#djinn AU

[jezunya]

"Ssshut up," Crowley hisses, not bothering to unslump himself from the tabletop. "You're in love with a human, you don't get an opinion."

"Better a human than a loyalist," Sherlock sniffs, and that gets Crowley to jerk his head up.

"Oi! He's not— I mean, he wasn't—"

"He was, then he wasn't, then he was again," Sherlock singsongs, before turning serious. "Once a good little loyal subject of Heaven, always one. Face it, the very fact that he hasn't Fallen means that he will always go back to them."

Crowley cradles his head in his hands, feeling far too drunk for this, or perhaps not nearly drunk enough. "That's not… He wasn't…"

A little tidbit of a scene from a much, much larger AU that I'm honestly not sure will ever get written in earnest, but that has been a project @sheliesshattered and I have circled back to many times over the years

This is post s2 of Good Omens and… somewhere in the BBC Sherlock timeline, probably post s2 but s3 & s4 don't really work with this au. Set in the universe of Tim Powers' novel Declare, though I'm hoping to write this such that you don't have to have read the book (but it certainly helps). Sherlock (and Mycroft, and others) are another form of Fallen Angel who have remained earthbound rather than ever joining Hell, and Sherlock & Crowley are ofc frenemy drinking buddies

More under the cut

For anyone who has read it: After the end of Declare, Andrew & Elena retired somewhere in the UK together, taking on the very common name of Watson. They settled down and had a couple of kids. Twins, in fact. Almost like one person split in two, you might say. Which they try not to be too freaked out about, but also they're really tempting fate when they name the kids Harriet and John, after Harry St John Philby. John (and Harry, to some extent) grows up to follow in his parents' footsteps, including certain secret missions in the mountains of Afghanistan. When he's invalided home, he assumes Declare has no more use for him, until he is contacted once more to be a 'special assistant' on one of their higher-level projects here at home in London, at which point he is assigned to shadow Sherlock & assist him in any way he might need. John doesn't know exactly what Sherlock is, at first, but he's weirdly reminded of some of his parents' stories of 'Our Stepmother' in the USSR, and he's about to learn that Operation Declare is a lot deeper, older, and closer to home than he ever imagined.

That's the starting point of Part 1 of this AU.

For those who haven't read Declare: Sherlock (and Mycroft, and others) are a different sort of Fallen Angel, who never joined Hell after falling from Heaven, but rather made a home wherever they could on Earth, becoming known as nature spirits, fae, djinn, etc. (Djinn is the most commonly used term in the universe of Declare, so that's the terminology John uses, and they are explicitly stated to be fallen angels.) They've been neutral in the Heaven vs Hell war, tho Heaven definitely views them as enemies and Hell views them as… frenemies? Enemy of my enemy? Not worth bothering with? They are largely free agents, with some different powers & limitations compared to angels and demons, since they don't have the power concentration/strength in numbers of either Heaven or Hell behind them, and their own schisms and internal power struggles, separate from anything to do with Heaven and Hell.

Part 2 of the au would be after Crowley and Aziraphale fend off the apocalypse in GO s1 and become free agents themselves. Suddenly, Sherlock has a couple of rogue agents, formerly of Heaven and Hell, in his city, where before they were Officially Posted There, so he (mostly) would avoid them, though he and Crowley have definitely crossed paths before. Those two are very much frenemies, especially since the Notpocalypse. (John, for his part, has largely come to terms with the whole djinn thing. He is not happy to learn about angels and demons in the truer sense, though.)

And this scene here? IDK, Part 3, I guess, but maybe just a little aside for Crowley angst after GO s2, maybe not a whole fic, until/unless there's some interesting fodder for this au in GO s3, thwarting the second coming with Sherlock & John in tow maybe… (and Crowley and Aziraphale having to figure out their relationship while the other supernatural entity/ies around them already have their shit together)

[masterdisastre]

The Djinn - Chapter 1 - MasterDisaster - Slam Dunk (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

Do we have a brand new RuHana fic out there?

Oh yeah, yes we do.

Enjoy!

[agent-darkfest]

Almost forgot! Here’s some Magma art with Djinn Moon!

Also, can I just add I had loads of fun drawing with @/pluck-heartstrings, I gotta draw their Sun and Moon soon!

[xxchocobunm]

EITO?? EITOO??

