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juletheghoul · 4 years ago

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Domum (Part 2)

I am dedicating this to you @221bshrlocked, I really hope you enjoy this second instalment of Vamp Boyfriend Max and please know that whenever I return to this world, I'm thinking of you.

There will be a part three.

Max Phillips x F!Reader

Pairing: Max x F!Reader

Word Count: 5.5K

Warnings: **TRIGGER WARNING** Max is a vampire so there will be blood talk, some of it sexual in nature, implied violence (nothing super graphic), language, Smut 18+, PIV sex (wrap it up), slight dirty talk, Oral-female receiving, supernatural themes, descriptions of gore

Reblogs are appreciated

Masterlist Part 1

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“And just when did you forsake me hm?” You stared at Ambrose, curled up and purring loudly against Max's chest on your bed. He seemed to choose Max over you half the time and you couldn’t help but be a little jealous. He stared at you with his eyes half closed, blinking slowly and you sighed at the image of your two favourite boys in your bed.

“Fine, let Max feed you then.” You were only half kidding.

“Jealousy doesn’t become you, my love.” His eyes were closed but he smiled, imagining the look on your face.

“You shush, you’re only smug because he favours you.” He laughed at your tone and made a show of kissing Ambrose on his little face and you rolled your eyes. He set him down onto the floor - against Ambrose's wishes- and pulled you into bed. “I have to go to the market-” he cut you off with a kiss. It was so hard to push him away when he kissed you like that. When his hands held your face so tenderly.

“I would like for you to stay, stay in bed with me.” he kissed your neck and you felt the ghost of his fangs caressing your pulse point. Always letting you give consent before piercing your skin. You shivered slightly but you couldn’t give in. Giving in always meant you weren’t getting anything done. It took a great deal of self control to slip out of his grip and you quickly pulled away, leaving him in order to gather the clothing you had mended.

“If I let you carry on I'll waste the day.” you scolded him without any real anger.

“Waste? You call what we do a waste?” he laid on his back, arm over his eyes in mock distress. You could see the little smile at the corner of his mouth.

“You know full well what I meant - I need to bring these things to the market or Mrs. Johnson will have my head. I will be back soon, and then we can do whatever you want.” He perked up at the last bit, like you knew he would.

“Anything…?” He had pure mischief in his eyes and you blushed slightly at the implication.

“Yes - within reason I don’t think I need to clarify.” You approached the bed and he hastily got up to sit at the edge, making space for you between his legs. You stood and stared down at him - he looked up at you like you were the very air he breathed and you wondered for a brief moment how you could be so lucky.

“I’ll be waiting for you my love, like always.” he spoke with pure devotion as he hugged you around the middle. You ran your fingers lovingly through his hair- pulling it back lightly to kiss him on the mouth.

“You better.” You smiled at him, then made your way out.

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You made it to the market quickly and found Mrs Johnson stomping her foot impatiently and you braced yourself for an onslaught but she cheered up when she caught sight of you. She was one of the nicer villagers and you had a good relationship with her.

“There you are, girl - I was beginning to worry. Let me see.” She took the garments you had carefully folded up out of your arms and inspected your work. A frown of concentration on her face as she inspected a big tear you had mended. “Perfect - as I knew it would be. Thank you sweetling, here - for your trouble.” she handed you a small purse of coins and you took it thankfully.

“My thanks - I am always available for work.” You both said your goodbyes and you stopped to stock up on more thread. You needed new needles as well and you were perusing for more materials when you heard someone calling you. It was the young girl you’d helped almost a year ago, you had learned her name was Sarah and since then she had taken a shine to you. Treating you like an older sister and you regarded her in much the same manner. The little sister you never had.

“What is all the commotion?” You raised your eyebrows at her, she was breathless with excitement.

“I knew you hadn’t heard! There are new people in the village! They came in last night!” The smile on her face was half wild with excitement, times like this you realized how young she was and it always endeared her to you.

“Okay Sarah, take a deep breath and tell me.” You half laughed as you paid for your things and walked through town with her. She was bouncing on the balls of her feet as she grabbed your arm excitedly, telling you about the band of thespians, entertainers traveling the country; putting on shows and plays. “Singers and bards travel through here from time to time-“ she cut you off.

“Yes but never this many! Seems to be a large company - they’ll finally put that playhouse to use. Isn’t it exciting?” She smiled brightly at you but you had a bad feeling. It wasn’t the same as when Max came into town, this was stronger and it left a bad taste in your mouth. “Look! That’s them!” She whispered excitedly into your ear.

There was a group of men making their way into the big tavern in town and it felt like someone had dumped ice water down the back of your dress. There was something wrong.

Max was there in an instant, Sarah didn’t notice him until he spoke.

“Good morning Sarah.” He spoke with a neutral tone but you knew that he was anything but relaxed. He usually stayed inside during the day and his body language gave him away, to you at least.

“Hello Max! Did you hear?” You rolled your eyes, knowing she would explain the whole thing over again. He had a smile on his face as she spoke but it wasn’t filled with the warmth you had become accustomed to.

This was a mask.

“Newcomers, that’s interesting.” You could see him scanning the outside of the tavern with a critical eye. He sensed whatever you had sensed, and he sensed it all the way from the cottage.

When Sarah left he spoke in hushed tones, you had never seen him like this.

“There is something here. Something hungry.” To everyone who passed by you were a courting couple taking a stroll through the village square but he was unsettled.

“I felt it too, made my hair stand on end.” You pressed yourself up against him, there was a sudden chill in the air and you weren’t exactly sure whether it was his words or the temperature.

“I don’t like this, it seems familiar but I can’t quite place it. I need to find out what it is and either destroy it or get it out of town. I don’t want anyone getting hurt.” You smiled to yourself, remembering his attitude towards the town when he first arrived. Things had changed for you since then, for the most part anyway.

There were still villagers who thought you were the devil incarnate but most of them had embraced you. Sarah had advocated for you and with her being the daughter of prominent members of your community, others had followed. You had a steady stream of customers who came to you as a seamstress, and an even bigger one for your other talents.

The townspeople were wary of Max, everyone except Sarah - she treated him as an extension of you; and she loved you.

He had embraced the villagers, promising you that he would protect this place. That he would protect anything you loved. You both spoke about it as you made your way home and you decided that you would go into town that night to investigate. Go to the tavern and get a drink to see if either of you could find out just what exactly had blown into town.

The tavern was unusually full, it seemed everyone wanted to be out amongst the newcomers. You smiled at Jasper, the old barkeep, you had helped his wife with pain in her legs a few months ago. He always had a smile for you now.

“I will find us a table, Jasper favours you.” Max whispered in your ear and you laughed. You asked the grizzled old man for a glass of wine and some cider, he didn’t let you pay.

The two of you sat in a dark little corner of the tavern, keeping an eye on everyone and chatting idly, Max drinking his wine and you nursing your cider. The two of you waited a couple of hours but it was for naught. Nothing happened - although it was pleasant to be out with him, neither of you sensed anything dangerous. Chalking it up to a loss, you made your way home.

The night was pleasant and you walked leisurely through the woods towards the cottage, the two of you arm in arm - enjoying the clear night sky. You were looking at the moon, seeing it’s position - full moon in a few days you thought to yourself when Max pulled you off the path suddenly. You shrieked in surprise but you quickly recovered when he pushed you up against a large tree. You weren't too far off the path, someone walking by would have to know you were there in order to see you.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” You spoke in mock outrage, he laughed into your skin. He had you caged against the trunk; his face was buried in your neck and he was kissing every inch he could reach.

“I think you know, I believe you told me we could do whatever I wanted this morning.” He lifted your leg, hoisting it high on his hip as he ground into you. You let out a sigh at the feel of him, hard enough to feel through his trousers at your core. The bark of the tree was scratching at the back of your neck, the little bit of pain adding to the pleasure.

“I think I want to hear you say it.” Your voice was breathy, your fingers running through his hair, you guided his face towards yours, you wanted to kiss him. You wanted his tongue in your mouth and his hands on your body. You wanted him closer, always closer. He smiled into the kiss.

“I want to fuck you against this tree my love. I want to feed from you while you cum, I want to taste your pleasure, I want to love you. Will you let me love you?” He watched your mouth as he spoke, his words exciting you so much you ached. So much that you moaned and felt your sex dripping for him. Your heart was pounding, even your blood wanted him.

“Yes, always…” You breathed it out but he swallowed your words. He reached between you to pull your skirts up past your hips, he became impatient with all the fabric and when he reached your undergarments he ripped them roughly. The act excited you, causing another wave of slick to drip out of you and onto your thigh. He knelt in front of, looking up like he was in prayer.

He lifted your leg and draped it over his shoulder and he licked at your core hungrily. You felt his urgency, he sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth with a passion that had you frantically clutching at his hair, it had you grinding into his mouth and it had you almost screaming. Your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave and he drank it down, refusing to pull away until you pushed him. He started undoing his trousers, pulling himself out as he stood.

His eyes were black with lust, as he roughly lifted you against the tree- wrapping both your legs around his hips; lifting you as if you weighed nothing.

“Undo your blouse for me sweet girl, I’m going to bite you where you like it.” he held you against the tree as you hastily undid your corset enough to pull your blouse down. You held tightly onto him as he reached down to guide himself into your wet heat. Both of you groaned when he was fully seated inside you.

It felt better every time. It was bliss, it was ecstasy.

You moaned as he drove into you, the scratching of the tree behind you sharpening the pleasure of his thrusts. You saw his fangs elongate and felt him getting frantic. He wouldn’t last long. You pushed his head down to your breast and he bit it rougher than usual, you could hear the sound of your joining and it was filthy, it was obscene out in the open like this but you didn’t care. The pleasure building with his bite and your blood in his mouth.

He licked your wound closed and moved to your other breast - you saw the brief anguished look of pleasure on his face as he bit your nipple. It hit you again. It was so intense you seized up almost painfully, screaming at the intensity of it. Your cunt clenched around him and he came with a growl.

He set you down, his grip softening, he was gentle again and he licked your wound closed. This was the roughest he’d ever been with you and you enjoyed it far more than you would have ever thought.

He was pulling your shirt back up and straightening your skirts as you caught your breath, he had a little frown on his face.

“What’s wrong?” You touched his face, bringing his attention to you.

“I’m afraid I got carried away, I’m sorry if I was too rough with you.” He looked chastened, he hissed when he saw the scratches on your shoulders and neck from the tree. You laughed lightly but he didn’t join in.

“Max, I thoroughly enjoyed that. I will heal. I can draw myself a special bath and I will be better in a few hours. Please, put it out of your mind my love.” You hugged him to you and he relented.

He was quiet as you made your way home and although he had dropped the subject, you knew he felt guilty. You appreciated the sentiment but you weren’t made of glass.

Once you got home, you had him fill the big kettle as you gathered a few things.

When he returned you had him pull the big tub into the middle of the room, he did so without comment. Once the water was hot enough, he helped you fill the tub and you put a few things into the water; dried herbs and flowers that would help relax you. He watched as you moved about, picking a little bit of this and a pinch of that.

The steam was lovely and it smelled like lavender and wildflowers. You stripped off your clothes and ordered him to do the same but he didn’t right away, you got into the tub and raised your eyebrows at him. He smiled and stripped, joining you in the warm water.

“Here, rub a little of this wherever the skin is irritated.” You handed him a little jar full of a thick oily paste. He obeyed and you felt his big warm hands massaging it into your skin. He was thorough and quiet as he did what you asked, the two of you enjoying the intimacy and the warmth.

He kissed your shoulder when he was done and you laid on his chest between his legs. He washed you gently as you relished his sturdy warmth behind you.

“Max, can I ask you something?” The question popped into your mind and you had to get it out.

“Yes my love?” He was washing your hair, massaging your scalp carefully as you relaxed.

“You told me once that you’ve only ever turned one person, what happened to them?” You asked it casually, you were curious and he never spoke about his past. You felt him tense for a moment before he continued with his actions.

“Do you really wish to know?” His voice sounded a little hesitant, you wanted to know, but only if he wanted to tell you.

“You don’t have to explain if you don’t want to, I was merely curious.” You meant it, whatever happened before either of you met- it didn’t matter. Not now that you had each other.

He carefully poured water on you, washing the soap out of your hair in silence, taking the utmost care to not get any of it in your eyes. You thought the conversation was done but he eventually spoke.

“I’ll tell you one day, not today - allow me to tell you in my own time.” He pressed his face into your neck, kissing your ear and shoulder, his actions soothing the hurt he imagined his response was causing. He was entitled to his silence. You turned to face him, looking up from where your face was pressed against his chest.

“You don’t have to explain, if it hurts too much or if it’s something you don’t like discussing. It’s okay for you to keep things to yourself.” You smiled at him, letting him know there was no double meaning, you meant every word. He pulled you up to kiss you and you felt his devotion to you, felt him saying what you meant to him without words.

You both sat in the bath quietly for a long time.

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A couple of days went by and nothing, no hide nor hair of whatever the two of you had sensed. You were beginning to think that maybe you’d gotten lucky, something passing by near enough for the both of you to pick up on it but not actually staying.

You should be so lucky.

There had been talk in the market of a beast, a monster ripping through the Robertson farm just outside town. Killing a few of his sheep and almost all of his chickens. The carnage was said to be disturbing and the bad taste returned with a vengeance, rocks settling in your stomach. This is not good.

Once you got back home and explained what happened to Max he made it a point to go to the Robertson farm to see if he could get a sense of what it could be. It wasn’t long before he was back - frowning deeply.

“I cannot get a feel for it, it’s not another of my kind that’s for sure. This feels more primal, more violent. I need to get closer.” You could see his frustration, it was bothering him that he couldn’t fix it.

Later on that night, Max got his wish.

You were laying in bed, curled up in each other when something flickered across Max's face. He blurred out of bed with how fast he moved, stopping to hastily put his trousers on. You felt it before you could ask him what was wrong, Ambrose shot out of bed and bounded for the door. He was hissing loudly, his hackles raised higher than you’d ever seen.

“Stay there.” His voice was iron, no room for argument. He stalked over to the door and listened, you heard it all the way from the bed; something massive was outside your cottage. It pressed against the door lightly and you could hear the gouging of the wood, whatever it was - it had claws.

Your heart was in your throat as Ambrose hissed and snarled, you quietly got up to wrap your blanket around you. Max silently moved to your kitchen to look out the window. Ambrose stopped hissing and ran towards your bed.

“It’s gone.” He didn’t move from the window and you tentatively approached him, needing his warmth to reassure you. He instantly rubbed at your arms to calm you. “You’re safe my love, nothing will happen to you. Good news is, I think I figured out what we’re dealing with. It’s a werewolf.”

You knew there had to be other creatures in this world, you yourself were a witch and you were committed to a vampire but you were at a loss for words. You would have laughed, had he not had that look on his face.

“It came straight here, it must sense us in it’s altered state.” He was pacing the room, thinking hard as you sat silent at the table. Shivering even though you had the blanket wrapped around you. You were trying to think about everything you knew about werewolves, you knew there must be something about them in your mothers notes, where were they again? You got up and put on a shift before digging through the big trunk tucked into the corner of the room.

He came over when you yelled in triumph, pulling out your mothers big leatherbound notebook.

He was silently watching you as you flipped through the pages, looking for any insight and then you saw it - she had a whole page on them. Some of the points you already knew, that you needed pure silver to ward them off. They were vicious and their bite was a curse. When they were in their animal state, they were purely primal. They would tear apart their own mothers without a second thought. Aversion to silver & iron, wolfsbane - would make sense as to why it only gauged at the wood of your door. You had fortified your protection once more after Max had come in, leaving out anything that would stop him and him alone.

“Tonight was the last night of the full moon, we have a month to prepare. We have to find out who it is, and destroy them. They cannot be cured, I hope no one gets hurt tonight.” You spoke to him as you put the book on the table. He listened intently and the both of you came up with a plan to go into the market and get as close as you could to the newcomers.

“Hopefully they'll leave before the next full moon, we should be so lucky.” He spoke as he blew out the candles you’d lit, the both of you getting back into bed. You whispered your plans to each other, vowing to warn Sarah. You thought of little trinkets you could make, talismans of protection to the people closest to you. You hoped with everything in you that you wouldn’t wake up to bad news.

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No such luck.

The two of you decided to head into town together the next day, and there were whispers of a great beast everywhere you went. Several people had seen a huge mass stalking around the woods, luckily no one had been hurt. You did notice a few of the more unfriendly villagers giving you hard glares and scowls as you made your way through, you felt Maxs grip tighten slightly at the open show of hostility.

“We’re trying to protect them.” he spoke as you tried to calm him, putting your hand on his chest. He took it and held it there as you walked through. You caught sight of Sarah and she rushed over to you.

“I wanted to warn you- a couple of townsfolk were saying that this has something to do with you. I said that there was absolutely no way - that you’re a good person but I didn’t like how they spoke.” She was visibly upset, imagining her defending you pulled at your heartstrings.

“Oh sweetling, thank you - we’ll be okay, they’re just scared.” You hugged her tightly, trying your best to reassure her. “I’ve made you something, I brought it with me in case I saw you, put this on and don’t take it off. I’ve made one for each of your parents - this should protect you. Please make sure you don’t go out after dark. Do you understand what I’m telling you?” You spoke to her as you handed her the talismans you made. She smiled shyly and put on the necklace.

“I won’t take it off, please - be careful. Both of you.” She hugged you tightly and left quickly.

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For the next couple of weeks both you and Max made it a point to get close to the newcomers. Thinking that maybe if you got close enough you would be able to sense it but it was for naught. They kept fastidiously to themselves, the only time you saw them was when they performed. Even then - Max couldn’t get a sense of who the danger was. You had learned from your mother’s book that it would be difficult, that the days before and after a full moon - this person could appear to be perfectly human.

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The full moon was coming in just a few days and the tension between you and a few townspeople was palpable. Even before Sarah and other people had embraced you, things were never this bad.

You studied the book constantly, using your mothers knowledge to create a weapon that would be able to kill the beast. It would have been better to cure it but it was for naught, there was none to be found. The biggest fear would be that someone else would get bitten, spreading the curse to someone else.

Well, not the biggest fear - the biggest fear would be that someone would get killed.

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“What do you propose we do? This is the best course of action. You know that.” He was right, as angry and upset as you were, you had to admit he was right.

“I don’t like it Max. I should be out there with you.” Your voice was soft, you were trying to argue but he looked so worried.

“I know. I cannot focus if there’s a chance you might get hurt. If something were to happen to you, I would never forgive myself- you know it makes sense- I can cover more ground without you.” He walked over to you, untangling your arms to wrap them around his neck.

He had a way of making you crack, of burrowing under your skin; into your heart. You couldn’t help but press your ear to his chest.

“I have to know you’re safe, if we both get hurt then we’re useless.” He pressed his lips to your temple.

“Very well, please be careful.” You held him tightly, as tight as you could and he let you.

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It felt horrible to sit around and worry.

You made tea, you flipped through the book absentmindedly, it was almost a compulsion. Ambrose could sense your anxiety and he plopped down on your lap, purring loudly against your skin.

Max insisted on patrolling every night of the full moon. He was determined to destroy the beast and have your lives return to normal and you couldn’t blame him, but you couldn’t sleep until he walked through your door safe and sound. When he eventually did you would nearly tackle him to the ground.

The relief wasn’t to last though.

He burst through your door on the last night of the full moon. He was covered in blood and he held a body in his arms.

Your heart seized up, Sarah was limp in his arms. You were frantic, you could see her throat had been ripped open and you held the scream in your throat. He was speaking to you as he laid her down on the table.

“My love, I need you to focus. Is there anything in your book on how to save her?” You took a deep breath as he spoke, opening the book to the familiar pages with trembling hands.

There’s so much blood

“There’s no way to undo the curse Max, if she doesn’t die - she’ll be one of them.” The tears were flowing now, she was so young, so full of life. You walked over to her, brushing the hair out of her face. Her skin was like ivory and far too cold. Her breaths were shallow and the blood was flowing slowly. Her heart was pumping her life away.

“Can you save her?” You knew he didn’t like talking about it, but it might be the only chance she had. His eyes were on you and you could see the pain in them; inner turmoil bubbling up.

“My love, it would not be her choice and she might hate me for it. Hate you for making it for her.” His words were knives to your already broken heart.

“Please Max, I cannot lose her.” You were sobbing then, voice paper thin and up to your elbows in her blood. Her ragged breaths must have been an agony. She was bleeding into her lungs.

“Are you prepared to deal with her scorn?” His voice was cloud-soft, he didn’t want to lose her either.

“Yes.” You spoke to him but you kept your eyes on her. “Whatever it takes to save her, please.”

He changed her.

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You waited for her to change with baited breath. It took much longer than anticipated and you almost chewed your nails to the bone. Max fared no better, he paced the cottage while the transformation occurred and you could feel his fear. Whatever had happened in his past weighed heavy on his mind while you waited. You asked him what happened to distract him.

Max had destroyed the creature, it was one of the newcomers - he’d been taken with Sarah and they had stepped out together when he changed and in her fear; her talisman had been lost.

When you saw her skin stitching itself back together you breathed a sigh of relief, your body was a tense knot and you felt your muscles loosen slightly as her breathing regulated, as her body repaired itself.

“She will be thirsty when she wakes.” He whispered, sensing her starting to come to.

When she woke she was disoriented and Max stood between the two of you with his arms up, his body a wall between Sarah and you. He held her firmly in his grasp and spoke in clear sentences.

“Sarah sweetling, can you hear me?” He was staring into her wild eyes, for a moment it was as if she didn’t recognize either of you but a few seconds later you saw her soften, saw her take you both in.

“Max? What happened? What happened to me?” She was looking at her hands, her eyes darted around rapidly and you could see the fear.

“Sarah - focus on my voice. I need you to listen.” He came closer to her, very slowly, approaching her like one would a wild animal. He explained what had happened to her and what he’d done. What he was, what she now was as well. She looked at you with fear in her eyes and Max almost broke. This was what he’d been afraid of.

“Am I going to be okay?” She was terrified and you wanted to hug her but Max wouldn’t let you.

“You’re going to be fine - come, I will help you and once you're fed I will bring you back here and we will talk.” He turned to kiss you quickly, his unconscious need to feel you close was as much to reassure him as it was to reassure you. “Draw a bath for her my love, she will want to get clean when we get back.” With that they both left.

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It took days for her to adjust, Max walking her through the change. His fear that she would hate you both never left him and you could hear the silent apologies in the way he treated her. The way he guided her through everything like a father would a favoured child.

At first she was afraid, terrified of herself and her new abilities but it didn’t last. She took to it well. Her young age, which he thought would be a hindrance - actually worked in her favour.

She had a long way to go until she had the same level of control as Max, but both of you would be there to help her.

To be continued...

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shy-peacock · 3 years ago

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October 3rd- Animal Companions.

Day 3/31 of RATLD-OCTOBER!

(I also started posting on AO3, as I do plan on doing M+ content with these prompts!)

The creature was alone when she found it. Dusty, crawling with bugs, thin. The young Fang woman thought it was dead, carried off by some massive creature or left to die by its own mother. Knowing it was weak, sickly, possibly not going to make it on its own.

But as the Fang woman poked the kitten with the edge of her staff, the tiny beast letting out a weak hiss in response, she knew it was alive. Fighting still, showing the world it would not go out quietly.

The woman knelt down, picking up the animal by the scruff of its neck with one hand. Trying to cradle its delicate weight with the other. Only to be hissed and swatted at. Piercing her skin, barely making her bleed. Yet still startling her enough that she nearly dropped it.

“It” being a serlot, she could now see.

“Still have some fight in you..hm?” The girl asked, the serlot hissing back in response. “Well, can’t just leave you out here alone..” she added, talking to the kitten as if it could understand her. Maybe it could? For she swore it’s hisses were tiny curses directed her way.

“Release me you fiend!” She imagined it saying, “or I will devour you!”

The idea that such a tiny thing could be so angry had her laughing.

“Hush now.” She scolded soothingly, placing the serlot in her knapsack. Fighting her the entire way inside. “Let’s get you cleaned up and maybe, if you don’t bite, I’ll feed you.”

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The Fang woman was up most of the night tending to the little hellion serlot. Fighting against her, trying to refuse the help from the person who had saved its life.

She fed it, bathed it, took tiny picks to it’s skin as she peeled off the bugs from the sticky fur. By the end of the night the serlot was looking far better than she had found it, however much more angry as it had been poked and prodded and washed with soap that the woman was sure didn’t feel as good as it should. Given the fact the creatures skin had patches where it was raw and would need medicine to heal.

The serlot finally tuckered out when she applied a cream to their injuries. Giving her a chance to examine the serlot without the pain of being bit. Examining their limbs for injuries, as well as finding out they were a girl.

“A feisty girl indeed”, the woman thought, “I suppose I’ll name you Nu.”

Nu meaning girl.

Not ideally an exciting name, but it would fit for now.

The Fang woman took care of Nu, despite the serlot’s behavior. Rough, stubborn, too proud not to put up a fight against the woman’s affections. Quite literally biting the hand that fed her.

Nu grew, slowly but surely, the small sickly creature easily putting on weight under the watch of the Fang woman. The woman unbothered by Nu’s attitude. How she growled whenever she fed her or batted her hand away whenever she attempted to pet her. She took her around everywhere she went, from her own private quarters to the streets of Fang. The tiny cat hissing at anyone who neared the woman, while hiding away in her knapsack. Pretending to hate everyone and everything that interacted with her.

But while Nu hissed and hit and bit the woman again and again, the woman still cared for her. Noting how Nu still took the food she handed her all the same or, despite not wanting to be touched, still claimed a spot on the woman’s lap. Cuddling into her on her own accord.

The woman treated Nu like her very own child and, in time, Nu sought her like she would a Mother. Reluctant at first, scampering away should the woman take notice, but then the tiny serlot began to attach herself to the woman’s side. Following her, engaging in play, watching her work on paperwork and other such important things. Nu going from resting off to the side, to directly by her, and then eventually in her arms as she worked.

Their bond becoming tight knit, closer now with time.

Nu aged well, even better than the woman expected, better than any serlot in Fang. Or at least in the regards to the way she was near death when she first found the kitten.

She quickly became the massive size for serlots her age, large enough to ride. So much so that she barely fit in the woman’s lap as she was anymore. Her head alone taking the space where her whole body once fit. When they played the serlot had to hold back it’s full strength for fear of harming the woman, the two playfully wrestling at times when the woman was freed up from her duties. Or the two wandered the outskirts of Fang for some much needed fresh air and sunshine.

A young abandoned creature turned into a magnificent beast, the connection between the woman and the serlot far stronger than most in all of Fang. Nu was devoted to this woman, loved her completely, their days together filled with joy. Nu wanting this time with her adopted Mother of sorts to last forever.

