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Weekly Recap | November 20th-26th 2023

107 DAYS UNTIL SEASON 7 PREMIERE!!! I'm so excited!!! 😃

Also! I just hit 100 followers! Thank you guys! I hope you enjoy my recs :)

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Ruin Me Like Castle Walls and Burn Me Like a Village by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (PWP, Dragon Eddie | 6K | Explicit): When a call goes wrong, Buck sees a new side to Eddie, and starts to realize a lot of things about his best friend. And himself.

🔥 The Monsterfucker's Symphony by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (PWP, Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, Mermaids... and more | 57K | Explicit): A collection of smutty oneshots featuring Buck or Eddie (or both) as a non-human creature.

🔥 and here, too, am i by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Future fic, Married Buddie | 41K | Teen): Six months into their marriage, Eddie is still struggling to decide whether or not he wants more kids, when he knows Buck does. The universe may not scream, but it certainly talks.

you’re everything that I want, but I didn’t think I’d find by Daffi_990_ao3/ @daffi-990 (Post-S6, Proposal | 2K | Not Rated): Eddie is so in love and proposes to Buck on Christmas Eve. (sequel to come close, let me be home)

all i ever wanted comes right down to you by Iover_of_mine (I_almost_do)/ @lover-of-mine (Getting Together | 3K | General): Eddie is very dramatic in his pining and Buck overhears something that changes everything.

🔥 stranger sunlight, still by mmtion/ @mmtions (Catfishing/Secret Identity | 64K | Explicit): When the 118 find out about Buck’s secret thirst account on Instagram – to raise fire safety awareness, obviously – they make fun of him the appropriate amount and move on. Eddie finds it a little harder to do the same. Of course, Eddie would never invade Buck’s privacy by searching for and finding the anonymous account. Or looking at all the uploaded photos late at night. Or even directly messaging Buck’s secret account. That would be weird, because he’s certainly not planning on doing anything about his newfound attraction. However, anonymous account @elbombero118 has no such limitations.

🔥the evan buckley matchmaking agency by mmtion/ @mmtions (Season 5, Feelings Realization | 28K | Mature): Buck tries to set up Eddie. It goes well for absolutely no-one involved.

wanna lose my mind in a hotel room with you by 42hrb/ @exhuastedpigeon (Post-S6, Getting Together | 4K | Explicit): "Think you’ll ever have that kind of love?” Eddie asks as he leans against the wall with a beer in his hand at Maddie and Chimney’s engagement party. He’s got a fond look on his face, if not a little wistful as he turns to face Buck. “I hope so,” Buck says with a small smile on his face. He’s pretty sure he’s already got half of a love like that standing next to him, he just isn’t sure if it’s reciprocated. “I-I really hope so.”

hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (PWP | 2K | Explicit): Eddie hiccups. “Just tell me,” he groans. “Come on, how bad could it be? Hic!” “Rectal massage,” Buck says, the words tripping over each other like he just wants to get them out as fast as possible. “Apparently, there was a guy who stopped hiccuping after rectal massage. And this is in, like, Healthline, so it’s probably legit—”

impossible to know (if after this we can still be friends) by lecornergirl / @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 1,7K | General): Hen sighs. “This better be an emergency.” “Does Buck turning up on my doorstep and saying he’s in love with me count as an emergency?”

this is gonna be one of those things by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 2K | Teen): It turns out he only has about three seconds of proper bull-riding in him before he’s tumbling to the floor. Hen and Chimney are bent double with laughter, but Eddie only looks at him, smirks, and says, “You’re doing it wrong.” “Like you’d do any better,” Buck shoots back, and Eddie gives him the most unimpressed look. “You’re forgetting something,” he tells Buck as he mounts it. “I grew up in Texas.”

my hands are shaking from holding back from you by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (S5E18, HenRen Wedding, Getting Together | 2,5K | Teen): So now Hen and Karen are renewing their wedding vows, and Buck is—Buck is a lot of things, but he’s mostly worried about the concept of Eddie in a suit. Buck is, after all, only one man. He’s a little worried it might be too much for him to handle.

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🔥 [Podfic] dream of some epiphany by MistMarauder/ @mistmarauder from a fic by extasiswings/ @extasiswings (Canon Divergent, Pre-Canon, Pen Pals | 45-60 mins | Mature): Evan Buckley is lost. It’s happenstance that he wanders into the navy recruiting center. Buck leaves ten minutes later with a set of printed instructions for sending his first letter, assured that he can drop it off whenever he’s ready, and a name. Staff Sergeant Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz.

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🔥 Both Blade and Branch by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S6 | 9/13 | 43K | Mature): The chances of being struck by lightning twice are incredibly minute, but Buck still manages to pull it off. During a double date with Marisol and Natalia, nonetheless. Eddie manages to resuscitate him, but as Buck recovers from yet another trauma, Eddie can’t help but notice there’s something very different about him. He’s not quite sure what version of Buck he got back.

in my head by yourcatfishfriend/ @your-catfish-friend (Friends With Benefits | 6/8 | 23K | Explicit): Buck is confidently bisexual. Eddie isn't sure. Buck helps him figure it out.

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weasleywinchester · 7 months ago

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Save Yourself - Ch. 19

Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Oh For One So Pure

Series Summary: “I promise.” Those two words would trap you in a life you never wanted. You are an artist, a hunter, a Winchester. And yet the pain in Dean’s eyes as demanded you live the life he wants you live, you couldn’t say no. You met the Winchesters by chance, found out they were real people. And you figured it was a once in a life time thing, but then Dean called you, and so did a new job. Both leading to the life you wanted, a family that didn’t begin or end in blood and a once in a life time love. And he said leave it and him behind, forget. But you can’t. Chapter Summary Jack is gone. Well, you know exactly where he is; with Mary in what you’ve all agreed is the Apocalypse world. Do any of you know how to get there? No. But what are Winchesters really good at? Distracting themselves with hunting. When Donna calls in a favor for hunting down a possible not-so-supernatural creep, the three of you practically leap through the phone. But this case, and the multiverse problem none of you know how to untangle, bring up some dormant feelings about what it means to be a hunter… and even more about what it means to be a Winchester.

Warnings: Cannon typical violence, some fluff, some sad feels

You’ve been a Winchester long enough to have seen some crazy shit. And you’ve been a Supernatural fan long enough to know all the crazy shit. And when Donna called in a favor to find her niece, you kinda hoped it would be the most black and white monster case you could find. And as expected it was not. Finding a black market ebay for body parts wasn’t something you thought could exist. But if there’s a market, someone will always be there to fill it.

“I can’t believe you’ve been through this.” You grimace as Doug’s temporary fangs disappear.

“At least everyone here has souls.” Dean looks over at Sam, who purses his lips together as if he wishes he could forget that whole incident. Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you quickly silence it.

“That’s the fourth time it’s rung.” Dean comments, raising a brow at you.

“Becky. I missed the last two meetings.” You confess. You were normally pretty good about warning her when you’d be busy with a hunt; but everything with Jack being so unpredictable…

“Call her back, we should be back at the bunker tomorrow.” Dean gives your hand a squeeze. You nod and walk out into the brisk night air.

“Hey, sorry about the last couple of weeks-”

“THANK GOD YOU’RE ALIVE!” She shouts into the phone. “I thought the worst when your phone kept going to voicemail.” She lets out a long sigh, taking a few deep breaths.

“I could see that.” You chuckle.

“Don’t give me a heart attack like that!”

“I’ll do better in the future.” You hold up your hand in surrender. “But what’s up?”

“I have a few design projects I thought you could brainstorm on… And Sera’s been asking about the possibility of continuing the Supernatural books?” Her voice goes an octave higher at the mention of the books.

“Send me the ideas for the stuff to design-”

“Doug, wait!” You hear Donna yell.

“I’ll get back to you about the books-” You reach for the door to go back inside when it swings open and Doug runs into you.

“Doug?” You frown as he gathers himself. “Becky, I gotta go.” You abruptly hang up, lightly grabbing Doug’s shoulder. “Hey, what’s the rush?”

He stops, looking at you over his shoulder.

“Why do you stay?” He whispers, the defeat clear in his voice.

“Well, I sure as hell wasn’t going to leave Donna high and dry-“

“Why do you stay with Dean? Knowing about the– the monsters?” He corrects. The panic rolls off of him like a fog, tendrils curling and whispering for you to get lost in it.

“What do ya mean?”

“Your husband fights vampires, werewolves… monsters! Things that aren’t supposed to exist! How can you stay?” He harshly whispers, as if saying it too loud makes it any more true. You stare blankly at him; sure you’ve seen plenty of people shaken after their first encounter with the supernatural; but Doug? He’s had to have seen gruesome stuff in his time on the force.

“It’s his job,” you frown, “It would be the same if he were in the military or law enforcement.” You watch as he recedes into his whatever panic storm is happening in his mind. “Are you ok? Did you talk with Donna?” You place a hand on his shoulder, his whole body deflating at your touch.

“I wanted to be a cop to help folks. I didn’t sign on for monsters.” He looks off into the distance, the recent horrors he just witnessed clearly dancing in front of his eyes.

“That’s all Dean and Sam do, save people.” You smile, leaning forward until you catch his gaze. “They unfortunately didn’t have a no monster option. It’s also why Dean gets three hours of sleep a week, can drink a liquor store dry and has enough trauma that any regular person would go insane.”

“And you’re ok with that?” He scoffs, shaking his head at all the terrifying possibilities about what your words mean.

“I didn’t marry him because I think I can fix him. I love him, as he is.” You shrug, watching the thoughts churn in his head as he tries to figure out the next move. “You’re really going to give up Donna because she fights monsters?” You haven’t spent nearly as much time with Donna as you like, but the one thing you know for sure if you both will hang onto your husbands no matter the price.

“I don’t think I’m strong enough.” He whispers. You sigh, pulling him into a hug.

“She thinks you are. And so do I.” You squeeze him tight. “Can I tell you something?” You ask as you let him go. He gives you a small nod, wiping a tear away. “Leaving Donna won’t make the fear go away. It won’t stop you from looking at every person differently. It won’t change the fact that you know what lurks in the dark. But trust me when I say that having her by your side is better than any future without her.” He studies you for a moment, brain calculating all the scenarios.

“Does Dean feel that about you?” He whispers.

The question punches you right in the gut. It should have been a simple answer. A yes of course he does, that’s why we're married. But your mouth feels like it’s full of sand. Every moment where Dean has pushed you away, told you to leave, to forget, comes rushing to the forefront. And here you stand. Telling Doug he should stay; that he should want to stay. But you have no evidence that it would be good for him; that he could continue on with his life as normal. The one thing you learned being with Dean is that you were involved with the family business whether you wanted it or not. It’s just how it went being close to a hunter.

The motel door creaks open, Sam and Donna making their way to the car.

“Ready sweetheart?” Dean asks, taking your hand.

“Ya.” You smile at him, giving his hand a squeeze as you turn back to Doug. “Talk with Donna, she deserves that. You both deserve to make a decision together.” You give Doug a small smile, letting Dean guide you to the car.

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One thing nice about driving with the boys is you could boot Sammy to the front and sprawl out in the back. Dean even keeps a little blanket in the trunk for you. Leather seats are three things: cold, hot or sticky. Can’t have baby makin you uncomfortable sweetheart. You smile at the memory as you stare at the back of Dean’s head. The rain gently thumps at the windows, Sammy’s fingers clacking against the keys of his laptop.

“You were a little tough on Donna back there.” Dean states, keeping his voice low to not disturb you.

“What?” Sam frowns, the clacking coming to an abrupt stop.

“Just sayin’.” Dean shrugs, taking in a deep breath. He couldn’t believe he told Donna to let Doug go; Sam, telling her to let the love of her life go.

“Was I wrong? I mean, when has knowing us ever worked out for anyone?” His eyes flick to you as you roll to face the back of the seat.

“(Y/N)?” Dean shrugs.

“What?”

“It’s worked out for (Y/N), according to her.” Dean clarifies.

“Oh ya, I bet she always dreamed of falling in love with a guy who constantly tells her she can’t be a hunter because she could die. And who constantly makes life altering decisions for her.” Sam deadpans.

“We save people, Sam.” He points out. Save tons of people, every day, every year. That has to count for something.

“Yeah, we also get people killed, Dean. Kaia, for instance. She helped us and she died for it. And the list of (Y/N) getting hurt or almost dead isn’t exactly short.”

“Hey, look, I know you’re in some sort of a—”

“No, no, no, don’t – don’t… You keep saying I’m in a dark place, but I’m not, Dean. Everything I’m saying is the truth. It’s our lives. And I tried to pretend it didn’t have to be. I tried to pretend (Y/N) would be safe, that we could have Mom back and Cas and – and help Jack. But we can’t. This ends one way for us, Dean. It ends bloody.”

The three of you sit in silence. Dean always told you he would go down fighting; it always seemed to be the hand he was dealt. He just never actually died, so you both had agreed that maybe that’s not the true end designed for him. But Sam giving up on the happily ever after? That was just as bad as you giving up…

“You’re the reason she holds on so tight.” He whispers, seeing Sam turn toward him out of the corner of his eye. “You told her to always keep fighting; to fight for the life she wants, to fight for me. I was prepared to let her go years ago. Prepared for my soul to ache for the rest of my life.” He accuses. “But you’re the one who said to not give her up. To fight for her. Why –”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have.” Sam interrupts. You shift in your seat, moving your blanket to muffle the sound of your heart breaking.

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One would think spending their whole life fighting everything that lurks in the dark would make it uncomfortable. But as Sam lays in the pitch black of his room, he feels calm. He’s embraced the fact that he lives in the dark, like some creature waiting for whatever fight is next. No searching for something to hold on to, for hope about the future.

God was no better than any other supernatural being, Mom and Jack are as good as dead… After tossing and turning he gets up, easily making his way down the hall in the dark. He stops at your studio door and listens; he can hear the faint clicking of your keyboard accompanied by a faint static noise he can only assume is music. He gently pushes the door, you’re bopping your head along to whatever’s coming through your headphones as you mess with a project on your computer.

He lets his eyes wander around the room; it’s filled with fabric, blank canvases, half painted paintings, partially done costumes and a large wall of books. This room is very much you; warm, inviting and filled with things that make you happy. It was often a safe space for him, both when you were in it and when you weren’t. You both had many late night conversations about anything that came to mind, talked through a lot of the darkness he carried with him.

“Geezus Sammy!” You jump out of your chair, nearly knocking over your water bottle. “Scared the tarts out of me!” You move it out of arms reach and slide off your headphones.

“Right, sorry.” He frowns. You tilt your head to the side, walking over to him and gently taking his hands in yours.

“You ok?” you ask. He gives you a curt nod, eyes looking anywhere but at you.

“Whatever happened to that painting, the one with the two hands holding onto each other?”

“It’s here, haven’t got around to hanging it up.” You pull it out from a stack that’s leaned against the wall, putting it up on your easel and sliding the fabric sheet off to reveal it.