WE'RE SO BACK PEOPLE

[eetherealgoddess]

helloo, I just want to tell you I've been your fan since I downloaded tumblr. I can't, your fanfics are to die for. 😭 I'm sorry, I've been the one liking your stories from the start, I hope it doesn't bother you and I'm sorry if it does.

can I request a really really dark supernatural au smut bonten x fem reader? I can't explain how much I love your supernatural au fanfics😭

Although idk who you are specifically, I appreciate all your likes and the request so you don’t have to be sorry!! I embrace all feedback!! Unfortunately, I don’t think I made this dark enough, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!! ♡︎♡︎♡︎

Y’all it’s wild cuz blood actually makes me queasy and uncomfortable. Especially gore and yet I write and read it even though I gotta pause to breathe from time to time lmao. This one is FULL of blood and gore. So be mindful!! ꨄꨄꨄ

ꨄBlood Thirstyꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Bonten Djinn Au

❦Your blood is enticing to Bonten❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

The male leads are Djinn, based off of the show Supernatural, though I’ve created my own version for the story. I’ve never watched the show but I searched up supernatural monsters and found Djinn.

In this story, they’re tattooed beings who drink blood and eat flesh. They trap their victims by luring them with their glowing eyes that cause a hypnotic trance. Their tattoos will glow the same color as their eyes. They can only be killed with a silver knife laced with an antidote created by Djinn slayers.

Djinn are not mine nor is this the original type of creature. There’s also another definition that has nothing to do with the show so you should research that if you want to find out because I don’t have enough info on that to be able to explain it.

Not fully proofread

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Blood Thirsty

You were quiet, hand covering your own mouth as your eyelids flutter closed. You lean your back against the shelf of books, hiding in an aisle of the abandoned library as you sit with your knees to your chest. You contain your vomit as you listen to the sounds of your friend's flesh ripping apart, the blood splattering against the floors as the putrid smell of death reaches your nose. Your other hand is placed against your pounding heart as your body tenses, hair sticking up as you prevent yourself from having an anxiety attack.

Earlier, you and your friends had gone to a local nightclub just to get out and have fun. Because the night club is owned by Djinn yakuza members, it was a sacrificial night, the full moon being the reason for this massacre. A ritual that was made into an agreement between humans and Djinn. Djinn can survive off of animal prey, which is what they eat until the night it’s time to feed. You had no idea the building was owned by not only a criminal organization but Djinn creatures at that. Not until one of your friends said, “Who knew Djinn could give us such a great time?”

Apparently your other three friends didn’t know either, eyebrows furrowing when they heard the news. It was already dangerous to be out late at night since that’s when they prowl on a full moon, but to also attend a Djinn club is just asking to be somebody’s meal. You smacked her shoulder and asked, “Why did you bring us here knowing that it’s feeding night?”

“They’re hot!” She responds, “If they’re gonna be active tonight then I know I can score at least one in exchange for my blood!” The creatures are known to be attractive, adding to the hype of the tattooed beings. Unfortunately, your friend is so boy crazy that she’ll put everyone at risk just for a chance with a murderous creature.

You all escaped and ran as fast as you could when all hell broke loose, ending in this dark dusty library, choosing your spots to hide in. You knew you couldn’t stay in the same spot for long. You knew you were going to have to move before they stopped feeding. The blood curdling screams of your friends begin to quiet down as you look over to the original friend who put you all in this predicament. She sat at the aisle across from you, eyes wide as well as her own hand covering her mouth as her body trembled. You both eyed each other in terror before you motioned for the door opposite of the sound. It was a few aisles down. You both have the potential to make it as they continue to eat.

You nod at her before standing on your feet, crouching as you peeked behind your aisle, instantly regretting it as you turned back away from the gruesome scene. Holding your stomach you ease your way to the other side of the aisle in front of you, hands trembling as you hold your breath once pausing, listening for any movement towards you. When all you heard was the usual ripping and bone cracking you turned to look at your friend who's following behind on her own side. You both move again and again until you finally make it out of the door, sprinting down the hall until you make it outside.

Your original plan was to keep running until you didn’t hear your friend behind you, turning around you noticed her standing in place, staring to the side.

“F/n! F/n! Come on!” You call out to her, confused as to why she stopped.

“But he’s so pretty.” She says breathlessly, her eyes beginning to glow purple.

You follow her sight, startled when you notice the shirtless man with a large tattoo on the left side of his torso, as well as a symbol on his neck. His purple mullet flowing in the wind as he stands across from her, eyes and tattoos glowing purple. Blood stained his mouth as well as his chest, his hands dripping with the substance as he licked some of the liquid off his fingers. You turn away as you grab her face, turning her to face you.

