#he’s barely kissed another monster let alone a human

[a5tr0n0m1cal]

👉👈 May I have a smooch from Raz?

He seems shocked at your request, followed by a look of confidence as if to say “of course you want to kiss me, look at me” or at least that’s what you think he’d say if you could read his mind at least.

His stance however, once you really look at him, betrays his facade. His left platform boot begins to tap nervously as he bounces his leg in place, and a skeletal hand picks at the bedazzled jewels at the cuff of his leather biker jacket. He’s nervous.

When you bend down, his face grows ever red, and looks all around your face, then your eyes, then your lips.

His kiss is featherlight. Barely touching your lips, it almost tickles the way his teeth graze your lips, his magic making your lips feel like they’re buzzing. He pulls back for a moment, looking at you again. “Nothing short of perfection I assume?” He puffs up his chest and smirks, but it’s a little wobbly and his eyelights are now little…red… hearts ❤️

[slightly-knot-insane]

A Little Bit Rusty [ part 3 ]

Monstertober 2024 - day 25 [ Oviposition ] by /@ozzgin

[ m!monster x fem!reader ]

a/n: let's restart the monstertober, shall we? this is part 3, and here you can read [ part 1 ] and [ part 2 ] content: egg insertion, creampie, breeding, belly bulge, praising, pregnancy (?)

Ever since that little tryst inside the closet, your little 'situationship' stagnated. Not that you wanted that. But your mentor has been sending you some weird signals. The fact that he is a monster didn't help at all. He could definitely blush and strong emotions were recognizable on his scaly skin. But some subtle feelings like amusement, irritation, content very hard to catch. He truly seems interested in you, watching you often and eyeing you with his pupils dilated. You swear you even saw him lick his lips seductively (or was he just hungry?).

On the other hand, he has avoided staying alone in a room with you. As long as topics were professional, you could communicate, but as soon as you would try to talk about something private, he would blush and excuse himself to some 'very important business'. Bull shite.

Very soon you completely lost your patience, so one day, you wait the end of your shift and corner him. "I like you!" you almost shout as you bang your hand at the wall next to his head. He seems quite terrified. Maybe this wasn't the right approach? "Sorry, but yes, I do. And I think you like me? In any case, I would like to talk about us."

He is silent for a while, staring at your face in, what seems like disbelief or shock. "Lets go to my office, then."

As a perfect gentleman he is, he lets you enter first and closes the door behind you. You have only enough time to gasp before he pushes you against his desk and lifts you on the wooden surface. He kisses your neck, scraping his teeth against your skin while his bony hands knead your thighs. "I apologize," he growls. "I didn't want to be pushy. I thought you needed time to think... But I was thinking about you all the time... Imagining us again and again, over and over..."

"You..." Your breath hitches once his hand glides down your skirt and into your panties. "You said we're done thinking. I thought you truly meant that."

He takes a step back, stopping the kissing. "Shit, I did say that, didn't I? But we're coworkers and you're a young human and I thought... maybe... you would change your mind."

You pull him back onto yourself and press your palm against his hard cock hidden under neatly ironed pair of pants. "I am your coworker. I'm young. I'm a human. But I'm also very into you and want to fuck your brains out over and over again."

The growl he lets out was almost frightening. He pushes you down on his desk, his teeth bared. "Nggg..." He can barely talk, his tongue getting stuck and twisting around the human language. "I want to fuck you right here but... I also want... I've been thinking..." His expression changes to a weird one. He moves away from your, apprehensively rubbing his forehead. What a sudden change of mood. "Let's go to my place... I want to ask you something...

* * *

You expected many things - a BDSM dungeon, a collection of dildoes, costumes, maybe even another monster partner- but you didn't expect three eggs.

"Ever since that night, I've been thinking about you and how incredible you are. I would be so honored if you would carry them for me for three months. I never wanted an artificial uterus." He finally notices your flabbergasted expression. "What? I'm sorry, are you okay?"

It takes a glass of water, a glass of wine and a cookie to recover you. You two have a long chat and eventually reach an understanding. His species has had very short period of dating or courtship in general. Also, there are barely any members of his hybrid species left (and most of them are his relatives), so he had to go artificial even though he didn't want to. And then he met you and well... his breeding urges got a hold of him.

"I'm so so so sorry for overwhelming you. I've never dated a human and just... in the movies, it all happens so fast so I thought it was normal for you too."

All you can do is start laughing. Movies? This silly hybrid really doesn't have a clue about anything. Still, the idea sounds... good. Interesting, at least. Why not, after all?

You take his scaly hand in yours and guide it to your excited core. "Let's do this. YOLO, right?" You haven't nervously laughed like this since high school.

The shock on his face melts into gratefulness before sharpening his features into a very primal lust. He grabs your blouse and there is clear intent to rip it apart, but the polite part of him tames the wild side and he simply clumsily unbuttons it. You truly appreciate his affection and self control... at the moment.

"I need to prepare you," he says, smirking. His work suit is still on him but you're stark naked. Why do you suddenly feel so much hotter and exposed? And thrilled? He gently places you on a plush little armchair that reminds you of a bean bag, and spreads your legs. "First, lubrication," he explains and dives into your cunt.

His tongue is rough and bumpy, and it's too much for you at first. But his patient licks and flicks soon became a delightful sensation. He can't suck your clit, but he rubs it with his snout. He says he never dated human? Well, he probably watched porn and read some manuals because very quickly you're on verge of an orgasm.

"I'm sorry, doll, but I'll stop now. You are ready to cum - and fuck I want you to so much - but your orgasm will help eggs slide in, trust me."

You're panting and nodding, silently screaming to do whatever he wants quickly and give you the climax you need. He places the egg against your entrance and starts licking your clit again all while pushing the egg in and out. The slight stretching of the smooth eggshell and his rough tongue torturing your clit is completely different but so good.

"Such a good girl," he whispers, his burning eyes looking at your just above your pubes. "You're going to be so full of my eggs. You will carry my offspring for me."

The need builds up in you firing up your nerves with every lick and every stretch until you burst and scream. "Perfect," is all you hear him say as he pushes the first egg inside you.

"Oh my gah..." The egg slides inside your vagina, guided by your spasming muscles, until it nests against your warm womb. "So gah-good," you pant, shaking, and your mentor lovingly caresses your sweaty cheek.

"I'm so glad," he says. "There is more."

The second orgasm comes faster and the second egg slides easily too. "More," you pant still shaking. "This is so good. I feel them inside me. They feel so good."

Your mentor stands up and unbuttons his pants. You notice he's trembling too. "You're so beautiful like that. I can see them inside your stomach, all the beautiful curves. And they are mine. Fuck. I have to have you. I have to fill you."

He kneels in front of you and bites your nipple. His hard cock is rubbing against your anus, needy to enter a hole - any hole! - twitching impatiently. His cock glides against your moist cunt while he grunts into your chest. The next low moan is followed with his thrusting inside your core. Slow but intense. He is constantly cursing under his breath, groaning and grunting as he pounds your pussy. The pleasure erupts inside you and you gush around his cock, and he quickly pulls out. The last egg is inside you.

"Finally. Now I can fuck you all I want." He pushes your legs down with his shoulders and returns to your aching and pulsating hole fucking you and filling you with his seed until you're both exhausted. Before nesting behind you and holding you, he cleans you up and covers you with a blanket.

* * *

Things are a lot less awkward at work, in a way, even though you two can barely control yourselves. Sometimes you end up in storage rooms or offices, too impatient to wait for free time to properly fuck and cuddle. Your 'co-partner' is doting but also surprisingly virile - you have a lot of sleepless nights. You knew there was a proper shiny specimen hiding underneath all that rust.

You happily pat your belly and feel around the eggs. What will you do afterwards - who knows? You work in a museum and helping an extinct species come to life again is something any anthropologist dreams about. Future is just as exciting as the past.

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Heartful Confessions

Summary: Logan confesses his feelings

Warnings: Fluff!

WC: 682

Read on Ao3!

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It was a quiet evening in the cabin, nestled deep within the forest. The glow from the fireplace cast a warm, golden hue on the rustic furniture. You sat on the couch, your legs tucked beneath you, holding a mug of hot tea. Logan had gone out earlier, doing his usual brooding walk through the woods, but you knew he’d return soon. He always did.

The sound of the door creaking open caught your attention. Logan stepped in, his leather jacket still slightly damp from the evening dew. He gave you a gruff nod as he kicked off his boots, then went to the couch, sinking down beside you.

"Long walk?" you asked softly, resting your head on his shoulder. His warmth enveloped you immediately, and the familiar scent of pine and the faint hint of cigar smoke comforted you.

“Yeah,” he muttered, his voice gravelly. He gently took the mug from your hands, setting it on the coffee table. His rough hand came to rest on your knee, and he rubbed his thumb absently against your skin.

You let out a soft sigh, content to be there with him. With Logan, words weren’t always necessary. His presence alone calmed your mind and filled your heart with a sense of belonging.

But tonight, something felt different. Logan was quiet, even more so than usual, and though his hand was on your knee, his eyes were distant, lost in thought.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" you asked, lifting your head to look at him.

He let out a low grunt as if debating whether or not to answer. But then, after a beat, he finally spoke.

"I’ve lived a long time, darlin’," he began, his voice low. "Longer than anyone should. Seen a lot, done things I ain't proud of… Lost a lot of people along the way."

Your heart ached at his words. Logan carried the weight of his past like a heavy burden; sometimes, it seemed like it would crush him.

"But then you came along," he continued, his gaze finally meeting yours. His expression softened, the usual hardness in his eyes replaced with something tender, something you rarely saw.

You shifted closer to him, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Logan…”

He caught your hand in his and held it to his chest. “You’re different. You don’t make me feel like I’m some kind of monster… You make me feel human. Like maybe, after all this time, I can still find a bit of peace.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. Logan wasn’t one for grand declarations, and hearing him speak so openly sent a warmth flooding through your chest.

"You are my peace, Logan," you whispered, feeling the weight of your own emotions bubbling to the surface. "You're my home."

A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He leaned in, resting his forehead against yours. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist, and all you could feel was the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your palm.

“You’re my missing puzzle piece,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Didn’t think I’d ever find it… but here you are.”

Tears welled up in your eyes at his words. Logan, with all his gruffness and rough edges, had finally opened up in a way you never expected.

“I love you,” you said softly, your voice trembling with emotion.

Logan’s hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer until his lips brushed against yours in a tender, lingering kiss. It wasn’t rushed or desperate—it was slow, sweet, and full of everything he couldn’t say.

