulus Black stepped out of the darkness. I now knew why it had not been a killing curse that struck James.

"Hello, baby brother," Sirius drawled.

"Hello, family disappointment," Regulus smiled, and out from behind him came Lucious Malloy, Evan Rosier, and Bellatrix Lestrange. It was four against five, in our favor, but it was a fearsome four to be certain. If only Pettigrew were ever around, he was always absent these days.

"Hello Cuzzy Wuzzy," Bellatrix laughed madly, I saw Regulus join in. It was always strange seeing him like this, with this mask on. I think I was probably the only person in the world who knew what Regulus was truly like.

"Where is Snape, isn't he usually with you?" Lily demanded. She was heavily pregnant, I knew James was probably inching his way in front of her ever so carefully.

"I'm tired of small talk," barked Regulus.

"We were just trying to get into Knockturn alley. We don't want any trouble," Remus said. Dumbledore had sent his five best for this very reason. He knew Knockturn alley was all but taken over by Deatheaters. We'd tried to be sneaky, it obviously hadn't worked. We needed an artifact, and we'd been willing to risk our lives to get it.

"Too bad trouble is my middle name," Regulus said as he shot the first spell. He pretended to miss me, if he had wanted it to hit, it would have.

"It's actually Arcturus!" Sirius shouted as the battle began. Spells of every color flew through the air. Regulus, bless his heart, had taken on Lily. He knew she was the most vulnerable of the group, being pregnant, and he wouldn't truly hurt her.

A fire curse caught my robe and I lost time putting it out. I heard a cry from Remus. I didn't have time to look back. I was shaking from the near hit.

Bellatrix laughed maniacally as she cornered me. I dodged her curse, and sent a confusion hex at her, that she wasn't expected, and ran around her. I shot back the body binding hex once I was out of the corner. I had to see how Regulus faired, Lily was a very talented witch.

I saw her, to my shock, make the move of the killing curse. Before she could finish the shape, I sent a jelly legs jinx at her. I shouted that I'd missed, to cover my ass. Lily still gave me an odd look as the green light of the Avada Kadavra curse went flying into the distance.

Regulus was safe for now, but I had to get to him. He actually had the artifact we'd needed. I was supposed to get "lost" in the market and have him discreetly pass it to me. It seemed he hadn't been able to shake off his buddies before we bumped into each other.

"I've got him Lily," I shouted, before running to Regulus. We shot a few curses back and forth to make it look real. Regulus and I had a blood pact. We couldn't truly duel, so neither of us actually aimed at the other. It was the only loophole we knew.

This would be hard. I'd never quite mastered magic without speaking the spell, but now I'd need to use Accio with my mind so no one would know what happened. I screamed the spell in my mind, and a shining thing flew through the air, and into my hand.

Regulus gave me a small nod, as I went to help someone else. I ran into the fray.

"Retreat!" I called. I had been put in charge of the decision to retreat. We had what we needed. We were disapperating at top speed, trying to not have the Deatheaters cling to us to follow.

Finally, all of us were at our pre determined safe spot. Remus was bleeding from a welt on his cheek. James was pale and shaky, he looked like he'd possibly had Crucio used on him. Lily looked pretty normal, seeing as she'd battled Regulus. Sirius was by far the worst. Blood crusted in his hair, and his nose was severely broken.

"Why did you call retreat?" Asked Lily.

"Because I got it," I said with a grin.

"Got what?" Remus said in confusion.

"The artifact," I said with a beam.

"How?"

"Accio," I explained.

"Accio worked? It wasn't warded?" Sirius said incredulously.

"I guess not," I shrugged, but I noticed the suspicious look on Lily's face. I looked away quickly under the scrutiny.

"Well, we should deliver it asap," Remus reasoned. James still hadn't spoken, and I was sure he was still shaken up from the battle.

Later that evening, I was reading in my living room. To my utter shock, the door began to open. I jumped up with my wand, ready to fight, but it was only Lily.