“Wake up! Wake up now! We’re gonna be killed!” You shake her face as her mouth hangs open, slobber dripping as you shift your gaze back to the male who stood still. You know you should leave her, but you can’t. You know it’s her fault, as well as yours for even being out in the first place on a night like this. Tears fall down your eyes as you contemplate whether or not to leave her to die. The only way she can be pulled out of the trance is by the Djinn releasing her or death.

You could be a savior and offer yourself up, but fear overtook your senses. You couldn’t possibly save her, so you decide to make a run for it while you still can, releasing her face. Before you could run, claws wrap around your wrist, yanking you back as you fall on the grass, bottom making contact with the ground as another tattooed being crouches over you. You noticed the yellow glow against the tiger symbol on his neck as well as the symbol that matches with the purple eyed Djinn on the right side of his chest.

His smile was as cold as his golden gaze, eyes refrained from glowing as he stared down at your fearful face. Blood covered his torso as well as his hands. You could see that his teeth were also stained with red as his smile widened.

“Where do ya think you’re going?”

You could only stare back at his face before you looked over to your friend, your hand reaching out in reflex as you called out to her when she walked over to the male. A hand on your chin forces you to turn your attention back to the brunette with blonde strands hanging over his face.

“Hey! Pay attention to me. I asked you a question.” He eyes you with an irritated gaze, causing you to yelp when he squeezes your chin tightly, claws poking your skin.

“Playing with your food, Kazu?” Another shirtless man walks toward the two of you from inside the building, fresh blood covering his mouth as well as his whole torso while the large tattoo on the right side of his body as well as the one on his neck glows purple.

He stops next to you both, sniffing the air as he eyes you and your friend with a lazy smile.

“Are you radiating that sweet scent, darling?”

“N-no! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You say as you pull back from the man’s grip.

The purple eyed man’s fingers met his chin. “Hm. Of course you don’t. You smell it?” He faces the crouching man.

“Yeah. That’s what brought me over here. Never smelled blood like that before.” The tiger symboled man pushes himself from the ground, standing over you as their intense gazes study you like you’re a new specimen.

Your eyebrows furrow as you notice their eyes becoming dim, faces turning red as they hold dazed looks on their faces.

“Man, your smell is intoxicating.” Kazutora breathes out, chest rising as he drags a large sniff of the air.

“Maybe we should preserve this one, yeah?” The short haired man suggests.

“You think boss’ll allow it?” Kazutora questions.

“Allow what?” A pink haired man entered the scene, walking until he reached the two men standing above you. His hair covered in blood as well as his face, hands, and chest, as if he rubbed himself against the liquid while feeding. You eye the blue glow of his wrist, the symbol matching the iciness of his piercing eyes. He sniffed the air, facing you as he observed your figure. Bending over, he grabs your arm, pulling you up on your feet and smelling the limb.

His face instantly warms, eyes dazed as he continues to sniff the sweet aroma, using a hand at the back of your neck to pull you closer as he nuzzles your neck. You put your hands on his chest as you pushed yourself away, his hand preventing you from moving as you struggled in his grasp.

“What is that?” He pulls back, turning to the others as he releases your neck only to keep a hold of your arm.

Kazutora shrugged. “That’s what we’re trying to figure out.”

You hear the sound of flesh ripping along with a familiar scream of pain. Turning your head, you eye the gruesome sight. The man has your friend’s detached arm in his hand. A big gash is left where her arm used to be as her legs tremble, her eyes staying wide as they continue to glow purple. Blood drips from the wound as he bites into the flesh of the arm, more blood staining his mouth as he moans while satisfying his hunger.

Your hands shake as you eye the display in horror, tears streaming down your face as you watch your last friend become a beast’s meal. Instincts going haywire, you wanted to run away, but if you did, you knew you’d be easily captured by the Djinn considering their abilities. They have the upper hand against the human species. You’ve always wondered why they didn’t just take over. You could only stand there amongst the men, feeling helpless, weak, and vulnerable. It disgusted you to be so human in this predicament. You were going to die and you had no choice but to accept it.

“Awe, she’s crying. I think you’re hurting her arm, Sanzu.” Kazutora jokes, pointing at your tears. You ignored him as you turned your head away from your friend who’s shoulder just got bitten off, using both of your hands to cover your ears, the sound driving you crazy.

Sanzu releases you just in time for you to lean over and vomit. Bile burning your throat as you gag and dry heave.

“Disgusting.” Sanzu hissed as he walked towards the purple mullet. Kazutora leaned over with his hands on his knees.

“It’s amazing how you still smell sweet. There’s no way boss won’t take you home with us.” He beams.

“He does have a thing for sweet things.” Ran states with a cigar in his mouth, sparking it before shoving the lighter in his pants pocket.