But, as it always does, life changed.

She first sensed a change in the woman when her stance changed. It was no longer a proud, strong posture; but a bit tilted as if she were carrying a heavy weight inside her. The woman’s body began to slow, her step not quite as fast, and Nu noticed a weakness overcoming her at the most minuscule tasks.

Or at least minuscule to Nu, who had to draw back her eagerness for the woman’s affection at times. Sensing the fragility in her now, worried if she should pounce or wrestle her that she would break.

Months went by like this, the woman’s condition seeming to grow worse. People visited her often, checking her over and uttering nonsense words that Nu could not understand. The serlot being ushered away most times as important looking men and women alike wanted to look at Nu’s human without being bothered.

When the last few weeks came, Nu found the woman on bed rest. Her breathing steady, yet labored. Her face drained of color, body in pain as she struggled with a burden Nu could not understand.

She neared her, affectionately rubbing her head against the woman’s side. The Fang citizen chuckling as she found her dear friend, scratching her head lovingly.

“Do not worry my friend..I will be okay..” she assured her, even as her pain was increasing. “We will be together again soon.”

Nu did not understand this, staying with the woman until others came and ushered her away. Closing the door after her, plunging her into the silence from beyond the door.The serlot stayed by the door for as long as she could, hearing her human Mother cry out in pain from the other side but unable to help her.

Sometime amidst the night, the serlot fell asleep. Completely exhausted, unable to stand in wait a second longer.

That following morning she woke, entering the room now eagerly as the door lay wide open. Only to see the bed where her companion had laid was empty, blood on the sheets, an unusual scent in the air. People tending to the mess, whisking it away.

The woman gone.

Nu wandered the home aimlessly over the course of the next few days, her mood clearly saddened. Hurt, lost. The people of this home coming to her aid, trying to make her comfortable with treats and comfortable blankets. But the blankets smelled like the Mother she missed, the pain in her heart far too great to find comfort in them.

Just as she was truly feeling this loss, a lone soldier came to her. A young official looking woman that Nu had seen a handful of times as she often aided the woman Nu knew as Mother.

“Come friend..it’s time.” She spoke, excitedly.

For what? Nu was unsure.

But she followed all the same, this one taking her deeper into their large home until they reached a door. Pushing it open, leading her inside.

Her human Mother inside, carrying a bundle in her arms.

“Chief Virana, I found Nu.” The woman announced, Nu’s Mother turning at the sound of her name.

She smiled, cheerfully at Nu. Who went to her with utter joy all around and inside of her, pressing her head into the woman’s body. Purring loudly while she laughed.

“I missed you too Nu,” she cooed, scratching her head affectionately with one hand while she still held up the bundle with the other. “Im sorry I worried you, I am fine now.”

A noise came from the wrap in her arms, the sound causing Nu’s ears to pick up in curiosity. Viranna laughing once more, bending down so that Nu could see.

“Nu, this is Namaari....” she explained, showing off the small infant to the large feline. “She’s a member of our family, the Princess of Fang.” She explained.

The woman who led Nu in chuckled.

“Chief Virana, do you think she understands all of that?” She said in a teasing manner.

The serlot sniffed the baby, a strong sense of protection and love filling her as she looked upon her. Knowing that, just as she loved her Mother, Nu would love this child too. She affectionately nudged it with her head, purring just as loudly as before.

Virana smiled, “I think she understands just fine.”

~~~

(Epilogue?)

Virana was swamped with paperwork, her brain working on a headache that late afternoon. In the courtyard, her child played, and at her side sat her dearest friend Nu. The large feline snoring away in the sun.

She had been engrossed in her work, focused to the point that the world around her had fallen away. Her mind in a haze. The Chief of Fang came back down to earth when her serlot suddenly rose up, wandering away as if drawn by an invisible force.

She watched as the serlot crossed the courtyard towards the now, six year old Princess of Fang. The child crouched over a spider, eyeing it with curiosity until the serlot gently picked her up by the back of her clothes. Like a mother of its species would pick up their young by the scruff of their neck.

“Hey!” Namaari whined, “Nu!”

Virana smirked returning to her work, “it’s venomous.”

“What is?!” Namaari whined again.

“The spider-“

“Okay, I got it Nu!” She said, trying to scramble away, “now let me go!”

The serlot did not, moving Namaari until she was back by her Mother’s side. Plopping down with her, depositing her in the crook of her arms as she began to lick her head. Affectionately grooming her.

“UGH NU?!” Namaari half laughed, half cried, “gross, I don’t need a bath!”

“She must think your dirty.” Virana chuckled.

“I’m not!”

“Apparently you are to her.” Virana pointed out, “best to let her finish, she’s a stubborn one.”

Namaari fought it until she reluctantly gave up, the large cat purring happily as she continued to care for the small being.

~~~~~~~

Side note: For this prompt, I considered the idea that Namaari’s serlot actually belonged to her Mother and was later passed down to her. So I made up this story for that serlot XD (and the soldier girl was Atitaya of course)

#ratld #raya and the last dragon #ratld October #princess namaari #chief virana #virana #namaari #namaari of fang #serlots #serlot

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[CN] Shaw’s Exorcism Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

Note: This date was translated by @redqueenschoice! It’s on my blog because she doesn’t want to put individual translations on hers...

Shaw’s Qixi Collection: Date ♡ / Call 1 / Call 2 / Event / Special Call

Check out Victor’s date (by @lucienism) and Kiro’s date (by @skyholders) too! A lot of effort has been put in by these three lovely humans T^T💕 Do send them lots of love!!

On the night of Qixi, I had a terrible encounter and happened to be saved by Shaw. In order to repay the favour afterwards, I promised to run errands for him for seven days. Very soon, the seven days are coming to an end…

The crescent moon reminiscent of a bow hangs in the sky, the canopy of the heavens are painted pitch black. The little starlight that filters through the dense canopy of the forest scatters, and a line of men make their way through the mountain’s forest in a hurry, the swords on their waists still red with fresh blood.

A drop of blood falls onto the surface of a leaf, before it is trodden underfoot all of a sudden.

MC: Ahh…

Bandit Leader: Tell me the truth!

My head was harshly hit, and I let out a weak, muffled cry through the cloth stuffed in my mouth.

The image of my family’s pitiful state right before the moments of their deaths surface in my mind again, and my throat tightens, both my heart and mind unable to move on from the tumultuous upheaval in my life.

It was only supposed to be a trip to the neighbouring village to visit some relatives. How had it come to this?

Bandit Leader: The ones we’ve gone after the last few days weren’t lacking in anything, huh? Hiding so many goods…

Bandit Underling: That’s right. Especially this young girl here, she’s still young and healthy.

Bandit Underling One: Boss, before we sell her off, how about we… ehehe.

Upon hearing his perverted words and laughter, I start thrashing about in a panic, but the ropes wound tightly around my wrists and ankles just won’t budge no matter how hard I pull. Tears stain the blindfold over my eyes and I stretch my hands towards my waist, getting ready to put up a fight with everything I have - I’d rather die than be disgraced in such a way.

At this moment, however, he is interrupted by another low voice.

Bandit Underling Two: That’s enough. You can make merry anytime you like, but in this instance, it’s better for us to hurry and get on our way. I heard these woods aren’t to be trusted at night, and there are rumours that monsters come out at night.

Bandit Underling One: Big Brother, aren’t you a little too believing of these old folk tales? Where on earth would there be demons, and even if there were, I’m not scared of them!

Note from Red: and here, ladies and gentlemen, is the beginning to every horror movie ever

A cocky laugh leaves his lips, but the second he does, the surroundings in all four directions abruptly fall silent.

All of a sudden, a long, piercing cry rips the still night in two.

The sound is delightful to the ears, yet it is striking enough to tear through the haze - upon hearing it once, it would be irreversibly carved into one’s heart.

I only feel my body sway for a moment, but in the blink of an eye, I find myself shoved down onto the ground. The second my shoulder collides with the wet, slippery dirt, I hear the bandits’ terrified shouts flying to and fro above my head.

Bandits: Mon… Monster!!!

The snarl of a predator beast, the metallic hiss of a blade being unsheathed, frantic and hurried footsteps… followed by bloodcurdling screams.

The chaos and what I experienced a few hours ago are far too similar, the same sounds echoing inside my head until they slowly fade away to nothing.

I cannot see anything in front of me, and can only smell the faint scent of blood mixed with that of the cool forest suffusing my nose.

At this moment, footsteps gradually approach me.

I hold my breath, and feel cold sweat slowly trickling down my back.

Who is it? Did one of the bandits survive?

Or is it… the monster?

The owner of those footsteps stop before me, and a strong hand pulls me up from the ground.

The person lifts up my bangs and a fingertip meets my forehead, the ice cold sensation making me shiver.

Mystery Man: Hah.

He seems to have no intention of loosening my bindings, a peculiar silence filling the space between me and the nameless man before me. With the blindfold over my eyes, my senses of hearing and touch are my only links with the external world.

His breathing is very light, but with each exhale that leaves his mouth, I sense undeniable danger in the air. I can feel his gaze, like that of a wild predator surveying its prey, as if he would sink his fangs into me in the next second.

MC: Mmn!

Terrified, I duck my head away from him, trying to avoid his touch. Instead, I hear a short laugh coming from the person in front of me.

Mystery Man: Fine. Since you don’t want me to save you, just wait here on your own, then.

With these words, the heated breaths across my cheeks vanish and the man seems to disappear into thin air, leaving no trace. My surroundings are completely silent once again.

He left?

I don’t dare to confirm it myself, waiting where he left me for a moment. Once the sound of birds and chirping of crickets returns to the area, I let out a breath of relief and begin to move once again.

Since I was under constant scrutiny of the bandits, I didn’t dare to do this earlier. Now that there’s no one in the vicinity, I can finally reach for the small knife I had secretly strapped to my waist.

This is the last thing my parents, who died earlier this year, left me to defend myself with.

I carefully feel around for the handle of the blade, wrapping my fingers around it. Because I can’t see and my movements are restricted, the tip of the blade ends up nicking my skin a few times. Gritting my teeth, I bear the pain and work on severing my bindings.

Note from Red: guys this is the mc we need but don’t deserve-

When I finally pull off the blindfold around my eyes, I see that the moon has already moved considerably towards the west.

Apart from the goods the bandits had been carrying with them earlier, I don’t see anyone else when I glance about.

MC: Did those people… really get eaten?

At the thought of the danger I experienced earlier, and might still be in, I couldn’t care less about the injuries littering my body, and force myself to my feet with the support of a tree branch, preparing to leave the forest as fast as I can.

The mountain paths are confusing and complicated, and I feel like I’ve been wandering around in circles for awhile when I finally hear the sound of running water coming from nearby.

MC: That’s great! If there’s water, that means I can clean my wounds!

I hobble towards the source of the sound slowly, but just as I’m pushing through the underbrush, a sound suddenly rings out through the air, causing me to freeze where I stand in fear.

Mystery Man: Don’t panic, everyone has a share.

It’s the voice of that man from earlier!

Before I can react, there’s the sound of flapping wings in the distance, taking my attention with it. Several strangely shaped skeletal birds flap over, and from their shrill, clamorous cries, it sounds as if they’re begging for food from someone.

I turn my head, only to see a young man casually lounging in a rowboat on the surface of a pool, next to a grove of trees. In his hand is a bunch of evening primroses. Under the light of the night sky, their petals give off a gentle glow.

The young man’s long legs are crossed, golden eyes half narrowed lazily as he looks at me. His expression is leisurely and indolent, and I see the petal of an evening primrose held casually between his teeth.

If I hadn’t encountered him in such an unusual circumstance, in the depths of a mountain forest, perhaps I would have thought he was the pampered young master of a rich merchant or businessman.

Mystery Man: Oh, that sentence wasn’t quite right. It should have been ‘every bird has a share’.

As if the skeletal birds can understand what he’s saying, they let out noisy chirps before obediently taking the petals from his hand one by one. The second the petals leave his palm, they dissolve into puffs of black smoke being swallowed up instantly by the skeletal birds.

Mystery Man: Today’s haul wasn’t too bad, there’s so much evil energy about, there’s enough for all of you to gorge yourselves on for a long time…

Mystery Man: Oi, you little idiot at the back, I caught you! Be a bit more honest, you’re not allowed to cut the queue…

Skeletal Bird: Squawk squawk?

Mystery Man: What did you say? Why didn’t I swallow up that little lady from earlier?

Mystery Man: Come on, do I really seem like a scoundrel who doesn’t take proper care of women… yeah, I am.

Trivia from Red: The word ‘scoundrel’ was translated from is the negative of a Chinese idiom 怜香惜玉, meaning a gentleman who takes care of the fairer sex. Shaw referred to himself as someone unlike a gentleman, so that’s how I translated it.

Skeletal Bird: Squawk!

Mystery Man: [clicks his tongue] I was just playing around a little. After I feed the lot of you, I’ll go back and save her, is that cool with you?

At hearing his words, I secretly make a face in his direction, muttering under my breath.

MC: I didn’t need you to save me… I got out on my own...

A skeletal bird suddenly caws in my direction. The young man’s eyes narrow instantly, the light in his eyes intensifying to something swift and fierce, before he turns his gaze right in my direction.

Mystery Man: Whoever’s there, come out.

I’ve been found out!

Note from Red: She, in fact, had been found out.

I subconsciously take a step back, but all of a sudden, the injury on my leg flares up with immense pain. My body loses balance all at once, and I find myself pitching backwards before I know what’s happening.

MC: Ah!

Note from Red: MC then proceeds to black out in typical otome heroine fashion… but let’s cut her some slack she was cool here T^T

I drift in the darkness, countless strange dreams blending together and surfacing before my eyes. One moment it’s the leering grin of the bandits, the next it’s the cawing of the skeletal birds I saw earlier. But the final thing is the long, piercing cry I heard in the forest.

When my eyes blink open, I find myself in an unfamiliar room.

It’s a perfectly normal looking bedroom, and the sheets under me are fresh and clean. Somewhere, I can hear the sounds of a vendor selling his goods and the voices of kids peddling flowers drifting in from outside the window.

Everything is so peaceful, it’s as if everything I experienced before has just been nothing but a dream.

MC: Where exactly am I…

Mystery Man: You finally decided to wake up.

A young man dressed in purple appears at the door in the blink of an eye. Startled, I sit up as fast as possible in shock.

MC: Who are you!?

At my question, he leans against the doorframe casually, and after seeing my expression, the corner of his lips turn up in a smirk.

Mystery Man: What are you being so on edge for? I’m the benefactor who saved your life, you know.

MC: What benefactor, I clearly saw you on that lake earlier…

Mystery Man: You’ve had some entertaining dreams.

Note from Red: o k a y shaw

MC: Huh?

Mystery Man: You, little lady, fainted in the wilderness in the nearby mountains. If I hadn’t just happened to be passing by and decided to do a good deed, there’s no guarantee you wouldn’t have been eaten up by a demon.

What he’s saying doesn’t match up with what I remember, but the way he speaks so smoothly with absolute confidence makes it hard for me to doubt his words, and for a moment I question my own memories.

Could the glowing primroses I saw by the lake… and the skeletal birds… all been some sort of strange dream?

Mystery Man: It seems like you’ve slept yourself silly.

The young man runs a hand through his hair before straightening up once more, and I watch as he steps towards me until he’s right next to the bed, bending down to look at me more clearly.

His golden eyes flash with sly amusement.

Mystery Man: Since you’re awake, remember this clearly: you’re on my territory.

Mystery Man: The name’s Shaw, and I’m your benefactor.

Mystery Man: As for what you should do now, you should carefully think… about just how you’re going to repay me for saving your life.

Carrying a bucket filled with water, I stagger into the garden, out of breath.

The only other person in the garden is currently lounging next to a flower bed, legs casually swinging back and forth, the picture of idleness.

MC: May. I. Please. Ask. If. Sir. Benefactor. Has. Any. Other. Instructions.

Since the day I woke, in return for Shaw safely bringing me out of the mountain, I agreed to run errands for him for seven days. Today is already the seventh day.

Upon seeing me puffing and panting, his brow lifts in an amused arch.

Shaw: Hmm, go water those flowers over there while you’re at it, then.

MC: Shaw, don’t take your bullying too far!

Shaw: How am I bullying you? Weren’t you the one who said that you wanted to repay me by running errands? Or perhaps you want to do it by offering your body instead?

Trivia from Red: ‘Offering your body’ is translated from the Chinese idiom 以身相许, which means 1) pledge to marry or 2) have sex with a man of her own will.

I stare at him in horrified shock for a moment, face burning red from embarrassment. Grabbing the gourd dipper, I scoop up a full ladle of water and fling it at him with all my might.

Shaw ducks out of the way at lightning speed, and the spray of water splashes onto the flowerbed he had been lounging next to earlier, catching the light of the afternoon sun and forming a rainbow. Shaw’s laughter rings out clearly.

Shaw: I asked you to water the flowers, not water people. Or is your eyesight so bad you can’t tell a human clearly from a flowerbed?

MC: ...You!

These last few days, whenever we’ve had banters like this, I’ve never won even once. Determined not to fall into the same trap again, I ignore his words and instead ask a question.

MC: The seven days are almost up. Can I leave tomorrow?

Shaw’s smile turns teasing.

Shaw: Your house is opposite this mountain, isn’t it? Are you sure you won’t faint halfway on your journey back again?

MC: I definitely won’t!

Upon seeing my determined face, Shaw grins, opening his mouth to say something again. All of a sudden, however, the smile fades from his face.

MC: What’s the matter?

Shaw: Nothing’s up, I’m just heading out for a moment.

Shaw: If you want to go home, I’m not stopping you.

Shaw: But you’re not allowed to leave tomorrow. Stay put in my house, don’t take a step out of the compound.

MC: Why not?

Shaw doesn’t reply my question, and with a few strides of his long legs, he’s vanished from the garden.

MC: Shaw, wait a moment, you haven’t explained yourself-

MC: He’s gone?

This isn’t the first time he’s simply disappeared like this. With a shake of the head, I shrug off his warning. Besides, after tomorrow, I’ll have repaid my debt to him in full, and we’ll have nothing more to do with each other.

On the morning of the next day, Shaw still hasn’t returned.

I chew on my lip, looking at the doors for the seventh time, slightly hesitant to leave without bidding him goodbye.

MC: Well, it’s not like that rascal is going to bother about it anyway…

Trivia from Red: MC quite constantly refers to Shaw as 那家伙, which is a casual way of referring to a mischievous, rascally guy, and can be interpreted as ‘that guy’, or ‘that little punk’.

Even though I say those words, I find my footsteps slowing on the way out of the front courtyard.

MC: Perhaps I should leave him a letter.

I write him a letter and leave it on his table. Just when I’m about to leave, a painting hanging on the wall catches my eye.

MC: This is…

Taking a step closer to look at it more clearly, I realise that it’s a mythical beast that I’ve never seen before.

On the beast’s lower back are five tails, and on its forehead is a single horn. Just from the painting, I can sense a strong aura of pride and arrogance.

MC: This painting… it kind of resembles that guy.

Curiously, I reach out and touch a corner of the painting. All of a sudden, however, the sound of thunder rumbles outside the window.

I look out of the window, and am surprised to see that the sky, that was sunny just moments ago, is now blanketed with thick grey clouds, looking like it’s about to start pouring anytime soon.

MC: If I don’t leave now, it’ll be bad if I’m caught in the rain.

I fasten my cloak, pick up an umbrella and leave Shaw’s house.

Even thought it’s well into the afternoon, the little town is completely covered in a thick fog, as if it has been completely blanketed by a layer of grey. The little river that runs through the town has little lotus lamps dotting the surface, all of them floating along silently.

Just as I’m about to leave the little town, my mind gradually begins to calm.

MC: This feels a little strange…

The town that Shaw resides in might not have too many people, but on a normal day, it would usually be bustling with activity, the smell of firework smoke in the air.

Yet today, there isn’t a single person on the streets.

Note from Red: gee, i wonder why, mc-

The further I go from Shaw’s house, the faster the sky seems to darken and unease wells up in my heart.

MC: Maybe I should go back and wait for him…

[thunder rumbles]

The clouds seem to descend, and the sky darkens even further. I don’t know whether it’s just my imagination, but the mist seems to suffuse and thicken in the tunnel before me, and I can see the outline of dark shapes moving about inside.

Before I can look more closely at them, there’s a sound behind me, and I turn around. The moment I do, I can’t help but feel shock race through me.

It’s the skeletal bird I saw that night on the mountain!

The bird hops onto the side of the bridge, cocking its head at me. When it opens its beak to speak, what comes out isn’t the shrill squawk of a bird, but the familiar cool and clear voice of a man.

Bird!Shaw: Finally found you… what are you doing here?

MC: Shaw!?

MC: How are you… this bird is-

In typical Shaw fashion, the bird does not answer my question. Instead, it turns its head to look at the tunnel, and lets out a clicking sound even though it doesn’t have a tongue to do so.

Bird!Shaw: Come with me.

With that, it flies to me, taking my sleeve between its beak and tugging me in the opposite direction. Being pulled along into a run with it, all my words come out garbled.

MC: Wait a moment… What, what exactly is going on? Just now, what was that? And you, what are you?

Bird!Shaw: You have so many questions.

MC: It’s not me who has too many questions! It’s just that you’ve hidden too much from me!

Bird!Shaw: ……

Bird!Shaw: It’s the Ghost Festival today.

MC: Ghost Festival… Hungry Ghost Festival!?

Trivia from Red: The Ghost Festival, also known as the Hungry Ghost Festival, is a traditional Buddhist and Taoist festival held in certain East Asian countries. According to the Chinese calendar (a lunisolar calendar), the Ghost Festival is on the 15th night of the seventh month.

In Chinese culture, the fifteenth day of the seventh month in the lunar calendar is called Ghost Day and the seventh month in general is regarded as the Ghost Month (鬼月), in which ghosts and spirits, including those of deceased ancestors, come out from the lower realm. The deceased are believed to visit the living as the realms of Heaven and Hell and the realm of the living are open and both Taoists and Buddhists would perform rituals to transmute and absolve the sufferings of the deceased.

Bird!Shaw: That's right. This is when the nine yin converges, and evil grows easily. It is the day when the Ghost Gate opens, and evil and living souls intersect. It will be more troublesome than a typical day.

Bird!Shaw: I distinctly remember telling you to stay put in my house, who would have thought you’d actually dare to leave and make trouble for me.

As the bird says this, it turns back to eye me. Even though it has no eyes, I can clearly see the words ‘annoyance’ written in its eye sockets.

At that moment, a feeling of unhappiness washes over me, and I can’t help but open my mouth to speak.

MC: All these things… you could have just told me earlier. You made me wait for you for the entirety of yesterday… without so much as an explanation.

MC: Shaw, am I really not worthy of your trust? Am I a burden to you?

The bird stops fluttering its wings for a second before it turns its head, not saying another word.

For a moment, I wonder if Shaw is angry with what I said, but after a while, a small snort of laughter leaves the bird’s mouth, ringing in my ears.

The sound is so clean and clear, it seems like Shaw is standing right next to me.

Bird!Shaw: I don’t think of you as a burden.

Bird!Shaw: I can tell you my true identity, it’s just that at that moment, you can’t be afraid and you’re not allowed to regret it.

MC: I won’t be scared, and I wouldn’t regret it.

Bird!Shaw: Then follow me closely.

The clouds close in on us, and the first drops of rain begin to fall.

It’s going to rain.

I follow after the bird closely, and each time, I narrowly manage to escape every encounter with a dark shape. Just as we’re about to leave the small town, however, it’s as if all the spirits suddenly sense me, and they all turn and start rushing towards me!

Bird!Shaw: Don’t bother about them! Just run towards the exit of the town!

The second it finishes those words, it lets out a caw. As if rallied, a hundred of the skeletal birds suddenly fly over from behind the wall. Like arrows loosed from a bow, they descend on the mass of black spirits and attack them with their sharp beaks and wings, keeping them tightly packed together.

But there is a limit to the number of birds, and the pitch black spirits can’t be stopped.

Understanding that the birds can’t buy me all the time in the world, I grit my teeth and run as hard as I can for the exit of the town.

Even before I can take two steps, pain runs up my leg, as if I’m being yanked back by something. I fall painfully to the ground.

Withstanding the pain, I look down to see a skeletal person grabbing tight onto my ankle, refusing to let go!

No matter how hard I struggle, the person refuses to let go, and only holds on tighter and tighter. Watching the rest of the dark shapes slowly approaching, I yank out something I have tucked in my waist, and bring it down as hard as I can on the person.

Shiing!

A loud wail rings through the air, but the grip loosens enough for me to pry it off. Looking down in my hand, I clasp the dagger that had saved me seven days ago, I’ve never let it leave me even once.

But in the time it took for me to do all that, it’s too late for me to escape the town.

I grip the dagger tight.

The dark shapes draw closer, before they finally rush at me ferociously.

[thunder rumbles intensely]

Thunder rumbles throughout the sky, like the beating of a thousand drums, the galloping of a hundred thousand horses, unceasing. In that second, hundreds of white hot lightning bolts flash through the air before me, bathing the entire sky in bright white light.

Note from Red: that can’t be good for your eyes...

A large hand covers my eyes from behind.

Note from Red: who needs sunglasses when we have shaw’s big hands T^T

Shaw: You idiot, why are you just standing there for? Do you want to keep your eyes or not?

His tone is teasing and lighthearted, but it makes me feel safer than any promise or vow in the world.

MC: Shaw…

Shaw: I didn’t think you’d be able to save yourself, not bad.

Shaw: No wonder I-

The rest of his words are cut off by the rumble of thunder, the flash of lightning. I feel raindrops land pitter patter on my nose and cheeks.

In order to let me hear his words clearly, he leans down and puts his lips right next to my ear when he speaks, breath hot against the shell of my ear.

Shaw: Turn around, open up your umbrella and count to ten in your head before you open your eyes. Got it?

I nod with all my strength.

Shaw releases me and I obey his instructions, opening the umbrella and beginning to count.

MC: One, two, three…

The strikingly familiar cry I heard that night in the forest rings out from behind me, leaving yet another deep impression in my heart.

MC: Four, five, six…

The rain slows to a gentle drizzle, and the oppressive air hanging over the town seems to be slowly fading.

MC: Seven, eight, nine…

Shaw… Shaw…

MC: Ten.

I turn around.

Within the bright flashes of light, I catch sight of a silhouette of the five tailed mythical beast.

Evil spirits dealt with and the dark clouds gone, it seems like the town has finally gone back to normal.

Because I injured my foot, Shaw takes me to a small boat, and the two of us drift along slowly on the river. As the boat is slowly carried along beneath a bridge, Shaw, who is lazily sitting at the front, plucks a flower from the side to play with.