When he finally pulled back, his thumb gently wiped away a stray tear that had slipped down your cheek. "I love you too, darlin’. More than I ever thought I could love anyone."

You smiled through your tears, leaning into his touch as he pressed another soft kiss to your forehead. In that moment, in the warmth of the fire and the comfort of Logan’s arms, you knew you’d found your forever.

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tags!

EVERYTHING PERM: @nekoannie-chan @kjs-s @notyourtypicalrose @mistressofallthingsgeeky

MARVEL PERM: @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @late-to-the-party-81 @capsthot @kenzieam @dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes

LOGAN/WOLVERINE:  @winterslove1917

[vellichor-of-the-solivagant]

CONTENT WARNING: NSFW! Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dub-con/ Non-con, Smut, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Handjobs, bondage (kinda), monsterfucking (kinda?), Murder

Series (inspired by this drabble) / Archive of Our Own / Masterlist / DISCORD SERVER

in a world where humankind had begun to decline and monsters from hell had begun to crawl on the land, women were the most sought-after, collected upon birth and sold at auctions like treasures

what you had thought to be the last hope of humanity, were the very ones who forced you out of your safe place

in reality, you were just about to become a sex slave, present without a piece of clothing to the monsters of the auction

you found yourself bought by four powerful monsters and brought back to their house

but they didn't look like monsters, they barely looked like monsters, and they didn't act like those desperate and aggressive monsters you have always read on documentaries and news

on your first night, which you thought to be starting night when you become their fuck toy, you were left alone in a room, in the pretense of them giving you some time to adjust

it didn't last for another night

your back arched as a warm hand slid between you thighs, a groan echoing softly in your ears, and a warm breath fanned your neck

you tried to open your eyes, but merely managed to get a glance before a hand landed on your eyes, keeping them close

john mactavish, a incubus, parted your legs wide open and placed himself in between. Hand traveled beneath your shirt, finding itself a breast to play with, his calloused fingers massaged the sensitive bud

a moan escaped past your lips at the foreign feeling, trembling as his tongue made its way from your stomach to the band of your undergarment

but he did not bother to remove it and started to plant open-mouthed kisses until he found your folds, chuckling at the wet spot on the thin fabric, then dove down

you found your hand grasping on the sheets of the bed, the other on the demon's hair, as he sucked on your clit, till his tongue made its way to your opening, pushing in and pulling out, and getting drunk on your fluids through the fabric

you voiced out a beg for him to stop, but your words drowned in the middle of your moans, the lewd noises echoing in the room, and his groans, to the point your senses had became mushed you didn't notice the other three striding into the room

jonathan price, a dragon shape-shifter, who seemed to be the leader of their herd, heaved you away from mactavish, growling on your ear, leaving a long lick from your neck to the shell of your ear, hands quickly traveled down to your thighs, one going under to lift it up and the other slipping to your wet slit, pushing in a finger

the sudden intrusion made you jolt, and he did not bother letting you adjust as he started pumping in and out

you grabbed onto his arm to steady yourself, moans stopping the command of your mind to make him stop

so soon, even your noises had been stifled when kyle garrick, one whom you couldn't comprehend what kind of monster he was, grabbed you jaw and pulled to a sloppy kiss. Your teeth bumped with his occasionally and his tongue took the lead, hushing your cry as price planted his fangs on your shoulder and mactavish took one of your breasts to suck on your nipple

but on your peripheral, blurry from the tears threatening to run down from your eyes, you noticed one of them still hadn't joined. simon riley who hadn't said a single word since they bought you

his eyes scanned your body and a tongue ran from one corner of his lips to the other as shadows slithered from his hands towards you, binding your wrists and pulling it up in the air. the other three, took this as the initiative to bring you back down on the bed and hover over you like beasts feasting on their prey

You let the tear go down your cheeks as the bind tightened, as their bites hurt more, and as the pleasure began to swallow you hole

The next day, you slit their throats apart

Series (inspired by this drabble) / Archive of Our Own / Masterlist / DISCORD SERVER

[with-my-calamitous-love]

I CHOOSE YOU AND ME, RELIGIOUSLY

osamu dazai x reader

thoughts about how dazai would treat you

same premise as the chuuya + atsushi ver

inspired by guilty as sin

osamu dazai, who doesn’t really know how to love. you confuse him and challenge the equations in his head. who is a mystery to everyone, even himself. who is sure that nothing will fill his heart. who is easy to approach, but hard to love.

osamu dazai, who wonders if he’s allowed to cry. if he’s allowed to show any real emotion behind the walls and bandages he’s put up. who wonders if he- an absolute vile monster of a man- is allowed to love you. who wonders if he deserves anything more than death for what he’s done, for the demon he still thinks he is.

osamu dazai, who still tries to be a good man. who takes the words of his former friend to heart. who wonders when he’ll deserve to love. who wonders when he’s considered good enough to love you. who is usually so smart, so calculated, and so thoughtful, and who is at an embarrassing loss for words when it comes to you.

osamu dazai, who decides he’ll bet against the universe once again. who throws his life to the wolves and the ocean rocks if it means getting to hold you. who treats you like gold, whispering words into your ear he would never dare to speak to anyone else. “you’re not my first kiss, my first time, or even my first ‘i love you’ but you are the first person who made living seem possible for me.”

osamu dazai, who prefers to be alone. who knows thats what makes you different, because for the first time ever, he craves your presence. he wants you in his lap while he reads, who actively pulls you towards him when he sleeps, who kisses your knuckles before leaving for a mission, who returns to engulf you in his embrace when he steps into a home. who actually thinks of his apartment as a home when you’re in it.

osamu dazai, who everyone thinks is a womanizer, but is secretly a gentlemen. who knows chivalry like its his first language. who always opens to the door for you, slips his hand around your waist like a puzzle piece, who zips up all your clothes for you, who presses kisses underneath your ear while he’s at it, who reads you poetry, who teases you because he can’t help but love the way you turn pink, who somehow manages to keep the flowers he buys for you alive for longer, who knows everything about you, and who lets you decode his soul.

osamu dazai, who wants you to know him as well as he knows you. who tells you about his past, about his wrongdoings, about odasaku. who swears that the most human he has ever felt was when he was looking at you. who can’t fathom how you’re real. who lets you see whats under his bandages. how his heart swells when you kiss each one.

osamu dazai, who makes chuuya promise him to protect you should anything ever happen to him. who can’t stand the thought of you leaving, even though death was such a common feeling for him in his life. who tells chuuya you’re his everything, and trusts him to look after you. who can’t imagine another man ever loving you, but knows that chuuya is a man of promises, and will not let anyone touch a hair on your head once he’s gone.

osamu dazai, who thinks of you as way to die. who takes one look at you and recalls things that haven’t even happened yet. late nights, messy kisses, promises, families, embraces, heaven, sin, unraveling, scars, loving not despite but because. who’s heart is so full of you he can barely call it his own anymore.

osamu dazai, who thinks that even if its all make belief, and if he’s simply made you up, he’ll uphold his vows anyway. he’ll still come home to you with a kiss to your forehead. he’ll still always give you his jacket when you even slightly shiver. he’ll still read to you his favourite poetry, tell you his secrets and watch how you love him anyway. he thinks that even if you aren’t real, he’ll love you like his favourite storybook.

osamu dazai, who knows the world will crucify him anyway. who knows he’ll likely pay for what he’s done at some point. who knows the universe will catch up to him soon, even though he’s trying to be better. who thinks its okay if he gets what he deserves, even if its death, because he’s already seen heaven just by kissing you. who thinks that way you hold him is spiritually holy, who lets you haunt him stunningly. he vows to find you in another life, one where he can deserve you. a life where he an love you with no limits. who knows he’ll choose you, always.

[satubby]

Yandere God Gojo headconons

[As promised, a bit late I know, but I needed my time to not cry for Satoru so an apology. So since I'm not good at describing powers and let's add to that Jujutsu Kaisen has mathematics, which I hate... I just won't go into his god-like powers]

This post comes from the previous idea, you can find it in my profile. Credits to the artist and me for the edition.

⚠️ Warning: This is MY interpretation of the character but it does not define the canon, I want to show my love for him (Fuck Gege for all I care) There may also be pronoun errors because damn my dyslexia affects my eyesight.

On an ordinary night, your mother sent you to the mini supermarket, a place similar to convenience stores like pharmacies. 「More common in my native Mexico, such as an Oxxo.」

Unexpectedly, a curse/demon began to haunt you. Without knowing how, you ended up cornered in an alley, the rain adding a touch of desperation to the atmosphere. Exhausted, you tripped over a trash can, lacerating your leg in the fall.

The unimaginable happened when your blood, the fruit of the scrape, awakened a god enclosed within a bucket, multiple eyes arranged in a dice-like pattern 「Yeah, I fucking used 'It' you thought」. Your blood acted as a call for the imprisoned being lying in there.

Satoru, the god that lay dormant, awoke. Upon realizing your situation, he offered to help you, but not before uttering the words that would seal your fate: "Tell me, mortal, do you accept that I save you by giving me something precious? Yes or no, the choice is yours."

Given your young age of six and the impossibility of facing the dreadful monster that pursued you, you had no choice but to accept. How could you refuse? Hell, you were a brat who could barely carry your mother's bag of errands, much less fight that dreadful thing that wanted you dead.

And so the deal between you and the unknown god was sealed with…. a tongue kiss. 「Despite its polemical nature, it is crucial to the development of the plot」.

❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Satoru, in his divine form, is an extraordinarily powerful being. Sometimes, his impressive abilities can lead you into complicated situations, such as when a simple sneeze from him transported you to another dimension. Such is his level of power. 「In this version, we will represent him as an invincible individual to explore his unrestricted potential…. P.S. I hate you Gege」 ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Gojo is often playful and teasing, he often jokes with you, even going so far as to claim that you are his "wife" although it sounds like a joke, he really means it. His attitude toward other people's opinions is indifferent. He enjoys showing affection, kissing and caressing you, although he has waited for you to reach adulthood before formally considering you his mate in public. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ When he is not using his 'real' form, we see him as the canonical Satoru, though obviously with Lovecraftian touches to his powers. Despite his divine nature, he exhibits a somewhat childish side, similar to what he shows in canon… BUT 100% times worse, as he has been alone and being powerful, he doesn't have much morals as he considers it stupid to abide by the rules of 'lesser beings'. Despite his playful and relaxed attitude, he hides a dark side. He is aware of how capable he is of destroying a city with a single finger, if he so desires. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Handling his jealousy is not his strong point, given that he has always gotten what he wanted and not knowing how to deal with humans despite having spent millennia observing them or making deals before being 'sealed' 「More like sleeping」It always makes it difficult for him to respond to his own emotions. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Since he is not human and was born in the void of nothingness and everything, he has wandered and fought in various places, often just for fun or out of sheer boredom. His reactions can be fickle and capricious. This Satoru is a mixture of his adolescent and adult stages, mostly acting like a spoiled brat and playful with you but when he is jealous or sentimental, he acts according to his divine position. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ When he feels jealous, his reaction is unpredictable. If the reason for his jealousy persists 「Examples are like a male human talking to you」 And already for that reason he might decide to eliminate the source of his discomfort. For this reason, you hardly interact with other people. It is intriguing how loving words and gestures can appease him…. Although sometimes that doesn't assure you that those poor souls who crossed words with you will be saved from him. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ As a divine being, he has the power to materialize anything you desire. His gifts have no limits, and he takes you wherever you want. Sometimes, on a mere whim, he grabs you and takes you on unexpected rides using his abilities. It is curious how he shows jealousy towards any thinking human being, and even animals, taking you back home without allowing the date to continue or any activity prior to his jealousy.