A short man walks out of the building, the men immediately turning their attention to him. The atmosphere darkens almost as much as the voids you’d call his eyes. He gave you an icy glare, causing a rapid chill to run up your spine as well as sending alerts to your instincts. Your body tenses as he comes closer. You hear him sniffing, eyeing the blood on his mouth as well as on his chest, bloody claws by his sides. He stops in front of you, gazing into your soul as you shift in discomfort.

His gaze slightly softens as the familiar red hue forms on his face, panting softly as he drags more of your fumes through his nostrils. You eye the blood staining his platinum hair, the stench of flesh and blood surrounding you. His palm rests on the side of your neck for a moment before he uses a claw to nick the skin, slicing a small cut in between your neck and shoulder causing you to flinch. He leans in, warm breath grazing your neck before his tongue slithers against your wound. His sunken eyes widen as his hands grab your shoulders, pulling you in as you place your hands on his chest in an attempt to push him away before you yelp from the fangs piercing through your skin.

He gulps your blood down, moaning against you as you fall backwards. He lands on top of you, a hand sliding behind your neck while the other balances next to your head. Your hands grip his shoulders as your eyes shut tightly in pain. You hiss and whimper under him as the others, including Sanzu and Rin, watch as if they’re in their own trance. He finally pulls his teeth out of your neck before he grips the back of your neck tightly as he nuzzles against the wound. Your blood rubs along his face as he engulfs himself. He breathes your scent in deeply before pulling back.

He pants as he sits on top of you with intense eyes. You avoid eye contact by looking at your own blood covering the hand that felt the moisture from your neck. Your hand trembles as you look at the men who stood around you. He stands up and walks away from you. He flicks his head, motioning for them to grab you. When you see this, your fight or flight kicks in causing you to hop up and run. The only place you could go was the forest but if you stayed hidden there until the sun rose, they would have to let you go in order to not break the treaty.

“So she wants a chase?” Rin questions with a smirk as all the executives stand and watch you run.

“Bind her and bring her to the car when you’re done.” Mikey says before he hops into the car.

With a wide grin that shows their sharp stained teeth, the four men began to sprint after you, Ran dropping the cigar in the process.

You run as fast as you can, grunting and breathing hard as your heart pounds. Your chest tightens as the pain in your legs form fast from running at a speed you’ve never had to run. You hop off of mini hills as well as passing many trees. The only light allowing you to see in the moonlight shining through the leaves. You just had to find a hiding spot to survive the night. You wouldn’t have run into the forest if they weren’t blocking your way. You knew you couldn’t pass them.

You groan as the pain becomes almost unbearable, the tightening of your body making it harder to breathe. You knew you’d have to stop soon but your adrenaline is pumping and you refuse to let them catch you. At least not easily. You thank the heavens that you hadn’t worn heels, the platforms of your shoes smacking against the grassy terrain, attempting to not fall on loose twigs or branches. As you run, you also gaze around for any mud to prevent yourself from sliding on it.

You pant, mouth wide open as you peek behind you. Seeing nothing there you continue to run as you look for the perfect hiding place. If you were being honest with yourself, there’s a low chance of surviving without being caught. They probably know exactly where you are and just allow you to run because they like to play with their prey. You’re not dumb. You were just scared. You had to try. Before you could plant your feet into the ground, you run into a figure in front of you, slamming into them.

Your friend's blood stains your clothes, mixing in with your own as the man wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in as he leans over to smell your blood.

“I don’t think we’ve properly met.” A hand covers your mouth, blocking your scream. You’re forced to turn the other way, your back against his chest as he holds you in place. The other men stood in front of you in a curve, staring you down with glowing eyes.

“I don’t think I want to put her in a trance. I like it when they fight.”

“I want a taste. Mikey made you look so good.”

Suddenly, fingers connect with your chin, moving your head to the side as the person in front of you sniffs before leaning into the spot Mikey focused on.

A long tongue glides against your neck, the short haired man moaning softly before his teeth sinks in. You yelp in pain as another bite comes from behind, the man’s younger brother getting his own taste from the other side of your neck. The arm around your waist tightens you in place. You smack Ran’s shoulder as you try to push him away, tears rolling out of your eyes at the pain.

“You guys are hogging her all to yourself.” Kazutora states before snatching one of your arms. He bites into your forearm, eyes widening when the blood hits his taste buds, eagerly draining you. Sanzu does the same to the other arm, shutting his eyes as he drinks from you. You could only cry out in agony as they drain from you. Your body weakens as well as you becoming light headed. This goes on until you begin to see stars, your vision blurring. They pull away from you just in time before you faint, your body weak against the man behind you as you lean back.