The lotus lamps bobbing alongside us glow softly, and what was initially supposed to be a gloomy Hungry Ghost Festival resembles more of a pleasant evening of a wedding night.

Shaw’s purple robes flutter in the wind, and under the light of the lamps hanging from the boat, the horn on his forehead seems to be softened with a soft glow.

The scenery before me reminds me of the time we first met on the lake back in that forest, the only differences being that he’s now missing a few birds, and that I am here with him.

MC: Right, why haven’t I seen any of the other town residents today?

Shaw: You think everyone is like you? I already warned them beforehand not to leave their houses, it’d make way for the souls and I can do what I need to do.

MC: Hahahaha…

Shaw: What are you laughing about?

MC: I’m laughing at you - with that image and disposition, who would have guessed that you’re actually a great immortal?

After hearing my words, Shaw lifts an eyebrow, looking slightly miffed.

Shaw: Then what did you think I was, a monster?

MC: I think that you’re Shaw, that’s all.

Shaw stares blankly at me for a moment.

MC: Shaw, on the day of Qixi, when you brought me out of the mountain, was it you who rescued me from those bandits as well?

Even though my words are phrased as a question, my tone is sure and certain. There’s a flash of surprise in Shaw’s eyes, but he doesn’t reply. He casts his eyes downwards, manner insipid.

Shaw: That isn’t a good memory to have for the Qixi Festival. Just forget it.

MC: I won’t forget it.

What he says is true. The Qixi festival is deserving of good and happy memories, and being by bandits certainly isn’t that, but still…

I look earnestly at Shaw.

MC: But on that day, you also appeared.

All around us, the lotus lamps flicker softly in the night, jade green smoke curling up faintly, the cool sounds of running water in my ears.

MC: I feel like this is the most memorable, and also the most treasured Qixi I have ever experienced.

This world’s thousands of relationships cannot be clearly defined by these dates, but on this Ghost Festival, my heart soars more than it did on the day of the Qixi Festival.

Shaw watches me silently, before he puts down the flower in his hand and leans forward, closer to me.

His hands carry with them the body temperature of one that is not human, fingertips lifting up my bangs once again.

Inch by inch, his finger trails down, as if mapping out my face.

His golden eyes are locked firmly on me, gaze intense and captivating like that of a wild beast, not letting my eyes deviate from him in the least.

This time, I don’t shy away from him.

Shaw: The last time, didn’t you ask for my true self?

Shaw: I’m Zheng, and I consume evil energy as sustenance.

Shaw: I’ve never felt like I’ve done this to help humans, and I’ve never considered myself to be an auspicious sign like the legends say.

Shaw: When I’m hungry, I eat.

Suddenly, my hand is grasped tightly in his, and he lifts it to his mouth.

He bites down slowly on my index finger, sharpened teeth scraping over delicate skin, and slight pain radiates out from where his lips are wrapped around my fingertip.

Shaw: Even if that’s what I am, you’re not going to be afraid of me?

Even though he’s clearly giving off a sense of hidden danger and his words are meant to provoke me into giving him a response, my heart skips a beat at the smile on his face.

MC: I…

Shaw: I�� what? Speak louder.

With a self satisfied smirk that looks reminiscent of a cat that got the canary, he nips on my finger again.

MC: I said, I won’t be-

Before the word ‘scared’ can leave my mouth, my finger suddenly slips free of Shaw’s mouth to land on his lower lip. My fingertip softly runs against his lips, breath warm and eyes shining.

It’s clearly… a kiss.

Note from Red: yes mc you get flustered NOW when your finger was on his lips but not when he was literally biting on it priorities on point we stan

In a moment, my entire face burns bright red and I hurriedly pull back my finger.

MC: Shaw!

Shaw grins at me as he releases my hand, his gaze on me filled with an emotion I can’t quite recognise. Having fallen for his tricks yet again, my heart races and I desperately look for something to say, but didn’t expect that Shaw would beat me to it.

Shaw: Shouldn’t you be heading home?

The second he says that, I’m reminded of my original purpose: to bid my farewells to him before leaving for home.

I nod at him for a moment, before I shake my head energetically.

MC: Shaw, I…

Shaw: But today, haven’t I saved you once again?

MC: ...Eh?

Shaw: The timing’s just right. I’ve polished off all the evil energies and spirits here completely, it’s time for a change in scenery.

Shaw: The town near your home… is there anything entertaining?

He speaks so quickly that I have no time to think.

MC: Entertaining… well, not really, but there’s a lot of good food there! Recently it’s been chestnut and lotus seed season, so there should be a lot of confections sold on the streets…

MC: Wait a second, you’re not thinking of following me home, are you?

Shaw: Of course I am. How else are you going to repay this huge favour you owe me for saving you?

His words are bold and upright, but the grin on his face is that of a satisfied hunter.

Shaw: Before you fully repay the favour… don’t even think about escaping from me.

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spaceskam · 4 years ago

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bring all the monsters out to play

for @faraway-stables12 ❤️️

technically apart of my buffy au, but it’s not necessary to have read the previous installments to understand this one!

warnings: consent issues, biting, demonic possession, etc but there’s a happy ending!

ao3

It was hard to picture Alex as simply human when he slept.

He looked like a perfectly crafted doll, like porcelain but with warm skin tones and straight hair. He seemed to fit in Michael's bed like he was made for it, allowing the mattress and blankets to envelope him. He looked so small, so fragile, so human. But not human. Too pretty to be human. He was like… a fragile fae.

Michael reached out, tracing over his soft yet sharp features. He started at the small bar of metal through his eyebrow, tracing across it down the bridge of his nose that led to the crooked septum ring. He skipped over the piercing in his tongue. His finger followed the line of his jaw and led up to his ear, carefully grazing the curves of it and over the three different piercings in it until he got to his sideburns. He followed across the hollow of his cheek and pressed his finger into his lips. Alex's nose twitched in response and he gave a small little whine. Absolutely not human.

One day he probably wouldn't be human. Michael was still so torn on whether he wanted to change him. On one hand, he wanted Alex forever. On the other, it could go so wrong and he could lose him before he was ready.

Alex breathed in a sharp breath as he woke up, sitting up in alert like he did nearly every single time he woke up. Michael hadn't really asked why, but he could deduce it had something to do with his shitty father. Michael slid his hand across his bare chest and slowly led him back to the bed. He was catching his breath as he laid back, layering his hand over where Michael's laid on his heart to ground himself. It was beating. Michael liked that.

"Good morning, beautiful," Michael said,

"Shut up," Alex grumbled, rubbing his eyes as he calmed down.

"Not a chance," Michael said, leaning forward to kiss his shoulder, "What'd you dream about?"

"I…" Alex breathed, making a face as he thought about it, "Nothing good."

Michael propped himself up on his elbow, peering down at him with intrigue. Alex yawned and Michael rubbed over his chest.

"Tell me about it."

Alex closed his eyes as he thought about it. Michael gave him all the time in the world.

"What does… Do you know what a, a Teme… Temeclus? Temelu…"

"Temeluchus?" Michael filled in, though every bone in his goddamn body hoped he was going to say no. But Alex's eyes opened with recognition.

"Yes, that, what is that? It was in my dreams," Alex explained.

Michael's jaw set and he was out of bed in an instant.

“Michael?” Alex called softly from the bed, but Michael didn’t go back to bed as he quickly went to find his sister.

There was really only one reason why Alex would be dreaming of Temeluchus and it wasn’t good. Not good at all.

“Isobel,” Michael said, pushing open the door of her bedroom and seeing her with a book in hand. She raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Do you know why Alex is dreaming of Temeluchus?”

She blinked a few times and looked around her bedroom, gesturing to the open space.

“Does it look like I have been summoning demons in my free time?” she asked. Michael narrowed his eyes.

“I thought he was dead.”

“Michael, you should know better than anyone it’s a little harder than that to kill a demon,” she said, not seeming at all phased despite the fact that she should be. This wasn’t just anyone, this was Alex. It wasn’t something to brush off.

“Well, call Max and ask him what the hell is going on,” Michael demanded, slamming the door behind him and heading back to his bedroom. He locked the door behind him and went to the trunk he kept against the wall.

“Michael?” Alex asked again, the sheets rustling. Michael didn’t answer right away as he found a little vile of some special cursed powder one of the witches he’d slept with back in the day gave him. He never thought he’d need to use it, but he quickly pried out the cork and dashed a line in front of the crack beneath the door.

“You’re not going to school today,” he said simply, turning up his nose so he wouldn’t sneeze from that powder that he wouldn’t be able to cross until a human blew it out of the way. Had to have a proper soul to cross it or whatever, that was a part of the curse. Demons didn’t have any of those.

“Excuse me?” Alex asked, sitting up in bed completely, “You really think you can just keep me in bed?”

Michael looked over at him, seeing that, as playful as his words could've been, he wasn’t very playful at all. He looked around the room nonetheless to make sure there was no obvious demon residue before he crawled back into bed. He grabbed Alex’s chin and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips to settle him back in bed.

“Max ‘n the rest of the gang are gonna come over when they can,” Michael told him, cupping his cheek, “But you shouldn’t be dreaming about this demon and I’m not about to make it easier for him to find you.”

Alex’s eyebrows shot up as his hand clasped around Michael’s wrist. “A demon?”

“Yes,” he said, “I’ll explain more when they get here.”

“Explain more now.”

“I don’t want to repeat myself.”

“Then tell Max to repeat you and tell me now.”

Michael huffed a laugh and took a breath in submission. He scooted closer, taking in Alex’s pretty features and trying hard to ignore the images that flooded his mind to show him what would happen if he got possessed. Icy blue eyes, inhuman movements, skin irresistible. Or at least that’s what happened last time he saw someone get possessed by Temeluchus. He didn’t want that in his Alex.

“Temeluchus was an angel once upon a time,” Michael began, dragging his fingers across his soft skin, “He was given the role of being a caretaker and looking over children during birth and infancy, making sure they survived.”

“How did he become a demon after that?” Alex asked. Michael shrugged.

“The lines get blurry. The theory is that children kept dying or being mistreated and he kept getting angrier and angrier, becoming merciless and hateful towards everyone except the children. And then when he was cast down because of his acts, he started becoming vengeful. His attention shifted from human children to Children of Lucifer or Eden. Young demons, fledglings, young witches, things like that.”

“Witches are human.”

“Not quite.”

“Which is why you liked them so much?”

“Hush,” Michael said, smiling as he smoothed out Alex’s accusatory look with his fingers, “He protected them.”

“Well that doesn’t sound so bad,” Alex said, “Protecting people who are lost doesn’t sound bad.”

Michael shook his head, trying to find the right words.

“It’s not quite like that anymore. He… He used to be an angel, so he can read souls so much better than anyone. He can spot something inside of someone that shows potential and he possesses them until they have their awakening. It’s nothing good. He steals their humanity out of spite,” Michael explained, licking his lips as he thought about the last time. He rubbed his eye and scooted closer to Alex. “He can be summoned to find victims for someone.”

Alex was quiet for a moment, piecing together what he said. Michael kept staring and laid his hand on his cheek, fingers idly fiddling with the small hoops in his ear. He wouldn’t say he was scared something bad would happen, but he surely wasn’t about to risk it. Alex was pure and already inhuman enough.

“So… if I’m dreaming about him…”

“Max summoned him back before he regained his soul and during a time when we were being watched heavily, it made it easier because his victims would come to him. I’ve never heard of someone dreaming about him, but I also never asked. I can only assume it’s bad,” Michael filled in as simplistically as he could. Alex furrowed his eyebrows in slight concern.

“Do you think Max summoned him again?” Alex wondered, “I don’t want Max to bite me. If anyone bites me, I want it to be you.”

“I will die before I let him touch you,” Michael promised, his hands dragging slowly over his chest and trying to show just how honest he was. Alex nodded curtly but the concern didn’t leave his face. “I don’t think he summoned him again, but I think Temeluchus finally clawed his way back out from hell. I don’t want to risk it. I don’t want to risk you.”

Alex nodded easily and moved in for a kiss. Michael welcomed it and pushed closer as Alex deepened the kiss with no hesitation. The warm metal in his tongue slid over Michael's before dragging over hidden fangs and he pulled Michael to kiss his neck, all without fear that Michael would do anything he didn't want. They did this often, played this game of showing just how much trust they had. It was one of Michael’s favorite things. It made him feel more alive than he had in centuries.

Michael rolled on top of Alex, feeling his warm skin beneath his hands and letting himself get lost in it. He adored Alex in every way and he wanted to dedicate his life to showing it. He kissed over his collar and his sternum, basking in the way his chest vibrated when he hummed in soft approval. Alex’s black-painted nails scratched over his shoulder blades and into his hair. Michael expected to be led down but instead was pulled back up. Michael laughed softly as he went back to kissing his neck.

“You don’t want more?” Michael asked.

“Don’t stop,” Alex replied, holding his head to his neck. Michael obeyed and dragged his dull, normal teeth over the hollow of his throat. Alex moaned quietly in response.

It didn’t seem too out of the ordinary until Michael tried to move up to kiss his lips again and Alex wouldn’t let him move. Even when he tried to just kiss the other side of his neck or his collar, he wouldn’t let him.

“Alex, what’s wrong?” Michael asked.

“Bite me,” Alex whispered in his ear, voice hot and demanding. However, alarm shot through Michael’s system and he used a little bit of vampiric strength to pull away.

When he looked at Alex’s eyes, they were that icy blue. Michael went completely still.

He should’ve known. Why else would Alex be dreaming of him? He was already here, already taking over the man he loved, already ruining everything. Michael felt nothing but panic, nothing but fear, nothing but anger.

“Get out of him,” Michael instructed, trying to think of any spells or anything all of the witches he’d drained in his life might’ve taught him. He came up with nothing. He just wanted Alex to be Alex.

“Bite me,” Alex’s voice begged, desperation on his features as he tried to pull Michael back down, “Please. I need it.”

Michael pushed himself up and off the bed, mind turning. Where was Mimi when you needed her? He thought about calling for Isobel, running to her room, and asking her to fucking help, but then he remembered the line he put in front of the door. They couldn’t leave. They were stuck there until a human came along.

Michael was fucked.

“Don’t leave,” Temeluchus in Alex’s voice begged, a pout on his pretty face. He seemed even more beautiful than ever. He was already irresistible, but this… This was painful. “Come back.”

Alex’s body crawled towards the edge of the bed, smooth and seductive. Michael pressed his back against the wall. He had to just fight it. Temeluchus’ draw was hard to fight, having spent millennia as an angel and tricking other angels to think he was doing only things for good. His supernatural draw with Alex’s pre-existing beauty and Michael’s inability to tell this man no… Nothing good was going to come from this.

“I need you,” Temeluchus said, batting his eyelashes. Every other blink seemed to change their color, flashing Alex’s expressive eyes just a few times to pull him closer. Michael looked away, murmuring under his breath for someone to come and help. In the centuries he’d been alive, he’d never felt so helpless. “Please? Come touch me, please. It’s so cold.”

“You’re so fucked up."

"Michael?" he called. When Michael couldn't resist and he looked back, Alex's eyes were normal as he sat on the edge of the bed. He looked confused. "Michael, what's going on?"

He eyed him, trying to figure out if this was real or not. Temeluchus wouldn't just leave his body, would he? Michael still kept his distance.

"Did I do something? I don't remember waking up," Alex continued, rubbing his eyes. It looked normal, but how was he supposed to buy that. "Did I talk in my sleep again? C'mere, you're so far."

Michael didn't move closer, too scared that this was a trap. He knew Alex was special but was he special enough to get rid of a demon? He didn't want to risk anything. Maybe one day he'd taste Alex's blood and Alex would taste his, but, on that day, there would be no confusion to be had.

Alex yawned and stretched. Demons didn't do that. Michael let himself relax just a little bit, but he still watched Alex hesitantly.

"Why do you look so scared of me? I'm not scary," Alex teased gently, reaching out his hand towards him, "What, no good morning kisses?"

"You're... You're Alex?" Michael asked hesitantly. Alex quirked an eyebrow in such a distinctly Alex way, too true to be demonic.

"Do you have a concussion? Can vampires get concussions?" Alex wondered, laughing softly, "Yes, I'm Alex, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing," Michael said, still being careful as he neared him, "Just... Do you remember what you dreamed about?"

"Shut up, come here," Alex said, grabbing him when he was within reach. Michael allowed himself to be pulled close and Alex's bicep wrapped around the back of his neck as he was pulled into a bruising kiss. That alone was a red flag; Alex always liked soft good morning kisses.

"Wait," Michael said, trying to pull away, but Alex had a death grip on him. "Fuck."

"Just kiss me, stop thinking," Alex demanded. Michael reluctantly went along with it, hoping to buy himself some time.

However, that became impossible when Alex reached up and scratched his own neck, the skin splitting too easily. Michael's senses filled with the smell of his blood. It was sweet and he could feel his fangs pressing painfully in his jaw, begging to come out for a taste. He tried to fight it, but Alex guided him to it.

"Just a taste," Alex said, but it wasn't Alex, "I need it. I need it."

And like a dog being punished, Michael's nose was shoved into the blood pooling from the scratch, smearing on his skin. He fought so hard, trying so goddamn hard not to hurt Alex or taint his gorgeous body. But he only had so much self-control when he was being begged and had blood smeared on his skin.

His face transformed and Alex moaned before he could do anything, a subtle way of begging for it. Michael kept trying to fight it, fighting it more as Alex's hand massaged into his scalp.

"That's it," Alex said, pushing his face into his neck even more. Instinct warred inside Michael before eventually, it won as his fangs touched his blood.

And he bit him.

His hands pressed into Alex’s bare back, pulling him impossibly close as he sunk his teeth into his flesh. He was warm and inviting because it was Alex’s body before it was Temeluchus’ and Michael was welcome there always. Alex’s voice whispered words of encouragement, little moans, and uncontrolled breaths. His blood was sweet, sweeter than any human he’d ever tasted, and so distinctly addictive. It was the best thing he’d ever tasted. And Michael hated himself for it.

He found strength in the memory of Alex’s trust and pulled away after a few seconds, quickly wiping the blood from his mouth so he could try to subside the temptation. Tears burned at his eyes as he looked at his neck, quickly pressing his hand there to stop the bleeding. The more he focused on Alex’s wellbeing, the more panic took over his vampiric instincts.

“No, no, no,” Michael said, hoping he hadn’t consumed enough. Alex was pure. Whatever Temeluchus saw in him to possess him meant nothing. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean it.”

“So sweet,” Temeluchus said. When Michael looked at his eyes, they looked like Alex’s. Why was he doing that? Why was this monster destroying the image of Alex’s eyes?

Michael tried to pull out of his death grip before anything worse happened, but then Temeluchus grabbed his arm with inhuman strength and tugged it up to Alex’s pretty mouth, that pretty piece of metal in his tongue swiping over the sensitive skin of the inside of his wrist. If Michael really focused, he could see his lips were still pristine and perfect in direct contrast to the blood covering his neck and dripping down his neck. He was too pretty.

“Shh,” Alex’s voice said when Michael tried to fight his grip. He didn’t want this. He wasn’t ready for his Alex to be gone.

“Please,” Michael begged, feeling extra pathetic but he didn’t care. He was desperate. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t turn him. Don’t turn him. He’s pure. Don’t do this, please.”

Icy blue took over Alex’s eyes, flickering up to Michael’s as he hovered over his exposed wrist. Michael could still taste that sweet blood, but it paled in comparison to the sheer guilt that Michael harbored. He blinked away tears and silently prayed to a god that he didn’t believe in that Alex would still be human when this was over.

“Anything?” Temeluchus asked.

“Anything,” Michael confirmed. He seemed to weigh the proposition and Michael didn’t waver. He would easily make a deal with the devil if it meant keeping Alex safe and alive and warm. But a sinister smile found his face, distorting Alex’s features in a way they should never.

“Cute. But Maxwell is much better at making deals,” Temeluchus said. Michael didn’t get a moment to even register the rejection before blunt teeth dug into the side of his wrist impossibly hard, puncturing his skin with an audible pop. It was the most painful thing he’d felt in a while.

Again, he was faced with his instincts warring against his morals. Monstrous instincts found the entire scene unforgivably sexy. If Alex had been there mentally, drinking from him on purpose and with conviction, it would’ve been perhaps too addictive to even handle. But morals wouldn’t let that happen. He was overwhelmed and terrified. He pushed and pulled and couldn’t seem to get him to let go.

Temeluchus didn’t let go until the door opened, humans standing on the other side. It was only then that Michael remembered that their relationship wasn’t common knowledge. Horror painted over all of their faces at the scene that they didn’t understand. All they saw was Michael’s teeth bared and Alex covered in blood. He was helpless.

Temeluchus pushed him away, acting scared as Max grabbed Michael and threw him into the opposite wall, giving him what he needed for his fangs to retract entirely. Liz, Maria, and Kyle rushed to Alex’s body, trying to cater to him as Temeluchus acted upset. Alex was covered in blood, a mix of Michael’s and his own and it was so unbelievably sexy. He couldn’t help but wish the situation was different so he could really appreciate the sheer beauty that Alex Manes radiated at all times.

“Get away from him!” Michael yelled, “That’s not Alex!”

They all either looked at him in disgust or ignored him, tending to Alex as best they could. They covered up his shirtless body and tried to make sense of the bite on his neck. And Michael understood. With the look Temeluchus had on his face, it was entirely believable. But Max had his arm wedged under Michael’s chin, pinning him to the wall by his neck.

"What the fuck have you done?" Max growled, but Michael didn't pay him any mind. He watched Alex's body and knew that if they just paid attention they could tell the movements weren't his. Alex had been hurt before, but when had he ever acted like a victim?

"He bit me," Temeluchus cried, but no tears were in sight, "It hurts."

"It's Temeluchus," Michael said, not beating around the bush any longer, "It's Temeluchus, he possessed Alex."

The room fell silent, confusion from the humans and sheer anger from Max. He didn't believe him, but Michael didn't care. He knew the truth. And the truth was someone had invaded Alex's body.

"It doesn't matter," Max said, pressing him harder into the wall, "You still bit Alex."

"You of all people should know it's not easy to get away from him!" Michael said, struggling against his hold, "This is your fault! He's here because of you! He stole Alex because of you!"

"Shut up," Max snapped.

"Who's Temeluchus?" Liz demanded, Slayer instincts kicking in as she eyed Alex's body. He still was fake crying, but it seemed more obvious than it did before that something was off. "Max, who's Temeluchus?"

Silence.

"An angel," Max said eventually.

"A demon," Michael corrected, seething, "One that you summoned."

"Years ago! And I killed him!" Max argued. Michael scoffed and shook his head.

"It wasn't good enough," Michael said, looking back over to Alex's body that was still not his, "Alex, love, if you can hear me, fight it, okay? Fight it all. I know you can."

"Love?" Kyle echoed. He seemed to be the last one to put it together, but the first to say it out loud. Michael didn't even care as he fought Max's grip on him.

"Alex," Michael said again as Max shoved him harder into the wall, "Fight it. Fight him. Don't let him take over."

There was a distinct moment that it became clear that's exactly what he was doing.

Temeluchus snapped his head up, no longer pretending to cry and his eyes such a strong blue that it was impossible to mistake it as anything other than what it was. He was pissed.

"Oh, shit," Liz breathed.

"Maxwell, long time no see. You've been missed," Temeluchus said, still holding Alex's voice captive, "It was cute, really, thinking you could get away from me. You think you're so strong."

"I did get away from you," Max said, still taking out his anger on Michael. He had him pinned so harshly his feet didn't even reach the floor. Thankfully, he didn't really need to breathe. "I killed you."

"You can't kill me," Temeluchus laughed, "How pathetically arrogant must you be to think you could?"

"Let him go," Michael said. Liz and Maria were watching intently, clearly conflicted because they couldn't just beat him up or cast a spell. This was different. It was still Alex's body. "Just, just get out."

"Oh, I could, but where would the fun in that be?" Temeluchus said, slipping off the bed. He was still covered in blood, shirtless and wearing nothing but a pair of Michael's night pants he'd gotten back in the 1960s when a young witch who had a thing for the counter culture of the time had taken a liking to him. They were Alex's favorite and they had blood on them. God, how much did he drink from Alex, did Alex drink from him, to get it on those pants? "Besides, this body is quite welcoming. Was far too easy to slip in without you noticing. Usually causes a scene."

Michael felt like everything was tainted by this. When had Alex stopped being Alex and had started being Temeluchus? Was he Alex when he first woke up? Was he Alex last night? What had Michael done to him without his explicit consent other than that horrific bite?

"Far too open and easy, truly," Temeluchus said, his fingers trailing over the blood on Alex's chest before bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean, "If I wasn't mistaken, I'd think he was born a vessel and not quite human at all."

Michael's stomach dropped and felt frozen with fear for the first time in a long time. It was impossible not to think of how insistent he'd been when he first met Alex that he wasn't human, how his blood didn't taste human.

"Oh," Temeluchus feigned a gasp, his hand touching his bottom lip dramatically, "That might be your fault. How romantic; you've awoken something in him with that blood of yours."

"What is he talking about?" Maria asked. Michael kept staring and he didn't really have an answer. He didn't know. All he knew was that this was bad. If Alex was genuinely susceptible to possession, how did they get him out?

"Don't worry," Temeluchus said, "It'll be fun tearing you all apart in this pretty little body you're too scared to harm. Revenge at its finest, Maxwell."

"Alex," Michael said, resorting to begging out of pure desperation, "Push him out. If you're unnaturally open, you can be unnaturally closed. Push him out, love. I know you can. You're so strong."

Max responded to that by slamming him into the wall again.

Except Temeluchus only seemed to get angrier, breathing heavier and more unnatural than before. He rolled his shoulders, fidgeting like he was struggling to fit comfortably inside Alex's body. All that told Michael was that it was working.

But then things happened a little too fast.

Temeluchus seemed to be fighting to stay inside Alex and it was a losing battle. As his head tilted, a clear sign he was about to be expelled from his system, Isobel appeared. She snapped her fingers and, with a little gesture of her hand, Temeluchus fit right back into Alex's body and he was forced to sit down in a chair. Isobel tossed a rope into the air and that too instantly went around him, tying Alex to it. Michael fought against Max all over again.

"What are you doing?!" Michael yelled, "He was leaving!"

"And then we lose him and he hurts someone else," Isobel said, "We keep him in Alex until we find a way to kill him."

"The longer he stays in Alex, the more Alex gets hurt," Michael pointed out. Isobel raised a bored eyebrow.

"Then you should've prepared him," she said. Tears burned in his eyes and, for the first time, he genuinely regretted being with Alex. As much as he loved him, it wasn't worth this. It wasn't worth his life.

"I didn’t know this would happen!" Michael snapped, voice thick with tears, “He’s just human!”