"Lily? You scared me half to death, why didn't you knock?" I asked.

"To take you off guard," she admitted freely.

"Ummm?" I was nervous, why was she here, she couldn't be here right now. This wasn't planned.

"Why would you want to do that?" I asked, wishing I could make some excuse to force her to leave.

"Because you're hiding something," she said, pointing a finger at me.

"Me?" I spluttered. "No I'm not!"

"Darling, wanna come take a shower with me, saves water and all that," came a suggestive voice. Regulus stopped on the stairs in horror when he saw Lily. He only wore boxers, his pale torso bare.

"What the actual fuck!" Lily said, and it was the first time I'd ever heard her curse. Both Regulus and I were immobilized in seconds by Lily.

"I can't believe it. I mean, I came over here with suspicions, but you're actually a traitor?" Lily demanded of me. I saw tears in her eyes.

I wanted to shake my head, or talk, but the curse held me firm. Lily did some quick magic and switched my paralyzing curse, to just magic ropes, so I could speak.

"It isn't what it looks like," I said.

"Really, because it looks like you're sleeping with the enemy," Lily spat, and her eyes took in my boyfriends half-naked form. "Literally."

"He isn't the enemy," I told her. "We've been together since sixth year, he's never been evil. His parents forced the Dark Mark on him. He has always been a traitor for us. I'm the only one who knows, because I'm the only one he trusts."

"Why should I believe that?" Snarled Lily.

"How do you think I know so much about the other side? I'm not that good of a spy. Even today. Regulus and I had plans to meet up discreetly so he could pass the artifact off to me. Didn't you see how all his spells missed you? He was protecting you because he's on our side."

Lily looked thoughtful at this. She looked over Regulus's panting form.

"I did always think it was odd," she mused. "How grand his powers were described to be, yet every time we dueled him, he never hit us."

"Exactly, him and I can't even duel," I explained.

"Why not," she narrowed her eyes at me.

"We made a blood pact right after we graduated," I told her. Lily finally looked like she believed me. She let the two of us go. I went over to help Regulus up, kissing his cheek.

"Well, it's stupid as Hell for you to be living together, what if someone, you know like me, comes over?" She asked.

"We can't help it," Regulus shrugged his shoulders. "When everyday could be our last, we don't want to be apart anymore than we need to. Plus the place is warded to high heaven, the only reason you got in was because your y/n's secret keeper for her house location."

"That's sweet I suppose," Lily trailed off, I knew she was going to need to get used to this turn of events.

"Lily, you can't tell anyone, please. James if you must, but he CANNOT tell Sirius," I pleaded.

"That's smart, Sirius can't fake emotions to save his life. No one would buy that he hated Regulus if he knew the truth."

"Exactly," I said with a chuckle.

"Fine," Lily said in the end. "I won't tell, in trade for one thing."

"Anything," I said.

"When this shit show is over, you two are coming on a double date with me and James, because you're actually kind of cute together," she said.

"It's a deal," I chuckled.

"Plus, we're tired of double dating with Remus and Sirius, they're so PDA," she laughed.

[stormwifewrites]

Finally able to share this gorgeous commission from @yelenhol to go with the final chapter of Darkness at the Edge of Dawn 🥵💙 I am in awe 💚

[kimkimberhelen]

The Blood Pact - Velvet Ruins (2023)

[artemishuntest]

“we’re in a polycule but every month we vote someone out” isnt that just what nora does with kevin every time she writes a trilogy

[yellowistheraddest]

Sanji Week: day 4 - bonds

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[majosullivan]

See kids, this is why you shouldn’t make a blood oath with your friends. You never know if one of them is being hunted down by a monstrous stag and that touching their blood will automatically make you a target

[godofstory]

art of flirting..