Suddenly, your bottom met the ground as the man sitswith his back leaned against the tree. You begin to feel kisses littering all over your neck, lips hitting the blood that continues to ooze out.

“You taste so fucking good.” He whispers as he licks the liquid. Your eyelids are heavy as you sit barely awake. It feels like your black out drunk, going in and out of consciousness from whatever was spiked in it.

You look into the eyes in front of you, the person kneeling before you as two palms hold your cheeks, lips meeting yours as you’re forced to kiss the man. You couldn’t even flinch when he nipped your lip, blood drawing from you as you sat weakly.

“Let me go.” You whisper against his lips, not having enough strength to say much in a louder tone. He pulls back as he smirks.

“Go where? You can’t even walk.” Sanzu says as he crouches beside you, eyeing the wound on your neck and using his fingers to force you to turn towards him.

The red hue is still stuck on all of their faces, dazed eyes as if they’re intoxicated by your scent.

“I wonder what your thighs taste like.” The golden eyed man states before kneeling and pulling your leg open. He leans over and begins licking and sucking your thigh before sinking his teeth in. Another grunt leaves out of your mouth from the pain.

“I wonder how you taste down here.” A hand coming from behind slips into your pants as you try to wiggle out of his grip.

“Stop! Don’t touch me!” You cry out angrily. The hand dips into your panties, slowly rubbing up your slit before landing on your clit.

“I bet your cum is as sweet as your blood, huh?” The man behind you chuckles as he rolls his finger against your clit.

“I think we should find out.” His brother adds on, smiling as they nod at each other. Kazutora moves away from your thigh as he wipes his mouth, licking the blood he wiped from the back of his hand.

Rin pulls his hand out of your pants before reaching under your thighs and pulling them as far back as he could. Ran uses a claw to cut a slit from the zipper of your pants down to your ass. He tears a hole into the pants, stretching them to get a good view of your panties.

“No! Stop right now! Please!” Your head falls back on Rin’s shoulder weakly as you use your hands to cover yourself. Sanzu grabs them, securing your wrists above your head.

Ran leans over as he slices through the middle of your panties. He closes in and takes a big whiff of your vagina. Using two fingers, he gently spreads your lips apart with one hand while the thumb on his other hand pulls the hood of your clit back, revealing the bud.

“What a pretty pussy.” You twitch slightly as you feel a blow of air on your clit.

Your face warms up when you feel his lips grazing your clit, leaving a soft kiss on the bud. He does it once more and then again as he looks at you with intense eyes. You bite your lip, sucking your teeth as you turn away, only for Sanzu to use one hand to force you to look up at him. Leaning over with one hand still gripping your wrists, his lips meet yours. Rin keeps your legs pulled back, piercing his claws into your skin to draw some blood, watching as you flinch in pain, all the while Ran licks up your clit before he gives a few more kitten licks. Finally, he closes his mouth around the bud, sucking and flicking his tongue as he dives in.

Kazutora, who's still kneeling on the ground, licks up the blood dripping from your thighs. You whimper against Sanzu’s mouth.

“I think we should put the bind in between her breasts.” Rin says as you jolt from Ran’s tongue. Sanzu pulls back.

“We should put it on her face, that way everyone knows who she belongs to.”

Kazutora pulls back. “But she has such a pretty face, I don’t want to mark it.”

Ran continues to suck your clit as he lowers his head to lick some of your slick from the hole itself, his long tongue pushing inside as he uses a finger to rub your clit. He doesn’t pay much attention to the conversation, too obsessed with drinking your juices as your pussy contracts. Your head falls back with your eyes shut tight.

“Fine. Take her arms.” Kazutora grabs your arms as he stands up, Sanzu kneeling to tear the middle of your top open, revealing the lack of bra.

“Wow, you were already ready.” Kazu beams.

Sanzu sticks out a claw as his eyes glow, along with his tattoo. The beam reaches his hand as the claw meets with your skin, Rin holding you tighter as you scream in pain. The claw penetrates your skin as it drags into the shape of their Bonten symbol, blood dripping down as you struggle in his grip.

“Stop! Stop! It fucking hurts!” You cry out, your own nails digging into the skin of your palms. Kazutora forces you to turn to him with one hand, trapping your screams with an open mouthed kiss.

The contrast of pain between your chest and pleasure from your pussy shamefully causes you to near your orgasm as Ran tongue fucks you and rolls a finger around your bud. Your pussy drips with juice as your body convulses, just in time for the bind to complete as it glows a blue color that swirls into all of their signature colors before it resembles a normal tattoo. You yell out as you finally reach your limit, creaming on his face as he laps up the juice. Not long after, you finally pass out from all the overwhelming sensations.