"Yes, well,” Isobel said, “He was. Then you bit him, which is absolutely your own fault.”

Michael groaned, a tear falling as he slammed his head against the wall hard enough to make a dent. He just wanted to go back to normal, back to laying in bed with Alex’s cuddly self and drowning in his kisses. He wasn’t ready to give that up yet. He wished he would’ve been warned. He would’ve savored it more.

“Tie him up too,” Liz instructed and no one even questioned it as Max went to haul Michael towards the living room. Kyle and Maria did the honors of moving Temeluchus in Alex’s body to the living room.

“Seriously?” Michael asked as they threw him in a chair. Max tied him so tight, he could feel the rope digging into his skin. He was too drained to even fight against it. He just wanted Alex.

“You bit Alex, I don’t care if he was possessed or not, it’s still his body that’s affected,” Liz said firmly, “You tricked him into trusting you and then bit him the second you got the chance.”

Michael gave a dry laugh and bowed his head. He didn’t bother trying to argue with them and explain what was actually happening. They wouldn’t believe him anyway. He wasn’t trusted even though it’d been nearly a year since he first met them. Why would they believe he and Alex had been together for eight months? Why would they believe that he didn’t want to bite him? Why would they believe that it wasn’t a trick and, if there was a power imbalance to be had, Alex was the one in control? It didn’t matter. It wasn’t their business.

“Can I at least get a rag to wipe my face?” Michael asked.

“Don’t you want to lick it off?” Kyle asked, an accusatory tone in his voice. Michael sighed.

“No, I really don’t.”

They ignored him and formed a tiny circle to whisper about what to do. Michael‘s eyes drifted to Alex’s body. He was limp in his restraints still, probably because of Isobel forcing Temeluchus back into his body so harshly. A new instinct prodded in him, one he hadn’t felt for someone other than Isobel since he was human himself: worry. He wanted to check over him, make sure he was okay. He was going to be so sore after this. Would they let Michael take care of him?

“Alex?” Michael asked softly, ignoring the whispering about what to do from the gang, “Alex, wake up. Wake up, please.”

Groggily, Alex groaned and lifted his head. His eyes were normal, but Michael didn’t trust it. He watched as he looked around barely to get a vague sense of his surroundings. He blinked, his eyebrows furrowed like he was confused and in pain. He looked like Alex. Michael reluctantly let himself enjoy that.

“Morning, beautiful,” Michael said, reaching his foot out. He was too far away, but he could pretend.

“Shut up,” Alex said, voice gravelly even as he gave him a small little smile, “What’s going on? Why am I tied up? Why are you? Who’s blood is this?”

“Alex?” Maria said cautiously. Alex looked at her and seemed to notice they were there for the first time. His eyes widened and he looked to Michael and then back at them.

“Don’t hurt him,” Alex said instantly, “It’s not his fault. I came onto him first.” Michael huffed a laugh and relaxed. Alex was okay. Or, at least, okay enough.

“Alex,” Liz said, “He bit you.”

A series of emotions crossed Alex’s face as he looked at Michael. He looked more confused that Michael would do that when he couldn’t remember than he was hurt or disgusted by the action. But it explained the blood and Alex nodded slowly.

“I don’t feel different,” Alex said, “Just… overwhelmed, overstimulated, maybe.”

“You’re possessed,” Michael said before anyone else could, “Temeluchus. He made me bite you‒you know I wouldn’t without your permission.”

“I know,” Alex said, still looking slightly lost over the overabundance of information, “Temeluchus? Like my dream?”

“You remember?” Michael asked, bubbling with relief to the point he smiled and tried to reach out with his foot again. He wanted to touch him so badly. It was torture. “So you were with me this morning?”

“Yeah, but go back to the possession part,” Alex said, stretching his foot out to knock into Michael’s. It grounded him for all of two seconds before Max stood between them. He was all glares and no remorse.

“Temeluchus is‒”

“A demon, I know, why is he in me, though?” Alex said, leaning as much as he could to get a good view of Michael around Max.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” Michael asked. Alex looked at his friends who still seemed lost on what to do before looking back at Michael.

“Kissing you after you explained Temeluchus to me,” Alex said. It was a relief, honestly. Not everything had to be bad. “But you bit me. Shouldn’t I be changing?”

Again, complete silence. No one knew what was actually happening to Alex. Isobel said he was human until he got bit, but Temeluchus said there was already something within him. It was a button that just needed to be pushed. No one knew anything. He should be changing, but he wasn’t. He didn’t have an answer to that.

“I don’t know, love, I think‒”

Michael was cut off by Alex’s face changing, contorting into a sickening smirk as his eyes turned into that icy blue. Michael stopped smiling. He almost got some semblance of joy, but then he had to have a rude reminder that he wasn’t allowed that.

“You’re right, you know? He’s strong. Young, though. Youngest I’ve ever had the pleasure of being inside,” Temeluchus said, a bragging tone to his voice. So distinctly not Alex.

“My mom’s coming,” Maria said, “She knows more about how to do this without hurting Alex.”

“Humans,” Isobel sighed, “So fragile.”

“How long have you and Alex been seeing each other?” Kyle asked.

“Should I be insulted that we aren’t focusing on me?” Temeluchus said, voice slightly fading. Max glared at him this time. Michael wondered when the guilt would appear in him or when they would talk about how Max summoned a demon. Somehow, his love life seemed drastically less important in comparison to the demonic situation.

“How long?” Liz repeated.

Michael groaned, rolling his head back. The movement pulled on his restraints, making them dig into him more. He winced slightly, but it somehow didn’t hold a candle to the crowd of glaring, self-righteous high schoolers. Isobel had gotten bored early on and wandered into the kitchen for blood, leaving him alone with them.

“Eight months,” Michael said, refusing to show how much it hurt him to share his private life with them, “He stays here most nights since his dad is a goddamn travesty.”

They all stared at him like he’d grown an extra head. He just accepted it and looked back at Alex. He was unnaturally still, staring forward with those icy eyes. It looked like no one was quite at the forefront of his body. Maybe he really was fighting his ass off. Michael was going to give him the world when this was over. If he let him, of course.

“Eight months?” Maria echoed, shock on her face. They all looked shocked, more shocked by that than the goddamn demon inside their friend. They didn’t deserve Alex.

“And you waited until now to bite him?” Max asked. Michael rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t wait for shit,” Michael argued, “Temeluchus forced me. I wouldn’t hurt him.” He didn’t say that they had talked about it more than once, that turning him after graduation was the plan. Together forever was the plan.

“You need to stay away from him,” Max insisted, “This thing between you is over.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Michael spat, “You’re not my keeper and you sure as hell not his.”

“You bit him, you have no say anymore.”

“He’s eighteen! He’s older than I was when I was changed! Fuck off!” Michael yelled, wanting to break free. He knew he could if he really wanted to, but he didn’t feel like dealing with that right now. Max was already making this his problem in the wrong way. “He’s possessed because of you! You summoned Temeluchus!”

“Revenge to the gods,” Temeluchus said quietly, still unmoving, “Wake another Child of Eden.”

“Child of Eden?” Liz asked. Michael’s stomach dropped for what seemed like the fifth time that day.

“It’s what they call neither a Child of God nor a Child of Lucifer. Somewhere in between,” Mimi said as she made her grand entrance, “There’s only a few types I know of. Very rare.”

“I knew it,” Michael breathed, “I knew he wasn’t human.”

“Then what is he?” Liz asked cautiously, “Like, what type?”

“Maxwell,” Temeluchus said, looking up with a new wave of strength. It worried Michael on what that meant for Alex. “It was hard to kill me then. It’ll be fun to see you try this time.”

Temeluchus broke the restraints they had him in and stood so Michael quickly did the same, ready to stand between him and Max if he needed to. He wasn’t about to let him lay a hand on Alex’s body. Temeluchus, however, barely had time to even lunge at Max when Mimi started murmuring, freezing Alex’s body. It should’ve been threatening to Temeluchus, but it wasn’t. Michael took a hesitant step closer so he could catch Alex’s body when Temeluchus left it.

“You have no idea what you’re about to do,” Temeluchus laughed. It confused them all. “I leave and your Child of Eden is left with no crutch. He’ll have to acclimate. I at least take care of my children.”

No questions were able to be asked before Mimi’s cast began to work. Alex’s eyes rolled back into his skull and his head tilted back. Then it took less than a few moments for them to understand just what Alex was.

Alex screamed.

The shriek of a banshee was identifiable even to those of whom had never been exposed to the idea prior to hearing it. It brought all Children of God, Children of Lucifer, other Children of Eden excruciating pain and Alex, untrained and newly unleashed, could’ve executed them all. It brought Michael, Maria, Liz, Max, and probably Isobel to their knees, ears bleeding and minds faltering from the sheer pain it caused. Mimi was affected too, but she fought it to finish her cast.

Michael didn’t hear when she stopped or when Temeluchus was expelled, but he felt when Alex finally stopped screaming. He had to take a moment, his brain scrambled and ears ringing. He got himself together before anyone else, though, crawling to where Alex was on the floor. He was laying in a crumpled pile of limbs, heaving each breath with wide eyes.

“Alex,” Michael called, scared to touch him. He looked like he was in overdrive, his brain malfunctioning.

“I don’t‒ I can’t‒ I‒” Alex whined, clutching his head. Michael just wanted to take all of his pain away. He gently touched Alex's cheek, but he just gasped horrifically in response so Michael had to pull away. A whole new layer of helplessness rose in him. He just wanted his Alex.

“Kyle,” Mimi said, voice strained as she fought her own pain, “Take Alex to my house, would you, and then call me when you get there so I can tell you what to do.”

“What? No,” Michael insisted, "No, he's staying here so I can watch him."

“He needs to get away from everyone with abilities. He’s hypersensitive now and is going to need a lot of training. For right now, we’ll give him a celestite so he won’t be burdened. But Kyle is the only one human enough to take him anywhere,” Mimi explained. Michael wasn’t very keen on that.

“Then you’ll come right back?” he clarified.

“I actually think it’d be best to just leave him there,” Liz butted in, “He can’t go home like this just yet.”

“Then he stays here,” Michael insisted, “I need to watch him.”

“We can do that just fine,” Mimi said.

“Yeah, I don’t know if I feel comfortable with him being with you after this,” Maria agreed, looking over to Kyle to fully make that 4-against-1, “Right, Kyle?”

Kyle eyed Michael cautiously like he didn’t quite get it‒or maybe like he got it too much. Either way, Michael had a million thoughts run through his mind, all of which were absolute fear that he and Alex would have to be over due to conditions no one could've predicted.

“Maybe I can bring him back and we can all stay here? That way we can all watch Alex, but I can still get him away until we get the stone,” Kyle suggested. There was silence for a few long moments.

“Please,” Michael said, too focused on Alex to care about the level of weakness he was showing, “Please, bring him back.”

"Okay, honey, okay," Mimi said, the only one who was even bothering to be nice to him. She put a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back. Michael let her if only because he physically couldn't help. “Just let Kyle take care of him for a little while.”

Kyle was quiet as he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around Alex, pulling him to his feet before eventually having to pick him up entirely because he couldn't walk. Michael wondered if he was affected at all by the scream and decided he had when he saw his nose looked like it'd bled a little. The entire room was silent until they heard the car start and drive off.

"So, what, I can never touch him again?" Michael asked dryly. He'd abandoned all embarrassment or concern for how they viewed him, what they knew. This felt like the end of his life.

"Not necessarily," Mimi said, letting him lean on her, "If he has the celestite on him, he should be grounded enough to co-exist, but he will need training. It just… it might be difficult because I've only heard of one other living banshee and they were in India. Even then, that was 20 years ago."

"I thought banshees were all women," Maria said, "And Irish."

"Banshees were around long before the construct of gender and ethnicity," Mimi said, a light tone to her voice. She was easily the only reason they had any semblance of control left. "From my understanding, there's a limited amount. Similar to the Slayer legacy, when one dies, the gift is given to a baby born in the same moment and has to be awakened somehow. I guess vampire blood can do the trick."

"So, what now?" Liz asked, "What does that mean for him?"

"It means we won't need to play a guessing game when it comes to demons or vampires anymore because he'll be able to sense them," Mimi said, "And, if he's trained, he'll be one hell of a secret weapon."

"What did you do with Temeluchus?" Michael asked, no longer wishing to talk about Alex until he could talk to the man himself. This was uncharted territory and he didn't feel comfortable with the unknowns of it all.

"Put him in here," Maria filled in for her mother, holding up a jar that was lined with that same dust he'd been given by a witch centuries prior.

"What?" he scoffed, "You put an age old demon in a jar?"

"Max," Liz said carefully, breaking their conversation. Everyone looked to Max who was apparently doing his damnedest to keep his fangs in check. Michael rolled his eyes. For someone who pretended to be all high in mighty, he really couldn't handle the smell of blood. "Max, are you okay?"

Michael managed to get to his feet, albeit a little wobbly, and grabbed Max by the back of his shirt. He hauled him into the kitchen where Isobel was sitting on the floor, her head in her hands. Michael tossed Max beside her.

"You need to get your shit together," Michael told him. Max shook his head, looking up at him like he was missing something.

"They were all bleeding," Max scoffed, "How did that not fuck with you?"

Michael stared at him, wondering if he was stupid or if they were just that different. Michael was still covered in Alex's drying blood, the taste of him still prevelant on his tongue. Even if he wasn't too stressed to eat, he also just had the best thing he'd ever tasted. It would take a little while before anything else could possibly interest him. Still, he licked his lips without thinking and Max took that as his answer.

"You're sick," Max accused.

"Well, your little boyfriend really is something special, I'll give you that," Isobel said, interjecting before Michael could bite back to Max's statement.

"Yeah," Michael agreed, grabbing a dish towel from the counter and using it to wipe his face clean before wrapping it around his wrist. It'd stopped bleeding, but there was still blood everywhere. "He is special."

"Yeah," Isobel scoffed, "Tell him not to go all banshee on us again. The last banshee I met was a total bitch."

Michael raised an eyebrow. "You knew a banshee?"

"Long time ago," Isobel said, looking up at him. She had blood trailing from her nose over her chin and on her sleeves. "Before you turned. Might have to track them down so he doesn't do all that shit again."

Michael's eyebrows shot up and his heart stopped, possibly getting his hopes up a little too high at the idea that Alex was indeed immortal.

"They got killed by a Slayer, but I'm sure their soul is back around somewhere," she said. He tapered his excitement, filing the question away to be asked with sincerity later.

"You think they'll remember you?"

"Part of banshee training is remembering past lives, Michael," she said like it was obvious, “That and learning to cope with perpetual headaches from all the goddamn shit they hear at all times.” He nodded, feeling a little bit better. If he wasn't immortal, Michael would just track him down in his next life and continue for the rest of eternity. Yeah. He could do that.

Still, he made his way back into the main room with a hollow feeling in his stomach. He needed Alex home and in his bed soon or he was going to fucking lose it.

"Right. Okay. Thank you, Kyle, you can bring him back now," Mimi said into her phone before hanging up.

"So, what do we do about the demon in the jar?" Michael asked. Liz and Maria looked at each other, the blood from their noses and ears cleaned up as best as they could. Then, with a nod, they looked back at Michael.

"We're keeping him in the jar."

He blinked a few times, unsure if he misheard them or if they were that insane.

"What?" he asked, "He possessed Alex and we're just going to let him live?"

"Look, we have no other way to make sure he stays dead. If he's in a jar, he can't hurt anyone else," Maria explained. Michael scoffed, but he felt too drained to argue.

"Are we at least going to exile Max for summoning him?" Michael asked.

"Max summoned him years ago," Liz said, "It wasn't his fault that he came back."

Michael huffed a laugh, tilting his head back as he tried to reconcile how absolutely shit this day was. And he got nothing out of it.

"But it is my fault that Alex got bit?" Michael said. Silence. He didn't know why that hurt so much. He hadn't wanted to become apart of their stupid gang anyway. "Right. I'll pretend to be shocked."

"All that matters is that Alex is alive," Mimi insisted. Michael nodded, dropping himself on the couch and looked around at the semi-blood bath that had taken over his living room. So much goddamn blood. "I'll keep the jar."

"Okay," they all said softly before going back to silence. Michael figured it had to do with the eventful day they had. Objectively, he had the worst day (second to Alex's) but he was willing to accept that they were probably also overwhelmed. He also accepted that they didn't deserve his sympathies.

The blood was too much to look at though and Michael eventually found himself going to his bedroom to find another one. His bed, that safe place that Alex loved so much, was covered in their blood. Maybe this whole experience was a good thing, though, because this was the first time a scene like that hadn’t left him feeling satisfied.

He stripped the bed quickly, throwing the sheets and the blanket into the closet. He would burn them later. He tried to get out the blood as best as he could with water and a towel, but eventually just put on a fresh pair of sheets and hoped it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. When Alex came home, he could be the real judge.

After Michael went back into the living room, it was thirty more excruciating minutes before Kyle returned with a sleeping Alex who had clean clothes, clean hair, and a bandage on his neck. Michael immediately went to help, though he was scared to touch him when he got up close.

"You should be okay, he has the celestite in his pocket," Kyle said, carefully letting Michael take over. He lifted him bridal style, letting himself take in his features. He was a little pale and the bags beneath his eyes were a little more obvious than before, but he was overall okay. “He was awake while he took a shower and stuff, but even with the rock nearby he was shaken up and weak, so I gave him a melatonin to sort of help him get to sleep a little easier. I’m sure he’ll feel better after he sleeps.”

“Okay, thank you,” Michael said, ignoring them all as he went to carry him into his room.

“Leave the door open,” Liz instructed. Michael scoffed, glaring at her like she was an annoying mother. But, then again, she was the Slayer and it was always nice to see when they had some semblance of care for others.

“Alex can’t sleep with the door open,” Michael pointed out.

“He’s already asleep,” Isobel rebutted.

“Fine,” Michael complied if only so he could get Alex to bed sooner. He put him on the bed and covered him up quickly, looking over his face again. He was still pretty. Always so pretty.

The living room slowly dissolved into conversation, all quiet as they tried to be courteous of Alex’s need to sleep. They discussed how they were going to find a banshee to help train him, what they would do to make sure Temeluchus never got free again, a quiet scolding of Max for being harsher on Michael than the demon, what they were going to order for dinner, etc, etc, etc. Michae stayed focused on Alex.

Once the sun set and Max and Liz left and returned with a pizza, Michael got on with Alex’s nightly routine instead of joining the party in the living room. They’d gone back to normal conversation, like that morning hadn’t been so life changing and like Alex wasn’t unconscious in the next room. It was annoying. So Michael focused on sitting beside him, cleaning his eyebrow and septum piercings before putting on that weird facemask Alex did every night. He watched him while he waited, hoping he’d wake up. He didn’t. So Michael wiped the facemask off and brushed his own teeth before crawling into bed beside Alex.

The lights in the living room were left on as they decided they wanted to go to sleep for the night. They’d agreed to take turns to make sure nothing went bump in the night and Max gladly took the first shift, the house going dark. Michael laid between Alex and the wall and he waited.

Alex made a little noise before he woke up and, instead of jolting forward like usual, his eyes just slowly dragged open. Michael quickly sat up, hovering over him slightly for his own selfish reasons.

“Hi,” Michael said instantly.

“Michael?” he said, reaching up to rub his eyes but his movements were lethargic at best. Michael still let him do it on his own.

“Yeah, I’m right here,” Michael whispered.

“My head hurts,” Alex said.

“Yeah,” he said, “It probably will for awhile according to Isobel.”

Alex’s bottom lip protruded in a lazy pout as he dropped his hand from his eyes. Michael smiled slightly, cautiously reaching out to rest his hand on his cheek. The contact instantly made Alex’s eyes pop open wide and Michael immediately took his hand away.

“Whoa,” Alex breathed, blinking rapidly as Michael felt dread creep up in him. Alex’s entire face rushed through different emotions before settling on one and he took a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” Michael asked. Alex nodded slowly.

“Yeah, just,” he said, breathing in deep, “Don’t be so worried. I’m right here.”

So much for that fucking rock.

“You felt that, huh?” Michael wondered.

Alex didn’t really confirm or deny, shifting in bed a little instead and grabbing Michael’s hand that was attached to his busted wrist. A tiny little jolt rocked through Alex, but he didn’t let go as he pulled Michael’s hand to his side. His hand slid up his arm and to his cheek, pulling him down for a kiss. It wasn’t much more than a peck, but Alex dragged it out for as long as he could.

“Stop,” Alex whispered, “I’m not mad at you.”

“You should be.”

“No,” Alex said, fingers fiddling with his ear not too unlike the way Michael did to him, “Only if we’re talking about the door being open.”

Michael huffed a laugh, but he felt genuine relief for the first time that day. Fatigue shot through him as the adrenaline finally started to die and he bowed his head against Alex’s collarbone. He was here. Alive, breathing, holding him. He wasn’t resentful. But when was Alex ever that?

“Liz made me, they all hate me,” Michael admitted.

“Well, they don’t matter because it turns out I am a supremely excellent judge of character,” Alex whispered. Michael lifted his head a little bit, curious to how much he remembered. Had they even said what he was while his body was in the room? Did Kyle tell him? Was Kyle even there when they said it?

Or was this just the beginning to whatever was waking inside Alex?

Michael used the last of his strength to telekinetically shut the door, letting Alex wrap him up in his arms. He tucked his head in the crook of his neck, opposite to the side the bandages were on. Alex was only awake for a few moments longer before he eventually drifted right back to sleep all while holding him close.

Michael managed to lull himself to sleep with the thoughts of the fact that Alex was okay. Maybe the future was more uncertain than it had ever been, maybe their time together was more finite than they could’ve imagined, maybe horrific shit like possession was going to keep happening to them when they were a vampire and banshee dating while friends with a slew of witches and vampires and the goddamn Slayer. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Nothing was certain.

Nothing but right now.

And right now was the rhythmic thud of Alex’s heart.

#Malex #malex fic #michael guerin #alex manes #roswell new mexico #my fic #i hope you like it!

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Birdsong

@mutilatedmadonna @secret-shifters

I’m so so sorry for the holdup! I wanted to make sure your gift was at least decent, but I felt awful knowing you went so long without a present. Merry belated Christmas--and I hope this is worth the wait!

Warnings: Minimal mouthplay

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Unless you frequented the small riverside town of Redwater, you might not recognize the name Scarlett Beowulf.

No one would blame you, of course—Scarlett was hardly remarkable at first glance. She wasn’t rich, nor was she part of any noble family. And yet, in the town of Redwater, Scarlett was something of a local celebrity.

The reason? Scarlett was magic.

Or, at the very least, her voice was magic.

Years ago, a young Scarlett went to play in the woods. When she came back hours later, a flock of robins followed her. They nestled in her hair, perched on her shoulders, and circled over her head.

“The birds told me there are bandits to the east,” she explained to her flabbergasted mother. “There’s five of them. And they have spears.” Surely enough, when the guards went to investigate, they came back with five bandits in tow, newly bound with ropes and chains. They were planning to invade the town that night but were thwarted by a young girl and a flock of robins.

No one knew why or how Scarlett developed her ability to speak to animals. Her parents had no magic of their own, and neither did anyone else in the town. The powers simply appeared with no warning—and Scarlett herself did not indicate how it happened. The local priest suggested that the goddess of music blessed her with a voice that all creatures enjoyed listening to. Most people were satisfied with that answer, including Scarlett.

Neighbours often found Scarlett bantering with stray dogs, or listening intently to the stories of tired old warhorses. At one point, she even recruited the woodland crows to find a missing toddler. Needless to say, she became very popular in a short amount of time—her special ability allowed the townsfolk the opportunity to cooperate with the animals around them.

Years passed, and Scarlett’s life stayed mostly the same. She liked Redwater just fine and felt no need to move away. Besides, she had grown fond of the animals and knew them all by name—it would be heartbreaking to leave them behind. Her love for Redwater’s amazing creatures was too great. She adored them, and they adored her as well.

The irony wasn’t lost on her when she managed to get kidnapped by a dragon.

The existence of dragons was hardly a secret, although many people believed them to be extinct due to how rarely they were spotted. The wise tortoise that lived in the river valley told Scarlett a great many stories of the Age of Dragons. How they levelled cities and smouldered forests, their penchant for riddles and trickery, and their taste for human flesh. The tortoise was glad dragons were disappearing—it was safer that way, he said. Although she disagreed with him at the time, Scarlett was beginning to think the tortoise had good reason to despise dragonkind.

As the dragon soared through the air, blotting out the sun with its massive wings, Scarlett could only scream in terror. She wouldn’t fall to her death, at least—not with the talons viced around her torso and arms—but whether she liked it or not, this dragon wouldn’t be letting her go.

The dragon lowered its head momentarily as it flew, eyeing her with its piercing gaze, before snorting a puff of smoke and looking away once more. Scarlett briefly wondered if the dragon could even understand her. She hoped to eventually reason with it, convince it to let her go and snatch up some other hapless dame.

But even if the dragon could understand her, the constant din of raging wind drowned out her voice. Even her screeching and hollering was silenced by the blasting air. She had no choice but to wait until the dragon stopped flying before trying to communicate.

Eventually, it did stop flying. The dragon and its victim happened upon a mountain range, lined with spruce trees and trickling streams. But with so much forestry blanketing the ground, there didn’t seem to be anywhere for the dragon to land. Scarlett felt its wingspan tilt left, and the dragon began to spiral around the snowy mountain caps. And that’s when she saw it: a small opening near the peak, just large enough for a dragon to fit through.

The dragon grunted, swooped downwards, and landed sideways on the mountain face. The earth trembled beneath its weight, and Scarlett tensed. The giant creature shimmied through the opening, descending further into the hole until both it and its prisoner became cloaked in darkness.

And then… all was still. Her bated breath punctuated the eerie silence.

“...You’ve gone quiet, sssongbird,” a raspy voice purred. “Is sssomething the matter?”

Scarlett swallowed hard. She hadn’t expected the dragon to say anything, let alone try to make conversation. Her head slowly pivoted around as she strained to make out her surroundings, but it was just too dark. “I—I don’t like heights,” she fumbled. “They terrify me.”

“I sssee.” A booming, echoing hum sounded. “Afraid of flying, isss it? What a ssstrange bird you are.”

“I’m not a bird!” Scarlett snapped, forgetting for a moment that she should be too busy cowering in fear to correct the dragon’s mistake.

“Oh? Not a bird, you sssay? That doesssn’t follow.” The claws trapping her in place suddenly retracted, and Scarlett found herself tumbling onto a heap of… something. The objects beneath her chimed lightly as she landed rather roughly on her back. A pile of pebbles, maybe? “You don red feathersss, and you sssing like a red-throated loon. Therefore, you mussst be a bird.”