"Toru… for once, let me enjoy this vacation. If you take me somewhere, make it really worthwhile. I couldn't even ride the roller coaster just because the ticket booth clerk was a man…" You looked at him as he pretended not to have pulled you out of the amusement park just 5 minutes ago due to his jealousy.

"Come on, couldn't we go another time…? It's no big deal, you know I can take you anytime, why don't we cuddle instead of fighting, would you like me to shower you with kisses, mmh? Come on, my sweet bean mochi!!! I want to…" You looked at him, almost incredulous. You really doubt he'll let you go to a crowded amusement park. If you go, it will surely be when he's off duty or with a snap of his fingers, it's not for nothing that he can stop time.

"Even if you do that, it doesn't mean I'm no longer upset with you." You watched her pouting expression. Despite having six beautiful eyes and six arms, you didn't want to fall for his game.

Gojo was unwilling to listen to your complaints. He was in a bad mood, convinced that you would understand his position. He acted like a child seeking to get your attention to deflect your anger. And so, he devised a plan. He moved closer to you by climbing up on the edge of the bed. "Mochi, do you prefer something sweet or sour?"

"Do you think that's an appropriate question to change the subject? I'm still annoyed with you. Hey, let go of me!" You felt his firm embrace, laughing as he kissed your neck and his chest pressed against your back.

He took a lock of your hair behind your ear and fiddled with it in his mouth. A shiver ran through your body as his lips brushed your earlobe. "Why are you playing hard to get when you know I know you well? Besides, I know my jealousy doesn't affect you, and I'm going to make sure you're only mine." He laughed softly, pulling you closer to him.

"Satoru… That doesn't justify you threatening anyone who looks at me. I don't want to be embarrassed like the other day in the cafeteria, when you tried to hurt the cashier just because I ordered a cappuccino." You whispered as his six arms held you tighter and in different places, listening to his childish whimper as he buried his face in the back of your neck.

His behavior was becoming more aggressive and lustful, making him dangerous. He held you in such a way that you could not move. He looked at you with playful eyes, sketching a smile.

"So what if I'm jealous? If I'm honest with you, if another guy tried to get your attention, I'd be sure to eliminate any interest he showed." A smirk formed on his face. You knew that ugly smile well, a cruel and possessive one, dealing with his jealousy sometimes exhausted you … you had no choice since your soul was bound to him.

He kissed you passionately and caressed your body, his touch was too pleasurable to resist, your flushed but annoyed face said it all. He didn't mind at all acting that way in public if it meant you would still be his. "You will always be my only princess….. I love you, my precious mochi," he whispered softly before delivering another intense kiss, this time on your lips, his arms frolicking with you and bringing an even more severe blush to your face.

NSFW:

••┈┈┈••✦ This Satoru loves to make you scream, if Sukuna in his original form can grind you to exhaustion, our albino won't let you rest. ••┈┈┈••✦ He loves having you in front of his cock, the worst thing is that he can create more if he wants to. Let's add that he has six arms, each one can overstimulate you, forget to mention that Gojo is 213 cm / 7'1 feet, you are a midget next to him. So his cock and fingers are the size of your arms, but he can fucking manipulate reality and adjust your pussy to his size. ••┈┈┈••✦ He loves you riding his cock while he hears you moaning, sometimes you end up kissing him. He loves you sucking him while he pulls your hair. His hands usually go from your breasts to your waist [Sorry I'm not good at writing NSFW] All while you swallow his cock, his fingers have claws and putting them all the way in hurts but in the pleasure you end up giving priority to your lust, forgetting the pain. ••┈┈┈••✦ Honestly, Satoru can make your body not get tired so easily, but he is not cruel so he can set limits for you. He especially loves to bite, while you scratch him all over the place. ••┈┈┈••✦ His aftercare is incredibly gentle, he kisses and lulls you as if you were a baby, and how could he not? When he leaves you all exhausted down there and you can't feel your legs. Sometimes he gets to the point where his excitement clouds his judgement, ending up with your bones broken.

In general, having a relationship with him is like going on a roller coaster ride: You can feel a rush of various emotions and in turn want more of it even though you know it's scary to a certain extent. Just avoid making Satoru jealous and everything will be fine [What won't be fine are your mouth, your ass and pussy]

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Spooky Season | Halloween Event 2024

Not Your Monster | Wooyoung

🧡 Pairing: Were-cat!Jung Wooyoung x GF!Reader

🖤 Requested by: @staytiny2000

🧡 Prompt: 19 - "Find your own monster! This one's mine."

🖤 Warnings: guns, murder, werecat, werewolves, intruders, blood, poorly written gore.

🧡 Word Count: 791

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Y/N wakes to a loud scuffle coming from her living room. She looks to beside her and finds her boyfriend is no longer in the bed with her. A wave of panic washes over her and with her heart racing, she quickly jumps out of bed, her bare feet hitting the cold floor as she snatches her gun from the bedside table, and rushes out of the bedroom. 

As she nears the living room, she can see shadows moving in the dim light, their voices low and tense. Scanning the room, she spots a third person pinning her boyfriend to the ground, a gun aimed at his head while he growls and hisses in defiance. Wooyoung’s sharp, white claws are embedded in the assailant's arm, but the man seems completely unfazed. 

Y/N stealthily entering the room until she levels her gun at the one restraining Wooyoung. “I suggest you let him go,” she declares, making her presence known as she clicks off the safety of her weapon. “Or I’ll put a pretty little silver bullet through your skull, mutt.” 

The room falls silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The leader’s smirk falters as he glances over his shoulder in surprise. They clearly didn’t expect her to be there. Wooyoung takes this moment of distraction, his muscles coil like a spring, his cat like reflexes taking over as he prepares to fight back.  

“Who the hell are you?” the leader questions, reaching for his own gun. 

Y/N shoots off a round, the bullet grazing the intruder's hand.  

The leader yelps in pain, instinctively dropping his weapon as he clutches his injured hand. Blood seeps through his fingers, and his eyes widen in shock, realizing that he underestimated the woman standing before him. 

“Damn it!” he curses, his bravado crumbling. “You think you can just play hero? You have no idea who you’re dealing with!” 

“You idiots are the ones who broke into my home and attacked my boyfriend. Now,” she hissed, preparing another shot. "Find your own monster! This one's mine." 

“So, you know what he is?” the leader asks. 

“Just like I know he’s a werewolf,” she says turning the gun on to the man that had been minutes away from killing her boyfriend.  

Before anything more is said, Wooyoung then unleashes his claws, swiftly taking out the throats of all three of the intruders, leaving the two humans to collapse as they bleed out on the floor. He then takes the gun from Y/N, putting a bullet through the werewolf’s head and heart, making sure he was dead. 

“Y/N-noona, Wooyoung-Hyung,” Jongho’s voice calls from behind the door, his fists pounding heavily against the wooden panels, urgency in his voice. “What’s going on in there? 

Y/N stands frozen for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest as she processes what just happened. Wooyoung, now back to his human features, steps closer to her, his soft hand reaching for her cheek. “Y/N,” he says, his voice soft. “Are you okay?” 

She nods, her eyes meeting his. They’ve faced danger together before, and while Wooyoung had trained her for such moments, she had never seen her boyfriend kill someone, let alone three at once. 

Wooyoung’s gaze softened, and for a moment, the weight of the world seemed to lift. But the urgency in Jongho’s voice and the consistent banging on the door broke through the moment, reminding them of the gravity of their situation. 

“I’m going to let Jongho in, okay?” he tells her. “He’ll help me clean this up. You go grab our bags and start packing.” 

When she nods, her presses a soft kiss to her lips and urges her towards their bedroom. She grabs their duffle bags from the bottle of the wardrobe and hurries around the room collecting their clothes, essential items and other belongings that are a little too sentimental leave behind.  

The bags heavy with their belongings, she struggles to carry them into the living room. “What if more people come?” she asks, dropping the bags to the floor and grabbing more stuff that she doesn’t want to leave behind. 

“That’s why we’re leaving,” Wooyoung tells her, picking up the bags as if they way nothing. “Hongjoong and Seonghwa are on their way to help Jongho. They'll take care of everything we've left behind and put it in storage.” 

As she goes to ask something else, an alarm sounds in the distance. “Go, now!” Jongho yells at them, pushing them towards the door. 

“What about you?” Y/N asks him. 

“I’ll be fine, just go,” the younger man assures her. 

With that, Wooyoung pulls Y/N from the apartment and leads her through the back of the building to the car waiting for them. 

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Savior

Yan Shigaraki x reader

Warnings: mind break, isolation, sensory deprivation

800 words

He wanted to be perfect for you. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. That's why he agreed to become a guinea pig, to become unstable, a monster. When he becomes a true monster you will sit perfectly in his maw. Not like you knew about any of this. All you knew was that you've spent weeks in near total darkness. Scared, cold, and totally alone.

The room itself was pretty big. A plush king sized bed and soft blankets contrasted by a cold tile floor and gray walls. A table and chair littered with books and papers was the only thing to keep your mind active. The desk barely stood on 3 legs, having been broken after a week of being trapped in this box. There wasn't even a window or door to give false hope of escape.

Black fog oozed out of the wall just like it did every day. At first you would cry and beg for whatever was beyond the void to let you out. Screaming until your throat grew hoarse every day until you ultimately lost your voice. Your throat has healed but you know it's pointless to talk anyway. A hand passed through the darkness and left a bag on the floor and took the bag with yesterday's garbage with it. Clean clothes, some food and water, and a sudoku book. The puzzle was a nice change of pace, something to hold onto so you don't completely lose your mind. The isolation was really getting to you though. Often unable to tell if you said your thoughts out loud or in your head. Sometimes even imagining a voice talking back with you. You weren't sure how much longer you could take this isolation before you truly went insane.