[jayninjago]

[cottoncandysprite]

More CU djinn stuff! Hes just a big nandermo shipper in every universe

[wedielikemen]

WIP WEDNESDAY!!

[the-sky-queen]

I'm curious

@boom-fanfic-a-latta

[aut2imagineart]

I've had a Korrasami genie AU for a while now and I wanted to create the scene where they first meet Mako, Bolin, and Pabu. The story I had in mind for it was a combination of Aladdin and The Legend of Korra storylines told mainly from the perspectives of Korra and Asami. I have most of it written haven't figured out how to finish it. I'll probably share what I have during Korrasami week.

The Legend of Korra belongs to Nickelodeon and Avatar Studios.

As always, comments and critiques are welcome.

BTW, if anyone wants to make fan art of this AU feel free to do so.

[strawberryblueberrypies]

Yes this is based off that Squidward meme lol

It's a rough ass sketch but I think it adds to the humor so it stays like this

[alterchaos]

ALWAYS WILL BE

Tensions hit an all-time high between the two Mobians. With the ring of hate in his possession, can Sonic overcome its effects once more before it's too late? Eve comes up with a plan...

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After the mishap with the girl and the sword, the trio of heroes decided to set up camp inside the damp cave. Things were awkward to say the least, especially since they reached the decision to rotate the rings between themselves regularly in order to keep their effects in balance. Even Sharah, in her half-human state, couldn’t avoid the rings’ influence entirely, and neither Mobian was planning to let her carry that burden alone. As of now, the half-genie possessed the ring of pleasure, the human the ring of desire, and the hedgehog the ring of hate. 

Eve rung out her drenched, golden hair as Sharah crafted a fire to keep them warm. She turned, watching the hedgehog curled up off to the side with worry. She wanted nothing more than to see him okay. Whether that was, in part, due to the ring in her possession or the strength of her own will, she did not know.

All she knew was that her desire was real.

Eve shuffled a bit closer to her best friend, “Hey…How’s your hand?”

He shifted slightly so that his face was hidden even more from her, “Fine.”

She furrowed her brow, “Just ‘fine’?”

“Yeah. Peachy. Or is that not what you’re looking for.”

Her eyes widened slightly before fixing on him with a stern gaze, “Why don’t you trust me?”

Sonic jolted, turning over to face her as his eyes narrowed in anger, “What?”

“You’re always on me when I try to help. It’s frustrating, Sonic.” She placed a hand on her chest, “I may be human, but I’m not weak. I thought you of all people would believe in me, just like you used to back on Earth.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not the same as I was back then, am I!? Things change, Eve!!” He scrunched his eyes shut, recalling the dark flames dancing off his figure.

“...but not our friendship…right?”

Sonic’s eyes flew open, the two of them staring at each other for an extended moment before the former gripped his chest in pain, trembling slightly as he fought to catch his breath. Eve reached out.

“Soni-”

He swatted her hand away.

“Don’t. I…I-I don’t…”

Her eyes grew concerned.

“You don’t…what?”

“...”

Sonic looked down at his trembling, injured hand with a hateful heart.

“Sonic…Talk to me…What are you-”

He whipped his head upwards, his furious gaze meeting hers as tears flew from his eyes.

“JUST DROP IT!!!”

“...”

The girl with the golden hair watched him in deep concern as the hedgehog’s eyes fell once more on his hand, a mixture of terror and loathing lining his features.

“Sonic…I just want to help-”

“Is that what you want? Then you can help by staying as far away from me as you ca-”

“Not an option.”

“Then make it an option.”

“Just listen to m-”

Sonic flashed a cocky grin, “Oh is that what you want now?”

Her eye twitched in annoyance, “Son-”

Sonic threw his arms wide, “Go on Miss Captain…Tell me what you want. Is that so hard? What happened to being our brave and fearless leader, huh? What? Didja get cold feet?”

Eve leaned in close, her eyes flashing a light blue for a moment as she snapped, his constant interruptions pushing her to her limit, “What I WANT is for YOU to LISTEN to me for a second!!!”

Sonic paused, having snapped out of the ring’s hold for a moment. He gripped his head, shaking it slightly as he caught the end of her words out of context. He held out his hand with sincere concern, “G-Give me the ring.”

Eve jolted, “What? Sonic, I’m not-”

“I said…” His pupils flashed green once more, “Give me the ring.”