“It’s cotton, not feathers,” Scarlett huffed, pointedly gesturing to her red dress. “And I wasn’t singing. I was screaming.”

The dragon chuckled deeply. “You do yourself a grave injussstice—your voice isss rather lovely for a mere human.”

Scarlett choked on her breath. “N—now hold on a moment!” she sputtered. “For such a sophisticated fellow, you sure have awful manners! Snatching me from my home, stealing me away, and now you think to woo to me like a common cur?!”

“...You’re right. I’ve been a poor hossst.” A hot wash of breath rustled her hair. The dragon must have been right in front of her, although she couldn’t see it at all. ��If it’sss mannersss you want, then let’s ssstart with an introduction.”

A faint light began to glow before Scarlett’s eyes. She squinted, leaning forwards questioningly to see what it was. And as if to answer her, the dragon bellowed a fierce roar—and a swirling inferno burst forth from its throat.

Scarlett instinctively ducked. Her hands shot up to cover her head, and she prayed her hair wouldn’t light up like a wick. Thankfully, the fiery blaze soared overhead and spiralled upwards to the roof of the cave. A crooked chandelier dangling on a chain above was engulfed by the flames, and when the onslaught of fire faded away, the room was bathed in the newfound glow of flickering candlelight. A pool of coins and jewels began to glitter softly beneath her feet, blanketing the entire cave in its golden hue.

She looked up. And then she saw it. A slitted green eye, bigger than her own head, and a maw lined with glistening fangs. The dragon’s head slithered upwards, dwarfing Scarlett with its sheer enormity.

Scarlett bit down a startled cry, flinching back from the sight.

The dragon’s bemused chuckle echoed through the cave. “You can call me Mythnir,” he boomed, grin twisted menacingly, “if it so pleassses you.”

Scarlett’s eyes were instinctively drawn to the dragon’s catlike eyes and razor-sharp teeth, but it was hard not to look at the shimmering copper scales armouring his body—not to mention the pointed spines that lined his backside. His sheer size would be terrifying enough if he wasn’t readily capable of ripping Scarlett to shreds.

“M—Mythnir the Invisible,” Scarlett whispered, slowly recalling the old tortoise's stories. “The Havoc Wreaker… the Discorder… th—the Oath Breaker.”

“Ah. You’ve heard of me.”

Scarlett nodded slowly. The stories didn’t do him justice—Mythnir was incredible in all the wrong ways.

“Y—you…” The girl hesitated. She couldn’t help but gape in awe at the monster standing before her. Even in the dim candlelight, his spines glistened like knives. His wings, spread out on either side, made him appear infinitely larger. “...You’re terrifying.”

A puff of smoke rose from his nostrils. “Normally, I would take that asss a compliment,” Mythnir drawled. “But now I feel insssulted.”

“Insulted?! Y—you kidnapped me!”

“Don't be dramatic.”

“Dramatic? I'm being dramatic?! Just look at you! You’re a terrible, knavish monstrosity who stole me from my home! I have plenty of reasons to be terrified of you!”

The dragon fell silent. His spines bristled. His tail swept inwards, curling in around Scarlett. The coins clattered against each other, scattering across the cave floor. Now Scarlett was truly trapped—if she wasn’t already. “Monssstrosity, you sssay? Well, that sssimply won’t do.”

“Wh—what do you mean?”

“One moment, dear. I mussst focus.”

Scarlett blinked. Mythnir had suddenly closed his eyes, ducking his head towards the floor. And then, to Scarlett’s astonishment, Mythnir began to change before her very eyes. The scales lining his jawline folded inward one by one, sinking into the tender flesh beneath his plates. His newly-revealed skin glowed in the light, indicating a surface-level layer of slime. His snout squished into his face until it was flat, and his wings disappeared into the curves of his backside.

Mythnir reared his morphed head and grinned, revelling in Scarlett’s stunned silence. His fangs were no longer sharp and piercing. They had become short and flat, much like human teeth. The tongue that used to flicker between his lips was now stubby and short. And his talons, the ones Scarlett had been trapped by for the last hour, were no more than nails attached to fingers.

One moment ago, Mythnir was a mighty dragon. And now, somehow… he was human. A gigantic human, clocking in at nearly forty-five feet. Curly, reddish-brown hair dangled across his forehead, and his signature green eyes were now somewhat natural-looking, although they retained the slitted pupils.

That’s when Scarlett’s gears began to turn.

“You’re… a shapeshifter.”

She’d heard about this somewhere. But frustratingly, her brain had trouble recalling when and where she came across this bit of information. Some dragons, usually ancient ones, could change themselves at will: their colour, their body shape, and even their species. However, they had no way to shrink or grow; they could only change their outward appearance. Their shapeshifting was normally only useful for camouflage, either to hide from prey or from armies sent to slay them.

Why else would they call him Mythnir the Invisible? Scarlett suddenly felt very stupid.

The former-dragon pursed his lips. “How obssservant of you.” Mythnir’s voice remained unchanged: still as booming and commanding as before, complete with his ominous hiss. Scarlett found this to be strange, considering his snakelike tongue no longer existed. “Ssso… what do you think? Lessss monssstorousss, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I—I…”

“I’m glad you think ssso. Now then, back to busssinessss.” A shadow began to overtake Scarlett. The girl looked up just in time to see four fingers descending onto her, but before she could think to run, they had pinned her arms to her sides. Scarlett was suddenly whisked off the ground, her legs dangling uselessly beneath her. Mythnir’s human face took up her entire field of view. “Do you know any Shah Luen balladsss? Or any sssort of Kuirid shanty?”

“I—I’m not singing for you,” Scarlett choked, desperate to retain some of her dignity. She kicked her legs pointedly, although she knew it would hardly benefit her.

Mythnir rumbled deeply. His eyes fixated upon Scarlett’s thrashing limbs. “Tell me, sssongbird. Have you ever tasted tawny quail roasssted over a ssspit?” He licked his lips, humming lustfully. “Ssserved with pomegranate, ssseasoned with exotic herbsss…”

“N—no, I—I don’t eat meat.”

“It’sss a wonderful dish. And in truth... I am sssimply famished right about now.”

Scarlett swallowed hard. “I—is that s—so?”

“Riddle me thisss. If my pet bird refussses to sssing…” Mythnir’s maw suddenly gaped, revealing a line of enormous human teeth. His jaw seemed to unhinge in the process, for no human could possibly open their mouth that wide. “...is she not better off as a tasssty meal to sssatiate my hunger?”

“W—w—wait!” Scarlett squeaked, locking up in terror. Her head recoiled, and she refused to look down into the deep abyss of Mythnir’s throat. “Please, d—don’t eat me! I—I don’t want to die!”

“But you should be deliciousss.” Mythnir’s slimy tongue ran along the inner edges of his molars. A huff of hot breath rustled Scarlett’s hair about. “What ussse is a voicelessss bird besssidesss a snack?”

Scarlett screeched even louder when she found herself being lowered into the darkness of Mythnir’s maw. His tongue and incisors were uncomfortably close to touching her. “Okay, okay!” she shrieked, squeezing her eyes shut as her painful doom drew near. “I’ll sing, you stupid knave! I’ll sing, alright?!”

“Wonderful!” The enormous hand brought her even closer to Mythnir’s awaiting mouth. She choked on the putrid smell of his oncoming breath. “Let’sss hear it.”

“B—but…!”

“Better hurry, sssongbird. I’m ssstarving.”

“Okay okay okay!” Scarlett gasped, quickly acking her brain for a decent song. An aria? A hymn? A Gaelic chant, perhaps? Were any of those good enough to please the dragon? “Er… wh—what should I sing?”

“Anything to dissstract me from my hunger.”

“V—very well, then!” Scarlett inhaled shakily, turning away from Mythnir’s mouth so she wouldn’t choke on his awful breath.

And then she began to sing.

“The tune of a polka drifted in And it set my tapping feet alight My mother said to stay in bed But I ought to join the dance tonight

Who’s to listen to her say no When we’re all busy dancing to and fro Who would let this moment go When we’re all busy dancing to and fro?”

Scarlett had focused so much on her song that she didn’t notice Mythnir’s snarky grin faltering. The human-looking dragon no longer had a malicious glint in his eye. He instead seemed curious now, almost childlike in his wonder. His sharp gaze was fixed firmly on Scarlett—still dangling from his fingers—as she continued to sing. Her voice was uneasy, and she could barely stay on pitch, but she continued at a brisk pace, for she was too anxious to go any slower.

“My mother shut herself away In her room to hum a quiet hymn So I went to have a spot of fun Where the music plays and the lights are dim

What’s it matter what mum will say When we’re all busy dancing to and fro? I’ll come back ere the break of day But tonight I’m dancing to and fro!

Upon the hill, the fiddle was wailing We laughed and played the whole night long The rain fell hard and the wind blew cold And we echoed the mandolin’s song

Who should mind a drop of rain When we’re all busy dancing to and fro? Who should miss the fun and games When we’re all busy dancing to and fro?”

Her voice suddenly trailed off. She looked down at Mythnir uneasily. “I—I don’t remember the rest,” she whispered, curling in on herself. Her voice trembled and her nerves were frayed into oblivion. I’m s—s—sorry. Please don’t eat me.”

“Incredible," Mythnir murmured, his voice barely audible.

Scarlett blinked thrice. “...Huh?”

“I knew you had a lovely voice, but thisss...” Mythnir chuckled ominously, cocking his head to get a better look at the girl in his fingers. “I think I’ll keep you, sssongbird. For now, at least.”

“W—wait, no!” Scarlett began thrashing anew, kicking her legs in a frenzy. “No, y—you can’t keep me here! I have to go home!”

“Thisss will be your home now. Fear not… I’ll take good care of you.” Mythnir’s hand carefully drifted downwards. Scarlett found herself being deposited back onto the pile of gold below. She backpedalled fearfully, gazing up at the giant dragon-turned-man. “Ssso,” Mythnir rumbled, folding his hands together and narrowing his eyes menacingly. “How about an encore, sssongbird?”

#ASDFGHJKL IM NO GOOD AT MOUTHPLAY IM SO SORRY #i dont really know what to put in the tags because this isnt a fanfic #i know right?? sal writing an original fic?? i guess pigs start flying tomorrow #gt #g/t #giant tiny #giant/tiny #secret shifters 2020 #again im so sorry for taking so long!! i hated how badly you got shafted #so i wanted to make you soemthing with effort put in and not half-ass it #hope you like dragons because scarlett does not!!!!#if you got this far here’s a fun fact; Scarlett’s song is actually Ievan Polkka lmaoooooo #hatsune miku is a medieval icon #mywriting

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ask-anti-cosmo · 4 years ago

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Anti-Cosmo X reader: my dear little pet

I inhaled deeply in joy as I sat in my comfortable chair in the castle I called home. It flouted firmly in the clouds above the magical world of the anti-fairies, as I was their king. If anyone even thought to defy me, I would be at their throats in an instant and let them know the misery that would bring them with a swing of my black starred wand.

I crossed my legs and sighed contently as I watched the fireplace in front of me spout dancing blue flames. I suddenly flinched when hearing my stomach growl, making me grin. “Oh…I guess I’m hungry…” I mused. “_______! Come here!” I called strongly.

I heard a slight whimper and footsteps run towards me before a young girl, about 17 years of age, came into the room, panting. Her clothing was plain and her hair a little messy.

“Y-yes…?” She asked catching her breath.

“Come sit on my lap.” I commanded. She lowered her head and obeyed slowly, making me grin. She sat down and I began to stroke and play with her hair happily.

She tried to get off and rush away but I held her still. “Ah ah ah~ Don’t forget you owe me. You’re MINE.” I hissed.

You lowered your head and began to remember it. Why you were here in this evil creature’s clutches. Every time you thought about it, it made you cry, partially since you wished it never happened, but also because it seemed so stupid…

~~~~~~

It was in the winter, when the sun was down before 6:00 PM. You were at your high school, rehearsing a play with the rest of the drama students. You weren’t a drama major, but you thought it’d be fun to be in at least one play.

And you were enjoying it, the drama kids were actually some of the coolest kids of the school, some even more loved than the jocks! The teachers certainly favored them more than the snooty cheerleaders and bullies on football teams.

Anyways, rehearsal was over and everyone was leaving out to the dark parking lot where their cars were. The teachers were mostly gone, same with the students as you packed up your stuff. Before heading off to your car however, you decided to use the bathroom since it was a half hour trip home.

When you were done, you walked out of the stall and was washing your hands when you heard the door open. Curious to who else would be there at that time of night, you looked over and felt your heart flutter slightly. It was Bryan, the star of the play you were in. Good looking, excellent actor, and…he was in the girl’s bathroom with you?

“Bryan…?” You blinked confusedly. “Um, this is the girls bathroom…”

“Is it?” He blinked and looked around. “Oh whoops, it’s so dark out there I got lost, they turned off most of the hallway lights.”

“Oh…well uh, I’d better get home.” You blushed lightly.

“Let me give you a ride home, it’s dangerous out there.” He offered.

“No, I have my own car, thank you though.” You nodded and tried to pass him, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you back.

“What’s the rush?” He cocked his head to the side.

“It’s late and I have homework!” You frowned. “Let go!”

“I wanna hang out with you right now though! Come on, everyone will think you’re cool if you’re with me.” He grinned and he grabbed your other arm and pulled you closer to him.

“I don’t care about that sort of thing! Help!” You screamed as you struggled. Your foot stepped back and knocked something over that made a ‘Clink!’ sound, making both of you stop and look in confusion. To both of your great surprise, it was a glass salt shaker, filled to the brim and was now spilling it’s white contents onto the linoleum floor.

While Bryan was distracted, you kicked him where it hurts and escaped his grasp, running from the bathroom. The heavy door had slowed you down however, so he had quickly caught up with you in the dark halls, next to the glass door. Just outside the door was a light, making it a little easier to see the teenage boy’s angry face as he slapped you hard before reaching for your skirt.

You screamed for help again, praying someone, anyone would hear. That’s when you saw a pair of glowing green eyes appear in the dark, two glistening evil fangs accompanying them. Before Bryan could go any farther, blue hands shot from the dark, grabbing him tightly and yanking him into the shadows with them.

You could only stare in the dark in horror as you caught your breath and soon heard Bryan’s screams. Blood splattered at your feet, making you jump back as you sat on the cold floor.

Then it was silent.

You sat there, panting and pulling your skirt back up when you heard a sigh in the darkness.

“My my my…what a bind you were in just now, hmm?” an unrecognizable voice said in an elegant British accent. The glowing green eyes once again appeared. You heard the clicking of shoes against the school floor, and the thing that spoke walked into the light of the lamp outside.

He was about your height with blue skin and dark blue hair. The eyes were his, as were the white fangs, the former sporting a monocle on his right side. The monocle had a chain that lead to a piercing in one pointy blue elf ear, and the other ear sported a small dangly chain that had a black star at the end. He wore a somewhat old fashion blue garb, like a fancy coat and Victorian tie with silver chains reaching here and there. At the end of the coat was other little dangling jewelry, including black star cufflinks, but nothing as long as either earing. Black pants, and a blue bowler hat that sat atop his head like an ornament that was too small for any human head.

He grinned at you wickedly. “I seemed to have just saved you from that bind you were in, didn’t I? Doesn’t that at least merit a “thank you”?” He asked.

You tried to thank him but your voice hurt from screaming so you could only let out a whimper. At this, he frowned.

“My…not very grateful are we…?” He stepped close. You noticed a small twinkle in the darkness behind him, but you couldn’t make out what it was. “Well, nevertheless, I now own you, and I SERIOUSLY doubt you could ever repay me, so…I think I’ll just take you home with me~ Pay me back with company and… other services~” He grinned and licked his lips.

You shuddered and tried to scoot away from him. “H-how are you any better than Bryan then?!” You squeaked.

“Hmm? Oh no, I don’t mean that! Absolutely not, I am a gentleman!” He declared. “No no dear, I was something much more dignified than anything sexual.”

“Wh…what DO you want then…?” You asked softly.

He chuckled softly as black bat wings unfurled from behind him, the left one had a shiny silver ring close to the tip. “I thought it’d be obvious…”

~~~~~~~

I grinned as I licked your ear before biting into your neck, drinking your blood passionately, making you shiver. I had overheard her cries that night and decided to test her fate by placing the salt shaker nearby. If she tipped it, then she was fated to be with me, if not….well then, I wouldn’t have stepped in and we would be here! It would have been such a shame if it hadn’t happened, but oh what joy fate had such promise in store for me that glorious night!

I licked up the rest of her blood and sealed the wound with scar tissue, adding to the rest of the damaged skin on her neck. I grinned and felt all the scars I caused her.

“You’ve been locking yourself up in that room since you got here…how about I treat you to a tour?” I asked.

“Tour of what? Your messed up little world? What even are you anyways?” You scoffed at him.

“I’ve told you love, an Anti-Fairy!” I chimed.

“That doesn’t make any sense! I’ve never heard of such a thing!”

“How could it NOT make sense though? Everything has an opposite, else it wouldn’t be in existence, especially something as powerful as a fairy! We’re simply their opposites, the yang to their yin. Especially with them being immortal it would be hard to find an opposing power, now wouldn’t it? So for every fairy born, an Anti-fairy is born as well! To keep the balance of nature intact.”

You looked away with a sigh.

“So how about it? Want to go for a walk?”

“Not really…”

“Shame.” I chuckled and waved my wand at you. My wand became a leash attached to the newly appeared collar around her neck. “There you go~ Now come along!”

“But I don’t-ugh!” You huffed as I gave the leash a tug. You followed after me with a pout.

“Come now dear, this is for your own good.” I smiled. “Exercise releases endorphins that make you happier.”

“You WANT me to be happy?” You said in disbelief.

“I don’t want you to get fat from moping about the house like a sad puppy.” I snickered.

We walked around the dark anti-fairy world. Being out of the castle did make you feel a little better, even if you did have a collar around your neck. You passed a shop and looked through the window at a beautiful black gown.

“Do you like it?” I asked you.

You blushed lightly and looked away shyly. I stepped closer to you and brought your face closer to mine. “Well?” I grinned.

“Anti-Cosmo!”

I frowned and turned around to see one of the most annoying Anti-Fairies out there. Oddly enough, it’s just like his Fairy counterpart. Anti-Binky. Also known as one of the most fortunate of Anti-fairies, but also the most snippy and mean. He’s always competing against me, and it irritates me to no end since he really is my number two.

“What is it you want you festering boil?” I snarled.

“You have a human.” He sneered. “The *BEEP*’s the deal?!”

“It’s none of your business how I live my life!”

“You brought a wretched girl to our glorious gloomy world! Why would you do that?!”

You looked at us expectantly. I looked back at you and tapped you with my wand, sending you back to the castle. “It’s none of your business now is it?” I turned back to Anti-Binky.

“I’ve been watching you Anti-cosmo…Year after year you bring in these young girls…you keep them a bit then drink them dry. But this one…you’ve kept her two and a half years now! It’s ridiculous and meaningless!!”

“Shut up Anti-Binky! I can do whatever pleases me, and if I choose to keep this child then I will!”

“Listen here, I’ve been watching you long enough to know that whenever a human girl enters your castle, the only time they leave is when they’re a corpse. But look! You let that girl out for a walk! A WALK!!”

“She was on a leash.” I scoffed uncaringly, looking at my nails in uninterested.

“And just then you offered to buy her a dress!” He snarled

“Did not! I simply asked if she liked it…”

“But I bet you’ll get her it! Or have one made for her privately!”

I narrowed my eyes at him with a hint of anger. “What are you saying you pathetic sprite?”

“I think you’ve gone soft for this girl!” He accused. By this point Anti-Fairies had gather to watch our dispute, and when Anti-Binky said this, the crowd began to murmur, making me frown.

“Not true.” I stated boldly.

“Really?” He folded his arms.

“Her blood lost it’s flavor too fast, and I’m bringing her a little fortune so that I can make her even more miserable than she was before I collected her.” I lied. The crowd began to whisper again, but this time I hear praises of my genius, making me grin triumphantly at Anti-Binky.

Said Anti-Fairy scowled at me. “No, I still think you’ve gone soft. And I say your turn with the Anti-Fairy throne is over, and that I should now rule over!!”

My face drooped from the smile to a look of great disgust and disapproval. “You think you can beat me…?”

“I do and I can!”

I sighed with a slight chuckled. “Oh Anti-Binky, I do believe you’re the only one to dare share a personality attribute with your Fairy self~”

At my words, he looked more offended than I’ve ever seen him, and even the crowd gasped at me.

“You’re rebellious and annoying, and if you think you can defeat me, then you’re just as stupid as your fairy self as well!”

The Little Anti-Fairy flew into a rage and shot magic at me that I easily ricochet back at him, turning him to a block of ice. I swung my wand around with a grin. “You know dear Anti-Binky, if it wasn’t for your constant overflowing rage, I don’t think I’d notice if your fairy self and you switched for a day.” I snickered and looked to the crowd. “Let this be a lesson to all for you! Any who defines me or speaks ill towards me will receive the same fate, but worst with each offense. Now go about your business and remember who your king is!”

They all rushed away making me snicker. I then glanced back at the dress you were looking at and thought for a minute.

#Anti-Cosmo #my dear pet #march 4 2016 #there is a part 2

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fortune-fool02 · 5 years ago

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Child of Woe

Dio Brando x teenage son reader

Warnings: angst

This was mainly inspired by a Castlevania amv of Alucard. Please enjoy.

Their life had been peaceful in that manor of theirs. A father, a mother and their child living together as a family would be expected to. Though with the father being a creature of darkness and the woman a human, their love created what many would call an abomination of human and vampire.

But [Name] was nothing of a monster. He was as human appearing as his parents, the only features he inherited from his father were the fangs in his mouth, the cold touch of his skin and his father’s facial structure. With the addition of his own Stand that bared a resemblance to The World. Unlike his father, [Name] was capable of stepping into the sun’s light and be embrace by a loving warmth rather than a scorching agony that crumbled him to dust.

This was the gift that his mother had bestowed upon him. The humanity of his mother’s blood allowed [Name] to be unharmed by the sun and for that, he was grateful for. And, as a family should have, they lived together without problems. Dio loved his wife and son. The wife loved her husband and son. And [Name] loved his father and mother.

Sadly, this love was taken from them and used to severe the bonds that kept them together when members of the Church discovered them. Dio was out with his son when their manor had been broken into, the church members took his wife and dragged her to the centre of town. With the accusation of witchcraft and courting with the Devil, [Name]’s mother had been found guilt of such accusations and was burnt at the stake.

[Name] was only the young age of eight when he lost his mother, and, in a way, he also lost his father that day. The news of his wife’s horrible fate broke something inside of Dio, the light that had once filled his body because of his love for his wife was snuffed out and a twisted anger took its place; plaguing his body with a parasitic rage that showed no mercy for anything. In one night of blind, heart-broken rage, Dio had slaughtered the entire town, not sparing a single soul -man, woman, child, animal, he didn’t care- he slaughtered them all.

By dawn, the town streets were decorated with the corpses of people who lived here, the streets ran red with blood and [Name] knew at that moment, the man who had done this was not his father but a creature of rage and anger.

[Name] had disappeared off the face of the world to is father, but he knew his son was not dead, he would have felt it if he had fallen such a fate. Yes, as the years had passed by, Dio’s anger towards all of the human race did not falter nor weaken. He and his family had done nothing wrong and he had everything taken from him. And so he saw it only fair that he took away everything they had.

It was during the termination of one town that Dio had crossed a familiar face among the flames’ smoke. His son, [Name]. The years had taken their affect on the once small boy who was practically a mirror image of Dio in his teen years before he took the power of the Stone Mask; of course, the features of his mother were evident more than ever now.

In [Name]’s hand was something he never believed he would hold; a blade. In the years he was gone, [Name] had grieve in his own way and learnt to not let his own anger consume him as it had his father. His mother would not wish for that nor would she wish for Dio to unleash such carnage upon those who were innocent. The members of the Church who had taken his mother’s life were long dead, all of the lives that have died by Dio’s hand were innocent.

Much to how it pained [Name], he knew what he had to do. He had to stop his father.

The battle was far from humane, as neither of the vampires were willing to back down. In Dio’s eyes, his son had been tainted by the humans and so he had to be stopped; in the name of his deceased wife, Dio would wipe out every single human on this Earth for the pain they had endured. This pain and rage blinded his father and [Name] wanted nothing more than to rip the veil from his eyes and let him see that he did not need to commit genocide for his mother. But that was impossible as the veil was branded into his father’s eyes by how they glowed with rage.

Dio grabbed his son by the back of his jacket and launched him towards the manor, breaking through one of the many windows and leaping in after him. Blood trickled down [Name]’s face, his efforts to stand back up were pointless as his father slammed his foot into [Name]’s knee, shattering the bone like glass and then sending him flying through a stone wall.

Dio took one step into the room and froze, a deer in the headlights as his eyes scanned the room. A room he has not stepped foot in many years, as it caused far too much pain for him to but now here he stood, in the centre of the room and open to the attacks it inflicted upon him.

“It’s... your room.” All the memories, all the images, everything came crashing into Dio as he looked around; each memory as vivid as the day it happened. When [Name] took his first steps in this very room, where he would read to his son at night to calm him and soothe his frightened mind when awoken from a nightmare. All of it. [Name]’s young voice echoing around him as he watched the phantoms of those memories wander by.

What has he done? Dio looked away from the image of his young child to the young man who laid slumped against the wall, blood staining his clothing and skin. Even [Name] looked as if he had been struck by the memories. How could it have come to this? It all seemed.... unbelievable. The peaceful happy life he had of his childhood was nothing but a distant life now, stained with blood and tears. The echo of his mother’s soft voice whispered in his head.

An almost pained gasp was heard from his father, his clawed hand curled towards his chest where his heart would be; the flaring rage in his eyes fading away, an empty void of grieve and guilt. The veil had been torn and his father could see clearly again. His head lowered, eyes shadows as his shoulders slumped.

“I’m... I’m killing my boy.” The pain in his father’s voice was something [Name] has not heard in many years, ever since they learned the fate of his mother. And even then, it was mixed with raw anger. This pain... it was pure. No anger. No bitterness. Just soul-crushing pain that could crumble anyone to their knees.

“[Mother’s Name], I’m killing our boy...” Dio turned his gaze to a painting that hung by the side. The three of them, happy together. [Name] rose to his feet, grabbing hold of his blade and limping over to his father, stopping in front of him.

For the first time in a long time, Dio looked... defeated. Tired, pained and defeated. The three things [Name] never believed his father could be. Dio looked down at his hands, a lost expression on his face as if he had lost his way.

“Your greatest gift to me... and I’m killing him.” He rose his head and locked eyes with his son, sorrow laced tears pricking them. “I must already be dead.”