“Always keep fighting.” Sam mumbles, his fingers gently tracing the words. It’s written dozens of times in the background, your perfect sloppy writing making it feel like you’re telling him to do just that.

“Sammy!” You yell over your shoulder in the general direction of his room.

“Ya?” He yells back.

“Come here!”

He pads down the hall, standing in your doorway.

“Need you to hand model with me.” You wave him over. You take one hand, having him wrap his fingers around your wrist while you do the same. “Now pull.”

He pulls, a little too hard, and you ram into his chest.

“Not that hard Sammy!” you giggle.

“Ok, ok… not that hard. Got it.”

He huffs in amusement at the memory. It seemed silly at the time but it’s moving to see your hand holding him up, keeping him from slipping away.

“Why is one side written upside down?”

“Because love flows both ways.” You rotate the picture so now his hand is holding yours. You slot your hand into his, leaning your head on his arm as the two of you study it.

“What if holding on was the mistake?” He asks.

“It wasn’t.” You can feel him shift against you. “I didn’t walk into this life blind Sam.” You bite down on your tongue, praying the tears not to slip down your face. “I-”

He pulls you into his arms, squeezing you tight. He has always pulled you closer; pulled you into the hunting life, into his brother’s life, into his own life. Selfish. It was the only word that came to his mind. He always thought that karma would follow through. That every single monster he and Dean put in the ground would let them have just a sliver of something good. And he was hoping it would be you. But maybe Dean was right this whole time, you’ll only end up hurt or dead.

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osatokun · 10 months ago

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New Orleans chronicle [long post]

Post for the people who comes in my blog and wondering who are the characters I constantly draw (and will go on drawing).

All of them - PC and NPCS from the Vampire the Masquerade games I play. Most of them from the longest game I had with friends, with its ups and downs the game lasted almost 2 years. here is the main player crew:

Charles Arthur Drinkwater (real name Benjamin Thomas Fox) -242 years old Scottish Malkavian, personal little mew mew of the local Harpy, surgeon since he was 20, and consultant in the weirdest occult questions. I played him, he was my first serious male character and it was very interesting experience. Dakota Salmon (real name Numpai) - 200 something something (230? 240?) years old Gangrel. She was primogen of the local Gangrels until the entire clan was exiled from the city. Highly respected by the clan, strong woman with cold logic and warm heart. She came back to the New Orleans in hopes to return gangrels their place in the city. She was played by @fj0rge Veronica Sugar (real name Veronica ) - a 100 something something years old Toreador, part of the coterie Charlie is in. A singer and vampire with the most high rating of humanity in the city. Crazy enough to get into Charlie's adventures and support him. She was played by @maria-ruta

Some of the names were taken form the New Orleans by Night book, but the characters are totally different. Plus our DM added just about every splat in the game. The game was set in 2022. From the foundation of the New Orleans it was ruled by Etienne Doran, Ventrue who always dreamed of making New Orleans the new Carthage. He drove the mages away from the city, united with local werewolves and in generally kept piece New Orleans (most of the time). However he was murdered in 1997 by unknown Gangrel, the entire clan was exiled, but no one ever found the assassin. Some of the names were taken form the New Orleans by Night book, but the characters are totally different. The game was set in 2022. From the foundation of the New Orleans it was ruled by Etienne Doran, Ventrue who always dreamed of making New Orleans the new Carthage. He drove the mages away from the city, united with local werewolves and in generally kept piece New Orleans (most of the time). However he was murdered in 1997 by unknown Gangrel, the entire clan was exiled, but no one ever found the assassin.

(here is Etienne and his sheriff and Brujah primogen Simon)

Since then New Orleans was ruled by princess Marceline, supported by local harpy, adopted Etienne's childe, Rene. Rene is also one of the reason Charlie traveled to the New Orleans. They did their best, but no one had the charm of Etienne, who could stop the war with a single smile

Now, to the main plot of the game (oh I'll try to be short) The main conflict is set around the prophecies of the future where masquerade will fall and the vampires (and werewolves) become part of the human society. Think True Blood style. Technocratic union mages,led by Eureka Jones returns in the city. As we learned much later,her department is trying to bring the project of integrating vampires into society to life. If her project fails, the future of vampires going to be..very sad. Charlie knew about this possible future from the very start which scared him a ton, but he could not ignore how much technocrats made to the people. And Rene, a true son of his sire, collaborated with mages for the future that he(and Etienne) always wanted. Eureka is magnificent but I have to finish her still..

In the same time, the Sabbat pack lead by Sascha Vykos, comes to the New Orleans. He knows about the future of vampires, but wants to play the main role himself. To ruin Technocrats he aims to find Traitor, the mysterious figure who collaborate with mages in their experiments. Dakota returns to the city to help fight with Sabbat (and possibly return Gangrels their place in the city) AND (like Sabbat war is not enough) the mysterious Gangrel courier named Mohammed arrives to the city, carrying a small suitcase. With the ancient vampire head in it. Living head. As we learned later, the head is imprisoned by the angel Gangrel named Enkidu, the angel constantly chops Gangrel's head somewhere in umbra, not letting him to heal. Both Enkidu and Angel leads courier to the unknown destination, when one courier dies, the other is chosen to continue his journey. The existence of the head was kept in secret until the end of the game (not surprising Charlie knew this secret tho..),but Sascha knew about it and wanted to get the head to help him find the Traitor.(and, well, diablerise later as a treat) Mohammed and Dakota (he quickly grew on her and they kept their loving relationships even after the game ended)

Long story short-the Traitor was Ada, Gangrel who killed and diablerised Etienne. Their souls willingly united and the developed a plan to bring new future to the vampires. In the end, Vykos pack was slain by Dakota, Ada, werewolf leader(poor lad died), Gangrels and one particularly charming Nosferatu. Gangrels was allowed to get back in the city, however Dakota and Mohammed (and Yaropolk) left to Russia, as they were sick of Camarilia and mages. However no one can deny that Gangrels led by Dakota played the biggest part in saving the city. What's Charlie's role you might ask? And where is his charming wife? Well, from the very beginning DM hooked me with a dream. Charlie saw a changeling in his nightmares, who asked him for help. And so, his personal storyline began. Of course he assisted other characters when he could, but his mine line is based around saving changeling. No one cares about them. They have no place in Technocrat's future, but now they are his family. He tried to find and then heal the changeling from his dream, who turned out to be young Balor princess, Monica. Her soul was stolen by the Settite leader(one of the two),mysterious Imhotep, who rumored to be Giovanni. Later Charlie learned that he's an actual mummy, which didn't stop him to awkwardly mess with the ancient creature. And poor Monica was in coma for the last 3 years, but thanks to her ability to travel through dreams she could try to seek help

While looking for changelings to find the one who called him, he met Glinda, the cursed Balor ex queen, imprisoned by other changeling house, Beaumayn in 1999th. Her changeling self fell asleep and she was guarded by a chimerical Dragon (who could take human form ),who acted like her abusive husband. While trying to learn who Glinda is, Charlie looked into her soul and immediately fell in love for the rest of his life. During the game they even ended up getting True Love merit Q_Q

A little backstory: as a teenage changeling queen Glinda saw the prophetic dreams about the end of the changelings. When she looked for the way to save her people, he was talked by Pentex and Nephandi into bringing a little apocalypse. Using the energy of the Red Star they'd bring a strong old spirit into the world, put it into Glinda's body and let her give birth to a new changeling-spirit creature, that will destroy the half of human population. Since Changelings get their powers from the dreams and fantasy, they will become stronger, because people will start dreaming more, hoping more, believing in magic and stuff. In fact a naive teen was talked into rape. The other house, Beumayn, freed Glinda's chimera, the Dragon, and burnt her in the chimerical flame, trying to kill her changeling soul and the spirit inside her. However, the spirit escaped to the Umbra and the connection with him helped Glinda survive. He forgot who she was, and the Dragon became her jailer, acting like her over controlling husband. However, the spirit creature lived and gained power with time, wanting to fulfill it's purpose and destroy the world.

During the game, Charlie found Monica, traveled into Umbra to the gates of Arcadia to get the healing for changelings and another Imhotep's victim. Healed them all, fought the Dragon on the Changeling court and freed a demon named Folly. With the help of the demon he turned Dragon into a simple human and won, freeing Glinda. The demon escaped in Europe and was out of the scene most of the time, but kept reminding Charlie about himself in many ways. Charlie learned that Monica's father was killed by her own mother, Imhotep's cultist, and adopted young Changeling. He also introduced her to a werewolf of the same age, Joshua, wanting her to have day-walking loyal friends wo she won't be alone. Later on they started dating, and in return Monica tried her best to represent Charlie to Gilnda in the best way possible. Glinda, Charlie and Monica quickly started to live together, Charlie tried to keep peaceful relationships between changelings and vampires/mages (or better say not making it worse).In the end, mages, vampires and Glinda united to destroy the old spirit without harming changeling. And Charlie, Glinda and their newly created chimera Jeff (who they consider to be their son) located Imhotep. Stole his power jars (I'm too tired to phrase it not in a silly way, but think of Baldur's Gate 3 quest with a mummy), destroyed most of them and watched Imhotep's army of ghosts destroying his body. Charlie offered the fame for killing Imhotep to another Settite leader, Manon, and in return she joined the ritual of the spirit's killing. Charlie knew that mummies are immortal, sooner or later he will come back, so he and Glinda dedicated their lives to the searching of the way to permanently trap Imhotep's soul and prevent him from stealing lives again. They lived +/- 6 more years in New Orleans (but traveled a lot), and then left to Egypt. Glinda stopped aging, gaining a lot of energy from their constant adventures and, possibly, connection with her true love. Monica, however, lived normal human life, forgetting she was a changeling once. She married Joshua and became a writer under the nickname Little Spider. Charlie made sure to collect savings for her, got her home, and the old Monica's home became a freehold for the new Balors. Ofcourse A LOT things happened in the game. And Charlie's story goes beyond one game, he have a lot of adventures in my imagination. But I hope that's enough..for the start! Some of the characters I managed to draw. I was so charmed by Glinda I just draw her most of the time haha

Dragon (Gregory Dequir) and Imhotep

Jeffrey

More finished arts for this game -> here Gangrel line up by @fj0rge -> here Nosferatu line up by @fj0rge -> here Veronica's references by @maria-ruta -> here and here and more Veronica here

More characters drawing by Ruta -> Jake(brujah) Jack(Gangrel) (Veronica has a J boyfriend collection) and silly guys Sad Charlie and Veronica comics by Ruta -> here

Thank you for reading!

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wolfgang1097 · 29 days ago

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Halloween Chaos

What's up folks? It's me, Ari. In honor of tonight's spooky holiday, I want to share a little bit of a crossover with y'all:

(Sorry I didn't use any color; I'm running out of paint. Don't worry, when I get more paint, I'll get this colored and post a colored version and monochrome version in future (possibly for next year along with something else).)

Anybody remember Witch's Night Out? As you can see here, the witch herself is in the background chillin' in somebody's lawnchair as she watches White Spy (as a werewolf), Black Spy (as a vampire), and Phil (as a Frankenstein monster) make absolute fools of themselves because Halloween is a holiday where everybody gets to cut loose for once during the year and be whatever or whoever they want, just as she (the witch) intended. This time, the witch has a wand bag on her to make sure some rat doesn't steal her magic wand again just like that one time.

You may be wondering why I drew Black Spy, White Spy, and Phil the way they are. Well, wolves are part of the canine family (including werewolves, technically) and we all know White is a dog person. Black is apparently insanely comfortable with the supernatural (*cough*For Whom the Belle's Toad*cough*), not to mention that he even incorporated vampirism into at least a couple of his schemes. Yes, I did draw Black in his outfit he wore in the paperback strip "Pearl-1 Hit-2," but this time he has his actual pearl pin, has his hair slicked back, and is donning a black cape. As for Phil, he is stronger than both Black Spy and White Spy despite his tall, skinny, and lanky appearance. Apparently, he wanted to be a Frankenstein monster anyway, and he probably said it right just like Bazooey did.

Anyway, hope y'all like this. Happy Halloween. Peace.

I do not claim ownership of any content. Anytown's Witch's Night Out belongs to Leach/Rankin Productions and Jonathan Rogers. Spy vs. Spy belongs to the defunct MAD magazine and Antonio Prohias. Phillip "Phil" Dengler belongs to me.

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lemon-sugarcoats-nothing · 3 months ago

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I'm curious mod why is Kodiak's emoji a wolf? if you don't mind me asking unless it's related to some future plot point that's spoilers.

So this isn't a plot spoiler, but more lore about his history as a character in constant development!

I've stated before on this blog that these characters are actually AU versions of an Undertale and anime inspired roleplay chat log that Mocha and I had going for several years. We had over a hundred (either almost 200 or almost 300) characters of varying story importance. They were almost all creatures that were mostly humanoid but had some animal or plant or some kind of other-worldly bits and pieces to them. Humans coexisted with them as well. Almost every single one of our cast of characters came from that roleplay.

Those characters being;

Cinna, Sanori (named sanosuke), Xanaria (named Xania), Elizabeth, Koro and Sankoro, Kira, Luna, Virgil, Nexa, Jaysir (named Jason), Zora and Zayden, Chilli (named Tom)- On Mocha's blog, the other boyfriend characters for Cinna were from a different existing story she had going on with someone else but she can tell you more about that.

And on mine - Lemon (their name changed along with whatever I had been going by at the time, so Lynn/Lemon/Loki were all used at different points.), Lucious, Kai, Kodiak, Sadi(e), Nightshade, For the askable characters. And for the non-askable characters that have appeared, Citron and Midnight are pony versions of Loki's unnamed deadbeat father and Dori.

HOWEVER, we had a separate chat roleplay log that was pony versions of those main characters and so some were created into that roleplay. Once we dropped off of that roleplay, we were still fixated on our pony versions of our characters and so we started the blogs. The story of the roleplay was quite a bit different from these blogs, and Initially Mocha had started hers before we realized that because my characters have always been played by me, this was a two-man-job.

Mocha made Alistor within pony AU roleplay, and was swiftly inserted into the main roleplay where I played him (because balance). he was made a scary lookin human and for reasons, a lot of his story was changed and further developed there and then became his new Pony story when we started the blogs. Because his character changed so much from story changes and from character development from plot on my end, Mocha transferred ownership over lol

This sounds complicated and confusing, but you'd be surprised that this kind of character shifting happened to every character in our cast. We have been working on them for 5+ years lol

Other characters, such as Sagi, the descendants, etc. were created as part of the blog (or if they existed beforehand, were not part of the Pony roleplay we had going on.) or were cannon characters changed for the AU (i.e. Twilight, discord, Sunny, etc.)

All of this context is to say -

In that original roleplay, Kodiak was actually what we called "Werewolf". Which, started more as traditional werewolf but he had ears and tail all the time, and just went full wolf on the full moon - And then later after a few reboots and forgetting our own creature lore, werewolves became more of "they can turn into wolves at will and have some more animalistic habits like growling, fangs and lean more carnivorous". They also then had more social communities designed after the stereotypical and scientifically inaccurate wolf hierarchy. He was also known to be very intimidating naturally, with a dark air around him - as did all of his kids, especially Kai.