The food always looked good, being a simple but balanced meal. Nothing ever too fancy or too cheap. The clothes were shorts and a t-shirt. Thin but it was fine as long as you stayed on the bed. The single light in the middle of the ceiling was on an automatic timer, and the only thing that sort of what you keep track of how many weeks you've been locked in here. At least that's what you have been using as a daily indicator along with the routine food drop off.

Slowly it felt like more of your will was draining along with your sanity. The craving for another human, for any comfort or companionship was ravenous.

You tried a few more times to talk to the void when it would show up, but all that left was an empty feeling in your heart when you never got a response. Despair, that's what it was. A crushing feeling coupled with the intense feelings of loneliness. All you could do was sit and wait, and wait, and wait…

You were never a religious person but watching the wall crumble to dust made your soul scream. An angel! He had to be an angel! Why else would he come and free you after all those months of soul crushing isolation! Freedom. That's right, he was your freedom. So why couldn't you move?

Your chest started heaving and your hands trembled. You watched your savior through misty eyes as you fell to your knees, your legs no longer able to support your weakened body.

“Hello.” His scratchy voice trilled, filling the silence that's been consuming you for so long. “I've waited so long, so so long to be able to do this..”

He knelt down in front of you and roughly grabbed your arms, the piece of metal attached to his left hand biting into your skin. It was impossible to care about the little details though. Not when his hands felt nice and cool against your hot skin. Not when his voice finally broke your burden of silence. Not when the rough feeling of his lips on your own felt like Nirvana.

You know you recognized him from somewhere. His white fluffy hair and cherry red eyes were distinctive enough, but all of your memories from before the room all felt so far away. If it was important you would remember, right? Well as far as you're concerned your angel is the most important thing in the world right now. He was your world.

He kissed you like a man taking his first drink after a month in the desert. A famished roughness that left you light headed, but you returned the enthusiasm as best you could given your weakened state. It felt like you were being eaten alive. Even if you were though you didn't want to stop him. As long as he kept touching you, as long as he was near you, as long as he stayed with you. You wouldn't care what he did. He was your savior after all.

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Pleasant chaos...

Lee Yongbok Felix x F! Human Reader x Yang Jeongin.

Zombie Felix & Jeongin┃ supernatural au—may mention blood, gore, detachable limbs, abilities/powers, rough manhandling, size kink, breeding kink, nicknames (sweetheart, darling, pet, toy, etc...), virginity getting taken, raw s€x(please wrap before you tap), no preparation just raw dogging it, double penetration, Crazy Felix and Jeongin—like unhinged. Also dismembered rats.

Fluffy and Smut filled mostly plus a bit of comedy.

∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙

➺"Oh darling..."

Jeongin moaned softly against your ear, pressing his tip against your leaking cunt while making you gasp at the shear size of his cock—it was thick and veiny plus, it was about 6 inches. Your eyes shut closed while bitting your lower lip, your body being pressed against another who chuckled deeply against your neck.

"Now now, be slow and gentle Innie...you don't want to split her in half do you?..."

Felix murmured against your skin, gently nibbling making small yet visible marks down along your neck down to your collarbones—his warm breath making you shiver, his blue tongue dragging a wet trail around your nipple as you gasp in pleasure.

Hands wrapped around his neck as you pulled him closer against you, With Felix in front of you and Jeongin behind you. Your hands wander from Felix's back up to his neck then hair, gently tugging on them making him moan softly.

Wet and slicked noises could be heard from beneath as Jeongin slowly moved deeper inside of your tight cunt—barely able to hold back his groans while gripping your hips so tightly that he might bruise it a bit.

You couldn't speak—only gasps and moans could be heard from you besides who was gonna hear your screams anyways?...

The crows on the trees? Deers in the woods?

You didn't understand how you got here, nor did you understand how it became this way—having two zombie boyfriends in the middle of the apocalypse wasn't in your bingo card for this year...nor was it ever going to be.

Felix gently caressed your thighs as he held your legs up and wrapped it around his waist—squeezing your soft flesh gently as he moans against your perked up nipple, his hand playing with the other before going towards it and doing the same as well in vice versa.

You could feel the veins from Jeongin's cock against your wet cunt, moving deeper than you could ever reach with your fingers—you gasp as he presses on a sweetspot that made you tighten even more around him, milking his cock oh so sweetly...

"Fuck-...ah...darling..if you keep that up.." Jeongin gently moved his hips while caressing your waist. "I might cum too quickly..."

Sweat dripping along his forehead while he placed a soft yet tender kiss on your temple—he was so sweet towards you, letting you adjust to his size while he slowly moved allowing you to feel as well. It made your stomach tighten.

"It's already hard enough that you feel so good around me...ngh.." Jeongin spoke in a shaking manner, Felix smiled against your skin while letting his hands roam all over your body. Squeezing your flesh gently as he gropes your ass, slowly lifting you up even more.

His cock twitching against your tummy, his pre-cum making a mess, a leaking mess and puddle down the ground. To him it was torture not being inside you, but youngest goes first as always...

You couldn't help but love the long and dragging thrusts that was so gentle but also so frustrating to feel—they were soft for you, and you knew why...

It's because they were monsters, afraid that their strength may hurt you on accident. Afraid that they might go a tad bit too rough and break you if they go on about their urges alone.

"Please-...ah.." You panted softly while nibbling your lower lip—gasping as your eyes roll back, you couldn't help but feel frustrated it felt as if they were teasing you bit by bit giving you an ounce of pleasure each minute and it was killing you.

"I need..I want-mhmm.." Felix shuts you up while softly growling, his tongue intertwined with yours while he grips on your jaw tightly—his eyes having a shade of silver blue, moaning and groaning against the kiss while he explored your mouth so eagerly.

Jeongin slowly moved his hips down, slowly dragging out his cock out of you while gently nibbling your shoulder to force himself to stop making loud noises or else the other zombies might hear.

You couldn't help whimper as you felt empty without his cock, whining against Felix's lips while the other gently pressed himself against your aching cunt—hands placed on his shoulder whilst you feel Felix's cock next slowly entering inside taking turns with Jeongin who presses his cock against your ass.

"Finally..." Felix spoke, helping Jeongin with your behind getting spread and pressed against each other. Holding you up. It was his turn now.

Briefly pulling away to catch his breath—Felix looked at you with a darken gaze, seeing your lips reddish and glossy due to your mixed salivas he couldn't help but smirk before leaning in for more.

Meanwhile, Jeongin grabbed some lube and puts some on his fingers reaching down your ass whilst he smacked it making you flinch and shiver—clenching around Felix's cock who seemed to be reaching deeply inside your warm cunt.

'Fuck...' You thought yourself as she slowly drank in the pleasure that was given to you by two zombies...

Who would've thought such pleasure was ever created...

They were both merciless as they entered both your holes at the same time, Felix's cock was 7 inches and very thick. Smooth and heavy against your walls, as expected as the older one. He was much more precise with his movements unlike Jeongin who was mindlessly just fucking you.

Felix's easily knew where your sweetspot was making you quiver as you tugged his hair tightly, he chuckled against your ear. Jeongin just pouts at the lack of attention but needless to say he was still enjoying the view...

As the both of them slowly sink inside you, you couldn't help but moan loudly at the feeling. Double penetration at it's finest—you could barely think. Only looking at Felix with tears in your eyes. He smiled softly seeing you tear up.

"It's gonna be okay sweetheart..we'll go slow if it's too much.." Felix whispered softly as he placed a kiss on your cheek, Jeongin hearing what he said hummed in agreement as well. Placing a kiss on your temple.

Maybe having two crazy yet softie boyfriends weren't so bad after all...oh how you're in a for treat...

As you adjust to their sizes, they began slowly moving. Felix was a tad bit impatient as he moved quicker, Jeongin following his pace sent himself over the edge due to already having stimulated from earlier he whined against your ear.

"Fuck..That feels so good...You're so fucking good..." Jeongin whines against your ear as he begins pounding, the loud sound of skin slapping against skin could heard. Felix just chuckled at Jeongin before setting his pace the same way.

Your eyes rolling back, lips slightly parted as you drool. The pleasure was driving you crazy, they didn't slow down or whatever Infact they did it more rougher and harder until you came with a loud cry. They both smirked before setting up another pace.

"W-wait!..Slow down...I...ngh...fuck-" They both didn't listen, wanting to reach their peak as well. And it wasn't going to last long anyways..you felt too good...

Felix groaned against your neck as he slowly bit down your flesh, fastening his hips against you even more. Pounding into oblivion and mindless, being very accurate as you felt a different knot forming making you slightly nervous.

Jeongin wasn't helping in fact it felt even more so as he also followed Felix's lead, wrapping his arms around your waist as he bruises your hips. Fuck being gentle. They were going at instinct.

"P-please...I feel weird..ah..I don't think...I can-ngh..." You whimpered, tears rolling down your cheeks as you felt the knot beginning to overcome your control. Neither stopped and neither didn't want too anyways.

Using you as if you were their little toy, fucking you senselessly as you shook, gushing out juices as you squirted all over Felix. They were both surprised as they stopped for a brief moment before looking at each other. You were panting roughly, holding onto Felix tightly.

Suddenly they were both pounding into you again, Felix reaching deep within your womb as he pounded fast and hard. Jeongin hitting all the right spots as he reached down your lower abdomen, pressing the small buldge where Felix was inside you.

It was different type of pleasure but still a good one. It made you cum immediately, soon after they both followed. How both your holes tighten around their cocks, drenched with both your juices and their arousal. How you all made a mess.

Panting roughly as Jeongin and Felix dragged their cock slowly thrusting inside you trying to empty out fully. They didn't waste a single drop, for you greedily took it all.

After awhile, you found yourself being pampered with lots of things given to you. Whether it be a human corpse or some random junk Jeongin and Felix found through out this messed up earth.

You found yourself just being grateful that they both haven't eaten you yet. Of course they eaten you inside already but that will be for another time.

"YANG JEONGIN! Get your ass right here!" You shouted in pure disbelief as you saw three dead rats at the garden, it wasn't a pleasant sight. Bones, flesh and blood making it look disfigured and very much dismembered.

"Yes my darling dear.." Jeongin spoke out, innocently fluttering his lashes at you as he smiled widely. Looking innocent but that man was no where as innocent as he seems.