[Name] blinked, his own [Eye colour] eyes damp with tears. After all the pain and suffering they were forced to endure, this was how it ended. What once bonded them together had torn them apart and now the stitch was too far to be fixed.

Dio lowered his head, aware of the blade in his son’s hand. He accepted this fate for the guilt of harming his son was too much for him. He had broken the promise he swore to both his wife and his son that he would protect [Name] with all the power he had, and that was something he could not live with. With a heavy heart, [Name] rose the blade, piercing it through his father’s chest.

Blood spilled from Dio’s mouth, trickling down the metal and down [Name]’s arm. “...son.” the word left his lips with the same gentleness he used to soothe [Name] when he was a child. Biting back a sob, [Name] drove the blade further into Dio’s chest, wanting to give his father a painless end.

“Father...” With one more push, the blade reached its target and Dio gasped in pain. His body cracking like pottery before crumbling into dust, leaving his clothing as the only evidence he was there.

Silence screamed around the halls of the manor as [Name] stood there for a moment, looking at where his father once stood before the blade fell from his grip, clacking to the floor with a loud thud. Tears trickled down the [Hair colour] male’s face as he fell to his knees, his body worn and exhausted from the battle and the pain of the memories.

He could only pray to whatever God there was that his father was reunited with his mother. Somewhere where they could be happy again.

Just like they used to be...

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devilbat · 5 years ago

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Revenge of the Nerd

Accountant!Tom Hiddleston x reader

Warning: fluff, Mention of blood, mention of violence, mention of being assaulted, Possibly a small mention of vampires..oh mention of nerds.

@drakesfiance requested 6, 15, 42 with Tom. Hope you like it.. also made it a bit of a holiday one shot..

6 "Are you flirting with me?" "You finally noticed?"

15 "Is that blood?" ".....No?"

42. "I always thought vampires go, poof, when they get staked."

It was the day of the big company holiday party. You had helped plan for the night's festivities from the decorations down to the caterers. You hoped tonight would go well. As with all plans, things had there ups and downs like there were only a few of your coworkers willing to help you on a Saturday morning. Who really wanted to come into work on their day off, if it wasn't to party. Kate from marketing, Jim from IT And Tom from accounting, ended up being the only ones that came through for you. Kate was one of your friends who had helped you land your job. Sure it wasn't anything glamorous you work as the assistant to the woman that ran the company.

Jim was a bit of a jerk but did anything for you. He was a flirt and tried to get into anyone's pants. If he weren't an arrogant ass and a horn dog, he would be attractive. Then there was Tom; he was devilishly handsome, with his blondish red hair. A sharp jawline that always was graced with a five o'clock shadow. Piercing blue eyes that could steal your soul if you weren't careful. And a true Gentlemen, even with his rather shy demeanor, he always kept to himself. He never talked to anyone beside you. Though you thought it was because you were always down in accounting for your boss, it was his only reason why he spoke with you.

But you were happy he came to help, even if you were the one to wrangle him into it. The batting of your eyes and the pouting of your lips. Pleading for him to help. Though he told you he wasn't going to make any promises. You were giddy when he was the first one waiting for you in the banquet, the room the posh hotel. It had surprised you to see him out of his typical button-down shirts, pocket protector, thick rim glasses, and blue trousers. It was a beautiful sight to see him in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Not that him being a suit wasn't at all lovely.

You were on the ladder hanging Mistletoe up, well maybe you could get try and get the mysterious man that was Tom under it. You couldn't help but think of him all the time. You practically daydreamed about him at work and the unbelievable, not safe for work thing you wanted to do to him. Your mind wandered while on the ladder when you saw him reach up, his arm extended, hanging garland on the top of the door his shirt riding up, giving you a glimpse of pale skin and a bit of a very happy, happy tail. Making you lick your lips, and before you knew it, you found yourself tumbling off the ladder. Shielding yourself from hitting the ground, it never came. In fact, you never once felt that hard hit of the floor greeting your body. Opening your eyes, you found yourself in the arms of Tom.

"Are you all right?" His velvet-smooth accent rang through your ears. Making you gasp every time he spoke. His grasp was tightly holding onto you. Your cheek pressed into his chest. That fact you were this close to him, that what you felt pressed against you was solid lean rock. His sent was enough to send a shiver down your spine. Like warm spice on a cold night, with hints of coffee from this morning and something earthy like being in the Forest after the first rainfall.

"Um, y-yeah." You stammered, Tom slowly set you down. His arm still wrapped around your midsection. "How did you get to me so fast?"

"Eheheh, quick reflexes." he shrugged his lips pulled into a small. As he moved his arm from you once your feet were stable. "You should be more careful. I wouldn't want you to get hurt on the day of your party."

"Yeah." You shyly agreed, wishing you weren't so flabbergasted around this man.

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You worried your bottom lip as you arrived at the party that night. You hoped Tom would show, he never came to any of the company events. You had told him after everyone left that you wished to see him there. The dress you chose was a beautiful form-fitting sequin blue coming down mid-thigh, sparkling black tights molded to your legs like a second skin. Though when you had to rush toward the build regretting the fact you didn't grab a coat and something longer. But then again, you didn't think you would have had to walk far either. Oh, first world problems when you're running late. You heel-clicked along as you made it to the elevator shivering.

You could hear the party was in full swing before the doors even opened. Smiling to yourself when you walked in. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. You found your boss and her wife talking with a few of the board members.

"Ah, there she is, y/n." Your boss called you over. Pulling you to her side when you reached them. "This girl is the one responsible for pulling this all together." Your boss praised you, making you blush. "Y/n, this is Stan, my father's former partner.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." You hummed, shanking the older gentleman's hand.

"You young lady have been doing a wonder here." Stan acknowledged. ”Keeping this one on time. She was always late, even to her own wedding." He grins wide, and your boss scoffed. Her wife, Chanel, only nodded in agreement.

"Anyways, y/n darling, you remember my wife, Chanel." Turning your attention back to your boss. As Chanel gave you a tight hug.

"Of course." You smile, forgetting she was a hugger. And always bubbly but a sweet person.

"And where’s your date, dear?" Chanel beamed before releasing you.

"Um, I um." You stammered. You didn't think you would be asked this question. Everyone, even Stan, looked at you. You felt like a bunny in a wolf's den. Not until you felt a strong arm wrapped around your waist. You yelped about to kick whoever it was until they spoke.

"Sorry I'm late, darling. Trying to finding parking was atrocious." Tom's smooth voice spoke up. And you were once more engulfed in that earthy spice. Tom's tall frame leaned in, pressing a light kiss on top of your head. "Fallow, my lead love." He whispered into your ear. You tried to keep yourself calm. Your heart rate speeds up, ready to burst any second. You watched everyone reaction Chanel squealed, clapping her hands together.

"That's my boy." Stan seemed to smirk, patting Tom on the shoulder. Your boss, on the other hand, just raised her eyebrow at Tom. Her face set, not wavering as she looked at him.

"Eheh, now if you would Excuse us, this one owes me a dance." Tom cooed as his hand moved to the small of your back ushering you away.

"Um, What was that all about?" You inquired, looking up at the man, taking a good look at him. He was in a stunningly fitted tuxedo, black bowtie tied tightly around his neck. His blue eyes, the ones that usually hide behind thick frames, where freed from them. His sharp jaw cleaned from stubble. Your jaw may have hit the floor.

"You looked like you desired a way out." He chuckled as he moved you with the rhythm of the music.

"And what am I to say to my boss Monday when this fairytale ends cinderella?" You quipped. Not once did you notice where he was leading you to as he glided across the dance floor. Tom's slender fingers hooked under your chin, making you look up. His lips brushed against yours far too quickly for you to really register.

"You planned that, didn't you." Your eyes widened when you spotted the mistletoe hanging above your head, the same one you almost fell from.

"Hey, I might turn into a pumpkin at midnight, so I might as well take this as the perfect opportunity." He smirked.

"Are you flirting with me?" You looked into those blue eyes of his.

"You finally noticed?" He mumbled, rubbing the back of his head. He's shy, quiet, and nerdy demeanor was rather adorable.

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The night went on, staying close to your "date." Tom insisted on walking you to your car, fresh snow dusted the ground. Tom had insisted that you wear his coat.

That’s when it all happened all to fast. The guy came out of know where grabbing you out of Tom's arms. You screamed, trying to fight him off of you as he pulled you into the ally. The other guy making sure Tom wouldn't follow, hit Tom in the head with a blunt object. The other man followed the one that held you tightly. Once he reached you, his hand grabbed ahold of your jaw harshly.

"Stop your screaming, and you might make it out of this without much more than a good fuck." The man snarled. Tears streamed down your face as you called once more for Tom. Unfortunately, giving you a sharp smack across the face. "I said shut up, you ungrateful whore."

Before he could do anything further, he was ripped from you and tossed at a high rate of speed. The man holding you by the throat growled. Pushing you to the floor as he attacked your savior. Both men that attacked you came at the new man. You watch in horror. Soon you recognized who stepped in to save you.

"Tom, watch out." You screamed as the other man came behind him. "No!" shrieking when Tom's assailant impaled Tom with the object in his hands.

The growling of a wild wounded animal came deep from Tom, making you jump. Tom turned around his eye, growling a snarl along his lips, showing two long sharp canines. Your eyes widened in horror. Tom ripped the man apart. The other man didn't get very far before Tom tore into him, drinking from his throat. Tom turned towards you, approaching you with caution.

"Darling are, are you all right?" He choked out, unsure what your reaction would be. You should be scared fleeing for your life. But somehow you knew he wouldn't hurt you. If he was, he would have done it by now, right?

"Is that blood?" You squeaked out, feeling a bit woozy. Tom quickly wiped the blood from his mouth.

".....No?" He smiled, shyly his fangs peeking out between his lips. His hand reached out for you. "I won't harm you." He tried to reassure you. Your shaking hand took his. "Are you hurt?" His eyes were scanning you for any injuries. His free hand brushed against your now lightly purple cheek. You winced, giving him his answer. He looked back at the men he slaughtered. Your eyes followed him. You gasped at the sight. Tom quickly turned you away.

"Tom?" he hummed in response, looking down at you. "I always thought vampires go, poof, when they get staked." You inquired. Tom stopped his mouth gaped.

"I'm not what movies make us out to be. That and I’ve lived a very long life. I do believe it was when the middle ages were Popular. Before Vlad, the Impaler. Before." Tom shrugged like it was nothing.

"Okay, okay, I get it your as old as a dinosaur!" You teased.

"Hey, now I'm not that old." Tom huffed.

"You're really do have this whole Clark Kent thing going on. But I got to ask, why did you stop caring about fashion in like 1980? You have this poindexter, revenge of the nerd's thing going on at work."

"Hey, now I liked that movie." Tom grumbling. "I have to look inconspicuous, not every day you look as good as I do at six hundred years."

"Okay, Yoda. So like why are you. I'm-you know." You started nervously playing with the hem of Tom's coat.

"Why what?" Tom smiled. You were rather cute when you were nervous.

"Taking an interest in me. It's not like I'm a Secret vampire during the night and mild-mannered accountant during the day! Why, accountant?" You started Squirreling on him again, going from one subject to the next.

“Slow down, darling. How about this, I'll tell you everything at dinner tomorrow night?" He suggested.

"I'm not on the menu, right?" Quickly looking up at him.

“As tantalizing of a morsel, that you are. No, well, not in the way you're thinking, at least." Tom wiggled his eyebrows.

"Oh my God, perv." You smack Tom in the chest playfully.

"Come on, let's get you home." he pulled you into his side. Heading back the direction you were going.

”Do I have to invite you in? Wait, what about the sun? Cause I mean, you do have a day job. Oh, and crosses? Garlic?" You chattered on. You heard Tom groan.

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beybladefanfictions · 4 years ago

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On My Own - Chapter 2

(Description: A retelling of Kyoya’s arc in Metal Fury where he leaves the group. Because Kyoya is one of my favourite characters and the execution of that arc has been bothering me for nearly three years. Character’s thoughts are in asterisks.)

Kyoya and Yu hadn’t been fighting for long, perhaps a few minutes. However, Kyoya was already annoyed at how long the battle had gone on, with Libra dodging many of Leone’s attacks. *So much for finishing this quickly.*

“This is my and Libra’s new special move for ya!” Yu called, throwing his hand in the air. “Libra, final inferno blast!”

A beam of light exploded from Yu’s bey, shooting up into the sky like a laser. The ground shook beneath Kyoya. He stared in awe at the light as the familiar ringing sound pierced the air like a blade.

Across the stadium, Yu was laughing. “Psych!” he exclaimed once he stopped. “Final inferno blast is many times more powerful than inferno blast was, as you can clearly see.”

Kyoya stared down at Leone. His Beyblade was being pulled in toward the light, completely out of Kyoya’s control.

“Can Leone handle it?” Yu was goading him on. “It’ll be swallowed by the supersonic light and then sleep out!”

Kyoya just grinned at Yu. “You should take me lightly either!” He swung his arm, returning his gaze to his Beyblade. “Leone! Special move! King Lion Crushing Fang!”

Leone’s rotation straightened. Then, instead of trying to escape the supersonic light, it charged straight into it. Leone collided with the wall of light with its own wall of wind, eventually breaking through and slamming right into Libra. The supersonic light disappeared.

“What?!” Yu gasped as the two Beyblades landed back on the ground. “You actually survived my new special move?!”

“One attack didn’t finish it?!” Kyoya grunted to himself.

“It’s not over yet!” Yu retorted, gesturing for Libra to charge forward. “This battle’s just getting started!”

“This time I’ll finish you!” Kyoya called, commanding Leone to charge.

Just before their Beyblades could collide, a new Beyblade zipped between them, pushing Leone and Libra back. Kyoya and Yu gasped in unison. Their Beyblades flew in their hands as Kyoya and Yu looked up to see a new figure on top of one of the walls of the ruins. They were no taller than Yu and were hopping back and forth letting out strange noises.

“Who’s that guy?!” Kyoya asked, staring at the figure in confusion. The sounds were almost human-like but their face was hidden by a strange-looking mask.

“It’s the monster thingy!” Yu exclaimed, his eyes wide.

The Beyblade flew into the newcomer’s hand before they hopped down the wall and disappeared on the other side. Kyoya stared at the spot they disappeared.

“Yeehaw!” Yu cheered, hopping up like a rabbit. “There really is a monster after all! Did you see them there? They had a really scary face for sure!”

It took Kyoya a moment to realize Yu was probably talking to him.

“What was that Bey?” Kyoya asked aloud.

“Hey, let’s chase after him!” Yu suggested, running up to Kyoya. “We’re here to get rid of the monster, aren’t we?”

“Say what?” Kyoya asked, his eyes going wide.

Without warning, Yu grabbed Kyoya’s hand and tried to drag him forward.

“You said that’s why you came here!” Yu insisted, “Hurry up now!”

Kyoya yanked his hand away, blazing with anger. “Don’t touch me!” he snapped, glaring down at the shorter kid. “If you want to go, go by yourself! I don’t team up with anyone, understand?!”

“No touchy-touchy?” Yu gave him puppy dog eyes. “Why not? Why not?”

“I am a lion that lives in the wild!” Kyoya replied, without thinking. “I sharpen my fangs alone! I fight alone!”

“Hey, hey.” Yu smiled. “You’re like a lone wolf, that’s cool, pal. That’s so awesome!” Kyoya’s jaw clenched, though Yu’s tone seemed genuine.

“Oh wait…” His tone suddenly turned incredulous. “But you’re a lion, so that can’t be right. A lone lion, huh? That’s an even cooler animal!” He pointed at Kyoya very matter-of-factly as he continued, “But lions hunt in groups, don’t they? So I don’t really get it.”

Kyoya growled. He knew Yu was right about that last part, so there was nothing he could retort. Yu took off in the other direction.

“Come on, let’s go lone lion!”

“Look, kid!” Kyoya called, staying where he was. “Try listening to what I say for once!”

“Yeah, yeah!” Yu called back, stopping to run in place. “Just hurry up! If you waste time, he’ll get away!”

Kyoya let out a sigh. He did want to find the so-called “monster.” Whoever they were, they seemed like a strong blader and he needed to fight strong bladers in order to eventually defeat Gingka.

“This can’t be happening,” Kyoya muttered, following Yu at a casual pace.

The orange-haired kid slowed to a walk, allowing Kyoya to catch up as they made their way deeper into the ruins.

“Now listen,” Kyoya growled, “I’m just staying with you until we defeat the monster. Got it?”

*After this, I won’t team up with anyone else again,* Kyoya assured himself, *I’m still a loner. One time working with someone won’t change that.*

“Yeah, yeah I got it,” Yu grumbled, stopping in the middle of a crossroads. Kyoya stopped a few paces back.

“Okay, now is it this way or that way?” Yu asked out loud, looking between the two directions. “Boy, it’s like a maze in here.”

Kyoya stiffened. A strange sound carried on the breeze.

“Listen,” he muttered to Yu. The two of them fell silent. The sound of footsteps echoed behind them.

“There he is!” Yu exclaimed, whipping around and pointing at a small figure running through the ruins.

Kyoya and Yu ran after it. They chased the monster blindly through the maze whenever it showed itself until Yu got the admittedly good idea to block each of the paths until there was nowhere for the monster to hide. After that, it wasn’t long before they cornered the so-called monster. Yu and Kyoya stared at them.

“No way…” Yu sounded in awe. “Their face is even scarier up close, don’t you think?”

Kyoya’s eyes narrowed. “Give your head a shake, Yu. The creep’s wearing a mask!”

“A mask?” Yu tilted his head to the side. “Oh yeah, you’re right!”

“Okay, pal.” Kyoya took a step toward the ‘monster.’ “Take off that mask!”

The figure instantly began shaking their head and letting out sounds of protest, though none of them sounded like actual words. Kyoya let out a growl.

“Take it off or I’ll make you!” he snapped, clenching his fists. The figure fell silent. Kyoya gave them the deadliest look he could muster.

“Alright, alright I’ll take it off!” A kid’s voice yelped in reply. “Just don’t hurt me.”

Kyoya froze. The figure removed their mask, revealing a young-looking child with purple hair and dark skin. Kyoya’s eyes went wide. *A kid?! How did those villagers ever mistake this kid for a monster?!*

“You’re kidding. This is the monster?” Kyoya asked aloud.

“Who are you?” Yu chimed in. “Why were you wearing that mask, buddy?”

The kid struggled to meet their gazes. “Uh… I’m very shy is all.” Kyoya stared at the kid in confusion. He guessed they were a boy but it was hard to tell. “It’s true. That’s why I wear a mask: to hide my face from everyone. Like this.” The kid put the mask back over their face, shaking like a leaf in the wind. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“You’re the one that was attacking the villagers?” Kyoya asked, completely stunned. *How could such a little kid pose a threat to an entire village?*

“What are you doing out here anyway?” Yu asked, sounding more sympathetic.

“I’m shy so I’ve been living and hiding here so I don’t have to see anybody. Hardly anyone ever comes here. I’m just very shy and also very lonely.” *Where are this kid’s parents?* Kyoya wondered as the kid continued, “Sometimes I go down to the village because I want to play… but no one will play with me ever. It makes me sad but I also get hungry… a boy has got to eat. I just take the food and leave.”

*Oh, it’s a boy.*

“So that’s how the monster rumour spread in the village,” Kyoya mused aloud. *Wow, that’s really stupid.*

Yu let out a groan. “Oh no way, that’s so lame.”

“I just want friends.” Out of nowhere, the boy pulled out a Beyblade. “I want to make them through Beyblade is all.”

Kyoya took a few steps forward to get a better look at the Beyblade: it was mostly yellow with a white fusion ring and a serpent-like creature on the face bolt.

“That’s some bey,” Kyoya commented.

“What do you call it?” Yu asked, tilting his head to the side.

“It’s called Death Quetzalcoatl.”

Kyoya stiffened, “Death Quetzalcoatl?!” he gasped, his heart skipping a beat.

His thoughts travelled back to when he was still with the group, when Gingka and Yuki had talked about needing to find the Venus blader: someone with a Quetzalcoatl bey. *Could he really be a Legendary Blader?!*

“Why don’t you play with us then?” Yu’s voice shook Kyoya out of his thoughts.

“Are you sure?” the purple-haired kid asked, looking unsure.

“Of course,” Yu replied with a cheerful smile. “I’ve been training by myself for a long time too so I really want to battle with someone just like you.”

“Is that a real offer?” the boy asked, his eyes wide. “Well, if you really insist, I’ll…” His gaze darted between the ground and Yu. I’ll let you battle me, I guess.”

“Yeah, let’s do it right now,” Yu suggested. “I’m Yu by the way.” He pointed at Kyoya. “And this is Yo-yo.”

Kyoya let out a growl, glaring down at Yu.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Yu…” He cast a glance at Kyoya. “Yo-yo.”

“Don’t call me Yo-yo!” Kyoya snapped back, “My name is Kyoya!”

The kid just smiled. “I understand, Yo-yo.”

Kyoya grunted and looked away. *Why do these kids treat me like some sort of joke?!*

Yu chuckled a bit. “So what’s your name?” he asked, looking back at the purple-haired kid.

“Tithi.”

“Tithi? Well nice to meet you Tithi. Now let’s go battle!”

Yu and Tithi took off in a sprint through the ruins, giggling excitedly as they pulled out their Beyblades. Kyoya hesitated for a moment before following them at an even pace.

*I need to see this. It seems crazy, but this kid could very well be a Legendary Blader. His bey does fit the requirements…* Kyoya shook his head. *But I only care so I can fight him and become stronger,* He insisted to himself, though a twinge of doubt accompanied that thought.

He followed Yu and Tithi all the way back to where the stadium was. Yu and Tithi took their positions. Kyoya stood a few paces behind Yu, his gaze intent on the two bladers.

“Ready?” Yu called, lifting his launcher.

The two of them began a countdown before launching their Beyblades into the stadium.

“Go Libra!” Yu called.

Libra charged into Quetzalcoatl. The bey smacked Libra back with more force.

“Woah!” Tithi cheered, his eyes lighting up. “This is so exciting!” He laughed a bit as well.

Libra looped around the stadium, smacking Quetzalcoatl from behind. Tithi just continued to cheer. The two beys screeched against each other for a few moments before Quetzalcoatl smacked Libra away. Yu let out a gasp.

Looping around, Quetzalcoatl hit Libra again. Tithi was squeaking and cheering with excitement as he sent his Bey crashing into Libra again and again. His shy demeanour from earlier had seemingly evaporated.

“This is so much fun!” Tithi cheered, hopping up and down. “Go Quetzalcoatl!”

“What’s with him?” Kyoya wondered aloud. “He was babbling about being shy earlier but now he’s as lively as any balder.”

“Counterattack Libra!” Yu called.

He sent Libra into Quetzalcoatl.

“Quetzalcoatl’s fusion wheel shouldn’t be taken lightly,” Tithi replied, still sounding weirdly cheerful.

Libra smacked against Quetzalcoatl repeatedly. However, it didn’t seem to faze the buffer bey. Without warning, Quetzalcoatl turned and smacked Libra backwards, sending it flying.

Yu gasped. “That fusion wheel isn’t just for defence! When it switches to offence, the large wing and fang-like shapes on it make it a deadly opponent.”

“Madoka would have given a much more detailed analysis…” Kyoya muttered aloud. His eyes went wide. *Why am I thinking of her?! I left that group and I’m not going back!*

Shaking his thoughts away, Kyoya squinted at the bey. Yu was correct. Quetzalcoatl had been switching modes, just like a Legendary Blader’s bey would...

“That is a pretty serious bey…” Kyoya commented, “But could it really have the power of the Star Fragment?”

Quetzalcoatl was charging toward Libra, preparing for another attack. *He can’t win by just clashing head-on. What is Yu going to do?*

Libra began to emit lime green light.

“How about this?!” Yu called, flinging his arm forward. “Libra, sonic wave!”

Waves of light shot from Libra and flung Quetzalcoatl into the air. Tithi let out a gasp.

“Alright!” Kyoya called, smiling a bit. He was surprised to find himself cheering for Yu.

Quetzalcoatl landed a bit wobbly on the ground. Libra continued to shoot sonic waves at Quetzalcoatl, which the bey weaved around in order to dodge.

“Sonic wave barrage!” Yu called.

Libra began to shoot larger sonic waves, one of them smacking Quetzalcoatl head-on and flinging it toward the edge of the stadium. It landed wobbling at the edge of the stadium. Tithi continued to cheer and hop around, his excitement as strong as ever.

“Your bey may be magical, but so is my Quetzalcoatl!” Tithi replied. “You can't’ defeat it that easily!”

“Magic?” Yu repeated.

“Quetzalcoatl’s rubber defence performance tip is a great magic performance tip that uses ‘da friction created by the rubber to increase defence and stamina,” Tithi explained.

“The increased friction from that performance tip also increases attack power,” Kyoya muttered. “It’s a very well-balanced Bey.” He let out a grunt, resting his hand on his forehead. “Now I’m starting to sound like Madoka.”

“Libra!” Yu called. “Sonic buster!”

Libra moved to the centre of the stadium. Then, with a resounding boom, the floor of the stadium began to turn into sand. Kyoya stepped back.

“The sand trap…” He murmured.

He remembered the very first time he fought Yu: during the final battle royale in the survival battle. Kyoya had lost that battle. His bey was on the verge of breaking to pieces but Madoka stopped that by launching her Beyblade in the arena and breaking through Kyoya’s special move. Once he found out what was going on, Kyoya forfeited the battle. It was his first and so far only time forfeiting a bey battle, but he knew it was the right choice. *If it weren’t for Madoka, Leone would’ve broken…* Kyoya let out a growl.

“Why am I remembering this now?!” He growled to himself. “That was months ago! I’m not the same blader I was back then…”

He turned his attention back to Yu and Tithi’s battle. Quetzalcoatl had gotten stuck in the sand and Tithi was calling out desperately to the bey, urging it to keep going. *He can’t be the legendary blader.*

“Awesome…” Tithi suddenly cheered again. “This is the first time my Quetzalcoatl has had such a difficult time winning a battle.”

Kyoya stiffened. *That’s exactly how I felt when I first fought Gingka…* He could remember that day like it was yesterday. It was back when he was still the leader of the notorious “face hunters.” Benkei and the hundred other face hunters whose names Kyoya didn’t bother to remember had challenged Gingka all at once and lost. That was when Kyoya realized he had finally found a powerful rival.

“I love this whole thing I tell you!” Tithi’s voice shook Kyoya out of his thoughts. “This is the best!”

Out of nowhere, a bright yellow light enveloped Tithi.

“What?!” Kyoya gasped aloud, taking a step back.

The power radiating from Tithi was strong, like the power that resonated from bladers like Gingka, Yuki, or Kyoya himself.