As a pony, I still try to draw him kinda wolflike in how his mane is kept but most of it was lost in pony land and instead he's just very small part Umbrum. Still, as a tribute to the character he used to be, I used the wolf emoji when picking what emojis for my different characters.

That was super long winded, so im sorry if that was hard to get through! I just hope that thoroughly answers your question :]

-Mod Bee 🐝

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mymoodwriting · 3 months ago

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Omega!Reader x Werewolf!NCT

Genre: A/B/O

Warning: Magic, Blood Magic, Knives, Incantations, Nomad Travel, Fire, Kidnapping, Soul Damage, Amnesia

Words: 3.3K

Chapter Seven

(Prev//Next) (@peanutpinet @starillusion13)

Prompt: By removing the weakest link, werewolves were able to grow far more powerful than anyone could ever imagine. They lived in peace knowing they were top of the food chain. That is until a certain pack made an unbelievable discovery, causing them to question their past, present, and future. Omegas aren’t supposed to exist anymore, but they couldn’t deny the fact they had found one.

“Y/n, snap out of it!”

Yuta was shaking you, trying not to be so aggressive. He was terrified, and the bond wasn’t providing much comfort. Besides the physical pain he couldn’t feel much else from you, as if you weren’t truly awake. If that was the case then he needed to try something else. Without hesitation Yuta leaned in for a kiss, holding you close and hoping such an intimate action could bring you back to him. For a moment he could forget why he was kissing you, that is until you shoved him away.

“Yuta, what are you-”

Your own words were cut short as you felt this pain in your arms, becoming aware of all the blood on you. Panic started to overtake you, but Yuta was trying to calm you. He took your head in his hands.

“Look at me, look at me, you’re okay, you’re okay, let’s go clean you up.”

You could only offer a subtle nod, still paralyzed in fear. You could tell Yuta was trying to be calm for the both of you, but this whole situation was worrisome. As you tried to stand you wound up slipping, the floor wet with your blood and muddy. Now that you were face to face with the symbols on the ground you knew what they were, and what had happened. You didn’t voice your revelation, unable at the moment. Yuta got you back on your feet and took you into the house. By now others had woken up, the smell of blood now very prevalent in the house.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know.”

Yuta had taken you into one of the bathrooms on the first floor, getting you in the tub and starting to wash the blood off of you. Of course he didn’t have answers, and all the stares turned to you. This whole time you had been quiet but you had to speak up.

“Y/n…?”

“I… my master possessed me…”

“Excuse me?” Johnny questioned. “He did what!?”

“I was asleep so it wasn’t… bad… but-”

“Does that mean they found us?” Jungwoo suddenly asked. “We should be getting out of here.”

“No, no, possession is different. He doesn’t need to know my location, just have a strong connection with me, or use objects that are meaningful to me in order to inhabit my body.”

“The protective barrier is still up.” Taeyong mentioned. “And it’s dark out, so possessing you doesn’t give him any information about our location.”

“Which is why he was trying to break it… through me…”

“He didn’t manage though.”

“But he might have done something else… I don’t know how long he had control of me.”

“Then it’s best we leave this place.” Kun stated. “One way or another, we’ve likely been compromised.”

“I’m compromised.” You admitted. “I didn’t think he’d go as far as possessing me to find me…”

“Are you alright?” Doyoung asked. “I can’t imagine doing such a thing wouldn’t leave discomfort.”

“I’m okay… but he could do it… and I don’t think I could fight him…”

“There should be a spell in my book that can prevent that.” Taeyong said. “So it shouldn’t be a problem. Although I’ll need to cast another cloaking spell to-”

“Taeyong, you need to stop.” You cut in. “You’re not a witch, you can’t keep doing magic. I don’t even know where you got a spell book from, but you keep hurting yourself. The barrier spell you cast made you extremely ill.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not. Witches have magic in their veins, they draw power from the world around them, you only draw from yourself. As a werewolf you have power, but it’s not enough for such spells, you’re practically drawing from your own life force, you could get yourself killed!”

“And what would the alternative be? You think we could outrun witches on our own?”

“You could ask for help… the more who participate in a spell… the less of a burden you’d take on… that’s why covens are so powerful, the witches share power and protect one another. Just cause you’re the pack leader doesn’t mean you should take on all the responsibility… doing magic like that will only get you killed.”

Taeyong sighed. “And what would you suggest since you’re clearly an expert on witches and magic.”

“Uh… well, I can show you how to include others when you do magic… and I think there’s a different cloaking spell we could try… as for me… I need to cast my own anti-possession spell.”

“You can’t-”

“It doesn’t really work any other way.”

“Fine. Just clean yourself up, we’ll get back to this subject later.”

The others left, leaving you alone with Yuta once more. You had certainly been brave to talk back to Taeyong in such a manner, and now the nerves were hitting you. Speaking to your alpha like that could lead to trouble.

“You’re alright.” Yuta chuckled, sensing your distress. “You said what we were all thinking.”

“Did I?”

“We’re werewolves, yet he’s over here doing magic like some witch. It has helped us in the past, but it clearly hasn’t been good for him, especially that barrier spell. I guess he needed to hear it from our omega to listen, so thanks.”

“I guess…”

“So you learned all that stuff about magic from your coven, right?”

“Yeah, we’re taught young and learn alongside our master. Understanding the fundamentals of magic is important, as a familiar we’re a source of power for them too, so we should know what our title entails.”

“Did they ever hurt you?”

“Uh… well the branding mark from our master tends to hurt at first, but other than that, not really. Drawing magic from a familiar is a rather painless process.”

“I suppose that’s good. I don’t want to know they hurt you.”

Yuta finished cleaning you up, noting that you were healing, so you’d be alright. He went off to get you some clean clothes, wanting you to stay close. Everyone was awake and moving around the house, packing up their things and getting ready to move. You wanted to find Taeyong and get this spell book from him. He seemed a bit reluctant to hand it to you, but you were just trying to help. While everyone else was busy you skimmed through the book, looking for an anti-possession spell, as well as a cloaking one. You looked around the kitchen for ingredients, gathering everything you needed.

“Okay, since we’re gonna travel, it’s best to do an individual cloaking spell on everyone.”

“That sounds complicated.” Jaemin said.

“It’s actually not. I just need everyone to put some of their blood in the bowl, and we can all do the spell. We’ll all probably feel weird for a moment but that’s normal.”

The others followed your instructions, cutting their palms and placing some drops of blood into the bowl you had set out. You went over the spell with them, and then you began the incantation. Taeyong had wanted to take the lead but you told him you’d need him strong for something else. You set the bowl on fire, adding in a few items and everyone held hands, following you through the spell. When it ended the flames dispersed, cinching some clothes, but everyone was okay. To test things out you did a little locator spell with a map, trying to track a few of the boys but you got no results.

“You really are a witches’ familia.” Jaehyun commented. “Good job.”

“Thanks. Now for the hard part…”

“Show me the anti-possession spell.” Taeyong ordered.

“I still have to do it myself.” You turned the page. “It can’t be casted on me.”

“Why not?”

“Cause whoever casts it is unaffected. You could cast it but still be able to possess me. By doing it myself it guarantees no one else can possess me.”

“How do you-”

“Don’t you think witches cast anti-possession spells on their familiars?”

“Ah, right…”

“I’ll be fine. I just… I’m gonna be out for a while…”

“How long?”

“Just a few hours.”

“And you’ll be okay?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll carry you.” Yuta assured. “So don’t worry.”

“I know.”

You gathered a few more things and did a new spell. You certainly felt a bit off given the previous incantation, but you needed to do this one too. It was a little more complicated as you had to burn some herbs and then eat them, but you assured the others you were okay. You cut your hand once more and spilled your blood and then began the spell. It created some discomfort, but it was a sensation you were familiar with. When you finished you collapsed, Yuta catching you in his arms.

“… thanks…”

At least you had the strength to do one more thing before passing out. Everyone was a bit confused, but Yuta could understand your intentions. You had shifted, making yourself smaller and easier to carry. He picked you up, pretty much swinging you across his shoulders and carrying you like a scarf. It was kinda cute, but they didn’t have time to go around and pet you, they had to move.

♥♥♥♥♥

“Where are we even going?”

“I’m not sure.” Taeyong admitted. “But as long as we stick together I’m certain we’ll be alright.”

You remained unconscious until sunrise, a bit startled by your position but Yuta let you get down with ease. You ran around a bit and stretched before shifting back, joining the others. You insisted on carrying your own items, but Yuta refused to hand them over.

“Come on, you were also carrying me, you must be exhausted.”

“I’m fine.”

“Give it.”

“No.”

“Ugh, fine. Hand it over when you’re tired.”

“Maybe.”

You all stuck to the forest for most of the morning, making a few stops here and there. It was like a nice little trip, but no destination in mind. There were some things to scavenge for food, but also some nearby civilizations to get food from. You spent a whole day on the move before it was decided to set up camp for the night. It was nice to sleep under the stars all together. Although it wasn’t easy for you to just fall asleep. Your sleeping bag had been set out next to Yuta, but once you were sure he was asleep you carefully got up, going over to Taeyong.

“… hey… are you awake?”

“Hm?”

Taeyong smiled and let out a low chuckle, opening his eyes and giving you a questioning look. He knew you wanted to talk so he got up, the two of you stepping away from the group for a little bit.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

“What is it?”

“I know we’re kinda just on the move here but I know of this place… it’s where witches gather when they don’t have a coven, or were cast out from their home.”

“That sounds dangerous.”

“I know, but they might be able to help us, or at least give us real options here. Wolves aren’t really meant to travel around, but have their own territories.”

“And their own cubs to protect.”

“Taeyong.” You hissed, feeling your face burn. “I’m being serious here.”

“Me too, but I understand what you’re talking about. I’m sure the cloaking spell isn’t forever, and it’s only right for us to have a place to call home.” Taeyong sighed. “We can talk about this with the others in the morning, but we both need to get some sleep. Come on, let’s go back.”

In the morning you made a note of the location for Taeyong. It wasn’t exact, but he understood. Exiled witches certainly had to be careful when meeting, but there were places that existed for them to congregate. You were on the move again as soon as the sun peeked over the horizon, but Taeyong wanted everyone to eat before talking about this possible trip. You walked side by side with Yuta, holding hands and trying not to think about everything else going on. If you stayed in the moment, it was easier to get by. That is until you suddenly felt dizzy, stumbling in your steps.

“Woah, woah, I got you.” Yuta sat you down by a tree. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know…”

“It was the magic.” Renjun commented. “You did a lot of spells the other day.”

“If it was that this should have hit me sooner…”

“Hm, you’re not sick.” Yuta checked your temperature. “Did you sleep okay last night?”

“Kinda… but-”

Your words were cut short as a ringing sound filled your head. You reached up to cover your ears, but that did little to help you. When you glanced at the others you could see they were also in a similar position as you. Then you watched as the area around you became engulfed in flames. Panic started to build, and then you felt a hand on your shoulder, providing you with clarity. You slowly looked over, seeing Seungcheol kneeling down at your side.

“… master… how did you… find us…”

“My magic is in your veins, you think I wouldn’t be able to track it once it was used? You can’t really cloak that.”

“…”

“I’m sorry I let you get taken from me. It won’t-”

“No, no, stop it! This isn’t what you think!”

“What are you-”

Seungcheol couldn’t understand your pleas, but then he saw it. He reached over and pulled your shirt collar aside, revealing the bite mark. You tried to hide it but he wouldn’t let you, anger starting to appear in his eyes.

“Who did this to you?”

“…”

“Y/n.”

You couldn’t look him in the eyes, and that just aggravated him all the more. Instead he attacked the nearest wolf with fire, causing you to scream.

“Don’t hurt them!”

“They hurt you!”

“Enough!”

A loud voice filled the air, seeming to silence everything and everyone. The boys began to regain their sense as the ringing sound ceased, but they were still majorly disoriented. You looked around for the source, although you noticed four silhouettes beyond the fire, probably witches maintaining the flames. Then you saw three figures walking towards you and Seungcheol, stepping through the fire without issue. Your eyes went wide when you recognized the elders, quickly falling to your knees and lowering your head. You of all people had no business facing the elders, and you were certainly afraid.

“What seems to be the problem?” Onew asked.

“They… one of them marked her.” Seungcheol responded. “She won’t tell me who.”

“There are other means of discovering that.”

You suddenly felt a pain in your chest, screaming and curling up on the ground. Seungcheol was about to ask why such a thing was necessary but then he noticed Yuta screaming as well. Magic was used to bring over the boy, having him kneel down before the trio. The pain stopped and you could breath, Seungcheol tending to you for a moment.

“The guilty party.” Key scoffed. “I’m rather amazed the bite took. You don’t see something like that anymore.”

“What do we do now?” Seungcheol asked. “They’re bonded and-”

“Simple. We break it.”

“What!? Won’t-”

“It’s fine. Neither will have any recollection of such a thing.”

“… no…” You cried weakly. “… please… please…”

“It’s okay.” Seungcheol assured. “Everything is going to be alright.”

You were pulled up onto your knees, trying not to let the tears flow. You felt someone grab your chin, forced to meet the gaze of one of the elders.

“It’s alright little one, this will only hurt for a moment.”

“… please… don’t… I don’t…”

“Sh, just relax.”

The hand on your chin moved over to your shoulder, right over your mark. You felt a small tingling sensation, and then it grew in a burning pain. A scream was ripped from your throat, but you couldn’t get away, paralyzed in agony. Tears blurred your vision, and you found it difficult to breathe. You couldn’t describe the ache you felt in your chest, and you could barely make out the screams of the boy next to you. When it ended you couldn’t tell, the visceral pain lingering as you floated through it. You collapsed into Seungcheol’s arms, breathless sobs being choked out.

Seungcheol examined your shoulder, seeing that the bite mark was gone, but the area seemed darker than before. Still, he knew you were suffering, and he couldn’t let it go on. He placed a kiss on your head and then put you to sleep, using his magic to ease your pain. While he was at it he turned you into a cub and held you closely in his arms, worried about what the future would hold. Of course it was hard for the wolves to ignore the suffering of their own. Hearing you and Yuta screaming snapped them out of their daze. Now they were all growling at the witches, a few trying to get close to Yuta. One of the elders tossed him closer to his packmates, letting them tend to their injured.

“You won’t get away with this.” Taeyong snarled. “I’m going to kill all of you!”

“I doubt that given you won’t remember any grievances.” Minho stated. “I’d prefer to kill you, but as a favor for an old friend we’ll show mercy.”

“You won’t get any in return.”

“If you say so. While on the subject you should also be informed that your previous pack has chosen to cast you out for your actions. You can remain as nomads and find a new place to call home, all on your own. I’m sure you’ll be happy to start over.”

“Fuck you!”

“Let’s not meet again.”