"How many times have I told you NOT to dismember creatures just cause you wanted to try out your powers now as a zombie.." You spoke out in pure disbelief as you pointed at the three dismembered rats in the garden. Somewhere you'd prefer clean and tidy due to the beauty of your flowers.

Wanting to see it but only to be met with multiple dismembered rats and causing it to foul your mood. It didn't help that Felix accidentally cut off his fingers while cooking earlier. They had no fear anymore due to their superhuman abilities.

"But deary darling..I was just testing out my wonderful abilities..." Jeongin cooed sweetly trying to coat you with his sweet tone, walking closer as he wraps his arms around your waist. Gently caressing your tummy which he often loved doing.

Grumbling to yourself as you slapped his hands off you—looking at him dead in the eyes yet he remains unfazed. To him you look too adorable to make him terrified besides that it's not like you'd do anything to him.

He was too...kinda precious for you.

And where was Felix? He was upstairs looking at the window as birds flew over the window. Looking down at him curiously, big doe eyes staring directly at the birds eyes. He reached his hand out as he let's the bird sit on it.

He was just talking with his fellow family members....

"Well hello there mister, Minnie..." The blue bird pecks his skin as it tweets, looking up at him cheekily as it flew and continued to try and annoy the other.

"Still spicy as ever huh..." Felix sighed as he smiled...he was used to his little companion being a spicy bird...

He was having his Disney princess moment right now...

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Chapter 13: The past cannot be forgotten /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Y/N finally opens up to Azriel about Ruvyn. They finallly go to Koschei's home.

Word Count: 1,6K

Warnings: Just the usual angst.

Notes: My dumb ass accidentally posted this before i even posted the first chapters ughhhh

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Azriel sat in bed, watching her squirming and groaning, her eyebrows furrowed and sweat coating her forehead. He reached to wake her up when she jumped out of her slumber, sitting in bed with a panicked expression, hands grasping for his arm, eyes frantically scanning him for any injuries. 

“They took you, I saw Ruvyn kill you.” She sobbed, tears streaming down her pretty face. He pulled her to his lap, allowing her to cry on the crook of his neck. 

“Shh, it’s okay.” He rubbed her hair, noticing how this worked to calm her down faster. As she stopped her sobs and looked at him again with her red puffy eyes, he pulled her in for a kiss, gently cupping her cheeks and brushing her lips with his own. “Whenever you need to talk to me, I'm here for you.” He said after they parted the kiss.

“His name was Ruvyn.” She spoke, her voice hoarse from both crying and sleep. He watched her intensely. “Before our people became one, Ironteeths hunted Crochans down, to kill them for what their ancestors did to us. I met him in one of my huntings, he was different from the humans I met, he was charming, and something in me came back to life when I saw him for the first time.”

Her face dropped to an even sadder expression, like remembering those things were too painful, and they were, but she needed to let them go, she couldn’t keep allowing that Ruvyn’s ghost haunted her and sucked the life and joy out of her anymore.

“I fell in love with him and I kept coming back to him. He showed me things that I never thought I would have the chance of experiencing. He taught me how to dance, how to live, and how to love.” She rubbed her eyes. “The night I finally got the courage to be intimate with him was like a dream come true. I told him I loved him that night and he looked me in the eyes, like I truly meant something to him and told me he loved me too. When I woke up he had turned me in, ready to burn me at a stake. He told me so many awful things that I still carry with me to this day, he said I was going to die alone and no one would ever love a monster like me.”

The pain in her eyes was too much for Azriel to handle. He understood perfectly how hard it was hearing such harsh words directed at him, but it was totally different coming from someone she trusted with her heart. 

“I was able to free myself, the people who snickered at me started to scream and run away, i was never a monster Az.” She promised. “But that day I turned myself into what Ruvyn believed I was, I became the monster he made me. I killed the man I loved with my bare hands, I ripped his heart out for what he did to mine. I’m not proud of this but I can't erase what I did.”

“And you had every reason to do what you did, I can't imagine a betrayal like this.” She looked at him with worried eyes.

“You don’t think I'm a monster?” Her lower lip started to quiver like she was going to cry again.

“I could never think that of you.” He reassured her, pulling her in for another kiss. “I love you.” 

And despite not being able to tell him that she loved him too, she opened her heart to that feeling, something told her that this time would be different and she was willing to believe. 

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After that morning, they got ready to talk to the rest of the house about their conclusions, finding the two males by the dining room having breakfast, Vassa was nowhere to be seen. Azriel and Y/N greeted them, sitting down to eat. 

“Did you two sleep well?” Lucien asked, always the kind host.

“We did, thank you Lu.” Y/N said. “But I guess the news we have for you isn't that good.” She sipped on her coffee. “Koschei is a Valg king.”

Her and Azriel shared all the information they gathered last night, including the one about Nesta, who according to the letter Azriel got late in the night, was being kept hidden at the cabin much to her dismay. Y/N couldn’t imagine what they had to do to keep Nesta locked against her will, and she wanted to end this soon so her friend would be free again. 

“So we’re basically fucked?” Jurian asked, biting a piece of toast with a smirk adorning his face.

“Precisely.” She motioned to Lucien. “Although our fire boy over there has a chance of killing him.”

“Me?” Lucien choked.

“Fire can kill a Valg, that’s how Aelin Galathynius killed Maeve, a Valg Queen.” She said it like it was obvious. 

“And you want me to Aelin my way into killing Koschei?” Y/N laughed.

“Yeah, she burned Maeve from inside out.”

“I don’t know if I can do that.” He protested.

“Then i suggest you find out very quickly cuz we need to kill him as soon as possible.” She shrugged. “But no pressure.”

“Yeah, no pressure.” Lucien mumbled underneath his breath, taking another sip of his hot coffee. 

“So who’s ready to have a tour of Koschei’s lair?” Jurian asked, excitedly getting up and clapping his hands, the groans he received as an answer just made him smile wider.

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The cabin was made from dark wood, ageing poorly with time, the roof was covered in pine needles and the yard really needed a trim to look decent, what connected the land with the island that held the big cabin was a very old bridge, and a dark lake surrounded the area, like the Mother had forgotten about that place too. 

“This smells so awful.” Azriel said, scrunching his nose in clear disgust, the smell was putrid, like death. Exactly like the Valg smelled. 

“Did it always have this smell?” She asked the males behind her. 

“Gets worse every day.” Lucien replied.

“Especially when he releases those things.” Jurian added, making her whip her head back to look at him.

“What things?” Jurian started to describe the monsters he saw coming out, a wide variety of horrors with long claws, sharp teeth and bloodthirst.

“We kill some, but others disappear. Maybe they get killed in the courts, we don't know what they want.” Lucien explained and she nodded. 

“Fuck.” She cursed. “If he's indeed after Nesta’s power, this is his way to guarantee an army before he can open that damned gate.”

“How are you so sure he has a key?” Jurian inquired, eyebrows raised in suspicion.

“He got here somehow, he has the original key he had before he was bound to that lake. He has to.” It only made sense that he still had the key, if he was trying so hard to free himself. 

“She has a point.” Lucien waved his hands and Jurian rolled his eyes, mouthing the words back to him in a mockery tone, prompting the male to crack a smile.

“Shhhh, someone is coming.” Azriel shut the conversation down and everyone turned to see.

It was like time had come to a stop, cold spread across her body, freezing her in place as she took the male in. Short golden-blonde hair, ivory skin, broad shoulders and a sculpted body showing through the thin tunic he wore. Beautiful, lethally beautiful like Erawan was. He took a look around, and shining against the sun, his gold eyes, just like Manon’s and just like his younger brother. The eyes of a king.

He stretched his muscles and turned his head towards the sun, letting it warm his skin. A lazy smile appeared on his face and he turned his head towards them, with his eyes closed and a very deep voice, he spoke. 

“I don't like being watched.” He opened one of his eyes, looking directly into hers. 

She motioned for the males to keep quiet and stay in their place, kicking Azriel’s hands away when he tried to grab her ankle. She got up, climbing the hill they were hiding and started to walk in silence, stopping over the edge of the bridge. The male turned to her with a curious gaze. 

“You're not from here, you smell different.” He smiled sweetly at her. 

“I changed my soap yesterday, thanks for noticing.” She snickered and he openly laughed. 

“What a delight having someone so fun around.” He extended a hand to her, inviting her in, but she stayed rooted in place. “Aren't you here to see me?” 

“Yes.”

“Then come here, darling.” Azriel cursed as his shadows informed him that she started to cross the bridge, towards Koschei’ open hand. “What can I do for you?” His voice resonated through the trees.

“I've heard you can take all the pain away.” She replied, lies spilling from her plump lips. 

“You came to the right place, my sweet creature.” His hands wrapped around hers, and she almost flinched with how cold it was against her warm, sweaty and shaking hand. 

He pulled her hand towards his lips, kissing it with his eyes still locked with hers. He smiled again, pulling her closer to him, towards the open door of the cabin, exactly like she wanted.

“Allow me to properly introduce myself.” He bowed his head a little. “Despite the people of this land calling me Koschei, my name is Mantyx.”

She almost froze with the name, swallowing past the lump in her throat and forcing her legs to walk inside the cabin. Azriel watched in horror as she disappeared inside, the door closing itself after them, locking her inside with him.

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

You were never a monster

Ramón Salazar x wife!reader

warning : hurt/comfort, emotions, fluff, kisses, blood, injury, no use of y/n

Summary : Leon had spared him, left a monster behind and now he, the despicable creature has to face the love and especially the feelings of his wife. In front of her, a creature that barely resembled the man she had married. Was it even possible to love something like that?

info : Thank you dear @lovesick-on-the-loose for the request it was a pleasure to write the scenario, Ramòn in his monster flower or chymere as the case may be is simply interesting. Have fun reading :)

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A lord, he was a lord a Kastelann, the eighth and momenta last exalted of the Salazar bloodline. His family was honourable and old and established in Spain, feared by those who hated them and actually loved by the people.

People a simple being who, with the birth of Ramón and his traits, turned away from the family, their saviours. If they didn't want and accept him, they would feel all his wrath and so would the lord.

Even if his power was not as glorious as that of his predecessors, even if he lacked beauty and grace, he had one thing above all… his lord.

The holy Lord Saddler, the might he gave him as powerful as it was deadly and a figure that hardly helped his appearance.

In the time he was immersed in the cult, his insides plagued by pain and the burden of his family on his shoulders, he at least had hope for a time of betterment in his probably short life. ,,Another good morning my darling" he was woken by her voice, his wife didn't have to get up early for that but she insisted on looking after him.