“I want this battle to go on forever! Do you understand what I’m saying: I wanna battle today, tomorrow, and every day until the end of time!”

“That’s all swell Tithi but the battle ends here!” Yu didn't seem fazed by the sudden energy radiating from Tithi and returned his gaze to the stadium. “Finish it Libra!”

Yu’s Beyblade began to charge toward Quetzalcoatl.

“I wanna battle more!” Tithi exclaimed. His Beyblade began to sink deeper into the sand, much to Kyoya’s confusion. *Is he throwing the match?!*

However, when Libra clashed into Quetzalcoatl, Libra was sent flying. Yu let out a gasp.

“It can’t race on top of the sand, that’s true,” Tithi was explaining. “But if it’s half-buried, then Quetzalcoatl’s defences are impenetrable. So keep attacking!”

*That’s clever… for a dumb kid.*

“This is crazy,” Yu grunted, sending Libra to attack again and again to no avail.

Tithi just laughed cheerfully. “Bey battles are so much fun. I want to keep battling forever and ever!”

“I only have one other option!” Yu exclaimed, gesturing for Libra to move away from the half-buried Quetzalcoatl.

Libra began to glow lime green. “Special move! Libra inferno blast!”

In seconds, a beam of light filled the stadium, making the ground vibrate beneath Kyoya’s feet.

“I’ll pull you right out of the sand!” Yu called.

To his shock, Tithi continued cheering.

“This is awesome! So cool! I’ve been waiting for this for ages. With you, I can fight with my full strength at long last.”

Kyoya bit his lip. *That’s how Gingka makes me feel. Hardly any bladers are strong enough to match my full power.*

Yu stiffened. “You mean you haven’t been using your full strength yet?!”

“Go now Quetzalcoatl! Ascent spark!”

Quetzalcoatl leapt out of the sand, flying higher and higher into the air as it disappeared. Kyoya stared at the sky in awe. Quetzalcoatl came crashing back down and an explosion rocked the arena. Yu was thrown backwards.

“I did it!” Tithi cheered, hopping up.

Yu’s special move had completely disappeared and Quetzalcoatl was on top of Libra, pushing it into the ground.

“Battling with you is such great fun! I wanna keep playing, okay?”

Quetzalcoatl hopped up and down on top of Libra, much like Tithi was. Libra was pushed deeper into the ground. Kyoya stared at Tithi. *It’s not just the bey that has great ability. He may act like an infant, but there’s no doubt. This kid is a Legendary Blader: the Legendary Blader of Venus!*

Kyoya let out a grunt. “I was trying to get away from all this Legendary Blader nonsense, and now this happens?!”

*Then why did you stay to find out if Tithi was a Legendary Blader or not?* a voice in Kyoya’s voice asked, almost taunting him, *You could’ve left well enough alone.*

Kyoya clenched his jaw. *I don’t care about the Legendary Blader stuff! I care about finding strong opponents and defeating them! It’s just for my training!*

“Go Quetzalcoatl!” Tithi’s voice shook Kyoya from his thoughts.

He looked back at the battle. Libra had somehow escaped Quetzalcoatl’s grasp and the two beys were charging toward each other.

“This’ll finish it for sure!” Tithi was yelling, “Special move, Quetzalcoatl! Ishtar impact!”

Quetzalcoatl rammed into Libra and a burst of light exploded from the stadium. Kyoya shielded his eyes. The wind blew in his face for a few seconds before ceasing. He looked up. Libra had disappeared from the stadium, leaving only Quetzalcoatl spinning in the stadium. Kyoya looked up. A piece of metal fell to the ground with a clink and only once it landed did Kyoya realize that the piece of metal was Libra! The Beyblade was now implanted in the ground of the stadium.

“I did it?” For a moment, Tithi looked stunned. Then he broke out in a cheer. “I did it! I won the battle!”

Yu fell to his knees, retrieving Libra with a sullen look on his face. Kyoya stared at Tithi. *The final Legendary Blader of the planets… I have to take him back to Gingka and the others.* Kyoya took a step forward. Then he froze. *Gingka?! The others?! No, I left them! I’m not going back! I wanted to find the Legendary Bladers so I could find them and defeat them!* Kyoya clenched his fist. Why did he have to remind himself of his own goal?!

“Yes!” Yu was exclaiming. Kyoya glanced at him and Tithi, who were apparently talking while Kyoya zoned out. “From now on, the two of us can battle as many times as we want to!”

“Yay! Hooray!” Tithi cheered, throwing his hands up in the air. “Then let’s battle again right now, okay?”

Kyoya stiffened. *No! I have to fight him!*

“Sounds great!” Yu replied, “This time, I’m gonna win!”

Not wasting any more time, Kyoya stepped in front of the stadium, putting Leone on his launcher.

“Wait,” he ordered, gazing at Tithi and Yu.

The younger kids looked up at him, their eyes wide in alarm.

“Playtime is over,” Kyoya growled, “I wasn’t trying to find you, but I did. So you’ll be the first one that I crush.”

“Huh?!” Tithi gasped.

“Battle me!” Kyoya exclaimed, “Legendary Blader of Venus!”

Tithi let out a shriek.

“He’s a Legendary Blader of Venus?” Yu cut in, “What’s that?”

Kyoya didn’t answer. He kept his gaze intent on Tithi, waiting for the kid to step forward and launch his Beyblade. Instead, Tithi turned to Yu.

“Yu, what does ‘Legendary Blader of Venus’ mean anyway?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

Kyoya had to stop himself from facepalming. *Of course he doesn’t know!*

“Sorry, I don’t know either,” Yu answered.

“Quit stalling and get on with it!” Kyoya snapped, his hand clenching around the launcher.

“Wait!” Tithi exclaimed, stepping closer to Yu. “I want to have a fun battle with him! You’re too pushy!”

Kyoya stiffened. “Pushy?! I’m offering you a challenge so take aim already!”

Tithi let out a cry, stepping behind Yu and shaking like a leaf in the wind. Yu glared at Kyoya.

“Cut that out, Yoyo!” he exclaimed, shielding the cowering Tithi with his arm. “Tithi doesn’t want to battle you so back off! You’re not being very nice!”

Kyoya’s jaw clenched. *Nice?!* As he gazed at the cowering child behind Yu, his impatience suddenly turned to disgust.

“You coward!” Kyoya snapped, lowering his launcher. “What kind of BLADER doesn’t want to fight?!” He gestured to Tithi.

“Cool it, Yoyo!” Yu snapped back. “He’s just a little kid!”

“As are you!” Kyoya shoved Leone in his pocket. “Do whatever you want, but I didn’t come here to deal with brats like you! I came out here to be alone! I’m better off on my own, do you hear me?!” Kyoya’s words echoed through the mountains.

Tithi let out a whimper. He grabbed onto Yu, who pulled Tithi into a hug while keeping his narrowed gaze locked on Kyoya.

“Well go be alone then!” Yu snapped, “No one asked you to stay here, Yoyo! You’re just a big meanie, you know that?!”

Kyoya didn’t bother dignifying that with a response. He just turned and marched away, unable to stop himself from bristling with rage.

#beyblade #fanfiction #beyblade metal fight #beyblade metal saga #beyblade metal fury #kyoya tategami #yu tendo #tithi #tithi is there #things are starting to change #yeah I cut that part where Kyoya fights a terrified child #because I don't think anyone liked that #stay tuned for the last chapter

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pockpop · 5 years ago

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tbz as vampires ☽

↬ synopsis: imagine the boyz as a vampire clan

↬ genre: headcannon, crack kinda

↬ requested? nah just something for fun :)

sangyeon ☽

put some respect on his name - he’s a badass

used to be a vampire hunter before he was turned

family business kind of thing but then he fell in love with a vampire

she changed him and they were together for a while

but then she disappeared and to this day he doesn’t know where she is

took him centuries to gather his own clan

tells them he hates them constantly but lowkey loves them

it’s easy for him to control his hunger unlike the others and can go sometime without either animal or human blood

knows every vampire lore and every legend

he wants to save every young vampire he can from the brink like he’s done many of the boys

daddyvamp!sangyeon is a mood mmkay

jacob ☽

angel of death they call him

the fallen angel who chose his fate

either be a vampire or be killed

it’s obvious what he chose

one of the oldest and may seem sweet at first

but don’t let it fool you

he’s the best at entrancing humans to their mansion,

with just his voice, he packs their parties and gives the members many to choose from

and extra for dessert

has graduated high school and college so many times they started up a collection - he’s only missing a gold cap and a velvet one

breaking hearts is his favorite pastime - literally and figuratively

he looks harmless, innocent and sweet

but there’s an alluring, dark and haunted shell of his old self that remains

is probably the one you should watch out for the most

younghoon ☽

it’s rumored he used to be a prince of a small kingdom

the history books say he ran away, disappeared

but really he was attacked by a vamp who had gone wild

he had been changed by changmin to save his life

he’s broody but is always watching out for his brothers and anyone associated

high maintenance af

still has trouble adjusting to the vampire life even after all these years

likes to people watch and see people oblivious to the monster that’s near

lowkey wishes to have his own family one day

especially after he saw the Addams Family for the first time with kevin

highkey has to mention the movie at least once in conversation

kinda winging the vamp life, really just chilling

hyunjae ☽

the embodiment of a scary mf

he is one of the only ones that don’t remember their life before

and he isn’t concerned

looks like the poster child for vampires

ripped black jeans, coats and cloaks

strict human blood diet

strong and perfect and pretty

and with just one look and he’s got you hooked

life of the party and is the king of body shots

he’s always serenading people, mostly for the hell of it and enjoying the gifts they shower him in

kinda spoiled

perfectionist and doesn’t believe in procrastinating

highkey wants to be the king of vampires but it’s only a dream - for now

juyeon ☽

lowkey has a dracula shrine, has seen every dracula movie known to man

can probably recite them if you ask

thinks twilight is a comedy

always has a s/o on his arm, dead or alive, they are entertainment regardless

lets everyone know he’s a vampire and barely hides his fangs

has a tongue piercing he’s very proud of

used to have a lip piercing too but lost it during a hunt one night

hella salty about it

he always acts so cool, like he da baddest

but really just dorky and likes to gush about random things

never seen without leather, claims he feels incomplete without it

kevin ☽

the artsy reminiscent vamp

was a artisan in the renaissance, but a rival had tried to kill him

he was saved by sangyeon, and although he despises his life, he is forever in debt to sangyeon

once fell in love with a human, he had done his best to protect them but only from afar,

he watched them grow old before his eyes and sometimes you could catch him sketching their face every now and then

can be quiet and sulky

but actually a wild boii

parties with jacob and the younger vamps all the time

drinks red wine and only his own - has a vineyard in the backyard

chanhee ☽

bad and boujee plays every time he enters a room

kinda lazy

pale af and brags about how dead he is and looks

Fashion king, has stolen wardrobes from royals for the last two hundred years so his closet is a gold mine

he does go out, he’s always got a black umbrella cause he extra like that

likes his food to be brought to him, not really all about the hunt like he used to as a young vamp

but if the younger vampires need a guide, he’s always down for some fun

changmin ☽

charming and sickly sweet

he switches between animal and human blood, but prefers human blood highkey

he lives pretty normally, the only indication of his vampirism is his eyes and pale skin

but homeboy got a dog and watches dramas in his free time

and charms everyone in the night clubs on saturday nights

likes to go shopping with chanhee at least once a week

he is one of the members to entertain guests

good at picking out what humans are the best candidates for feasting

he remembers most of his past life, like being a prince and all, but not exactly how he died

he’s saved many lives though

like younghoon for ex. who he knew from childhood

likes to believe he’s just doing something nice

but high key doesn’t really care much about the world

unless you’re in his inner circle, he really has no regard for you

haknyeon ☽

his body count exceeds everyone else’s

the top hunter besides hyunjae

if anyone has perfected how to lure a human, its hak

maybe it’s his dazzling smile or

the innocence in his speech and the honeyed voice that makes you feel like home

he’s mastered delusion, making people see whatever they want to and he uses it against them

always salty that human food tastes like nothing

that’s one of the two things he’s misses about his human life

the other is his family

he doesn’t talk about his family much, just because he was the only one not murdered

the only one he would dare to talk to about them is sangyeon and that’s usually when he’s had a little too much

kinda sad

but he’s always ready to entertain anyone who dares to talk to him

hwall ☽

prince of the night, king of the shadows

he doesn’t remember his past life but he’s spent most of his vampire life looking for it

black is his only color - velvet red only for christmas

gots lots of tattoos - every tattoo holds a story that only he knows

long legged king

wears these spiked heeled boots for his shitty days

always got a different body occupying his bed each night

kinda a player but lowkey about it - you know he got a rep to protecc

sunwoo ☽

has a bag of blood every morning and counts his calories

can always find him checking himself out at least once a day

has charmspeak, can talk his way out of anything and get you to do anything he says

hates more than anyone not being able to go into the sun

has paintings of the sun all over his bedroom

he’s the best at keeping the peace between the vampires and other clans

has got like his hoes and side hoes who give him blood so he doesn’t have to hunt too often

plus he always know their medical history and blood work

probably the most normal other than changmin

eric ☽

sings jack’s lament from the nightmare before Christmas whenever he’s feeling melancholy about being dead

when sunwoo tells him to shut up, he just sings louder or more like screams

his coffin is covered in graffiti and cool art drawings that Kevin helped him with

sangyeon damn near cried seeing the ruined mahogany wood

he hated hunting at first, he starved harshly in the beginning because he refused to kill anything

so he had to forced fed bags of blood by his elders until he gave in

he still cries sometimes after a kill

but sometimes he enjoys the hunt, he finds sport in it

dyes his hair like all the time

dresses up as a vampire for Halloween for shits and giggles

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divineluce · 5 years ago

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No Holds Barred || Morgan & Luce

Location: The Ring

Timing: July 6th, 2020

Tagging: @mor-beck-more-problems & @divineluce

Description: Happens at the same time as this chatzy. Morgan and Luce provide a very violent distraction as cover for the rescue team. Luce taps into something new?

Warnings: Blood, Death

Morgan’s insides trembled the whole drive. Her body, numb as ever, felt awkward with so many weapons tucked into her clothes. I will do whatever it takes to get them back. Whatever it takes it takes to get them back. She couldn’t fail Remmy after everything that had happened and she couldn’t fail to come back home. Whatever was in that awful place, whoever got their way-- the car rolled to a stop and Morgan grimaced, jumping out quickly with Luce before she could think about what the cost of balancing this bullshit might actually be. (Stars, did anything in the cosmos care for supernaturals at all?)

They went in the back entrance and marched straight into the training gallery Morgan had seen on her last visit. The mats had all been folded up and stacked against the wall near the free weights but the punching bags still dangled from the ceiling and the debris of the latest match littered the floor: snack wrappers, blood spatters, and dried up athletic tape. There were two doors at the end of the large room, the big pair that had taken Morgan into a series of halls and, eventually, the arena, and a smaller once that she’d assumed went to an office or a storage closet.

Morgan shifted her trajectory to pick up one of the heavier weights. Something blunt, simple, and improvised sat better with her than the knives, stakes, and iron strapped to her body. Maybe it was the simplicity, maybe it was the accident of it all. She had only found it, after all, and if it happened to turn a skull into eggshell, well, it was just really heavy. Sometimes taking balance into your own hands meant crushing a few bones. “See anything that looks nice and flammable?” She whispered, bending down for a thirty pound dumbbell.

The small door at the end of the room opened and two sweaty faces poked their heads out. “Hey, who’s there?” a voice barked.

Speak of the devil. Morgan grimaced and gave Luce a look that said, I got this, keep going. “Just little old me, handsome,” she said, coming forward to draw them away from her friend. “Don’t you remember?”

Luce was tired. No, not physically. The phoenix tears had taken care of that last night. Emotionally tired, tired in a way that had sunk into her bones, tired in a way that did little to ease the anger that raged within her. She was fucking tired of people coming for her family. First Bea, now Nell. And Remmy. Poor, kind, stupidly compassionate Remmy. They were caught in the middle of this too. Luce was fed up, pissed off, and ready to fight. With her magic burning hot and bright in the well of her stomach… she was more than capable of making the people who’d done this pay. As they rolled up to a shoddy looking mixed-martial arts gym, its lights darkened, Luce hopped out, joining Morgan as they stepped inside the building. On her hip, one of her sharpened iron swords gleamed. Her silver brass knuckles sat snug against her hands, the metal burning hot from her body heat.

“I got this.” Luce whispered in response as she scanned the area, her eyes falling on the small closet off to the side. Storage closet, most likely cleaning supplies. Those could make for some really interesting little fires. While Morgan spoke up, Luce hurried over to the closet and opened it. Just as she suspected, there were all kinds of cleaning solutions, rags, and towels. Opening a few bottles of cleaner, she dumped them haphazardly out onto the shelves and on the floor. Luce grabbed a couple bottles of rubbing alcohol, probably used to clean up wounds, and began to soak some of the rags with alcohol. Grabbing the soaked material, she dragged them along the hallway outside of the closet, being sure to create a path of rubbing alcohol on the ground. A grin slid across her face as she looked at the pile of cloth before her. A small blue flame sprang to life in the palm of her hand and she flung it before her. The rags ignited immediately, the trail along the floor illuminating in a blue glow as the fire crept towards the closet. As soon as the flames crossed the threshold, a small explosion rocked the storage closet and toxic fumes began to leak from the doorway. “Come on, let’s go!” Luce yelled, drawing her sword as the fire roared behind her.

“I think I’d remember a sweet little thing like you,” the man said, giving Morgan a once-over. “But seriously, you’re not supposed to be here. Come on out to the front and I’ll see if you can’t jog my memory, huh?”

“Wow, I’m hurt,” Morgan said. “Guess we should start with the part where I’m not anyone’s sweet little thing.” She swung the dumbbell, staring straight into his eyes as it cracked his face. “But I shouldn’t expect anyone who works here to get that, should I?”

At the sight of his friend’s face cracking into a mess of blood, the other man bared his fangs and Morgan and roared.

Morgan swallowed thickly and let her eyes flicker to the back where Luce was. Flames roared up and the guards did a double take, enough for Morgan to sprint for some distance and get back to Luce. “Scream again, asshole, I dare you!” She called as she ran. The more that came this way, the easier time Blanche, Winston, and Jared would have. She made it a few feet before the vampire caught her by the hair and slammed her to the ground. Stupid ponytail.

With the flames burning behind her, casting shadows that danced around the room, Luce felt strong. She felt powerful. And, most of all, she felt angry. As she watched Morgan slam the weight into the face of one of the men, she grinned. But, the smile was short lived as the other man’s hands wrapped around her hair and yanked her to the floor. With a growl, Luce drew her sword and ran a hand along the flat of the blade, pouring magic out into the metal. The iron heated, scorched, burned and then ignited. Blue flames wrapped around the blade and she charged at the man, stabbing into his shoulder with the blade. He hissed and shrieked, fangs on full display as he recoiled from the flames that crept across his clothes. In the corner of her eye, Luce could see the side door swing open again, three more people bolting out of the hallway. “C’mon, you think you can take us?” She crowed, taunting them.

Morgan picked herself up from the floor and knocked the vampire to the ground with ease. Being on fire had a way of messing with your balance, it seemed. Bracing a foot on his back, she took his arms and twisted them out of place until black blood started to seep from his joints. The one whose face she’d broken was holding open the double doors and calling for help. Morgan’s fingers twitched, itching to summon a storm of alchemy and bring them all down at once. But there would be no separating herself from the damage here. As long as this ended with Remmy and Nell safe, it would be worth it. She took out her biggest knife and lunged at the next guard. They tousled, blocking more blows than they landed, but Morgan was able to pop her own bones back in a second and land a cut along his arm deep enough to send him to his knees. She looked again to find her sense of Luce just as a brown bear lumbered through the door, raised on its haunches, and roared loud enough to shake the punching bags on their chains.

One of the attackers, a woman with fangs just as long and sharp as the man Luce had run through with her sword, lunged towards her. Letting out a yell, the witch brought her flaming sword down. But, this one was smarter-- she dodged out of the way, flitting around with inhuman speed until she was behind her. Luce let out a groan of pain as the woman dug a hand into her shoulder, fingernails piercing her skin. The vampire was trying to make her drop the sword, she realized. Her teeth gritted together and Luce focused on her magic, letting it seethe and burn within her until it boiled out. Opening her mouth, a plume of blue flame escaped her jaws, igniting the vampire’s hair. The woman let out a shriek and fell to the ground, desperately batting at the flames. Shaking her arm out, the whole room seemed to shake as a giant fucking bear came through the door. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” Luce growled as she slashed at the vampire on the ground, slicing her through the stomach with her sword.

The bear lashed his paws through the air, claws glistening with firelight. He gripped one of the punching bags and yanked it free like it was held up on no more than a twig. The bag hurtled toward them. Morgan jumped out of the way just as it crashed to the ground, spitting sand as it caught fire. Morgan stumbled back towards Luce, gripping her bloody knife like a vice. “That definitely wasn’t on the list of things I was worried about,” she whispered, voice shrill. The bear beat his chest with another roar, steam rising from his nostrils, or was that just the smoke from all the flames? Another swipe through the room and the tower of weights went clattering and rolling. Some landed on the bear’s fellow guards, but he didn’t take his eyes off the two women. He lowered back onto his paws and began to circle them, sharp teeth bared. Morgan shuffled closer to Luce. She had the big scary sword and the firebreath, but she could also die a lot easier than Morgan. There had to be a way to go about this smart. A way to trick him. Bugbears were just stupid bears when they transformed, right?

And then the bear stepped back and in the place where his burly shadow had been lay the bodies of Remmy and Nell, their limbs twisted all wrong, pummeled worse than anything she and Luce had accomplished so far, worse than anyone so young should have to be. Remmy’s tangled mess of hair ran past the dark mess of their severed neck. Their eyes stared straight at her, glazed with death. Their swollen mouth hung open, as if they’d been speaking, screaming at the very end. Morgan stared, tears of fury spilling over her cheeks. Fuck clever. Fuck smart. Every life in this building had to pay for what they did here. She roared, a broken, keening sound in her dead throat, and threw herself onto the bear, teeth and blades bared.

Spinning the sword in her hand, creating a pinwheel of blue flame, Luce sized up the bear. It was huge, bigger than almost any animal she’d ever seen before. But, it was just a fucking bear. And if it tried to stop them, she’d kill it just as she’d killed the vampires who’d come after them. They were here to draw the attention away from the others, to buy them the time they needed to get Nell and Remmy out of there. She wasn’t going to let this fucking bear take them down without a fight. But, just as she was about to take a step forward, the creature’s shadow morphed and shifted before her very eyes until two shapes appeared on the ground. An involuntary gasp was wrenched from her throat as she took in the tangled locks of hair, the sharp jaw, the curve of their mouth open in an eternal scream as black sludge ran from the base of their severed neck. Remmy. Remmy. And next to them--

Luce let out an anguished howl as she took in her sister’s crumpled form. Nell’s arms, barely healed from the wounds she’d sustained at the rez, were bent and twisted around her. A jagged slash, wet with blood and viscera, could be seen in the space where her stomach once was. Looking up, Luce could see the bear’s mouth was now coated in red. Next to her, Morgan launched herself at the bear, knives poised, mouth outstretched. Luce watched as the woman bit and snarled and stabbed. All the while, rage and hatred pounded in her ears before giving way in an instant to an eerie sense of calm.

Whatever the bear had meant to do to them by showing this vision, it hadn’t been this. He stumbled with surprise at Morgan’s attack, doing his best to shake her off. But Morgan’s blades had landed deep and she’d sooner let them carve through the bear’s thick skin than let go. Something had come loose in her at the sight of her friend’s mangled bodies. She was tearing as the wounds with her teeth, letting the blood seep down her mouth and clothes. She twisted one of her blades until her wrist was fit to pop, screaming as loud as she could. She didn’t notice the bear rearing up to shake her. She was hanging on one moment, drilling her knives deeper one thrust at a time, and then she was flying across the room. Her back collided with another punching bag, bouncing off and thudding to the ground in a series of cracks. She had one knife still in her hand, but her bones needed more than a second to fix themselves back again. She watched, helpless, to see what Luce would do next.

While Morgan attacked with tooth and blade, Luce remained still, her eyes still focused on her sister. Her focus had narrowed down to nothing but Nell, nothing but her corpse that lay before them. Young and fragile and broken and gone. She’d already seen Bea’s body, spread out in the clearing on the night of the resurrection. And now she was faced with the image of her other sister lying still before her. Dead. The flames of her sword began to sputter and die, the metal no longer warm to the touch. The rage, the fury, the aggression she’d felt boiling within her only moments ago had mounted to dizzying, toppling heights. But, she didn’t feel out of control, she didn’t feel overwhelmed by emotion.

If anything, the anger was a distant thing from her. She knew its intensity, but she couldn’t feel it in the same way as she once had. But, that wasn’t what she focused on. No, instead, Luce focused on the space between the rage, the energy that existed in the silence. It crackled and thrummed with a force… so familiar. So volatile, so eager for her to finally take notice of its presence. As Luce’s eyes narrowed to face the beast before her, she reached into that void, embraced the crackling power that dwelled within. Unlike the fire that burned with uncontrolled rage, this power was sharp, intense, and sent shivers down her spine. With a flick of her fingers, the wrath within her was released in a single volatile moment. Electricity arched from her palm and a brilliant flash of lightning streaked across the space between them before piercing the bear through the chest.

For a terrible flash of a moment the bear seemed to be burning from the inside out. Blue and purple lightning reflected in his eyes, burning away everything else in Morgan’s eyes. Then he collapsed with a moan and did not move again.

“Barry!” A woman’s voice cried from the double doors, raw with grief.

Morgan staggered to her feet, grunting as she came back together one vertebrae at a time. The woman wasn’t thinking about hiding her moves any more than Morgan had been a moment ago. She was running back and forth, fighting to get around the flames. She didn’t care that she was one lightning blast away from joining her man, or that there was a zombie reaching for her flailing arms. Not until it was too late. “He didn’t do anything! He was just a bouncer, you fuck! We didn’t even bring them here!” Morgan was too tired and disgusted to argue. She struck, hard enough to send her to the ground. She hit her again. Hit her again. The woman reached for Morgan’s throat and squeezed, realizing too late that Morgan wasn’t the kind of beast that needed to breathe. Morgan didn’t sacrifice her grip on the woman to show her what kind of mistake she’d made. She bared her teeth in a grimace and snapped her very human neck. Rising slowly, Morgan looked into the dark halls beyond the room, her vision streaked with smoke and tears. She didn’t know if there were any still laying in wait for them, but she stood from the pile of dust beneath her nonetheless and asked, voice broken and growling, “Anyone next?”