♥♥♥♥♥

You inhaled sharply as you regained consciousness, snuggling against your pillow and blanket before opening your eyes. You were met with a familiar room, a sense of calm and peace spreading throughout.

“Are you finally awake?”

You glanced over to see Seungcheol entering the room with a tray of food. You happily sat up, although he told you to take it easy.

“How long was I out for?”

“Quite a while, you had me worried.”

“Sorry…”

“There’s no need to apologize. I’m sure I worried you too, but I assure you I’m fine.”

“I should have done better to protect you…”

“Dealing with hunters is always complicated, you know that.”

“Yeah…”

“What matters is that we’re both home, safe and sound. Someone has been waiting for you to wake up too.”

“Hm?”

Seungcheol gestured to the other side of the bed. You leaned over and glanced down, seeing a very familiar wolf curled up on the floor, sleeping peacefully.

“Seokmin…”

“He’s been by your side since you got here. He’s a very good mate.”

“Yeah…”

“You should eat and gather your strength. The others have been waiting to see you too.”

“Okay.”

You weren’t all that hungry, but knew you still needed to eat. Apparently you had been too loud as you suddenly heard some whimpers and looked over to see Seokmin up on his hind legs, trying to steal some of your food. You giggled and pet his head, letting him have the rest. You looked yourself over real quick, not seeing any major injuries, before shifting and following Seokmin outside. The fresh air and sunlight were very comforting. This was home, and you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

You went along with Seokmin to find the other familiars, wanting to say hello and catch up on what you’ve missed. You were happy to see them all, but deep in your chest you felt something off, something wrong. It’s like there was this pit in your chest and you didn’t know why. It kinda hurt, and you hadn’t noticed any tears until Seokmin was whimpering and licking at your face. There was no reason to be sad, you had to remind yourself of that. It was probably just some lingering feelings of inadequacy from not being able to protect your master. The feeling would likely pass, so for now you should just focus on the good things before you. This was where you belonged, and where you were happy to be.

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dufferpuffer · 4 months ago

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OKOKOK

I read your post on Remadora yesterday and stumbled on this today on instagram https://www.instagram.com/p/C-S1DTwq6dZ/?igsh=cHRtcTEyMXYxbDht

IT JUST WORKS SO WELL WITH WHAT YOU SAID. I am a sucker for Remadora (and Snupin). What you wrote about them is so true. Please tell me more 🥹

that is such a sweet little comic there's my man, there he is!! He'd need a drink after doing that... I cant stop laughing though the last picture gives this energy

IDK what to say, so I'm gonna Remadora ramble, aight? B^) I actually like how their relationship in the books progressed - but is only glimpsed at. It's nice when romance takes back seat. Their relationship issues felt grounded and adult - when even most adult media has romance feeling immature.

Harry wouldn't have been able to understand what was going on with them anyway. He didn't even suspect it, when all the adults were dealing with it all the time. He was a kid. It's a good reminder of his immaturity that he didn't pick up on it until Tonks was literally grabbing Remus by the robes and shouting her love at him.

I don't wanna too personal on here, I guess... but I like how Remus reacts to Tonks' love. Having lived that - twice - I suspect the author has lived it too. I have two boyfriends, both of them are older than me (9yrs and 17yrs older) and love was scary for them!!! The societal prejudice we have faced adds more pressure on them as the older males... and they aren't even werewolves, or pariahs. Positive representation really does feel nice, yknow?

That makes the tragedy of Remadora hurt so much more. I like that HP isn't a story that pulls its punches. That it's not a narrative about fixing a broken world, just surviving it. But so much about the way HP ended... feels hollow. Like quickly tying up all the threads without much thought to the themes.

I am a firm believer that Tonks should have lived. Remus can die - as much as that hurts my soul - to tie up the 'previous generation'. He shouldn't be the only one to survive, thematically. If anyone that should be Severus. If Teddy was supposed to be a mirror to Harry, but gets to live in a more hopeful future with a huge family... that should have been shown in the Epilogue. But it wasn't. He is brushed over.

Tonks' story would be phenomenal: a young widow who chased a doomed love that changed her, who will make a better world for others like her husband in his memory... A talented mother balancing a tough career and her son. The last Black - who rejects the name. The widow of a werewolf. Teddy, who grows up so much like his mother - with a complex connection to a father who is both a hero and a monster... who ran off and died rather than survive with them. His mother's love protects him, but its his father he years to understand.

I just think??? That's wonderful??? And it's such a fucking waste to kill her off for... what??? Just to make an orphan to ignore???

Tonks herself is fine. I like her. She doesn't interest me heaps, she feels custom-fit to Remus... and I suffer from cishet-woman syndrome of obsessing over men because horny. Oopsy. But LIVING would make her amazing. Remus wouldn't DEFINE her - but it'd show how worthwhile his love was to her life, that she keeps living it as a wolf rather than a rabbit. As it stands... Remus' fear that he is bad, that nobody should know him or love him, came true.

#hp #remus lupin #love you remus #remus my beloved #remadora #nymphadora tonks

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sunnyie-eve · 5 months ago

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35 | It's Him

Series: Indispensable | Teen Wolf

Paring: (Stiles Stilinski x OFC Martin)

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Kidnapping

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The next day Julia went to Scott's hoping Melissa could help her. She would be with Lydia but she lied saying she was doing better and that she could continue with her plans for the day. "Julia?" Melissa was confused to see her since everyone was told she went through something and needed time

"I need your help."

"With what sweetie?" Melissa lets her in.

"We all know that Stiles isn't him true self, but how do we forget about somethings when we look at him when he's normal again?" She sits down in the couch.

"I guess we have to remember that he had no control. Something evil was in him and the Stiles we know would never do such things." Melissa explains, "Does this have to do with whatever happened yesterday?" She asks.

"Yeah... I feel like when we do get Stiles back it might be weird for a bit." Julia plays with her hands.

"That might be true for you but remember whatever happened Stiles would never do such a thing. I can tell he really cares about you. He could never hurt you intentionally." Melissa smiles, "Don't let this void get the satisfaction of messing up you and Stiles in the future. It's what he feeds off of. Don't show fear. You're a strong girl."

Julia nods her head, "You're right."

Lydia ends up showing up with Aiden carrying an unconscious Stiles into the living room and place him on the couch. Deaton, Melissa, Lydia, and Julia follow behind. Melissa implores them to take Stiles to the hospital but Scott reminds her of the last time he was in the hospital. Deaton checks his wound and says he seems to be healing the way the werewolves do.

Aiden wants to kill Stiles, barring that, he suggests they tie him down with really big chains. Deaton says he has something more effective. He produces a brown bottle of liquid from his doctor's bag. As Scott and Aiden hold Stiles' mouth open, Deaton places a few drops of the liquid on his tongue. Stiles awakes with a start and grabs Aiden around the throat. Slowly his grip loosens and he realizes that Deaton has slipped him paralyzing Kanima venom.

Aiden is pissed growling at Stiles but the Nogitsune just issues a veiled threat about how twins get a feeling when one of them is in pain and says he hopes the twins didn't lose that talent too. He then tells him that Ethan is at the school implying that he is in danger.

Scott tells Aiden to go then Stiles says he likes the twins because of their short tempers and homicidal tendencies. He says they are a lot more fun that Scott, who he calls a bakemono, trying to save the world all the time. Melissa asks if Deaton brought something to paralyze his mouth too so he places black gaffers tape over Stiles mouth.

Void shouts before laughing with the tape on his mouth looking over at Julia, who Lydia was squeezing her hand to comfort her, "Let go into the other room." Lydia tugs her.

"I'm okay here." Julia lets go of her hand so Julia watches him while Deaton talked to Scott and Lydia in the kitchen and Melissa went to get something to clean Stiles cut.

After cleaning his wound Melissa leaves to join the others while Julia stays with Stiles still. He starts to cry but she doesn't fall for it pissing him off, "Can't fool me. I told you I can tell by the eyes and seeing that's all you got..." She chuckles, "Forget it."

He glares at her so she takes the tape off him, "You seem a bit cold today." He smirks, "Did you lose a bit of yourself yesterday?" She slaps him across the face which the whole household heard so they go to check on her.

"Maybe I did? Maybe I didn't but you won't get the satisfaction of knowing shit. You won't get know if you succeed ruining our friendship because you won't be around to see. So fuck you." She puts the tape back on his mouth turning around to see the others, "I'm good." She smiles leaving the room.

When Peter arrives he says Stiles doesn't look like he would survive a slap across the face and certainly not the bite of a werewolf. "Actually he did." Julia raises her hand, "The slap part. A hard one at that too."

Peter goes to tell them that they're looking at it wrong; it's a war of the mind not the body. So they come up with going into Stiles mind to find him but someone had to go in with Scott looking at the sisters. Lydia and Julia bicker about who was to go in but Julia wins in the end.

Scott and Julia end up being strapped boing in beds at the Eichen house. Julia knew it was impossible to get out but she huffs seeing Scott struggle, "Dude, you're a werewolf."

"We're in Stiles head."

"And you have supernatural strength so use it." She tells him so he breaks free then helps her.

"What now?" He asks her as he stands up.

"How would I know? I've never been inside someone's head, Scott." She gives him a look.

"Well you normally know things so sorry for asking. Just stay behind me." He walks towards the door and soon as he was out the door slams shut leaving Julia alone but she tries not to freak out.

Turning around the room was completely was empty before it started to snow causing her to look up. As she slowly blinks she finds herself alone in the woods surrounded by pure white trees and ground. The snowfall had already covered up her tracks back towards the cabin. Hearing the sound of snow crunching she turns around to see the Nogitsune slowly approaching her causing her freeze in place.

Back in the real world Lydia points out Julia's nose bleeding so Peter walks over to her, "What's happening?" Melissa asks getting worried.

"What is happing to her?" Lydia asks, "Peter?" She looks at him while he grabs Julia's face

"Julia, can you hear me? Julia, you're stronger than this. Okay, you need to concentrate. Julia, come on." Peter tries, "JULIA!" He shouts which makes her snap out of her fear in Stiles mind.

She covers her ears before running away towards the cliff in the distance as she rushes off she ends up in a complete empty white room seeing Stiles and the Nogitsune sitting on the nemeton in the distance. Scott joins her once he sees her then what she was looking at.

The two run to get to them but no matter how much they ran they never got any closer to the two nor did Stiles hear them yelling for him. As Scott shout Julia thinks of something that might work, "He's part of the pack. He's human but he's still part of the pack."

"Yeah..."

"How do wolves signal their location to the rest of the pack?" She smiles looking over at Stiles and Scott catches on letting out a howl that gets Stiles attention.

When Julia and Scott snap back to reality Scott was wondering if it worked but Peter drags Lydia off till Stiles begins to cough. He rips the tape from his mouth and begins to vomit a long strand of gauze bandage until there is a sizable pile on the floor. Suddenly black smoke issues forth and a hand reaches out of the gauze; it appeared to be the bandaged hand of the Nogitsune. Stiles watches in horror as the figure crawls out of the bandage covered floor until it is fully formed. The figure lunges forward and Scott and Peter rush to hold him down but Julia senses something.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Julia shouts before arms are wrapped around her and she's dragged out of the house.

With everyone paying attention to what was going on no one realized Julia was gone until it was too late. "Scott." Deaton says getting everyone's attention to show the front door open.

Scott look around the room, "Where did they go?" He asks before Scott outside shouting Julia's name.

While Stiles sat alone on the couch the others talk about how do they know that this is actually Stiles and not Void.

"It's Stiles, guys. Why would the Nogitsune be here and Stiles kidnap Julia? We all know that he has a thing for kidnapping her." Lydia tells the group before looking over at Stiles.

Stiles ends up in Scott's room laying on the bed waiting for Melissa to check up on him and have Noshiko showed up with the Oni. While laying there everything floods his mind about everything that has happened to Julia. It was burned into his brain. He wish he could've taken control to get through to make sure it didn't happen. He couldn't live with himself knowing what Void did to Julia with his body.

"Stiles?" Lydia knocks on the door so he looks over at her opening the door, "Just wanted to check up on you. I know if Julia was here it's something she would do." She enters the room.

"I'm sorry." He tells her.

"You have nothing to apologize about or for. You didn't do anything to her. Even the last thing that happened before this." She takes a seat at the end of the bed.

"Nothing is going to be the same between us. It was my face each time she saw." He explains to her.

"Nothing is going to change because she knew it wasn't you. She knows you could never do such a thing to her. Trust me."

When Melissa checks him she said he's pretty normal but he was still scared deep down. Then when Noshiko showed up with the Oni, Kira ended up rushing in telling her mom to stop but it was too late. Two Oni appear in the living room and quickly grabbing the back of Stiles' neck. The demon's eyes glow firefly yellow and they let go. The Oni vanish as Stiles falls to the ground with the kanji for self burned into his neck. Noshiko explains that it is too close to dawn now for the Oni to find the Nogitsune and they won't be active until tomorrow night.

"Can they kill him?" Stiles asks her.

"It depends on how strong he is." She tells him.

"What about Julia? Why would he take her again?" Scott asks.

"He would only take her for an advantage."

"I doubt that's they only reason..." Stiles sighs hoping she was okay but in reality she was losing her mind.

Where ever Void had taken them the echo's of past screaming and cries where killing her. They just wouldn't stop as she paced up and down a dark damp walkway.

"Can you hear them?" Void asks walking towards her, "Louder than usual, isn't it? That's because a lot of bad things happened down here." He keeps making his way towards she so she backed away quickly.

"Leave me alone."

"What are the voices telling you? Are they saying that Stiles is dying?" He ask still following her.

"Stop it!" She begs him.

"He is, you know. He's dying."

"SHUT UP!" She runs away hitting a dead end causing her to break down jerking on the bars wanting away. The sound of him chuckling behind her makes her cry more, "What do you want from me?"

"For you to scream."

"No because I know what that means for my friends." She turns around to look at him.

"Oh, but you will unfortunately." He tucks her hair behind her ear,

Later once it was clear Stiles was himself, he Scott and Lydia go to the station. As Noah was looking for his keys, Stiles speaks up telling him where they were. Noah looks at the two and they nod their heads as both embraced each other. Noah wanted to know if it was over and Scott tells him not yet.

"Wait, where is Julia?" Noah takes notice she wasn't there with them so Scott ends up catching Noah up on what happened earlier. Noah was trying to wrap his head around the current situation, wondering what the Nogitsune would need with a Banshee. Stiles speculates that perhaps he needs her talent to find a dead body.

"Okay, if that's the case he could've taken me but no he made sure to take Julia once again. She was the farthest from him while I was closer to him." Lydia points out.

Noah turns to Scott saying he got the whole story from Noshiko. This seemed to trigger Stiles as Lydia sees him think for a minute before telling them about Meredith at Eichen House.

At Scott's place Stiles was getting some rest while the other two keep an eye on him while everyone else did what they were supposed to do. Stiles wakes up panicking startling the two so Scott runs in to reassure him, he won't let him out of his sight. Scott tells him that Noah is questioning everyone at Eichen House about Meredith and everyone else is out looking for Julia.