A sacrifice of love and compassion, a mix that did not hurt Ramón, but rather honoured him more than anything else. It was her love that made him hope that one day hope would be brought to his family.

From the make-up session together that ended with a chaste kiss on the back of the hand, the hours spent together in the library and the garden where some flowers he had planted for her grew when he had seen her hoping in a book, always coming back to the type of plant.

She was the one who put herself between him and Sadler, knowing that the more her beloved Ramón stayed away from her, ,,Your sorrow truly touches me, your kindness is a gift…but you can't do anything about what's coming" he had told her when he came back late at night to a missed dinner and she stayed alone again and dined alone.

Even if his apologies were sincere, when she heard his cries and rants through his door, the rage inside him, the curse of his family haunting him, he didn't let her share in that pain.

She loved Ramón, she had seen his noble side, the side of a nobleman, not the monster he had allowed himself to become for as long as he could remember.

She suspected that Saddler wanted something from Ramón again, she herself had only seen this ‘holy man’ once but he was creepy, had hardly anything human about him and if she was honest he didn't even seem really alive. ,,A ride in the countryside would do us good, darling," she had tried to approach Ramón, taking his cool hand in hers and curtsying.

It was a rejection like the next and the next, he didn't want her, didn't want her company and even if she didn't know he was afraid, she knew when the echo of gunshots could be heard in the village that it wasn't something but someone coming towards her.

It didn't even take three days before Ramón seemed to get more nervous, only dealing with his ‘bodyguards’ that she tried to avoid, the cold reddish eyes and the claws she had only seen once was enough to send a shiver down her spine, ,,You stay in your chamber until I collect you…I love you" he brought her into her chamber, his hand gripping hers tightly and running it over the gold ring on her wrestler.

,,Ramón’ came from her after he had kissed her and she heard the door close, the key turn and his footsteps move away. He had chosen his fate and saved her life.

Her fear increased with each successive shot, she banged on the door and none of the servants answered the bell, she was a prisoner in her own home this bounty hunter or soldier whatever he was had come to the castle had seen him from her window only briefly looking around.

However, she was stuck in her room…until the moment the castle suddenly went silent.

No gunshot, no scream and no voices seemed to be wandering around the castle and she was startled when her door opened as if by magic.

Carefully looking out she found no one, no one seemed to be here and she feared the answer to the question of where her husband was, lifting her dress slightly she walked faster through the castle searching the places where Ramòn usually was but with each time she pulled open the door and looked where he was her heart beat more and more with fear.

The whole castle seemed to be empty and as she was about to go to the stables to saddle her horse and ride out she paused, a place she had never been and had only been once before.

Hastily rushing back to the castle, she took the steps of the staircase two at a time, almost tripping and tearing her dress if she hadn't held on, ,,Ramòn! Darling, I'm on my way!" she shouted into the dark vaulted cellar complex and grabbed one of the torches and held it in front of her, trying to roughly remember the passage that led to the cliffs that were almost the end of an island.

Her footsteps in the corridors echoed the sound of hissing and hissing, a painful wail that made her hope it wasn't too late, she didn't want to lose him.

Stepping out of the corridor she threw away the torch and saw that part of the bridge had already been torn down, stones were kicking up dust, shell casings lay on the floor and she saw the corrosive acid running down the walls.

,,Ramòn?" she asked quietly, afraid that the mercenary was still here but he wasn't and she breathed a sigh of relief when he seemed to have moved on and she was alone with her husband, wherever he might be. He had not answered her repeated questions, but the sounds suggested that he must still be alive.

Walking onwards through the ruins of the only beautiful passage, she saw this creature lying on a cracked stone field in front of her, but above all she saw with horror that this something lying there was her beloved.

Screaming his name, she hurried towards the creature and saw the fleshy, steaming petals, which she couldn't seem to describe in any other way, trying to cover Ramòn, ,,Darling…you-you're alive" she said, almost whispering as her hand lay on one of the leaves, cold and slimy, she could feel the life underneath.

But he pulled back, trying to get away from her but his huge body wouldn't allow it, ,,Don't…don't…look at me,’" she finally heard his voice consumed, hoarse as if someone had shot him so many times in the body that the blood was in his throat.

The tentacles with which he was probably defending himself lay between them both and she could no longer look into his yellow eyes, ,,A monster…I don't need any help" he continued to mumble but couldn't manage to heave his massive body out of the way.

Carefully she raised her trembling hand, feeling fear mixed with grief as she carefully pushed the tentacles out of the way, ,,Ramòn you are not a monster" she began and even though his form looked horrible, the slime and acid could most likely kill her.

He was obviously badly injured, she could see the blood on the floor, the fight they had had was not only brutal but also protracted. ,,Besides, don't hide yourself and your pain from me, I can see your suffering," she warned and reached through the outside and grasped his hand, ice-cold, she was afraid he would be dead if she hadn't felt the wince and the sigh.

Ramòn, though hardly his former self, slowly put down his tentacles and opened his petals, ,,You…you don't see me as a monster?" he dared to ask, holding her hand and crawling towards her almost hopefully, golden eyes full of pain and devotion looking at her.

She shook her head, feeling the tears blur her vision as she moved closer and his other hand also reached out to her, ,,You are my Ramòn, my husband…my graceful Castelan," she assured him and gave him a single careful kiss on the forehead. The lady took her time with her beloved.

Hours passed until Ramòn had changed back to some extent, came out of his shell and she dressed him in a velvet curtain to replace his lost clothes.

The walk back to the main castle seemed to take hours but in all that time he held her hand, leaning on her and most importantly she heard the ,,Thank you my love" which she returned and hugged him tighter to let him know he was not alone.

He would never be alone, he had never been a monster, he was her husband, her beloved and above all a person who may not have been perfect but someone who could love and that was all that mattered.

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@ramontism , @goldenponcho , @xgrisleyx , @ghostssi

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Demon!Hanzo Shimada x Reader Headcanons

It's a shame overwatch sucks now :( I loved getting so many overwatch requests

🌙 He never allowed himself to have any sort of relationship, let alone romance, since he had been turned years ago. He always felt as though he didn't deserve to be loved, and the fact that he was now a demon cemented that feeling inside of him.

🌙 He was turned about a few weeks after he had killed Genji. Madness and grief overtook him and he decided to tempt fate to bring his bother back. He performed a ritual that had started to show some promise only for things to sour rather quickly. He woke up with a start, nor realizing he passed out during the whole debacle to find himself no longer human.

🌙 When he first met you, he shrugged you off as yet another Overwatch agent from the recall. It wasn't until you saved him on a mission in Prague did you both start to talk a bit. He only meant to stay and thank you, but you had somehow compelled him into staying for coffee.

🌙 He caught feelings for you after a while. It didn't help that he knew you liked him in ways you didn't like others. He could hear your heart flutter and race a bit in your chest when you would see him or start talking, and he could smell the desire rolling off of you in waves that hypnotized him.

🌙 It took a while of courting on both sides before you both had shared your first kiss. It was outside, the two of you somehow broke from the crowd of drunk and rowdy soldiers, both of you flushed at the cheeks with the faint taste of alcohol on your breaths. Hanzo loves how you taste, but fuck, he hated himself for falling for a human.

🌙 He tries to play things cool. Hell, there are days where you make him feel human again with all of the tender loving and sweet words. But then there are days where life really beats the shit out him to the point where he feels himself slipping only for you to help him feel grounded.

🌙 There had been times when you almost saw what he was. Whether it was on the field or on base as you both tried to live as domestically as you could. He feels so guilty for even letting it out as much as he has in the past. He's more so worried about you being terrified of him, of thinking of him as a horrible monster. He couldn't bear the thoughts of you being so scared and disgusted of him.

🌙 When you did eventually see him, it was by pure accident. He doesn't even remember what had gotten him so angry and so distracted, but it slipped. He didn't hear the door slide open but he heard your heartbeat quicken. The look of shock on your face made him want to vomit as he just stood there like a deer in headlights, but then you asked him if he was okay like nothing was wrong.

🌙 He's cautious at first to let his demon side slip out behind closed doors between the two of you. At first it was a rare treat, but with time passing and his nerves easing, he found it rather comfortable to lounge with you even though the bed you both shared could barely handle the size of him.

🌙 His tattoo changes when he turns, from the beautiful dual blue dragons to the red oni mask as swirls of red and black ink scatter down his arm. His dragons also change as well, the two normally calm dragons now act like pissy little cats that only you can calm with gentle petting and scratches behind their little ears.

🌙 He likes it when you take the time to look at him when he's turned. Looking at his sharp pearly fangs, holding his hands to get a nice look at his ebony claws, crouching down to look at his hooves. He finds it adorable with how interested in this you are.

🌙 He runs so fucking warm. There's no need for blankets or pillows, use him instead. Just lay on top of him like he's the bed with his arms wrapped around you, careful of where he puts the claws, and you'll fall asleep faster than anyone ever could.

🌙 Hanzo's sense of smell is something else. He can smell you from across the base, his nose cutting through all of the sweat and blood and canteen food the base holds just so he can sniff you out to calm his nerves. He can also sniff out how you're feeling, too. It's pretty helpful after a long day of bullshit.

🌙 His hearing is also impeccable. Normally he uses his supernatural hearing to help him scope out whatever target out on the field, but he also uses it to listen to your heart. Any difference and Hanzo is on top of it whether you're in need of comfort or a fist to whatever fucker's face that's bothering you.

🌙 He loves it when you stroke his horns and trace the grooves and curves. He loves the feeling of your fingers running through his raven black hair, twirling his locks, soothing him from the thoughts that haunt him.

🌙 His voice changes too when he shifts. It gets even deeper and scratchier, almost like there's a slight echo to his satiny voice. Some of his words can get a little awkward to the sharp fangs in his mouth. You could listen to him talk for hours, and sometimes, he indulges you.

🌙 The last thing Hanzo would to even dream of is hurt you. It's almost happened a few times by accident where Hanzo would try to grab you or protect you on the field only for you both to somehow be spared. Just thoughts of what he could do to you haunt his nightmares.

🌙 Hanzo isn't afraid to use his heightened strength around you. Whether it's lifting something up for you to get under or even hoisting you up into his burly arms. He won't admit it, but he loves to show off just for you.

🌙 Hanzo's eyes are pretty different when he's a demon compared to his human form. The whites of his eyes are blacked out and his pupils are no longer visible in the sea of amber that make up his irises. He loves it when they reflect off of your eyes.

🌙 He's pretty tall when he's like that. Often times he uses his powers for good like getting the annoying shit off of the top shelves. Other times, he likes to be a little asshole and puts shit on the top shelf.