Luce watched as the lightning arced through the bear’s body, the light leaving its eyes before he crumpled into a heap on the ground. For a moment, there was nothing but quiet, serene calm. The rage had subsided, the aggression had dissipated in flash. And what remained was… Warmth. But it wasn’t the familiar heat of the anger filled flames that filled her soul. It was different--

Before she could process just what the warmth within her was, time seemed to snap back into place. And in an instant, every ounce of energy she had was sapped from her body. Taking a staggering step back, Luce fell to a knee, her hand touching the ground. She peered through unfocused eyes, trying to look at the world around her. A foggy haze filled her vision and she collapsed to the ground. Exhausted, her eyes fell shut and Luce succumbed to unconsciousness.

Morgan stood numb in the dark, but nothing happened. There were footsteps in the distance, calls of “fire,” and “escaping!” and so many awful screams. Morgan turned behind her-- “Luce?” She asked. “Luce, w-we--we have to…” But Luce was a mess of limbs on the ground, her chest falling slow and heavy under her weight. Shit. The fog around Morgan fell and a blade-like clarity settled in. She ran to the Vural girl’s side and scooped her up into her arms and started back for the car. If Blanche, Winston, and Jared had done their part, the next thing would be to get out of here, get somewhere safe. Everywhere around her, bodies burned and moaned. Morgan stepped over one of the guards, their rasping breath gargled with blood. “I’d get out soon if I were you,” she said, still walking by. “This place is really going to hell.”

Luce fought through darkness, through the thick fog of exhaustion. She… wasn’t going to just tap out like this. Forcing her weary eyes to open, she realized that Morgan had grabbed her, was carrying her out of the building. Nell, where was Nell? Where was her sister? The magic within her, crackled and thrummed under her skin, reacting at the thought. Before she could wonder why, before she could question any further, fatigue overtook her and Luce fell back into a stupor. Her last thoughts before sliding back under drifting to her sister. And the hope that she was safe.

#p: nhb #p: morgan beck #chatzy #wickedswriting

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patchwork-panda · 5 years ago

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If A Moment Is All We Are (Ch.1)

This is the Dazai x OC/”reader” with bits of Kunikida x OC/”reader” fic I created.

I’m just gonna post the entire text of first chapter below the cut bc even tho it’s at zero hits, I still feel there’s people out there who might want to read it...

OC is based off “The Story of Your Life” by Ted Chiang, the basis for the movie “Arrival” w Amy Adams.

Shout-out to @discoten for Beta-ing this first part :)

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Pale gold. Rose red. Dusky purple.

My eyes traveled from one brightly colored glass panel to the next, finally landing upon the deep azure blue of the Virgin Mary’s veil. I kept my eyes trained on her face, trying to stay focused on the massive stained-glass windows, the beautiful art shining all around me, anything to pretend I was at this gallery under different circumstances. Shafts of colored light as bright as shattered gemstones danced across the floor in the late afternoon sun, flitting over the black-clad bodies of the two men who lay prone nearby, their silent forms looking unnaturally still against the vibrant carpet.

I swallowed uneasily, a familiar sort of nausea creeping up from the pit of my stomach as I watched the dark pool of liquid around them grow wider and wider, the smell of iron heavy in the air...

Squeezing my eyes shut momentarily, I wrenched my attention away from them, trying to go back to staring at the windows but found myself looking once again into a pair of steel-gray eyes. There, at the entrance of the gallery, standing so still he may was well be a statue himself, was the young man who’d slain the two security guards lying on the floor nearby. With his pale face, stark-white cravat, and torn black overcoat, he reminded me of a vampire, or maybe even a god of death—his very image called to mind a painting of the Grim Reaper I’d passed on my way into this room. If only I had heeded the warning...

If I had, then maybe I wouldn’t be staring into a pair of piercing red eyes right now—the eyes of a shadowy monster attached to the back of this man’s cloak. As if sensing my thoughts, the demonic creature bared its dagger-like fangs and growled, its bloody, gaping maw stretching wide.

I kept my hands in the air. My cold, sweaty palms trembled on either side of my face as I returned my attention to the stained-glass windows around me. I’d had my hands in the air for so long that my arms were getting tired but I couldn’t drop them—I didn’t want to think about what would happen next if I did. Then the headlines tomorrow would read: “Attack at the South Pier Art Gallery. Three dead: two curators and one visitor.” In perhaps a day or two, they’d identify my corpse as “Kusunoki Kyou, aged twenty, a college drop-out and local shut-in.” They wouldn’t be able to get a hold of my parents; they were overseas and I hadn’t seen the rest of my family in so long, I wasn’t even sure if they were still in Chiba any more. Maybe the reporters would interview one or two of my former classmates... But would they even be able to find anybody who still wanted to talk about me after I shut myself away so abruptly?

“Hey, how have you been? Akutagawa-kun?” the man behind me called out brightly, the lilting tenor of his voice jarring, given our current situation.

I kind of figured he was crazy from the moment we met, but not this crazy.

What kind of man tries to play catch up with a friend (acquaintance? I honestly had no idea how they knew each other) while holding a gun to somebody’s head—my head? Even though I couldn’t turn around to see his face, I could picture his cheerful smile, the twinkle in his intelligent brown eyes, the layers of bandages wrapped around his neck. I could practically hear the gears in his head turning behind me as he watched Akutagawa and calculated his next move, the tone of his voice giving absolutely nothing away.

There was a tiny click—the sound of the safety being shut off—and I grimaced as I felt the metallic chill of the handgun’s muzzle pressing more firmly against the back of my head. Akutagawa immediately shot a dirty glance over my head at the person holding me hostage. He spat out a single name:

“Dazai-san.”

I went back to staring at the windows.

I really shouldn’t have left my apartment this morning.

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Ramen.

Instant ramen was the reason I decided to venture out of my glorified broom closet for the first time in probably weeks. Had I known that the craving for convenience store food would lead to my being shot to death in six hours’ time, I would’ve ignored the growling of my stomach and taken my chances with starving at home instead.

Maybe.

I’d stayed up far too late the night before binge-watching the latest season of a new anime I’d picked up and my best guess for when I’d finally fallen asleep at my computer was probably around three in the morning. When I finally woke up (sometime around noon), I had Pocky crumbs in my hair, my pajamas were sticking unpleasantly to my skin and my stomach was grumbling from the lack of real food in who knows how long. Unfortunately, my pantry was empty, so I did what any normal person in my situation would do: put off going outside for another couple hours by picking another anime to watch. I only realized I really needed to get going when I finally reached into my giant bag of snacks and found it empty.

Dread building in the pit of my stomach at the mere thought of going outside, I threw off the pink bunny pajamas that I hadn’t changed out of in a while and tossed them on the growing pile of clothes on the floor. I hadn’t done the laundry in weeks and it was anyone’s guess which pile was “clean” and which was “dirty” (I’d lost track of which was which days ago). However, I didn’t have a real need to distinguish between the two until today... I stepped into the bathroom, walking right past the tiny cracked mirror above the sink without really looking into it and pulled the shower curtain closed. I knew what I would see: a greasy, dead-eyed otaku version of the creepy girl from The Ring, with long black hair and reddish-brown eyes, only instead of a haunted child, I’d see an adult who failed to get her life together after just two years of moving out of her relatives’ house.

Half an hour later, I’d dressed myself in an old pair of jeans and a large sweatshirt emblazoned with the logo of a magical girl anime and was desperately fishing around in my kitchen drawer for the thing I needed most: a pair of gloves. I hadn’t needed to go outside in so long that I’d forgotten to stock up on nitrile gloves and it was with an enormous amount of relief that I finally retrieved an old pair at the bottom of the drawer.

I was too tired and hungry to notice the small hole in one of the gloves when I pulled them on, nor did I notice when I put on my face mask and tied up my hair. Honestly, I was just lucky the torn one didn’t rip completely away from my hand when I was putting on my shoes but maybe it would’ve been better if it did. Maybe then I wouldn’t have ended up at the art gallery...

But I wasn’t thinking about my gloves when I prepared for my short trip; I was thinking about food. After all, it was supposed to be a quick trip, just a short walk through the hallway and down the street to the nearest convenience store, then back. It honestly might not have been so bad if everything that happened after hadn’t gone so horribly wrong.

The first thing that went wrong happened the moment I stepped out of the building. Blinded by the sudden appearance of sunlight, I smacked right into an old lady walking in front of my building and immediately fell on my butt.

“Oh my, Kyou-chan!”

I groaned as I slowly got back to my feet.

“Is that you, Kyou-chan? Nobody’s seen you in weeks; it’s been so quiet on your end of the floor that we thought maybe you moved out!”

“No, I’m still here, Yamazaki-san,” I replied, recognizing the woman’s face before her voice.

Mrs. Yamazaki lived on the same floor as me and was kind of a busybody, but a caring one. The evening I’d first moved into the building, she’d knocked on my door around dinner time and asked if I knew how to play Mah-Jong. One of her friends had canceled on their group last minute and they’d needed a fourth. I’d declined as politely as I could but was still somehow dragged out of my room by the boisterous old woman and forcibly socialized over a cup of hot genmai-cha. I’d meant to return the favor by dropping by with some kind of snack in hand but never got around to it.

I could feel the guilt curling in the pit of my stomach as I took in her tiny form, her smiling face but all I could do was smile weakly as she remarked on how malnourished I looked and how long my hair had grown since she’d last seen me. Then she spotted the tote bag in my hand.

“Kyou-chan! Are you going shopping?”

“Not really, just getting some ramen at the convenience store.”

Mrs. Yamazaki’s eyes widened.

“Is that all you’ve been eating these days?” she asked, sounding concerned.

“N-no. I’ve had...”

I thought back to my box of strawberry Pocky.

“...Other things.”

She frowned.

“That won’t do,” she declared.

Without waiting for me to respond, she grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the nearest crosswalk.

“Yamazaki-san!” I tried to wrench my arm out of her grip but she was surprisingly strong for her age. Or maybe—I cringed—maybe I’d just become extremely weak after months of being a shut-in and not getting any proper exercise. Drawing commissions hardly worked the arms.

“This isn’t the way to the convenience store! Yamazaki-san!!”

Before long, we were inside an actual grocery, Mrs. Yamazaki chatting away merrily as she pulled vegetables off the shelves and tucked them away into her own basket (I’d run into her just as she was about to go anyway). Occasionally, she’d grab something green and leafy and stick it into the basket she’d forced into my hands, and she kept doing it until she’d buried the thick layer of ramen and junk food that lay at the bottom of the bag. When she was satisfied with the composition of my groceries, she nodded approvingly and hurried me towards the cash registers.

“There now,” she laughed once we were outside and I was carrying a very heavy bag of things I hadn’t actually intended to buy. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She stepped off the sidewalk and two things happened very quickly: one, a truck ran a red light, barreling towards her as she attempted to cross the street, and two, as I dropped my groceries and rushed forward to save her, my right glove caught on something sticking out of my bag and finally ripped.

“Yamazaki-san!”

I reached out—my fingers stretched towards her.

“Look out!!”

Several onlookers screamed as I seized Mrs. Yamazaki by the back of her jacket and yanked her back. We fell to the ground, crashing down onto the sidewalk just as the truck sped through the intersection, honking madly as it flew by. Somebody behind us was yelling for the cops, several people had taken out their cell phones and as one of the grocery store employees rushed over to help us up, I felt an odd stinging sensation in my right hand.

I looked down and saw that my right glove had been completely shredded. Though I still had coverage on most of my fingers, much of the pale blue nitrile was hanging off my right hand in thin, ragged tatters and there were several long scratches on the palm of my hand from where I’d scraped it against the sidewalk when I fell.

The store employee, a stout, middle-aged man with bulky arms, helped a very shaken Mrs. Yamazaki to her feet, and though I could feel her trembling as she clung to me, I tried to shift my posture as she leaned on me. I couldn’t let her touch any part of my bare hand.

“Are you alright, ma’am?” the man from the store asked.

“Y-yes, I’m fine,” Mrs. Yamazaki answered, her voice quavering as she looked up at the man and then at me.

Tears sprang to her eyes and before I could stop her, she got down on her knees and bowed deeply, touching her forehead to the ground in gratitude.

“Y-Yamazaki-san?”

“Thank you!” she whispered, her voice cracking. “You saved my life, Kyou-chan!”

“Yamazaki-san, please,” I dropped to my knees as well and tried to help her up. “You don’t need to do that. Please, get up.”

As the store employee and I raised Mrs. Yamazaki to her feet, she chuckled, her eyes wide with wonder as she looked at me.

“And to think, if I hadn’t met you on your way out this morning, I might be...”

She shook her head slowly and I exchanged a worried glance with the man who’d come to help.

“I don’t know where I would be if you weren’t here, Kyou-chan,” Mrs. Yamazaki breathed. “From the bottom of my heart, thank you.”

Though she seemed to be completely fine, with no broken bones or serious injuries, she continued to cling to me, and I felt her grip on my arm tighten as the employee informed her the police were on their way and we may want to stay to give a statement. Panic slowly rose in my chest as I felt my uncovered wrist coming out of my sleeve but as I carefully began to extricate myself from Mrs. Yamazaki’s grip, she suddenly turned to me and looked me up and down. She gasped.

“Oh, Kyou-chan!”

Her eyes had fallen upon my scratched palm.

“You’re bleeding!”

I yanked my hand away.

“I’m fine, ma’am.”

“Let me see it,” she demanded, grabbing my wrist. “I insist.”

As the store employee ran inside to get some band-aids, Mrs. Yamazaki gently picked up the edges of the ripped nitrile, pulling it away from my bloody, scratched-up palm, oblivious to my attempts to get away. As the glove gradually peeled away from my hand, I felt the warmth of her wrinkled skin brush against my fingers.

And then it happened.

The sound of canned laughter echoes throughout the room. Flickering green and white light casts odd shadows upon the walls. The cat-shaped clock above the television reads half past eleven in the middle of the night but there is another sound that is audible over the muffled noises from the TV. It beats in time with the clock and it sounds like something dripping, something liquid and warm.

Tick.

T i ck.

The clock cat’s eyes shine with unnatural green light— light reflected from the television screen. They are blank , open, and staring, just like the eyes of the woman draped oddly over the side of the television set, her eyes wide with fear and shock.

Mrs. Yamazaki clutches at her chest. Blood dribbles thickly from between her fingers, her breath comes in wheezes and gurgled gasps as she slumps further and further down the side of her TV set. She leaves a bloody hand print on the side panel and falls to the ground.

Someone is laughing.

I am laughing.

The sound is deep, unfamiliar. There is a large, bloody kitchen knife held fast in my fingers, which are thick and hairy. I move my arm to check the wound Mrs. Yamazaki had inflicted on me and I see the vivid tattoo of a monstrous green snake, its fangs sinking deeply into a cracked human skull.

The television returns to its regularly scheduled programming. A time stamp appears in the upper right hand corner...

I came to, to the sound of somebody calling my name and immediately let out a sharp hiss of pain. While I was out, I had dropped to my knees, scuffing my jeans, and I could feel the thin skin over my kneecaps bruising horribly against the concrete sidewalk. Thankfully, that was all but my hands were shaking and I had a massive headache. Looking alarmed, Mrs. Yamazaki, not a single knife wound visible on her body, held my hand in both of hers with a troubled expression on her face. She had been the one calling me.

“Oh my goodness! Are you alright, Kyou-chan? You’re as white as a sheet.”

I immediately ripped my hand away and stuffed it into my pocket, just as the store employee returned with bandages. As he stuck out his hand to give me the bandages, I took a step back, shrinking away from the two of them.

“I’m fine.”

I stuffed my hand deeper into my pocket, ignoring the stickiness of the drying blood.

“Are you sure?” Mrs. Yamazaki asked, worry clouding her voice.

“I SAID I’M FINE!!”

That came out way louder than I’d meant it to. The people around me looked startled. I could hear the whispers. My Ability, “The Story of Your Life,” the curse of seeing visions of the future of those I touched, had manifested at the worst possible moment. I picked my bag off the sidewalk and ran.

#bungou stray dogs #bungou sd #dazai x oc #dazai x reader #kunikida x reader #kunikida x oc

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strange-corners · 4 years ago

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It's all over

(Spoilers this story may contain sensible content, slight gore and depression)

Is a cold night, the moonlight is the thing that shines on the dark town, the streets are quiet so quiet it can make anyone ears to ring, the cold breeze howling in the air. Suddenly some steps can be heard in the distance the steps become louder and heavier in the corner of the street a silhouette can be seen it look like a man, he was walking very sluggishness and off balanced

He stop and laid on the way he was holding a bottle of wine on his hand the man was obviously drunk, he started to chug the bottle of wine then stop to recover his air as he started cough for drinking so fast. The man looked a bit young but he was a mess, his shirt was unbuttoned full of wine stains, his pants ragged all dirty cover in alcohol and dirt, hair was messy, both of his arm were cover in bandages slightly showing some red spots suggesting they're bleeding. His nose was snotty and red showing symptoms of alcoholism, eyes slightly red they look like he has cried a lot, but his face expressed that he was grieving in deep pain he started to wail in pain.

"F-f#$!..*sob*..f&%$....w-why......*hic*..."

He got off from the wall and continue walking, he tripped a lot of his way each time he fell the pebbles and the small sharp stones in the ground got stuck on his hands and knees some of them managing to burrow under his skin causing him to bleed, he didn't took notice due to his state.

After walking for a long time and keep tripping down he arrive to the outskirts of the town on the distance they're was a multiple buildings in the area he continue walking towards that direction closing distance slowly revealing that it was actually a cemetery full of mausoleums there a sign reading the following "Panteon de la piedad for Pokemon".

The young man took a sip of the bottle and walk inside the cementary the place was completely not even there was ghost type empty the moonlight was the only thing helping him to see the place and not get lost any other person at this hour would have goosebumps or be afraid but this man didn't show any of that....all he was showing was deep pain and sorrow in his face. He continue walking looking around some tombstones were old and full of cracks, others were brand new, he continue walking his body started to shake as he started to sob louder as he sees a tombstone full of yellow flowers and orange flowers they looked withered the tombstone.

He fell on his knees and started to cry getting close to the tombstone, tears running down his cheeks. "I-i-i'm *hic* sorry.....i f$!#@d up....i-im s-sorry.....it's...all my fault" his voice was completely broken as he continue whimpering.

He started to remember how he lost his best friend , It was noon and decided to walk all alone he left his gear and some pokeballs on the counter and tell the rest of his team he was going for a walk just as he was about to walk to open the door he felt something pulling his pants he turned around and see his Gengar wanting to go with him giving a gently smile.

"Abby i'm sorry... I really wish to be all on my own" he try to set her aside as he kept walking but she kept insisting.

"I think it would be wiser if i make you some company you don't know what could happened besides i'm really about you lately" he shrug her as he telling her that he wouldn't take very long,Abigail look at ground and let him go before he could left she told him to not take to long Silver nodded and close the door. He headed toward the entrance of a forest to clear his head of all the things that have been bordering as he continue to walk in the middle of the forest he was surrounded by three wild mightyenas they snarled at him showing their fangs ready to kill him and probably eat him, "Ahh $&@¤!!" he quickly took of his shirt and wrapped around his left arm putting it infront of the vicious canine with right arm he slowly pull out his hunting knife that was in his back pocket to defend himself his hand was shaking his breathing was short and heavy as he was getting anxious by his situation there was no way he could run his back was against a boulder it was a dead end and there was it was impossible to pass by them and try to outrun them all he started to regret for not listening to Abigail advice all he could do now was try to defend himself hoping they would give up and leave him be.

"COME ON YOU MOTHERF#$!@&%S I KILL ALL OF YOU!" He yell to the top of his lungs hoping this would scare them away but all he did was made them mad, one of the mightyena jump forward as he open his mouth and started mauled on the wrap arm luckily for him the sharp teeth didn't pierce the skin of the trainer, the young man didn't waste no time as he soon realize the other two would come to attack him.

He quickly draw the knife and stab with a his might on the creature sides multiple times, the canine let out a loud whimper letting go of the arm as he fell to the ground lying in the floor immobile. As the trainer quickly turn to see the others jump at him he tried to stab one of them but it was too late one of them manage to bite his arm before he try to defend himself the weight of the creature force him to fall to the ground.

He let out a scream of pain feeling the sharp fangs digging into his flesh, the warm blood runnning all over his hand as the creature violently shake his head growling in anger trying to disarm the trainer, the pain was too much he let go of the knife and tried to force his way out of it's jaw but suddenly was interrupted by the other mightyena who bit the other arm but this one manage to pierce the clothes that was protecting the trainer arm.

"Son of a.....ARGHHH!!!" He yelled in pain as the two vicious creature mauled him, ::IS THIS HOW I'M GOING TO DIE?!?::he thinks to himself this was the end,this is how he would die all alone like a dog as he started to lose strength on both of his arm.

Suddenly out of nowhere a flash of lighting hit one of the Mightyena letting a loud growl as the creature started to roll over in pain. The other Mightyena let go of the man's arm and turn to the way the lighting came from Silver turn to see too confused. In the shades of a tree a dark figure came out surround by darkness and a purple mist, two red glowing eyes appear as the figure emerge out of the shade it was a Gengar...it was the trainer's companion.

"Back off both of you leave my friend alone!!" This was the very time Silver saw Abigail angry yet in her eyes he saw that she determined to fight to the bitter end. The Mightyena who got zapped by the lighting started to get up and cough a lot he turned to look at Abigail and snarled at her in anger slowly getting along with his partner ready to attack her.

Silver couldn't give her any orders or try to help her he was too busy trying to close the wound as the bites were deep enough to open the flesh and servere some blood vessels all he could do was try his best to patch the wound with his cloth and trust in Abigail to fight off the vicious canines but he was afraid fot this was no longer a friendly match or a tournament with rules this was the wild it was kill or be killed situation.

The both Mightyenas approach her as she took a defensive stance being cautious for whatever attack they might do, one of them attack using Dark pulse before the attack could even reach her, she manage to phase through the ground getting behind on of them and attack him with poison jab managing to push her fist inside enough for the pokemon to get poison before she could act on the other wild pokemon this one jump at her not giving her enough time to try to become intangible he used the move Jaw Lock on the Gengar trapping her in his jaws she was in a type disadvantage she couldn't escape or try to phase her way out .

She cry in pain which cause his trainer stop attending to his injuries looking in horror what that wild beast was doing to his best friend, this fuel with anger adrenaline started to kick in his system as he grab the knife ingnoring the pain trying his best to close his hand running to aid Abigail before he could reach her. He was stopped by the previous Mightyena who was injured by Abigail he was poisoned but yet was persistent on keep fighting,Silver made a rush for it if he was gonna bite or do anything that was fine by him he could stab him and try to save Abigail.

The Mightyena jump at him but Silver manage to stab the wild pokemon before he could bite him down killing it, as he get up Abigail cried for help as the creature viciously crush her with it's teeth. Silver was furious as he yell "LEAVE HER ALONE!!!" He grab him by the back before he could stab him the wild pokemon let go of the Gengar and launch at him bitting again on his wounded arm this ripping some flesh off causing him to let go of the knife.

Silver yelled as he hit the ground being again in the same situation before only this time worst he saw on the Mightyena eyes how mad it was willing to kill it's prey he saw his own reflection knowing this was the end. Suddenly Abigail jump behind it putting her hands on the creature head as she started to use Thunderbolt zapping the Mightyena's head frying his brain as smoke came out of it's eyes and mouth as the sound and smell of sizzling flesh could be heard after a couple of secinds that felt like hourse she let go as the wild pokemon fell to the ground....dead.

"A...a-are....you ok?" Abigail ask her voice was ver low as she held her chest she was completely injured but her main concern was her trainer's health.

"I-i-i am...but you?" He ask as he try to regain some air, breathing heavy as he got up covering his arm. "I-im....not doing well....i...." She hit the ground Silver was afraid as he try to lift her up.

"$@!%!!! $#&!%!!! Abby is ok i take you to the center!!" He started to panicked as he lift her trying to ignore the pain as the blood came out from his injuries. He started to run the pokemon center hoping they can fix her up the weight of Abigail started to become more light by the moment as he notice something was flying in the air he look at Abigail and gasped.

From her injury a dark fainted mist started to come out of it, her fur started to become palid.

"Silver.....i feel really tired...." Her tone of voice sounded very low as she sounded a bit sloppy.

"ABBY STAY AWAKE I NEED YOU TO STAY AWAKE DON'T YOU FAINT ON ME" He started to shake her violently as he kept running the more he kept running as he felt the weight on his arms become more light.

"SOMEONE!!!! ANYONE PLEASE HELP ME!!!" He got desperate wanted to save his friend looking around to see if there was someone near them.

"Silver.....d-did i made you happy?" She ask in a very soft tone of voice.

"Wh-what?" He stopped running his legs started to shake fearing the worst.

"Did i made you happy?" She continue asking as she caress his cheek waiting for a awnser.

"O-o-of course you make me ha-happy"His voice crackle as his body shaked unable to move he slowly fell to the ground holding her close on his arm, tears started to fall.

Abigail had her eyes half open but could notice he was sad she was confused on why she was so tired and why he was crying.

"Why.......are you alw....ays sad.....you....should smile more you know..." She cleans his tears as the mist started to to become more thicker half of her body was dissapearing in the air.

Silver try to force a smile with tears on his eyes he tried to give her a smile "I-i-i'm smiling...s-s-see" he knew it was the end of her but refused to let her go.

"See?.....you....lo-look...so...mu...ch better...like....th-that...when...you smile like....that...you...look...cute..S...il...ver....very....very....cut....e..." She slowly closes her eyes as the rest of her body vanish with the mist in the air there was nothing that remain of her the only thing that was left of her was her damaged pink bow and her mega stone laying on the ground

Silver stop breathing looking at the ground as he held the pink bow and clutches tight he felt like the world has stopped as his only friend that truly understand him was gone.

"A...A-Abby?" He asked in confusion as he started to cry falling to the ground losing unconscious for the blood lose. After a while some trainers find him and rush him to the hospital where his wounds were attended. When he woke up and ask about his companion they told him they find him all alone aside some items, a nurse showed him something he wish he never wanted to see....it was a pink bow and a earing with a megastone asking him if they belonged to him.

::Why?.....why? Did i live and she had to die?....it wasn't fair, i should've been the one who had died, she would lived a happy life than me:: he thinks to himself as the memory ended still hugging the tombstone.

He let go and look at the engraved tombstone

"Here lies Abigail Goodnight, loved by her friends and trainer". He took finished chugging the wine as he laid down the ground.

"It's all my fault....i'm sorry.....i hope so-somehow you can hear me.....and know that im sorry....*hic* i... Be there with you one day". He closes his eyes as he fell asleep next to the resting place of her best friend.

(This is a AU and non canon)

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