"Stiles, you look like you're freezing." Lydia says as he puts on his jacket explaining that he just can't seem to get warm.

When Scott touches Stiles hand, his werewolf pain absorption ability kicks in automatically. Stiles says it's not really pain, more like a dull ache all over, but the two knew he was lying. Scott gets a call from Kira and explains that Meredith is at school making them leave the house.

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Fics that I read the last weeks, that are Per-fect!

Some fics that I have read recently and that I liked and can recommend.

Marvel Fandom

1. A Year in the Life of Sarge's Person by BlueSimplicity

A Year in the Life of Sarge's Person - Chapter 1 - BlueSimplicity - Captain America (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

This is the tale of a year in the life of Sarge’s person, AKA James Buchanan Barnes, as he tries to recover from everything that’s happened to him over the past eighty years. During that time, he is forced to deal with bad therapists, people with their own agendas, memories he doesn’t want, horrible losses from his past and almost insurmountable odds.

But this is also the story of all the crazy people Bucky meets along the way, who help him when he’s at his lowest, point him in the right direction when he feels lost, make him laugh, grow to love him for who he is, and most importantly, give him hope when he needs it most.

It’s a long and difficult journey, as Bucky works not just to let go of his past, but to also rebuild his own identity and a future for himself. And with Sarge at his side, Bucky slowly comes to realize that not everything he once loved is lost, and if he can just have enough faith in himself and those around him, he might, just might, get his very own happy ending.

Bucky IS Sarge’s person after all. As the once abandoned puppy Bucky saved one night from freezing to death, he knows, more than anyone, just how much Bucky deserves it.

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Main Ship: Steve Rogers/James “Bucky” Barnes

Oh my, I loved this so so much!

I love fics that involve dogs (or animals). Bucky has a horrible therapist at the beginning, but not later on. His character development is so beautifully written, from the mechanical Winter Soldier to Bucky Barnes. The supporting characters are also great and not existing characters from the Marvel Universe but original characters from the author. Loved it!

2. The Trials and Tribulations of the Watermelon Werewolf by BlueSimplicity

The Trials and Tribulations of the Watermelon Werewolf - Chapter 1 - BlueSimplicity - Captain America (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

It’s not easy being a werewolf, but Steve Rogers knows he’s lucky. Lehigh's doing well under his care, the humans and werewolves thriving. He doesn't have a mate, but a bonding like that is rare, and with all the members of his Pack already mated, he knows it’s not going to happen for him.

Until the day it does, the realization literally knocking him on his ass.

That’s fine; he can deal. He’s an alpha after all, and while there are rules to courting when one’s mate is human, he knows he can prove his worth. Except no one told him how hard it would be. And Steve is really bad at this. Really, REALLY bad.

After a couple of rough years, Bucky Barnes is back on his feet and ready to start a new phase of his life. He’s been given a second chance and while Lehigh might not be as big as NYC, he loves his apartment, chonk of a cat, new job and crazy neighbors.

Except things have started to get weird. Maybe it’s because of all the werewolves in town, although he’s never had a problem before. Yet he can’t help but notice things have changed, with people staring at him wherever he goes, asking him strange questions, and stealing his lunch.

And it all started when a watermelon was left on his doorstep.

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Main Ship: Steve Rogers/James “Bucky” Barnes

I liked the worldbuilding so much! Rarely read such a cool werewolf fic. Steve doesn't appear in the first few chapters because we get to know Bucky first. I loved it so much, I read it so quickly. Definitely worth reading!

3. Empire by Isnt_it_pretty_to_think_so

Empire - Chapter 1 - Isnt_it_pretty_to_think_so - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

Natasha and Steve go to couple’s therapy. There are a few complications. Their counseling clinic is a front for a Hydra cell that’s seized northern Manhattan. More importantly, they’re definitely not dating.

Also, Steve may or may not be in love with Natasha.

OR:

“I resent being compared to Peggy Carter,” Nat tells their therapist. “Yes, Steve— I assassinated a few people and committed every war crime in the book. That doesn’t make me a bad person.”

Steve knows this is all scripted, but he finds himself getting angry for no logical reason.

“I don’t think you’re a bad person.” His voice rises. “If I did, I wouldn’t be dating you. This isn’t about Peggy."

“It’s always about Peggy.” Nat flips her gaze to the therapist. “He says her name in bed sometimes."

Steve’s hands clench into fists. She’s going off script, damn it, and now he has to go off script, too.

“Nat cheated on me with Tony and Thor,” he improvises. “That’s what she was doing while I was checking my pal Bucky into a rehabilitation clinic. She's emotionally distant.”

“Once again, Mr. Rogers.” The therapist sounds tired. “Let's try our best to keep this constructive.”

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Main Ship: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov

I don't read Steve/Natasha that often, but this was such a great fanfic! I love therapy fics and I thought this was so great! Definitely read it, I highly recommend it.

JjK Fandom

4. No Surprises, Please by vroomvroommic

No Surprises, Please - vroomvroommic - 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

omotesando queen @ nobanova

why did u give me a fucking b on the midterm. @ nanaminluver69

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ily nanamin <3 @ nanaminluver69

Please refer to my rubric for grading guidelines. All further grade disputes will be reviewed upon my return to Tokyo. Best, Gojo Satoru.

omotesando queen @ nobanova

@ nanaminluver69 I will fucking end u

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Main Ship: Haibara Yu/Nanami Kento, other Side Ships

I love, love well written Twitter fics. They are a weakness of mine. I enjoyed them very much and also liked the normal text in between.

Percy Jackson Fandom

5. a rose by any other name by IzzyMRDB

a rose by any other name - IzzyMRDB - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

It wasn't Poseidon who met Sally on that beach on Montauk, but rather a far older, much more ancient version of him.

Percy is born far older and younger than he should be.

Percy Jackson & Poseidon

I love darker Percy Jackson and this was so well written. Give it a shot!

Hannibal Fandom

6. shadowing by StratsWrites, YouAreMyDesign

shadowing - StratsWrites, YouAreMyDesign - Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

“I’m very strict with my interns,” the doctor says slowly, his eyes on Will’s, never drifting. “In fact, I had asked them not to assign me any more. Unfortunately, I was the only surgeon available to take on extra duties. My expectations for you and your behavior will be high. I have fired interns before, and while I didn’t relish the experience, I won’t hesitate to do so again.”

Main Ship: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter

I'm having trouble finding Hannigram fics, because the characters are misrepresented or simply because the show has already done such a good portrait of the two. I liked the fanfic. At the end Will is in Heat, so check out the tags. But I liked it for in between.

#hannigram #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #marvel #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #bucky/steve #bucky barnes #percy jackson

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Love your writing! I was wondering if you could do one where Alec gets a disability from an injury. He has such a dangerous job (often with his very reckless siblings) and I feel that this side of that is a little ignored in favor of near death experiences that don’t end up having any long term effect. I was just wondering if you could explore that, but I get it if this isn’t something you want to write about.

hey, yeah i'm happy to explore stuff like this, there's a need for it, not just cause of awareness but being able to resonate with a character. especially invisible disabilities because so many people treat them like they're fake or you're lying or you're crazy.

my bf has chronic pain from 2 genetic chronic illness that cause pain so I had them sensitivity read this for me. i have some chronic pain from an injury but it's a lot less debilitating that what i wrote so i wanted back up.

so i hope you enjoy this <3 also it was really sweet of you to check my boundaries, but this is a topic i'm willing to explore now and in the future, because it's important and as normal as domestic dates.

It’s days before his parabatai ceremony and Alec is on patrol, overseeing Jace and Izzy as they roam the streets of New York.

There is a team of older shadowhunters with them, to make sure Jace’s battle instincts and skills will match with Alec’s before the binding.

Regulations for parabatai bonds have been increasing ever since Valentine fed his to werewolves. It’s a sacred bond and those undeserving or unfitting for each other are not allowed to.

Jace thinks they’re a perfect fit but Alec thinks that just his stubbornness. Because Alec doesn’t feel like a perfect fit, he just feels like Jace needs him there, to watch his back. Because Jace refuses to watch it for himself, always relying on Alec like Alec will always be there every single time he does something reckless.

So Alec stays back, just out of Jace’s shadow as he keeps one eye on their backs and one eye on their surroundings, like he always does.

There’s a break in the shadows above and Alec’s eyes, trained to be twice as sharp as any other shadowhunter, catches it.

“Jace! Fall to the left! Izzy back now!” He orders, expecting them to listen, especially with commanders here.

He was mistaken though and he watches in horror as Jace laughs instead and yells, “come on Izzy, we can take them!” And leads his baby sister in the opening mouth of a nest.

Alec is shooting arrows before he can think of his next action and he uses his agility rune and speed to run up one wall and throw himself bodily across Izzy. He uses what’s left of his strength and momentum to kick Jace in the chest, throwing him back towards where the other shadowhunters can protect him.

Alec gets one arm around Izzy’s waist and ignores the burning, lightning pain that is shooting through him from the venom he took for his little sister.

Izzy is unconscious, the weight of the tail got her before Alec could protect her, and a limp weight on his back.

He put himself between her and the venom however and he barely has the ability to be thankful for that.

Instead he picks up Izzy’s whip and cracks it.

He started training first, to be able to teach Izzy. He practiced with her daily, for hours.

He wields it now like he never let it drop. He keeps the demons at bay as he backs up. He keeps his back to the wall Izzy was thrown into and when he gets an opening he yells, “Commander!”

The older shadowhunters are fighting to get to him and Izzy and one reacts just in time for Alec to throw Izzy. She’s caught easily and then Alec has a sword in one hand and a whip in the other and he’s struggling, but he’s making it through the hoard until he feels the presence of another nephilim.

He doesn’t let himself relax until a hand grabs him by his quiver and hauls him back and back until he’s on his back and gasping and shaking from the pain he can suddenly feel again.

“Hey, hey easy there. Good job Alec, you got them safe.” Someone murmurs above him and Alec is shocked by the praise. He’s hurt, Jace is probably upset and Izzy is unconscious, he failed.

There’s an angry noise and then he drifts until a loud shouting shakes him free from his does.

“Who the fuck thought it was a good idea to put three siblings on the same damn team!” He hears it but he doesn’t understand. He’s on their team to protect them, that’s always his first job, before getting himself out or the mission complete, mother said so. He thinks he may have said it aloud, by the horrified looks he’s being given.

Or maybe that’s because he’s having trouble seeing their faces anymore.

“Alright, hang on kid. I’m going to activate your iratze and draw another. Talk to me, I thought you were mainly an archer kid, besides your mandatory sword and staff work.”

“I am.” Alec garbles out around the ichor bubbling from his lips, wondering if he’s making any sense, “Izzy want’d to learn th’ whip.”

He doesn’t know what happens after that.

—

“This should never have happened.” Hirune tells her companion and Jonathon looks old and tired. There is white in his hair, a marvel for someone who is still an active shadowhunter, albeit one who goes where he wants, not where he’s told.

“It shouldn’t have. Whoever sent the reports praising the younger two are either blind or they doctored them heavily. It’s an insult to our ranks and training for them to act like that.”

“The oldest, he’s got talent. What he needs is support. And I honestly doubted I’d think Robert and Maryse’s son worthy of support, but I find I was mistaken.”

“He’ll need guidance, and I’m too old for it.” Jonathan says with a sigh and Hirune gives a sad smile. She knows that he really means he’s too tired for it. Too exhausted to take the risk and raise up a leader who will disappoint him or worse, die before him.

“Mirai wants to help run an Institute. She doesn’t want to be the leader and deal with politics, but she’s interested in being a second or a security leader. I’ll talk to her before we discuss this with the others. It’s decided then, we will support him?”

Jonathan takes a breath and then nods, “we support him. He’ll have a hard time of it, whoever mentors him will too, but I think it’ll be worth it. He’s got amazing potential, Hirune. I doubt this will stop him.”

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“Alec, you can speak up if you want Jace and Izzy to stay.” Robert says, frowning like he wants to say more but can’t and won’t with Jonathon watching him.

“No,” Alec says firmly. “I want them gone. They can train in Idris, or wherever you two end up if you don’t stay in Idris. Both of them. This is going to be my Institute, whether the clave likes it or not. If they stay here, I’ll always have their guilt and shame lingering over me. Along with Jaces’s anger where he gets upset and he insists it’s my own fault and he would have been fine.”

His mother, Maryse flinches a bit, because she’d also screamed at Alec. Blamed him for his new disability and his poisoning and his siblings being in any danger at all, until Jonathan, who — out of sheer respect — outranks every active shadowhunter even Heads and Commanders, had thrown her into a wall.

She’d been verbally dressed down in a way that Alec has never seen and then it had been decided that one of the team would be staying as a mentor, while his entire family returned to Idris. Something about the two elder Lightwood’s displaying a lack of leadership and training abilities.

But despite his new — as his mother called it, weakness — not him. They felt Alec was too skilled, too talented and too much potential for it to be wasted. He’d managed to save his siblings and himself in a situation where they all should have died. That he paid the price is one these hunters can understand and respect.

So Alec watches as his parents leave the Institute, and Jace, and Izzy.

He doesn’t say goodbye. Still too numb to the reality where his siblings pride is greater than their love for him, that their guilt is stronger than Alec’s own pain.

Jace was heartbroken at Alec’s state, at first. Until he learned there was no way they would be allowed to be parabatai. And now he blames that on Alec, that Alec is the one who threw away that chance.

And Izzy, she hates seeing him in pain and hates that she purposefully acted against orders and that has turned into a guilt where she builds sharp armor around herself, just like their mother. Lashing out because she’s ashamed but too prideful to admit it. And Alec knows she’ll break, she always eventually breaks and apologizes but Alec can’t wait for that this time.

He doesn’t have that kind of time anymore. That kind of patience.

Hirune Lakecastle has given him an immense honor, deciding to stay as his mentor and even bringing her daughter Mirai in to be trained as Alec’s second.

And Mirai, who portals over right after everyone else leaves, she’s bright and brilliant and just as stubborn as Jace and Izzy but in a way that protects and boosts Alec, rather than destabilizes him. She and he work together, hours upon hours going over structure and protocols and contingencies.

She sits on his bed while he’s sweating and using heat runes to try and help his screaming body. She’ll listen to him recite passages from memory and correct them while he’s bathing in potions and tinctures, uncaring that Alec is naked and vulnerable.

She never hints at anything, never flirts, never pushes him on why he doesn’t go out and get laid and eventually they become true comrades, with trust and loyalty between them

And Alec struggles, because what else can he do?

He’s lucky in that the pain is the worst in the daytime, the demon venom reacting to the daylight and his muscles spasm as his nerves flare like lightning.

He takes one day at a time, like the only way he can. He learns to go to the greenhouse when the anger the pain makes him feel becomes too much. To listen to his body when it screams — because if he doesn’t he’ll spend half the next day writhing in bed as his body betrays him — and takes breaks.

Alec studies mundane and downworlder and shadowworld medicine and Mirai helps. She’s the first to tell Alec to keep his anger where it belongs and he will forever be grateful for that.