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

pt. 2

you just saw your ex boyfriend, dick grayson, for the first time since he broke up with you.

you ran into him on the street.

no, like, literally ran into him.

you were walking your mom’s dog for her, a german shepherd she got when you moved out. she’d aptly named him trouble. despite his name, trouble was usually a mellow guy, even if he was huge. walking him was just another thing you were doing to try and ignore the thoughts constantly pounding out a beat in your head.

oh, dick would think this is funny! that’s dick’s favorite color, i should buy it! dick and i should go there on our next date!

and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on and-

anyways, you were definitely trying to keep yourself busy.

any time a memory popped up in your brain of him—

laughing at your jokes, holding you close while you fell asleep, kissing your neck while he thrust into you

—you’d empty the dishwasher, paint your nails, (any color but blue) turn on reality tv, read a book, stuff your face, whatever.

anything to stop fucking thinking about him and his stupid blue eyes and his dumb smile.

you’d been been watching the news, sprawled across the couch. just the regular gotham news: don’t use main street, mr. freeze’s ray iced out the pavement. the iceberg lounge had been raided by the police for the third time this month. the justice league defeated yet another extraterrestrial threat to humanity, blah, blah, blah. you weren’t really watching. the news program ended, and the next one started. a gotham gossip show. they were doing a special segment on the wayne family.

of course they fucking were. even your tv was conspiring against you. you had to resist the urge to chuck the remote at it.

you turned it off instead, heading to your room to get ready for a run.

(running for exercise or running from your thoughts?)

your mom had asked you to take trouble right before you’d walked out the door, and so you grabbed him and his leash and headed out. you’d forgotten the bags for his poop, but you didn’t think you would be out that long, so you just kept on going.

you were wearing the leggings dick had bought you, ones he joked should be a specific blue color. you hadn’t understood then, but you more than understood now. it was warmer, and so you just had on an old sports bra on top, and some converse.

you were not the athletic type. that was dick. probably still was. you wouldn’t really know.

you hadn’t talked since it happened, like three or four weeks ago.

time had become a little fuzzy. your mom said you could stay with her as long as you needed, but you were starting to get the itch to move out.

nothing against your mom, it’s just hard to sob really loudly into a pint of ice cream when she’s there.

and she keeps trying to wash the one shirt of dick’s you still have. you know, fully well, how dumb it is, (and a little gross) but you’re still wearing his shirt every night to bed. and maybe it’s all in your head, but it still smells like him. you aren’t ready to wash it. besides, now that you’re sleeping by yourself, you’re pretty sure it’s helping you fall asleep. something that was hard to do the first few nights without your big warm boyfriend next to you in bed.

it probably isn’t good for you, to keep wearing his shirt.

you’d had your hand between your thighs more than once late at night thinking about being enveloped in his scent. your nights were haunted with thoughts of his body over yours, his phantom voice in your ear. calling you angel, asking you if this was heaven, like the last time you’d had sex.

it definitely isn’t good for you.

but neither is life without dick grayson.

you try not to dwell on the fact that dick had given you a sort of non-reason for the breakup. sure, it got lonely sometimes, or you got anxious for your masked boyfriend, so you cried. so what if your patience wore thin after a few too many “i’m sorry, angel, i can’t make it this time”-s.

you were human!

but you’d never, never once complained about his absence or his commitments to his family.

never.

he’d just assumed you were silently suffering and it really irked you if you thought about it for too long. you still weren’t sure if you were mad at him or sad, or whatever. it felt like your brain couldn’t decide on an emotion so you just got twelve at once. but what you did know for sure was that he was 110% worth it to you. you just wish he’d realize that. see that. instead of just the times you were a little emotionally strung out. your ex boyfriend was too willing to sacrifice his own mental health for the sake of yours and you were sick of it. but you didn’t know if you had the courage to say that to him. or even see him, after the way this breakup had hit you.

your friends had managed to get you out of the house, a few times now.