🌙 He's had a few incidents where he would turn and ruin his clothes. He usually wears baggier clothes like what he uses to train in, but there would be times when he would be wearing a tight t-shirt or pants only for the damn things to tear. You would always find him muttering curses in Japanese as he peeled off the poor torn fabrics.

🌙 There have been a couple of times where you walked in to find him with something stuck in his horns or wrapped around his tail or hooves. The funniest time was when you walked in on him trying to re-string his bow while he was lounging in his demon form. The poor string was somehow wrapped around his claws and both horns.

🌙 It can be pretty awkward for him to kiss you with his fangs, but damn it all if he doesn't try! He loves it when you kiss him though, pushing past the feeling of his fangs pressing against you as his clawed fingers gracefully touch you.

🌙 If you want his attention to snap to you immediately, tug on his horns. A good tug shuts him up and has his eyes pinning you in place as a faint blush pinkens his grayish cheeks. He especially loves it when you tug on his horn to make it easier to kiss him.

🌙 You had bought him larger clothes so they would be baggy on his person when he would turn and he fucking loves them. They swallow him when he's human but they're fucking perfect when he's a demon. He's going to love them to absolute death.

[darksaiyangoku]

RWBY: Grim Tales

Vampire's Fangs

Note: Oscar is 21

Oscar walked through the halls of one of Vale City's seediest establishments; The Vampire Lounge. The walls were a charcoal grey, with several cracks all over them, the windows were arched with red stained glass and there were ghoulish paintings depicting vampires feasting on humans throughout Remnant's history. What really made his skin crawl, however, were the bats roaming the ceiling and gnashing their teeth. Oscar placed his hand into his pocket and pulled out a butterfly knife. The handle was a stark white and bore an emblem of a bird with a flamed tailfeather. Soon, Oscar had reached the end of the hallway and saw a large, double door. This was it, the bedroom of the Queen.

Oscar: *knocks the door*

???: Who is it?

Oscar: I'm here to see the Queen. Let me in.

The door opened and Sage Ayana peered out wearing nothing but loose trousers.

Sage: *groans* Oh great. It's you.

Oscar: Hmph. Hello Sage. I'm sorry to bother you, but-

Sage: Spare me the bullcrap, huntsman. Me and milady are busy here. So either turn around *fangs protact* or I rip out your throat!

Oscar: *chuckles* You know you can'f touch me. Your Queen won't allow it.

Sage: *grabs Oscar's shirt* You little-

???: Put. Him. Down.

Sage and turned their attention to a beautiful blonde woman wearing nothing but a silky, golden yellow robe. It was the Vampire Queen, Yang Xiao Long.

Sage: *growls* Yes, Milady. *releases him*

Oscar: Thank you, sir. *looks at Yang* Can I speak with you, please? Alone?

Yang: *smirks* You're always welcome in my chambers. Sage, please leave us for the moment.

Sage: Very well. *gathers his clothes and leavss*

Oscar: There's something I'm investigating and I believe it leads back to your club. Would you help me?

Yang: First thing's first. *bares fangs* If you want info, you know the price.

Oscar: Oh... yeah. That. *sighs* Let's just get this over with.

Oscar unbuttoned his shirt slightly and pulled the collar down to expose his neck. Yang licked her lips voraciously and leaned into him, kissing his neck. The scent of fresh peaches caught Oscar's nose and he hummed in satisfaction. However, that soon turned into discomfort as he felt the sting of Yang's fangs.

Oscar: *closes eyes* Agggh!!! Ah, damn!

Yang: Mmmmmm~ *releases Oscar* Still as delicious as ever. *licks her fingers*

Oscar: *pants* Glad you... agh... think so. *clears throat* Anyway, what do you know about this? *hands Yang the knife*

Yang: Hmm? *inspects knife* This is pretty. Where did you find this?

Oscar: It was at the scene of a murder. The victim was Melanie Malachite, one of your staff members. This club has made a lot of enemies over the years. Can you think of anyone who might want you and your members dead?

Yang: *strokes finger over the blade* There was someone who arrived here a few days ago. He claimed that he had a thing for vampires and wanted to... *smirks* well, you know how it goes.

Oscar: *shakes head*

Yang: Anyway, I had a quick look at his belt and saw a knife in the holster. Hsd the exact same emblem and everything.

Oscar: Any idea what the guy what the guy looked like?

Yang: *nods* Spiky orange hair and yellow eyes. He wore a black jacket too.

Oscar: I see. *sighs* Well, it's not much to go on, but it'll have to do for now. *stands up* Looks like I've got another hunt. Thanks Yang.

Yang: W-Wait! You're not seriously going after him, are you?

Oscar: I've got no choice. If he's out there, everyone in here will be in danger and... *cups her cheek* I don't want him to hurt you.

Yang: Oh Oscar. *kisses his hand* Just promise me you'll be okay.

Oscar: *small smile* I promise.

Oscar put both his hands on her cheeks and pulled her in for a long, deep kiss. Yang wrapped her hands at the back of his neck and kissed him deeper. Neither of them wanted to let go. As the Queen of the Vampires, Yang could have any monster she wanted. But her heart belonged to a human. A human named Oscar Pine.

[lockedtowers]

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

spring sun kisses her flesh at the river’s edge, the moss stained rocks and grassy dirts holding a familiarity she’d started going without. her nudges his way when he speaks, blue eye upturned his way when he sits next to her. a quick glance around, heightened senses ensuring he had come alone; didn’t need another incident with his father.

“people might start to think you like me if you keep managing to find me.” but there weren’t any people around. it was just them.

the last shot his father got in her actually scarred. it wasn’t the first— and if she continued to let him breathe, it may not be the last. words of her past echoes in her mind: march wouldn’t have even allowed a first time. lysander would have torn his head clean off his shoulders whilst declaring himself the winner of the fight. violet would be insulting her, probably, for once again letting a forming crush stop her from what she should do. she barely knew her family; a mother that would have sucked the life clean out of him, a surrogate that may have stabbed him in the chest, a brother she couldn’t understand.. her own father was the slayer of hundreds. was her sufferance a payment for his crimes?

every voice telling her not to trust him, either. that he was his father’s son, and she needed to recognize that. she needed to finish him off, or at the bare minimum his monster of a father.

but in spite of it all, he’s been so nice to her. his smile a distraction. she knows the pain of being alone, and she still remembers that little girls face when she lost all of her own family. he wouldn’t like her anymore if she made him lose his.

her top was starting to fray apart from wear, worn and wearing with use. she’d have to steal something new soon, and likely would get caught again by his father if she didn’t leave the town soon. logically, there wasn’t a reason for her to stay.

some would argue she’s never been the most logical.

“why do you keep looking for me? if it’s not to help your father try to kill me… what is it about? it… it’s not like i know how to be a human.”

[prosegalaxy]