Oh he’s still what Miari says is grumpy and cold, but he likes it that way and she says that’s him, he shouldn’t change that.

His hunters respect him because they know that every day Alec fights to be able to battle at night. Alec can’t use his runes constantly, his body would give out, so he only uses them for missions. Which means sometimes in a meeting they have to pause while he grits and grimaces and sometimes in battle simulations Alec carries on.

He moves with and past the pain, to the point where there is nothing but his goal, bring his people home.

And Alec learns to live with that.

On the days he should be celebrating his victories, he’ll be recovering from what it took to pull it off.

When he should be resting and enjoying himself, he’ll be sweating out whatever poison his body is desperately trying to expel.

His only adamas lining is that the venom won’t affect him at nights, that’s when it’s calmest. When Alec can feel the poison in his system relax and turn from a boiling inferno into a sizzle.

Eventually, the attacks won’t be so severe but even when the poison leaves his system completely, his body will forever bear the marks.

Invisible scars that cover the whole of his body, pain that will never truly leave him. Even now, sometimes he wants to stutter in a step, a phantom of pain that isn’t there trying to weaken him.

There is no cure for what he has. For what the demon’s venom did to his body, but he does what he can and it’s bearable. He manages the pain with medicines he and Mirai cultivate in the greenhouse and create themselves. Helen Blackthorn joins them, interested in the experiments they’re doing. She’s half seelie and while her talent with growing plants is as average as the next shadowhunter, she’s brilliant with breaking down their genetics and in the science department of it all.

So Alec gets older and his invisible scars get broader but he steadies himself and presses him to the limit as much as he can without forcing himself to go back several steps in progress.

It’s a nightmare of effort and sometimes, when Alec doesn’t want to scream and thrash when he just wants to give up. When he doesn’t bother fighting the pain and floats in it, he’ll force himself up and fletch his arrows. A simple task that doesn’t require his whole body.

He still aches, but his hands don’t tremble even when his fingers are littered with dozens of little cuts and Alec knows that it’s not the same. There is no way the smaller cuts on his hands can compare to the other pain, but it’s a choice.

And sometimes, Alec needs that choice.

#writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters #shadowhunters au #lumine writes #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets #immortal husbands

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A World Without Fear

Pairing: Kafka x Himeko

Tags: Alternate Universe, Vampires, Vampire Bites, Vampire Sex, Werewolves, Werewolf Sex, Breeding, Kafka Has a Penis (Honkai: Star Rail)

Summary:

As a half-vampire and werewolf mixed couple, Himeko and Kafka have been on the run from the IPC (Inhuman Paranormal Containment) group for a long time. When they hear the government group's reign of terror has been brought to an end, they dare to dream of a future with a family.

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The crimson-haired woman was sitting on the couch perusing her book when a loud noise ripped her attention from the tale.

“We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming to bring you breaking news. We’ve just received word that the IPC has been dismantled and its members will face severe punishment for their crimes.”

Himeko couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Kafka! Come quick!”

“What could possibly be so urgent that you’ve got to shout like that?” Her wife inquired from the adjoining room.

“Shh! This is important! Hurry!”

Her partner rolled her eyes but came to sit next to her. As soon as she saw the words flashing onscreen, she immediately shut her mouth.

“The government group Inhuman Paranormal Containment, more commonly known as the IPC, has officially been disbanded. Many members have been found guilty of mistreating non-human citizens in their care. Originally formed as a coalition to rehabilitate entities that had turned feral after being reintroduced to society, they’ve been exposed in having committed such atrocities as separating families, torture, illegal experimentation, enslavement, and forced military service. Under antiquated intergalactic law, those of mixed race, as well as those involved in interspecies relationships, faced harsh discrimination unchecked – but no longer. Today marks the dawn of a new era for all, regardless of race or origin.”

The anchor continued, but all the couple could hear was a dull hum. Himeko slid her hand on top of Kafka’s, speaking in total disbelief.

“They finally stopped them,” she whispered, biting her quivering lip with protruding fangs.

“It’s been so long…and we’ve been through so much. Are we sure this isn’t an elaborate scheme to get us to come out of hiding?” Kafka questioned.

Himeko blinked back long-held tears of relief. “It has to be true. This channel is broadcast to the furthest reaches of the universe. I can’t believe it. We’re finally safe here…anywhere.”

Kafka turned to face her. “It feels like we’ve been running for eons. When I first fell for you, I knew we’d have to leave our home planet…I just never thought we’d have a chance like this in our lifetime. We’re…finally free.”

A soft chuckle from Himeko diffused the tension in the room. “Hah…who would have thought a half-vampire marrying a werewolf would cause so much hatred. Do you regret it?”

“Do I regret it? What, us? Absolutely not. I would do it a thousand times over if it meant I got to spend eternity with you, my little bat,” she said as she squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Why? Do you?”

Himeko’s gaze softened. “Never. The endless fleeing and sleepless nights not knowing if we would make it to this sanctuary made it quite an interesting honeymoon. Good thing I had my big, bad, protective wolf by my side. I never had anything to worry about in the first place,” she joked.

“We do make quite the odd couple, don’t we? I suppose all that matters now is not only are we safe, but all present and future non-humans are as well. It gives me hope for the next generation…well, now that there might actually be a next generation,” Kafka thought out loud.

Releasing her hand, Himeko reached for her wife’s ears and stroked them tenderly snapping her out of her trance.

“Mmmm, careful, love. It’s that time of my cycle and once I start, I won’t be able to stop,” Kafka growled in warning.

“Is that so?” Himeko whispered seductively. “Well…you know how we’ve always wanted to start a family?” Kafka’s ears perked up at the mention of her heart’s desire, her tail wagging in anticipation.

“…go on.”

“Since we’re finally safe…why don’t you hurry up and put some pups in me?” Himeko kissed Kafka’s cheek and moved close to murmur in her ear. “That is…if you still want to.”

A rumbling started in the werewolf’s chest. “Like you’d even have to ask. When were you thinking of trying?”

“Oh, I don’t know…how about now?” Himeko teased as she slid her hand into her wife’s pants. Kafka’s member immediately snapped to full attention and she had to stop herself from howling. The other woman pumped her hand up and down her shaft. Kafka moaned in response as she found Himeko’s lips and snarled into them. Her tongue slid between her wife’s fangs, mimicking the rhythm she’d started below.

Withdrawing her hand Himeko swiftly divested herself of her clothing. As Kafka began to do the same, her wife stopped her.

“No…let me.” The werewolf wasn’t about to argue. Unzipping the other woman’s black pants, Himeko pulled off her underwear and Kafka’s cock sprang free. Her tongue laved the underside of her length, from the top of her balls to her tip already dripping with precum. Sealing her lips around it, she heard Kafka inhale sharply.

“Fuck…Himeko…keep doing that shit and I’m not gonna last long enough to feel you from the inside…”

Ignoring her wife’s protest, she bobbed her head back and forth as she slid her hand between her own thighs and played with her clit.

Kafka roared when the vampire gently grazed the sides of the shaft with her fangs as she deep-throated her, her own pleasure building as her moans vibrated against her lover.

“Aeons…baby…” Kafka panted as she the other woman’s wild crimson hair around her fist in an attempt to gain some control of her pacing. Her groans echoed through the small safe haven and her breathing came in erratic pants. Feeling the tell-tale signs her wife was getting close, she stopped.

Before the werewolf could protest, Himeko brought her mouth to hers, tasting herself on her lips.

“I don’t want to waste a drop,” she mumbled against her before moving to straddle her wife. They both moaned loudly at the feeling of her guiding her lover’s cock into her wet folds. Unaware of her own strength, the vampire ripped her wife’s shirt open and buttons went flying. Pulling her in close for a deep kiss, she ground her hips back and forth as she kissed down her neck, stopping to sink her fangs into the already heavily scarred area. Blood trickled from the spot, which she promptly licked clean.

“F-fucking…love you…” Kafka barked with pride – she wore her wife’s bite marks as a badge of honor.

Placing her hands on the werewolf’s shoulders, Himeko began to bounce up and down on her member.

“Ohhhhh, Kafka…you feel…so good…”

“Love…can’t hold…back…” Her wife grunted in response.

“Don’t wait…fill me up…put your pups inside me!” the vampire begged.

Placing her hands on either side of Himeko’s hips, she slammed into her.

“Fuck yes, like that!”

With a few more firm strokes, the two came, Kafka’s seed dripping out of her lover.

“I’m not…fucking done…with you yet, pet,” the werewolf snarled. Himeko was never more thankful she decided to marry a creature with unmatched stamina. Not having to wait for a second round made mating all the more thrilling. Grabbing her forcefully, she shoved her to her feet and bent her over the side of the couch. Her cock already rock-solid once more, she teased her entrance with just the tip.

“We’ll do this all fucking night if we have to. I’m going to fill you again and again and again until you’re so full of my cum that there’s no doubt you’ll be carrying my pups.”

Himeko’s eyes rolled back as she listened to the vulgar demands of her mate. She swayed her hips enticingly. “You better get to work then. Talk is cheap,” she taunted. The vampire knew her wife couldn’t resist a challenge. She wanted her fast and hard, and this was the surefire way to ensure she’d have something to prove.

Kafka’s hand came down on her ass forcefully, her elongated nails leaving a scratch on the tender skin there. “Don’t fucking toy with me, bloodsucker. Better brace yourself – this isn’t going to tickle.” In one steady stroke, she entered her again and Himeko arched her back.

“FUCK! Is that all you’ve got, doggy? Come on…do this right or don’t do it at all,” she tormented. Feeling her wife’s grip tighten against her hips, she cried out as Kafka slammed into her over and over, waves of pleasure clouding her ability to think.

“Oh yeah? Big talk for someone begging for me to breed her. When I think about you swollen with my pups it drives me fucking feral. Fucking say it. Say you want me to breed you, or I’ll pull out right fucking now,” she commanded.

“No! No…fuck! Breed me, Kafka! I want to carry your- ohhhhhhh, fuckkkk…” she whimpered as her knees nearly gave out from the power of her orgasm. The werewolf didn’t stop, pounding over and over until she spilled into her a final time.

The two barely made it back to sit on the couch before they collapsed into each other. Kafka stroked her wife’s hair lovingly in silent apology for her roughness. “All good? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Himeko giggled and kissed her chest. “Mmmm…I’m sure I’ll be sore tomorrow. But with that much effort, I’m sure we won’t be the only two here for very much longer.”

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Five months later

Kafka yawned as she gently rubbed her wife’s growing belly. She felt the constant need to reassure herself this wasn’t just a beautiful dream. For once, reality was better than anything they could have hoped for.

“Not just one, but two?” she whispered in disbelief.

“That is what Natasha said, yes.”

“I mean, I’m not really that surprised. I always bring my A-game. It was only a matter of time before we heard some barking around here.”

“Dear, don’t be so smug. You do know they might not inherit all of your genes. Who knows? Maybe one will be thirstier for blood than milk,” she laughed.

The werewolf sighed with contentment. “They’ll be here before we know it. I’ve been thinking if they are both boys, we need to come up with something strong. What about Blade? Or Elio?”

“Not on your life. There is a possibility we’ll have one of each, you know. Besides for a boy, I was leaning toward Caelus.”

Kafka thought for a moment. “I suppose that’s strong enough. And for a girl,” she said before looking back up at the vampire, “I’ve always thought the name Stelle was beautiful.”

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panlight · 1 year ago

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What are your PREDICTIONS for the future Twilight show? What are your HOPES for the show? What are your FEARS?

I mean my best guess it's going to be some cheesy CW thing that it loosely based on the books but starts to spiral into its own thing by like, season 2. I expect there will be inclusive casting and that Certain People will absolutely hate that, but honestly some parts of the fandom will hate the casting no matter what. Plenty of people will demand the Original Cast to return even though they aren't supernatural immortals and have all aged past their characters. There will be a few cameos from the original cast though, not Rob or Kristen or Michael Sheen or Dakota Fanning but some of the other actors. I can so clearly see Kellan showing up as some vampire rando or something.

I HOPE the Indigenous characters are handled more sensitively. If you're faithful to the books there's a lot that you can't really fix, but you can handle it better. You can cast an Indigenous actor for Jacob, at least. You can get some Indigenous writers in the writers room. You can stop calling the shifters monsters when they canonically AREN'T WEREWOLVES. Also, give the Quileutes some money. Have a PSA at the end of an episode about the Move to Higher Ground project. And with a TV show you have more room to explore backstories and side characters so I hope they will be fleshed out to be full characters rather than accessories to Bella's journey. I hope imprinting is chucked out or at least reworked. I hope the Sam/Emily story is revised. Indigenous characters in popular TV show could be SO COOL if handled well, and great representation, but you've got to be willing to change a bunch of what SM wrote to do it.

I hope all the side characters are given more room to breathe and B and C plots in episodes. I want to see Carlisle at work. I want to see Esme trying to make friends with other parents. I want to see Alice at school. I want to see Embry and his mom. Quil with his grandpa. Angela with her little brothers. I hope we get a lot of flashbacks to the vampires' long histories. I hope they work in some LGBTQ+ representation, either by tweaking the core cast of characters or by expanding the scope to include new characters.

I fear it's going to be a money grab that doesn't acknowledge the issues of the original story and doesn't try to do better at all. That it's going to be Pretty White Kids with Problems with just some vaguely tan white kids with dark hair playing the Indigenous characters. Just double down on all the problematic stuff SM wrote and not make any effort to be more inclusive and sensitive.

#asks #tw: anti-native racism mention

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Oooo...what about a Marilyn x werewolf reader, where the reader is her intern (so not a student) and Marilyn is afraid of werewolves/big dogs and wolves (doesn't treat the Furs in their human forms bad or anything is just unsettled by their howls and takes great care to be locked in her rooms on full moon nights) but one full moon night she's late getting back to her rooms and a couple of the werewolves either see her as prey or just want to scare her so chases after her but mc comes running in to protect her which causes mc and the wolves to fight, she's able to chase them off, give a big wolf kiss on Marilyn's face, lead Marilyn to her door and promptly collapse on Marilyn's bed shifting back into her injured human but naked! form and Marilyn realizes it's her favorite intern she has a crush on that saved her. I'll let you surprise us on how they lead that next morning conversation/love confession lol but some subtle scent marking from the mc would be neat. Thank you! ❤️

Yess!!! Here it is!! I hope you like it, it's the first time I write about werewolves!!! Sorry about the language mistakes!!!

The full moon scares you.

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Werewolf! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, werewolf things

Word count: 2,968

Summary: She was afraid of people like you. Maybe she’s gonna change her mind when she needs you to protect her.

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“And which ones should I not water?” You asked, taking notes in a notebook.

You were quite happy. They accepted you as a botany assistant at Nevermore. Finding a place where you could learn what would be your future profession was extremely satisfying, and even more so considering that this school was not like the others. There were people like you, there was no need to hide your stress on full moon nights, nor to repress howls.