you’d gotten almost too drunk every time, escaping your friends and going outside to get some air. this time, you saw a guy that looked just enough like dick, and it’d all been too much. so you got out of there. you sat yourself down on the curb, looking up at the hazy rooftops. you were always looking up. always.

and since the break up, you’d noticed the vigilantes of your city more often. maybe there was more criminal activity. maybe you were just paying more attention than you used to.

you’d seen spoiler and orphan, pounding the pavement behind you to run after some seedy looking guy holding a briefcase. you think spoiler tried to high five you on the way past, but there was no way. you wrote it off as your memory embellishing things.

you were pretty sure red hood had nodded at you before disappearing down a fire escape on the other side of the building.

your mom had recently gotten a delivery of security cameras for her house. but she hadn’t ordered them. the shipping address had only the address of some warehouse on the dock, the name just, ‘R.R.’ you’d set the cameras up, but you and your mom both were still baffled about it.

and here, sitting on the curb, you were staring at what looked like a dark figure crouched on the rooftop opposite. they’d been there when you’d entered the club, too.

you squinted, trying to make out shoulders and suit colors, when they stood up, and the light bounced off his shiny cowl.

fucking batman?

you shook your head, trying to shake your drunk brain like an etch-a-sketch. there was actually no way.

a smaller figure, one you hadn’t seen behind the shape of batman (!?) pulled a weapon, a gleaming silver sword, and pointed it at you. your head spun. batman (there was no way) shook his head at robin. he sheathed his sword, throwing his hands up in what looked like annoyance. you blinked, and they were gone.

you weren’t really sure if it had happened or not. you’d been trying not to think too hard about the fact that you still hadn’t seen nightwing. you’d really been trying.

so instead, you were walking your mom’s dog.

trouble had, in fact, pooped, and you were frantically looking around for something to pick it up with. gotham was already shitty enough without the addition of, well, literal shit. the streets were busy, but not crowded, and someone down the block whistled for a cab, catching your attention. you turned, and at the same time, trouble jerked your arm, pulling you backwards into someone walking on the sidewalk. the stranger made a choked sound.

“trouble??”

your heart stopped. you held your breath, turning around.

trouble was at attention, looking up at your ex-boyfriend with his head cocked.

dick’s eyes were wide. his hair shorter than you remember. he leaned down to scratch trouble behind the ears, his biceps and shoulder muscles in hard relief. are you dreaming? you didn’t recognize the shirt he had on, but he was wearing your favorite jeans of his, and his matching converse. your mouth felt like a desert.

trouble trails around the two of you, the leash long. he loves your ex-boyfriend, you know he won’t go anywhere.

“did you cut your hair?” you take a step forward. dick does too.

“i-” he clears his throat. “i did. do you like it?” he shifts his eyes, his cheeks bright pink.

you make a show of looking it over. he turns his head so you can see it from all angles. like he always did when he got a haircut.

your chest hurts.

you nod approvingly, flashing him a weak smile.

“it looks really nice. you’re very-” your face heats as you stop yourself. “it looks very handsome.”

that’s an understatement. you would’ve climbed him like a tree the minute he’d come home looking like that. the way his biceps were bulging out of his shirt sleeves could not be good for his circulation. it was great for yours, your heart was beating a mile a minute.

dick smiles down at you, stepping forward again.

“thanks.” he looks down, taking in your outfit. “nice leggings, ang-” he’s cut off when trouble spots a squirrel and darts, barking wildly. the problem is, trouble had been walking his leashed self around you and dick.

you’re now chest to chest with your ex boyfriend in the middle of a sidewalk, tied to him by rope. you vaguely hear trouble whine at the way his collar bit into his neck from the leash pulling taut. you didn’t even have the time to process the fact that he had almost called you angel. which was probably a good thing.

you’re breathing heavily, while dick doesn’t seem to be breathing at all.

he’s put his arms around you on instinct, and you hate the way you feel like you’re home. a shiver runs up your spine at the sudden closeness, and dick peers down at you through half-lids. your mouth dries up again. you suddenly feel indignant.