Eve watched with concern as Sonic bore his fangs, a small growl escaping him as his hackles raised.

This wasn’t good.

She needed to help him calm down.

“Sonic…I don’t think-”

“Of course you don’t. If you did, we wouldn’t be in this situation, would we captain?”

Eve simply stared at him in shock.

This…

This wasn’t Sonic…

She couldn’t even bring herself to be angry or upset at him given how out of character it was. All she felt was a deep and intense concern for her very first and best friend.

Sharah, on the other hand, was furious. 

“Master Sonic!”

“Hm?” The hedgehog turned to face the half-genie with a bored expression as he rubbed his ear nonchalantly, “What do you want?”

Sharah held out her hand, “I think it is time to hand over that ring. Now.”

Sonic winced as his heart skipped a beat, though he quickly covered up his pain with a cocky smirk and sinister chuckle, “I- huff I-Is it…n-now… huff haa…”

“Sonic…” Eve reached out a sympathetic hand, though she froze when he turned to face her, his eyes swimming with disgust and malice. She trembled slightly, “...please.”

He recaptured his breath, standing tall as his friend’s pleas reached him, tugging at his heart once more, “Fine. I’ll hand it over…”

Sharah reached for the ring, though Sonic quickly pulled away, waving a sarcastic finger in her face as he clicked his tongue.

“On one condition.” He looked to his long-time friend with a mischievous grin, “You trade Sharah for the ring of pleasure.”

“Huh?”

Caution seeped into the half-genie’s tone, “Master Sonic…”

Eve searched his hate-filled eyes for any rhyme or reason as to such a request, but quickly gave up. It didn’t matter. If that is what it would take for him to give up the ring of hate so he wouldn’t be consumed by its power, she was willing to face whatever this other ring had in store for her.

“Alright.”

“Master Ev-”

She reached behind her, rubbing her head and neck slightly as she closed her eyes and sighed. She then held out her hand, “I’m ready. Give me the ring, Sharah.”

Sonic folded his arms, “Heh…This should be good…”

Sharah, ring in hand, searched the human’s eyes worriedly. Eve offered a slight nod of reassurance, prompting the half-genie to sigh in resignation as she handed the turquoise relic over.

“I hope you know what you’re doing…”

Eve took the ring in her hands, her eyes glowing slightly as she did. She closed her eyes a moment before turning towards Sonic, a scowl lining her face.

“There. Happy now?”

Sonic returned the scowl, “I will be once I can drag your reckless butt to safety without you fighting me anymore.”

Eve shook her head as she chuckled, “So that was your reason? Even in a hate-filled state, you still can’t help but care about others…”

“You got a problem with that?”

She smiled warmly, “Not at all.”

“Tsch!” Sonic pulled his gaze away from her, tapping his foot impatiently as he awaited the ring’s effect to take hold.

Any second now…

…

…

Sonic pretended to check some invisible watch on his injured hand before looking back over at the girl standing across from him. She folded her arms, smiling confidently. He narrowed his eyes in frustration, releasing another small growl.

“What’s wrong, Sonic? Oh wait…Was something supposed to happen? I couldn’t tell.”

Sonic stormed over to her, “Yeah actually! How are you doing that!?”

Eve cocked her head in pretend curiosity, further egging on the hedgehog’s currently fragile ego, “Do what, Sonic?”

“Don’t play dumb with me!! You know damn well what I mean!!”

Eve turned the ring over in her hand with genuine curiosity now, “Actually, I don’t. Sharah’s had the ring this whole time, so I really don’t know what I’m supposed to expect. Should I be exploding or something right now?”

Sonic grabbed her wrist to regain her attention, though he still remained gentle even in his altered mind, “No you idiot. You were supposed to become easy to control!”

A glint entered the human girl’s eye as she looked down upon him with a cocky smirk, “Then why don’t you show me? You know…since I’m such an idiot and all…”

Sonic snatched the ring from her hand, shoving his into her empty grasp with a snarl as he leaned in close, “Maybe I will!”

“Fine.”

“Fine!”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Wait a sec-”

THUD!

Eve released a tense breath as she threw the ring of hate to the side, relief flooding her whole body. She fell to her knees next to the downed hedgehog, throwing her pack to the side as well as the water blue ring she’d snuck beneath the back of her top, finally releasing herself from the ring of desire’s grip on her heart as well. She bent forward, dry heaving as she held herself up by shaky hands.

Sharah slid down next to her, “MASTER EVE!!!”

“I…huff huff…I-I’m fine…huff…Sh-Sharah…”

The half-genie offered a hand on the girl’s back, rubbing slightly to help relieve any lingering nausea or weakness.