But it was not only an opportunity to learn... When you were introduced to what would be your companions, you discovered that your heart was not completely dead, it was still alive, and it began to beat strongly when you met the woman with whom you would spend most of your life.

Marilyn Thornhill was everything you were looking for in a woman. She was good, kind, innocent. Your wild nature was deeply attracted to that smiling redhead, as if she was what your tormented soul needed to achieve peace.

But you were only daydreaming. She was normie. She would surely never notice you, or even she would be afraid of you. But she was so kind to you… So tender… You couldn't help but think that there was even the slightest chance.

Sometimes she would look at you when she thought you didn't notice, smiling, thoughtful… You wondered if maybe she felt something too, but you never dared to ask. She seemed unattainable to you, like a precious stone behind a glass window. Beautiful, yes, but you could never touch it.

“Look, (Y/N). These here need water once every three days,” she told you, pointing to some pots. “And these others every two days. It's not hard to remember.”

You nodded and wrote in your notebook, trying to keep your hand from shaking.

“Tomorrow's class we'll talk about poison ivy,” she told you, raising her eyebrows. You blushed and lowered your head, but smiling. “But don't worry, the poison is neutralized. They can touch it all they want. Or at least I hope so…” She told you, winking at you.

“Don't poison the students, noted,” you joked, making Marilyn laugh in amusement. She could be contemplating her laughter for the whole time, but the time told you that you should go back to your room. “Um… I… I have to go now.”

She looked at you with some kind of sadness.

“What a pity, we were having a good time, right?” She said, leaning on her desk.

You couldn't feel worse. You wanted to stay, you really did, but it wasn't the right day.

“Yes, but I must go to my room, today there is a full moon and…” You said murmuring. Your words seemed to make her jump.

“Full moon? Wait… are you… are you… a werewolf?” She asked with some fear in her voice.

You felt like an arrow pierced your heart. It almost seemed like she was trying to get a little away from you.

“Well… Yes….” You said, running a hand around your neck and getting a little closer, checking that she was really running away from you. “Don’t, don't be scared, please.”

“Oh, no, no. You don't scare me, (Y/N). It's just… I don't really like wolves. Since I was a little girl I have been terrified of them. Don't be offended,” she said trembling, trying to calm herself down.

You shouldn't take it badly, after all, she was normie, and you didn't know anyone who wasn't afraid of werewolves.

“It's okay, really, I… I wouldn't hurt you,” you said, getting nervous.

“It's not you, (Y/N). I like you, I was simply surprised by that statement. I must have like 6 people like you in my class, I'm starting to get used to it.”

Those words cheered you up a bit, but you still felt bad for being what you were, for being something she feared. The hopes that your heart had were less and less.

“I… See you tomorrow?” You said, trying to relieve that little tension. Lucky for you, she smiled in agreement.

“Of course, if you need me, you know where I'll be,” she told you affectionately. You nodded and left the greenhouse.

You had to hurry back, because the sun would not take long to hide. You didn't even think about that conversation. Your priority was to get to a safe place. You closed the curtains and turned on the light, preventing the moon from coming through the window and turning you into a monster, a monster that she feared.

A chill ran down your spine, telling you that the moon was already high in the sky. If you stayed there, you wouldn't transform, but still your instincts would sharpen. You were reading a book, when something took you out of your reading. You couldn't know what it was, you just felt it. You got out of bed and cautiously approached the window. You could smell them, you knew they were there.

Principal Weems explained that in order for their nature to be free, there were cages in the forest that allowed werewolves to transform. They were too young to control themselves, they had to use the cages.

“It can't be possible,” you said to yourself, with a much hoarser voice than normal. The cages were far from the academy, but you smelled them too close. A bad feeling began to cloud your thoughts and you looked at the window.

You knew you shouldn't, but you moved closer to the window, putting your hand over your eyes, trying to cover the moonlight. You cautiously drew the curtains and looked down. Your breathing quickened with just the reflection of the full moon, but you knew how to control yourself, at least you tried. There they were those two werewolves, right under your window. They seemed furious and somehow disoriented. It would surely be one of the first times they transformed, since these smelled like that. First times always were the most violent.

You couldn't do anything to help them, just make sure they didn't hurt anyone, although it was difficult for them to do so, since there was no one outside. A new figure appeared in the night, and you automatically turned your gaze to it. You widened your eyes, and almost took your hand from them. It was Marilyn. She was walking helplessly towards the two wolves. You wanted to scream, to warn her, but you couldn't do it, you would transform as soon as you lost control of your emotions.

The wolves immediately noticed the redhead's presence and began to growl at her. When Marilyn looked up, she froze, paralyzed. She must be terribly scared. She couldn't run, and she couldn't stay still either, she was trapped. She shyly took a few steps back, her whole body trembled, you could tell. The werewolves' gaze turned dangerous, as if they had just discovered a prey to attack.

She would have nothing to do against them, she was lost.

“Don't run…Don't run,” You murmured. You knew that if she started to run, it would probably be the her end. She couldn't help it. Startled, she turned and began to run, heading for the woods.

“Shit, Shit!” You yelled furiously, leaving the room. You couldn't allow them to hurt her. You weren't going to allow it. You decidedly went downstairs, noticing how your hair was beginning to grow in your arms. You were about to transform, and it was actually what you wanted, you would have to do it to protect her. Your clothes started to bother you, feeling tighter.

You abruptly pushed the door and looked up at the sky, where the moon was waiting for you. You stared at it and howled as loud as you could, feeling your clothes ripping and falling to the floor in tatters. You were already completely transformed, and you didn't waste any more time. Running fast, you charged into the forest, your eyes furious, determined to finish them off, to bite them, to tear at their flesh.

You were very fast, and it didn't take long for you to see two shadows in front of you. You growled as you ran helping yourself with all four legs, as if it were a matter of life and death. The redhead was running from the wolves, but she seemed to lack strength. You couldn't wait any longer, you had to attack.

“No! No!” She desperately yelled when she felt one of those werewolves grabbing her jacket. “Please no!”

You narrowed your eyes at them and howled desperately, leaping at them and pulling them away from her. Marilyn was terribly scared and she fell to the ground.

You got up from the ground, just like your peers, who howled threateningly when they saw you. Roars and growls echoed through the forest as you tried not to turn your back on them. It was the prelude to a fight, a bloody and cruel fight. Your humanity was still within you, but this time it was not your life or your territory that you had to protect, but your beloved. That was much more important than numerical inferiority.

Your instinct made you look behind you, seeing how one of them pounced on you. You couldn't dodge it and you took a claw. You roared in pain and rage, while the other wolf tried to attack you, but this time without success.

You were fast, attacking without mercy. The other werewolf bit you, causing your anger to rise. You howled in an energetic and angry way and entered a state of frenzy, in which you managed to throw your enemies off your back, throwing them to the ground. They were also injured, they were weaker than you so, looking at each other, they decided to run away. You howled in victory, making sure they got away from there.

Your breathing began to relax and you turned to see the redhead on the ground, propped up on her elbows. When you calmed down, you moved closer to her little by little. Marilyn backed away in fright, and you stopped, looking down at the ground.

“You…” She sighed, looking at you fixedly. You looked up to show you weren't going to hurt her. Her eyes landed on your head. You had a streak of white in your hair, which also appeared when you transformed. “(Y/N)? Is that you?” She asked, getting up from the ground.

You couldn't talk in that state, so you just nodded slightly. Marilyn still looked scared and she was looking at you warily. Seeing that you didn't move, she took a few steps towards you.

“You, you saved me…” She sighed, as she approached fearfully. You didn't move, trying to be the less intimidating as possible.

She was right in front of you. You could feel her so close that it was hard for you to control yourself. Marilyn didn't speak, she just looked at you. She surely never imagined having a werewolf so close to her. Gently, she extended a hand towards you. For a moment she moved away, but she continued to touch your fur, stroking it gently.

“Thank you…”She told you, smiling. Her caresses drove you crazy and you began to breathe quickly and pant happily, as if you were a puppy that her owner was saying nice words to.

“Do you like it?” She asked amused. You howled slightly to indicate that you like it. She must have been scared, very scared, but she seemed to be trying to overcome her own fears.

You were so happy that you lost control, and you pounced on her, licking her face effusively.

“Hey, hey!” She said laughing, trying to push you away. You stopped and relaxed, letting her breathe. It was one of the best moments of your life, or so your animal feelings told you. Joy and relief were interrupted by distant howls. You moved your head to the source of the noises, trying to determine where they were coming from.

“What's happening? Are, are they?” Marilyn asked, backing away. You snorted and looked towards the school towers. “We must, we must return.”

You grunted and without thinking you picked Marilyn up in your arms. She was light as a feather for a werewolf like you. You wished you were in your human form. The redhead clung to your neck as best she could, trying not to touch your wounds. It didn't take you five minutes to get back to school.

“Yeah, you can let me go, (Y/N),” Marilyn told you. You snorted negatively, entering the academy. You thought of accompanying her to her room, and there would be no one who could stop you.

You reached the door to her room and lowered her to the ground, grunting at the pain of your injuries.

“Does it hurt, honey?” She asked, looking at your injuries. You lamented in agony. A terrible dream began to take over your senses.

The redhead opened the door and looked your way, signaling for you to come in. You moved clumsily, ducking to avoid colliding with the roof of the door.

You started to wobble and get dizzy. Your werewolf night was over, and you were about to return to your human form.

“What's wrong?”

You grunted, taking a step towards the bed and plopping down on it. You could hardly distinguish anything, you only saw how little by little the fur disappeared from your body and your breathing relaxed. You rolled onto your back, feeling your humanity return, though you were too weak to fully realize it.

“(Y/N)…”

That was the last thing you heard before you lost consciousness.

The sound of the birds attacked your ears mercilessly, causing you to make a nasty face. Your head ached, like every time you transformed, but to your surprise, the environment around you was unfamiliar. It didn't sound like you had a hot lump next to you either. It was her. She was resting by your side. You noticed how, when you moved, something pulled your shoulder. You were dressed in a baggy T-shirt that was certainly not yours, and to your embarrassment, you were wearing nothing underneath.

You put your hand under the shirt, to touch that area that you felt strange. You felt a bandage covering your shoulder, and that reminded you of the events of the night before. You had a horrible urge to run away, but before you could even think about it, Marilyn stirred and yawned.

“(Y/N), you've woken up,” she said with her voice still asleep.

“I…I…” You stammered, not really knowing what to say.

“Shhh,” she told you, putting a finger on your lips. “You don't have to say anything. You saved my life last night, (Y/N).”

“Well…” You whispered, dismissing it as important. “It's, it's just that…”

“You were very brave… There were two of them and you, well, you were alone,” she said happily, looking at you with admiration, and maybe something else. “You could have hurt yourself too much...”

“What?” You asked, shaking your head. “Those, those wolves… They were going to kill you, Marilyn.”

“You shouldn't have risked it for me... The world loses nothing if I disappear, you have your whole life ahead of you,” she told you sadly. Those words made you angry. You couldn't believe she was saying those things to you. For you she was a treasure, something incomparable.

“Nonsense,” you said without thinking. “I had to, I had to protect you,” you were nervous, and it probably wasn't the right time, but the conversation was slowly drifting to a confession.

“Why?” The redhead asked, taking your hand.

“Because…Because I…” You murmured. You had nothing to lose, and you were weak, almost like you were drunk. It was one of the worst occasions to lie, you were practically incapable of doing it. “I… I love you.”

Marilyn raised her eyebrows, but she didn't show rejection or dislike for your words, she simply smiled tenderly.

“I already know it. I am not a werewolf, but I'm good at noticing those things,” she told you, lowering her voice. You were about to panic.

“I, I have to go,” you said, getting up from the bed, only to realize that you were naked from the waist down. Your face turned tremendously red, and you pulled on your shirt to try to cover yourself. She laughed amused.

“You shouldn't worry so much, (Y/N). Yesterday I saw your whole body.”

“Oh…” You lamented, remembering that she was right. Marilyn got up from the bed and walked over to you, grabbing you around the waist. You were blocked, you did not expect that movement.

“I've never kissed a werewolf, I wonder how does it feel” she whispered, as she gently placed her lips on yours. Your heart wanted to burst out of your chest, and your arms moved automatically to her hips, gripping them firmly as you deepened the kiss.

“I thought, I thought people like me scared you...” You murmured, pulling away slowly.

“You don't scare me, (Y/N). You protect me…” She said, cupping your face with her hands.

“I will always protect you…” You said, enjoying what seemed like a dream, a deep wish come true. Your instincts kicked in and you started to put your head on her shoulders, rubbing your scent on her.

“What are you doing?” She asked, amused.

“Just, just… Wolf things,” you said, not wanting to tell the truth.

You knew what you were doing. Now she was yours, and your condition forced you to mark your territory with your scent. You didn't see any threat, but you couldn't help but do it, you had to. Now she was yours, and no one could ever get their hands on her, you weren't going to tolerate it.

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #laurel gates #ms thornhill #oneshot

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bettyboopdarlin · 2 years ago

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Manacled by SenLinYu has taken over my life. After reading it 3 times, I couldn’t get Draco’s perspective of Ch. 31 out of my head. This wrote itself, but would not even be in existence without JK Rowling or the brilliance of SenLinYu. I hope you enjoy. ***I OWN NOTHING

Draco’s POV Ch 31 of Manacled by SenLinYu (written with permission)

Tw-torture, gore, war scenes, language

With a crack, the Death Eater General apparated to a drab town in Surrey. The mark on his left arm twitched and recoiled as a slithering voice echoed in his mind, You will not fail me Draco. He sucked in a hiss, rolled his shoulders, and took in his surroundings.

What had probably been a quaint, charming town was now a horrorscape (for those with weaker constitutions). As directed by the Death Eater General himself, this peaceful little town was now polluted with terror and anguish. Blood and gore paved the cobblestone paths. Buildings were being reduced to rubble as Death Eaters, werewolves, and vampires made themselves welcome into innocents’ homes. Depraved screams and bargaining cries were intermingled with the howls of wolves and screeches of hags.

He coolly observed a muggle family being tortured by two Death Eaters. They took turns cursing the youngest, a child perhaps in primary school, with slicing and flesh-flaying hexes, forcing the parents to observe; obviously silenced and immobilised. The child was weeping, sobbing for the help of her parents. They watched her with despair and hopelessness, unable to comprehend the horrors being forced in front of their eyes. Pretty muggles and their pretty lives, completely ignorant to the war playing out over the last five years.

Draco approached, robes billowing in the wind behind him. Mask in place, he drawled, “Oh get on with it already, there’s more work to be done.” He tsked his tongue and looked to the Death Eaters. Their eyes flashed, indignant, but once they realized it was him–their General–their anger diminished to cowardice. Their eyes widened and Draco recognized the two as Owler and Fenrin. Newer to the cause, desperate to earn their marks. He filed their terrified faces away for future reference. They were still paused, wands cocked, expressions frozen as they tried to respond. He waited, pushing away the feeling of the Muggles’ fear-filled eyes on him.