“you are not allowed to breakup with me and then show up and look at me like that!” you hiss at him.

you would throw up your hands in exasperation if they weren’t basically pinned to dick’s body. a smile breaks across his face, his bright blue eyes telling you everything you need to know. he stares at you, studying you. you wonder if he can feel how hard your heart is beating.

“alfred taught me a new recipe.” he blurts, his hand clutching at your back.

he’s adorable. but you school your face and raise an eyebrow at him.

“..oookay?”

dick blushes, his face sheepish. “i could make it for you, if you wanted.”

“what i want is an apology.” you look him up and down.

your ex boyfriend grimaces, squeezing his eyes shut. “understandable.”

“on your hands and knees. i think this is one of those begging-for-my-forgiveness type situations, don’t you think?”

dick nods, a strand of hair falling across his forehead. his eyes flash.

“you don’t have to worry about getting me on my knees.”

one heartbeat pounds behind your ribs, the other one between your legs. you huff out a weird sort of nervous laugh.

“oh, i’m not joking.” his lips curve up in a smile, one you know very well. he obviously plans to make up on lost time.

you forgot how charming he was. you have to practically force yourself to breathe. you’d do anything to have the real thing over his old t-shirt. you give yourself a mental shake.

he can flirt all he wants, but what about your heart? you look up at him, and his face softens, his pupils huge.

“can you get us untangled?”

dick nods, whistling for trouble. he frees an arm and grabs trouble’s collar, guiding him back around so the leash falls to the sidewalk. you step back, taking a deep breath. you’re cold at the sudden loss of his body heat. it’s a harsh reminder of reality. you grab trouble’s leash, having him sit. you look at your ex boyfriend.

“thanks.” you take another deep breath. “can you promise me something, though?”

he nods, his face serious. “anything. anything at all.”

“promise you won’t break my heart again?” you hold out your pinky finger.

dick coughs, surprised at your words. he looks down, taking a shaky breath. he’s in disbelief, he’s ecstatic, he’s on top of the world, he…has a lot of apologizing to do.

when he looks back up to offer up his own pinky, his eyes are shining. the sight makes your heart melt. you take his finger in yours, beaming up at him.

he gives you a soft smile in return. “i promise.”

you take your hand back, feeling the most hopeful you have in a month.

a breeze picks up, and the whiff you get reminds you of your earlier predicament. you look down. dick looks down too.

shit. literally.

you forgot about the fact that trouble had used the sidewalk as a toilet.

“is that trouble’s?” he asks.

you nod, making a face. “i forgot the poop bags.”

“rookie mistake.” dick shakes his head, smiling. you look him up and down, and then turn, walking back the way you came.

“text me about that recipe!” you lift your hand in a wave.

“but-..uh, the shit?” he calls after you.

“that’s alllll you, baby!” you yell back, practically skipping away. you feel like you’re floating.

[leafie-draws]

coping with the horrors by making an evil oc everyone say hi to Oakley 🐑

[imasexypotato]

Yeaaaaaah......a "rumor"......👀

[evaporatingvoid]

TW: blood

wanna share some cherry jam with him?

[lunarrosette]

They should’ve just found out how to turn grant into a werewolf that would’ve been sick as hell and probably a little less traumatizing than the whole chimera thing

[sodaneko]

(walking through the abandoned castle during a blood moon night) OH NOOO i sure hope there aren't any ELDRITCH HORRORS or DEMON LORDS lurking in the shadows with their TOO-BRIGHT EYES and their TOO-SHARP TEETH AND CLAWS who want me as their SACRIFICIAL MAIDEN or STEAL ME AWAY me to their MYSTICAL REALM gosh that would be SOOO SCARY

[cake-wlk]

Look I know I'm being delusional but why is his pose so similar to Subject Two's ingame event art