“Th-That was incredible! H-How did you-”

“I-I…I figured that…since my…d-desire…to protect him…o-outweighed everything…else…I-I could…use its power…a-amplify it…t-to…to trump the effects of…th-the others…I-I…was right…” Eve lurched forward once more, nearly throwing up from the emotional whiplash and strain she’d endured.

Sharah stared at her in awe as she finally lost her battle against the churning in her stomach, “Are…Are you insane? It is nearly impossible to wield one ring without losing yourself to its influence and you decided to wield TWO!? AT THE SAME TIME!?”

Eve coughed a few times before catching her breath and wiping the residue from her lips as she shook, “W-Well…what can I say? He’s my…best friend…I’d do anything for him…”

“A-Anything…?”

“Y-Yeah…” She looked to the flame poking out from her friend’s chest with despondent eyes, “I’d have even taken that flame for him if I’d had the chance…He means that much to me…I…wouldn’t be here if not for him…” She looked down, remembering that day at the construction site, “I owe him my life…”

Sharah rubbed one of her bangles, “So…in a way…he’s your master too…”

“Huh?” Eve looked at the half-genie beside her in confusion, “No. Sharah…that isn’t it at all…”

“Huh?” Sharah met her gaze with just as much confusion, “Then what is it?”

“I chose to dedicate my life to him of my own free will. Sharah…a master doesn’t give his servants the right to choose. That’s why Sonic doesn’t like you calling him that. Everything he is, everything he stands for, it’s all the embodiment of free will. That’s all he wants for you, Sharah, whether you accept it or not.”

Sharah stared at Eve with wide eyes, her free hand sliding over the light amulet around her neck instinctively. She looked down, guilt lining her features as her gaze shifted towards the flame dancing gracefully off the hedgehog’s chest in a steady rhythm.

“Then…what if I choose to accept it? What will become of him…of…us?”

Eve chuckled slightly as she shook her head, following her gaze after, “Nothing, Sharah. Sonic is just Sonic. Always has been. Always will be. You saw how he is with these rings. Who he is doesn’t change whether he’s happy or upset. He just cares for the sake of caring. Nothing can take that away from him.” She smiled at her friend, lost and mumbling incoherently in his delirium, “He’ll always be Sonic in the end.”

Sharah fidgeted with her amulet some more.

“And m-me? What will become of me? W-Will…Will I change too?”

Eve closed her eyes pensively, “Mmm…Maybe…” She winked at Sharah, “...but then you’d be able to become something more.”

“And what is that?”

Eve smiled warmly.

“A friend.”

The half-genie’s eyes flew wide as she looked to the human before her. She then glanced back down at the hedgehog.

Was…

Was it really okay to…

She scrunched her features, steeling herself as she addressed the girl once more.

“E-...?” She shook her head before looking to the girl with pleading eyes, “Listen there’s…there’s something I need to-”

“Mmmnnnn…Iwann…protec…ooou…”

Eve looked back down at her incoherent, faceplanted friend as he raised a swaying finger in the air, laughing heartily as she nudged his spiky head affectionately, “Just go to sleep, you dork! You can protect me later, okay?”

“Mmmkaaaay…” The hedgehog swiftly fell silent before just as quickly releasing a steady rhythm of placated snores. 

Eve laughed once more, shaking her head as she situated herself beside him, “Well, we’d better get some sleep too.” She smiled once more before lying down on her side, “Goodnight, Sharah.”

“I-” It was too late though. Sharah froze, unable to will herself to continue what she was about to say. She looked down once more at the flame with guilt before rubbing one of her gold bangles and disappearing inside her ring.

“Goodnight…Masters…”

CHAPTER END

[agent-darkfest]

Yay! Another fun Magma Session completed! Let’s have some Moon from the Arabian Knights AU.

As you know, Mr. Grumpy tends to get very angry and violent, but did you know it’s partially due to something called Djinn’s Madness? =)

[xxchocobunm]

IF! MAFIA CHP 14 SPOILER

AINT NO WAY, EITO, I COULD CHANGE YOU /hj

I'm so in denial about this someone help me

[sunnysunshine101]

Female Djinn Anatomy Art

So I had this idea for a long time, what is the society of Djinn?

The potential to explore this fact could have been executed so well In Skybound with Nadakhan but we all know how that went-

So I went ahead and decided to do my own interpretation

What

Me!? Me!?

Possibly using this as a possible idea for an ask blog comic!? What!? Noooooo

Quickly starts shoving away plans titled “Like the Seasons, things Change”

[jayninjago]

Reunion xoxo