“General Malfoy–sir. We was just– we was just having a bit of fun,” Owler stuttered. Fenrin nodded in agreement, apparently too intimidated to speak.

Draco turned his full attention to the muggle family and spat out, “Two Death Eaters getting off on torturing one muggle girl? While your instructions were to wreak havoc and misery upon this town, I did not intend for your time to be wasted by this pitiful show.”

He paused, sneering down at them. “I doubt the Dark Lord had this in mind as well.” If possible, even more fear shone in their eyes. Neither one dared speak. “How long have you been standing here while the hags and werewolves do the rest of the work for you?”

Without giving them a chance to answer, Draco flung three consecutive Killing Curses at the Muggle family and didn’t watch as their bodies doubled over. “Get out of my sight,” his voice was like ice.

They both nodded and rushed farther into the town. Draco paused, glanced at the dead Muggle family, closed his eyes and inhaled slowly. Chocolate eyes swam before him, and he quickly shoved the image to the deeper recesses of his mind. He was here and had a job to do. Mental walls in place, he sauntered through the town, sparing lives with killing curses as he went. He would not dwell on any of it.

Ruthless. Unyielding. Unfailing.

Once Order members began to turn up, magical activity heightened. Curses, hexes, stunners, and defensive magic filled the sky and streets. This attack was such an obvious trick, Draco had mildly wondered if the Order wouldn’t respond. Or at the very least, send in less essential members. When he observed Remus Lupin apparating himself and three muggles away from an approaching hag, he willed away the reflex to roll his eyes. Of course everyone was here.

Well, not everyone. He couldn’t deny the tightness in his chest as he took in each person who dared come near him. No one with the same chocolate eyes, pinned plaits… He did his best to shove the feelings away and meet the contradicting requirements of his two sets of manacles.

Surreptitiously, he killed as many Muggles as he could; those stuck in endless loops of torture or with animals clawing their way through chest cavities. Muggles with a chance of surviving, he would Imperio them to a nearby Order member. Witnesses were killed immediately. Ruthless, cunning, driven to succeed.

The skirmish intensified. Bodies littered the pavement. Some covered in boils, others torn to shreds, and more sliced beyond recognition. Draco vaguely recognized Order members with their eyes still open, staring lifelessly into the sky. As the fight drew closer to the center of town, Draco had to showcase his rank. With a flick of his wand, Killing Curses flew in all directions, hitting their marks, Muggles and Order members alike. He didn’t feel it.

He countered any spell shot at him easily, barely registering it. The Order still had not improved on their offensive strategies, not that they had any to begin with. This was a bloodbath, and would be until they retreated or were captured.

He came upon a standoff in the square, Death Eaters, hags, and werewolves closing in around a group of Order members. “Expelliarmus!” Of course it was Potter, and of course that meant Weasley was there, too. The Order’s dueling partners were too predictable, and pairing two essential members together was foolish and illuminated the naivete of the Order of the Phoenix, and their pathetic tactic to cling to Light Magic at all cost. More and more Death Eaters converged in the square, realizing the value of their targets.

Suddenly, the sky darkened, and a cold chill announced the arrival of Dementors. They descended upon those still clinging to life, Kissing them. The despair and terror was inescapable. Draco could feel the screams deep in his bones, but let no emotion escape his expression.

Potter and his group must have been distracted by the arrival of the Dementors. Their shield faltered, and Draco heard a sharp screech fill the air. Someone was hit. A member cast a patronus, a lynx, and it climbed its way to the sky before erupting into light. One dementor shrieked and moved away, flying closely above the Death Eaters and hags. It was just the distraction the Order had needed, and Draco saw four members racing away, sending stunners and jelly-leg jinxes in their wake. He thought he could make out the scrawny form of Potter and his lanky counterpart, Weasley as they rushed away, but he couldn’t be sure.

As Death Eater General, he shot a few curses near their retreating bodies and ordered recruits around him to find them. Once they mobilised, he struck the backs of several Death Eaters, werewolves, and vampires down. Ruthless. Unyielding.

More Order members appeared, firing stunner after stunner at the Death Eaters. One of them, Finnigan, Draco recognized, went head to head with a vampire. Lunging at it quickly and sending stunners rapidly to its head. It dropped to the ground as he whirled around, aiming at the hag sneaking up behind him. There was much happening at once, bodies lunging and lurching, magic exploding and cracking in the fray. Draco had been in countless of these, his attention to detail was driven by habit rather than concern. He was minutely aware of the way the air stank of blood, dust, scorched flesh, and dark magic. He’d seen worse, endured worse. Spell trails clouded the air, making it difficult to see all the specifics. Draco stood on the outskirts of the square, cursing remaining Muggles or Order Members without a prayer of survival. Taking note of all who attended the battle, trying to suppress the stiffness in his chest. Despite him being used to skirmishes and battlefield depravity, he found himself worried. He refused to let the feeling surface, and drove it away.

Crack. Draco heard someone apparate in the center of the square. As he turned to look, he felt his shield absorb a stunning spell. It came from a Resistance fighter, struggling to get away from a werewolf, as its claws dug into his back. Blood seeped from the child’s nose, into his gasping mouth. Tears and snot coated his face as he used his arms to crawl away. The boy held his wand in hand limply, and shot off another stunning curse toward Draco’s knees. Draco could see the child had accepted his death, and was hoping to stop just one Death Eater before his eyes closed forever. The boy began to scream as the werewolf descended upon him, teeth biting into his left shoulder. Draco held the boy’s eyes and muttered, “Avada kedavra,” shooting a green light to the middle of his forehead. The boy went immediately limp and was gone. The werewolf growled at Draco menacingly, rage glittering in its golden eyes.

Draco lifted his mask to reveal himself, smirking at the wolf. Upon recognizing the General, the wolf gave an irritated bark and retreated, setting off after another target.

A loud, guttural roar of anguish suddenly echoed from behind him. He set his eyes back to the square, where magical activity created a dusty haze over everything. He began walking toward the fray when his heart stopped.

Chocolate eyes, pinned plaits. Sharp cheekbones, and a fiercely determined set of her mouth. She was here.

How could she be here?

His bones chilled. He could barely breathe.

She was clutching two bodies to her as four masked Death Eaters closed in around her. Dementors circled above where she stood.

Draco was sprinting, deflecting spells and shoving bodies out of his way. NO! Every inch in his body seemed to scream.

A Death Eater raised their wand to her and muttered a curse. Green light hit her square in the chest, and she vanished.

There was no air. She vanished and the world stopped.

There was a deafening roar–his. He was hurling three killing curses to the Death Eaters, letting the one with his wand out turn and face him. A snarled Sectumsempra and bright red dripped from the Death Eater’s throat. The Death Eater’s eyes were shining with confusion and panic. They were scrambling, fighting to right their wand, and a wandless spell was fracturing all their fingers. One. By. One.

The Death Eater was doubling over, rasping in pain. He met their eyes, gave a cold smile, and struck them in the chest with a biting Engorgio. The Death Eater writhed in immeasurable pain as their heart grew steadily in size, splitting their ribs with an audible crack. They collapsed, chest rising and expanding as their body tried to pointlessly contain the vascular organ. As their lungs were crushed, their eyes began to bulge and their mouth was barely able to emit a low moan. Finally, the sternum splintered and the body erupted. Squelching blood and viscera burst from the chest cavity with a satisfying crunch.

She’s mine.

Ruthless. Unfailing. Unyielding. Determined to succeed.

He slammed his occlumency walls back up and scoured the scene. All of his fury and panic quickly sheathed behind a crafted expression. He gave no attention to the mangled body beneath him. There was no sign of her. He hoped she had apparated to safety, but he had to be sure. He quickly legilimensed the minds around him, Order members and Death Eaters alike. So many of them did not have proper walls, it was too easy to glide in and out, searching for her in their memories.

At least no one had their sights on her at this moment. He needed to get away, needed to know she was alright. Worry was growing within him, despite his efforts to shove all the feelings away. All he could see was her anguish as she absorbed the curse in her chest.

There was screaming again, gut-wrenching wailing. Draco snapped his head up and closed his lips to ensure it wasn’t coming from him. He searched for the source–

“Time to go, NOW!” A voice shook with rage and authority. Hands darted from behind a disintegrating wall, shoving two figures away. Potter. Weasley.

Something was wrong.

Potter and Weasley were together, as usual, but Potter was pulling on Weasley. Holding him. Restraining him. The scream from before–it had been Weasley. He was still screaming, clawing away from Harry back to the pile of rubble. What had happened? Was it her? Panic in his chest threatened to breach as Draco ascended, ending the lives of Death Eater after Death Eater to reach them first.

Almost to where Kingsley had shoved both Potter and Weasley, Draco had to sidestep a body as to not falter. Potter and Weasley were almost to the anti-apparation wards, despite Weasley’s clear objection to Harry pulling him away. Draco could see Potter’s desperation and exhaustion as he moved closer and closer to safety. He appeared to be injured as well.

Draco frantically took in the scene. He didn’t see her. He didn’t see her. He inhaled slowly.

A witch, however, lay immobile some meters from him. Blood spurted from her chest and abdomen. Her blue eyes were unblinking, she was gone. Near her was a deceased Death Eater, who appeared to have been hexed and then beaten to death. Draco could guess what had happened, and couldn’t help but think to himself Impressive, Weasley. Wouldn’t have thought you had such ruthlessness.

Potter and Weasley were about to apparate when Draco’s eye caught Kingsley Shacklebolt–wounded, wand out in warning against the converging enemies. Draco scanned the demolished room again. She wasn’t there. She wasn’t there.

He wasn’t relieved yet. He weighed his options, noting the flood of Death Eaters moving in. There was not enough time. Draco took the strategist in; Shacklebolt was perspiring, heaving unsteadily. Black blood spurted from his left shoulder, down his robes. He did not lower his wand to Draco, but held it higher–a warning.

Draco looked back, the Death Eaters were almost upon them.

“Where is she,” Draco’s voice was a growl.

Kingsley panted and did not answer.

“You know the conditions of my service. She is to be kept alive. She is mine.” Pure fire began to fill Draco with every spoken word, his rage blooming closer to the surface. “Yet you allowed her here. I saw.”

Kingsley slumped down to the ground, propped by a pile of rubble. His wand arm remained steady as he continued to aim it toward Draco. Blood began sliding down his eyes, his nose. His gasps for air became more and more desperate. His right arm clutched his wound, and he angrily stared down Draco.

Fucking Gryffindors. Draco’s disgust bubbled from his chest into his throat. He heard himself saying, “Pathetic. Do it then, kill me.” He paused, expression vicious. “You won’t. You can’t. Look at you. Look around you, your precious Order is losing. Potter is losing.” He stepped closer to Shacklebolt, and bent down to his ear. Softly, unable to stop himself, he murmured, “None of you deserve her.” Shacklebolt shut his eyes, but made no move to get up or curse Draco.

Draco turned, dismissing the Order member. There was a beat, and Shacklebolt unexpectedly hissed in response, “And you do? You’re a liar. A murderer. Voldemort’s trained pet.” He spat, blood staining his lips. He sucked in a shaky breath. “She could do so much better than any of us.”

Draco’s vision bled red and he pointed his wand in between Shaklebolt’s eyes. They remained closed, and Shacklebolt did not react. The Killing Curse was on the tip of Draco’s tongue, but he hesitated. He heard her voice, “I will always care for them.” He stood, conflicted for a beat, wand pointed and ready.

The Death Eaters drew closer. Shacklebolt at last met Draco’s gaze. Eyes narrowed, Draco gave him a sharp nod. “Avada kadavra.” A cruel smile took shape on his face as Shacklebolt slumped back and did not move again. Draco lazily sent a spell to topple over the rest of the ruined home, burying Shaklebolt’s body beneath it.

Draco magnified his voice to the oncoming Death Eaters and Dark Creatures. “Find them all.” Not her.

The army obeyed, moving swiftly from building to building, ripping out Muggles that remained or the nearly-killed bodies of the Order. This raid, this cheap trick was a slaughter. The Dark Lord would be pleased. Fucking idiotic Gryffindors. So predictable. So pathetic.

Too much time had passed since she was attacked. Did she get to the safe house? Was she being treated? Was she dying? Fury, rage, and self loathing consumed Draco. This is your fault, you were meant to protect her. You promised. You did this. He held back a scream and fortified his occlumency walls, shoving all the memories, all the thoughts away. He needed to return to the skirmish.

After a moment of cold clarity, an idea occurred to him.

With his boot, he kicked away a shredded body and in a hard, quiet voice said, “Kreacher, come.”

The house elf appeared next to him in an instant. Draco’s eyes slid around the town, preparing to dodge any oncoming attack. He spoke quickly, “Find her. See if she’s alive. See if she’s injured.”

Kreacher snapped away and Draco moved into the town, kicking more bodies out of his way, leaving bloody boot marks in his wake.

Kreacher arrived after a few minutes, “Potter’s Mudblood is hurt.” Draco was hexing and cursing everyone around him, rapidly, ruthlessly. He threw an extra shield charm over him and Kreacher, as well as a privacy charm.

“How badly,” Draco’s voice filled with icy rage. His curses shot out faster, harder.

“Kreacher is not knowing. Potter’s Mudblood is not speaking to Kreacher. Potter’s Mudblood is working in the infirmary, with other filth.”

An uncontrollable dancing jinx shot at Draco, and as to not lose his footing, he stepped on Kreacher’s toes. The elf yelped and caught his foot in his hands. Draco whirled around and blasted hexes and curses around him, each one hitting their mark.

He muttered to Kreacher, “Go. Transport her to Malfoy Manor if she continues to work or her symptoms worsen.” As soon as he gave the order, he marginally regretted it. He felt his possessiveness clawing itself to the surface. His need for her to be safe, to be his, taking over his consciousness. He was so careful. Careful to curb those thoughts, the obsessive tendencies. He watched for years as Lucius went mad with Narcissa. Watched his controlling ways, how it fractured their family. How her death sent him spiraling and now was an uncontrollable animal, a force even the Dark Lord struggled to contain. No. He could not be this way.

Ruthless, cunning, driven to succeed. He banished the ruinous thoughts from his mind, pausing the onslaught of his magic. He took in his surroundings. Ruined corpses, brain matter, and gore coated the ground around him. Bodies desecrated and dismembered, piled into heaps. It was done. He signaled the end of this battle–although hardly a battle, a mere carnage–and the Death Eaters and Dark Beings jeered, victorious. A roaring victory, the Dark Lord would be so pleased.

He had to act fast. Draco had no telling how much time he had before he’d be summoned again. He quickly apparated to the Manor, strengthened the wards and quickly readied his bedroom. After carving runes into the floor, a door opened, revealing the same mini-infirmary he had left for her in Whitecroft. He quickly took out dozens of potions, serums, and pastes. He summoned two healers to arrive within minutes. He was running out of time. Ruthless, cunning, driven to succeed.

There was a crack and Draco felt her enter the room. She was screaming in pain and pitched forward. He caught her by the shoulders instantly and whispered, “Stupefy.”

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