Gothic Love and Werewolf Curse

The sun set behind the village, casting an eerie glow over the cobblestone streets as Amelia walked alone, her heart heavy with a sense of foreboding. She could feel it in her bones - something was coming. Her footsteps echoed through the silent alleyways, and she couldn't help but think that she was being watched. Amelia paused at the entrance to an ancient crypt, the door creaking ominously as she pushed it open. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of decay and secrets long-kept. She stepped carefully through the dimly lit chambers, her eyes straining to see in the darkness. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows - a man, his features distorted by pain and anguish. "Who are you?" he growled, his voice raw with anger and desperation. "Amelia," she replied, taking a step closer despite her fear. "And you... you're Lucius." He stared at her, his eyes wide with disbelief. "How do you know my name?" "I sensed your curse," Amelia explained, her voice steady. "I'm here to help you break it." Lucius laughed, a bitter sound that echoed through the crypt. "A human? You can't possibly understand what it's like to be trapped in this monster's body." "But I do," Amelia insisted. "We're bound by fate, Lucius. We've been brought together for a reason, and we must work together to defeat the witch who cursed you." For a moment, their eyes locked, and Amelia saw something in him - a spark of hope, a glimmer of the man he once was. Then, without warning, Lucius embraced her, his lips pressing urgently against hers. The passion of their kiss sent shockwaves through Amelia's body, leaving her breathless and weak-kneed. "We're destined to be together," she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest. "And we will conquer this curse, whatever it takes." As the full moon cast its silvery light upon the ancient crypt, Amelia found herself drawn to the hidden chamber deep within. The air was thick with an eerie silence, only broken by her own ragged breaths. She knew not what awaited her inside, but a feeling of destiny pushed her forward. The moment she crossed the threshold, she came face-to-face with Lucius. He stood tall and proud, his eyes flashing golden in the dim light, revealing his true nature - a werewolf cursed by a witch's spell. The air between them crackled with electricity as they locked eyes, each feeling the pull of an unseen force. "Who are you?" Amelia whispered, her heart pounding against her ribcage like a wild animal. Lucius regarded her with a mixture of caution and longing. "I am Lucius, cursed by a witch's spell. But I can sense that there is more to your presence here than mere curiosity." Amelia's breath caught in her throat as she felt the truth of his words resonate within her. "We are destined to be together, aren't we?" Lucius nodded, his voice low and gravelly. "Yes, but our love comes with a price. The curse must be broken if we are to be together." In that moment, Amelia knew she would do whatever it took to save Lucius and themselves. Together, they embarked on a treacherous journey through the darkest corners of the land, facing trials and tribulations that tested their resolve and love for one another. As they stood before the witch's lair, Amelia's heart swelled with determination. "I will not let you take him from me," she vowed. Lucius squeezed her hand reassuringly. "We face this together, Amelia. And if we are successful, our love will know no bounds." And so, in the face of unimaginable darkness, two hearts bound by destiny fought to conquer the witch's curse and secure their love for eternity. Amelia's eyes widened as she gazed upon Lucius, her heart pounding in her chest. "Are you... a werewolf?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. Lucius stared back at her, his eyes filled with both fear and determination. "Yes," he said, his voice raw and gravelly. "I am." Amelia's mind raced as she tried to process this new information. She had always known there was something different about Lucius, but she never imagined it could be something so extraordinary. But as much as she wanted to, she couldn't deny the truth of his words. "Then... how can we break this curse?" Amelia asked, her voice trembling with emotion. She couldn't bear the thought of losing Lucius, especially after finally discovering the truth about him. Lucius took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I don't know," he admitted. "But I am determined to find out." Amelia nodded, her resolve hardening. "Then we will do it together," she said firmly. She knew that they were destined for something greater, and she refused to let anything stand in their way. With that, the two of them set off on a journey to uncover the truth behind Lucius' curse. As they delved deeper into the mysteries of the supernatural world, Amelia discovered not only her own lineage of warriors but also the depths of her feelings for Lucius. Together, they faced countless challenges and dangers, but with each one, their bond grew stronger. Finally, they confronted the witch who had cast the curse, and in a fierce battle, they defeated her. As the spell lifted, Amelia and Lucius were welcomed back into the village as heroes. And so, their love blossomed amidst the ruins of the witch's lair, a testament to the power of destiny and the triumph of good over evil. Amelia stumbled upon an ancient crypt deep within the heart of the forest, drawn by an inexplicable force. The moon shone down on her as she stepped inside, and there, standing in the center of the crypt, was a man with piercing blue eyes. His name was Lucius, and he was a werewolf cursed by a witch's spell. "Who are you?" Amelia whispered, her heart pounding in her chest. "I am Lucius," he replied, his voice soft but filled with strength. "And you, my lady, are the only one who can help me." In that moment, Amelia knew she had heard of this name before. It seemed to echo through her family's history, a legacy of warriors and heroes. As they spoke, their connection grew deeper, and the realization dawned upon them - they were destined for each other. "I will help you break this curse," Amelia vowed, and together they embarked on a treacherous journey through dark woods, dangerous mountains, and treacherous swamps. They faced countless challenges and dangers, but their love and determination only grew stronger with each passing day. Finally, they reached the witch's lair. With Amelia's bloodline and Lucius's strength, they confronted the witch, banishing her and lifting the curse that had plagued him for centuries. As the sun rose on a new day, the villagers welcomed them back as heroes, and Amelia and Lucius were free to love one another without fear or consequence. And so, their story ended on a hopeful note, a testament to the power of love and the triumph of good over evil - even in the darkest of places. Amelia's heart raced as she entered the ancient crypt, the air heavy with the scent of decay and magic. The dim light from her torch cast eerie shadows on the crumbling walls, making her skin crawl. As she delved deeper into the crypt, she heard a low growl echoing through the darkness. She cautiously called out, "Hello? Is anyone here?" Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, his eyes gleaming like silver in the dim light. To Amelia's surprise, it was a man, but not just any man – he was a werewolf, cursed by a witch's spell. "Who... who are you?" she whispered, her voice trembling with fear and awe. The werewolf, Lucius, looked at her intently. "I am Lucius, the one cursed by the witch's spell. We must break this curse before it consumes me completely." Amelia's heart raced as she realized the gravity of their situation. "But how can we do that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Lucius explained that he had heard of a powerful artifact hidden deep within the crypt that could break the curse, but it was guarded by the witch herself. "We must find this artifact and confront the witch to lift the spell," he said firmly. Amelia's eyes widened with determination. "I'm in." Together, they embarked on a perilous journey through the crypt, facing countless challenges and dangers along the way. As they fought side by side, their shared destiny became clear – they were meant to be together. Through all the trials they faced, their bond grew stronger, and they learned of Amelia's lineage of warriors who had battled against evil for generations. Finally, they reached the witch's lair and confronted her, engaging in a fierce battle that tested their courage and love. When the smoke cleared, the witch lay defeated, and the curse was lifted from Lucius. The villagers hailed them as heroes, welcoming them back into the fold. Amelia and Lucius' love blossomed, proving that good will ultimately triumph over evil or adversity. The moon, a gibbous orb of silver light, cast eerie shadows upon the cobblestone streets of the sleepy village. Amelia, a young woman with raven hair and piercing green eyes, walked alone beneath its ethereal glow. She felt the weight of her destiny pressing down on her shoulders, a burden she had carried since childhood. Whispers of her lineage echoed through the town's gossip, but few dared speak aloud the truth: Amelia was descended from a long line of warriors who battled supernatural beings to protect humanity. As Amelia wandered the village square, she noticed a stranger watching her from afar. His eyes were as dark and captivating as the night itself, and his aura reeked of danger. He introduced himself as Lucius, a man cursed by a witch's spell to become a werewolf at every full moon. The curse had driven him from his village, forcing him into a life of solitude and fear. Despite their initial apprehension, Amelia and Lucius formed an uneasy alliance, both understanding the burden of their fates. Together, they embarked on a perilous journey to confront the witch responsible for their suffering. Through treacherous mountains, dense forests, and haunted valleys, they faced unimaginable challenges and terrifying creatures. As they battled together, Amelia and Lucius began to recognize the depth of their shared destiny. The fire of their shared struggle ignited a spark of affection between them, threatening to kindle into a fiery passion. As the pair drew nearer to the witch's lair, their bond grew ever stronger, forged by the fires of adversity. At last, they stood before her, ready to claim their freedom and break the curse that bound them. With a final, fierce battle, Amelia and Lucius defeated the witch, banishing her darkness from their lives forever. Embraced as heroes by their village, they were at last free to explore the depths of their love, casting aside the shadows that had once held them captive. Amelia stared at Lucius, her heart racing as she realized he was more than just an ordinary man. "Lucius," she whispered, "are you...a werewolf?" He looked into her eyes, his own filled with pain and fear. "Yes," he confessed, "I am cursed by a witch's spell." Amelia's mind raced with possibilities, but she knew they had to help him. They needed to break the curse and free Lucius from his tormented existence. Together, they embarked on a dangerous journey, traveling through treacherous landscapes and facing numerous challenges. Their bond grew stronger with each passing day, as they relied on one another for survival and support. Amelia found herself drawn to Lucius's strength and courage, while he admired her determination and resilience. As they searched for the witch who had cast the curse, they discovered Amelia's lineage of warriors, destined to protect the world from dark forces. As they journeyed deeper into the heart of darkness, they encountered obstacles that tested their love and commitment. But with each triumph over a new foe, they grew closer, their hearts intertwining like ivy climbing a wall. Finally, they located the witch's lair, hidden in the depths of a haunted forest. With Amelia's lineage at their side, they prepared to confront the powerful sorceress who had brought them so much pain and suffering. In a climactic battle, Amelia and Lucius faced off against the witch, their love for one another fueling their courage. As they defeated her, the curse was lifted, and Lucius's wolfish form retreated, revealing his true humanity once more. The village celebrated their victory, welcoming them back as heroes. And in the quiet of the night, Amelia and Lucius found solace in each other's arms, their love now unbound by any spell. Amelia had always felt different, as if she didn't quite belong in her small, peaceful village. Her eyes seemed to glow with an unearthly light, and she often found herself drawn to the forest's darkest corners. But nothing could have prepared her for the day when she met Lucius, a werewolf cursed by a witch's spell. As they ventured together into the heart of the forest, Amelia began to uncover secrets about her own lineage. She discovered that she was descended from a long line of warriors who had protected their village from supernatural threats. With this newfound knowledge, she felt a sense of purpose and belonging she had never experienced before. Lucius, meanwhile, confided in Amelia about the curse that bound him to the wolf within, and how it could only be broken by true love's kiss. As they journeyed through the forest, Amelia and Lucius grew ever closer, their shared destiny drawing them together like moths to a flame. The village, once wary of the werewolf who roamed its borders, gradually came to accept Lucius as he saved them from various dangers. Amelia's love for him was evident, and their bond grew stronger. They knew they had to confront the witch responsible for the curse, but first, they needed to gather the necessary ingredients for a potion that would break it. Finally, they found themselves at the witch's lair, where Amelia and Lucius fought side by side to defeat her. With the witch vanquished, Lucius transformed into his human form, no longer bound by the werewolf curse. The villagers welcomed him with open arms, and he and Amelia were free to explore their love without fear or prejudice. In that moment, as the sun set over the forest and their hearts swelled with joy, Amelia and Lucius knew they had found something truly magical – a love that transcended the boundaries of human and fantastical, a love that would last forever. Amelia had always been fascinated by the myths and legends of her village, particularly those involving fantastical creatures that roamed the dark forests surrounding their home. She often found herself lost in daydreams of noble warriors battling against dark forces, protecting their people from evil. As she grew older, however, Amelia began to realize that these stories were not just tales spun by her ancestors to keep their children in line, but rather, reflections of a hidden world existing parallel to her own. One evening, while venturing deeper into the woods than ever before, Amelia stumbled upon a figure lying on the ground, his body covered in fur and trembling with pain. As she approached cautiously, she recognized him as Lucius, a young man from her village who had been missing for days. The last she had heard, he had gone to confront the witch that lived deep within the forest, seeking a cure for the curse that plagued his family – the transformation into werewolves during each full moon. "Please," Lucius begged Amelia, his voice barely audible through his torment, "I need your help." Amelia hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest as she considered the implications of her choice. Yet, as she looked into Lucius's eyes, she saw not just fear but a deep yearning for redemption and acceptance. In that moment, Amelia knew she had found her purpose – to help break the curse that bound Lucius and his family. Together, they ventured deeper into the forest, determined to confront the witch and undo the spell once and for all. Along their journey, Amelia discovered her own lineage of warriors, each with a unique ability to protect their people from darkness. As they navigated through treacherous terrain, Amelia and Lucius found solace in each other's company, their shared destiny slowly transforming into something more profound. Finally, the duo reached the witch's lair, confronting her with courage that surprised even themselves. The witch, sensing the powerful connection between Amelia and Lucius, agreed to break the curse in exchange for a promise: Amelia would remain in the village, while Lucius would leave, finding peace away from their home. With the curse lifted, the villagers welcomed both Amelia and Lucius back into their hearts, acknowledging the love that had blossomed between them. And as the sun set over the horizon, casting a warm glow on the couple, they knew that no matter where their paths led them, they would always find solace in each other's arms. In a small, isolated village, Amelia and Lucius lived their lives, seemingly ordinary but hiding extraordinary secrets. As night fell, they would transform into beings of legend – Amelia, a warrior with lineage traced back generations, and Lucius, a werewolf cursed by the malevolent witch, Evelina. The villagers knew not of their true identities, for they lived in fear of the dark creatures that roamed the night. One fateful evening, as Amelia and Lucius stood atop a hill overlooking their village, they noticed a strange glow emanating from an ancient crypt on the outskirts of the settlement. Deciding to investigate, they cautiously approached the crypt, only to discover the source of the light – a mysterious artifact that seemed to resonate with their very souls. As they held the artifact in their hands, a sudden gust of wind whispered through the night air, revealing their true identities to one another. Fear and shock turned into curiosity, as Amelia and Lucius began to share their stories, finding solace in their shared destiny. The crypt had been Evelina's lair, and within its walls lay the secrets of breaking her curse. Together, they devised a plan to confront the witch, using their combined strength and determination to break free from the chains that bound them. As dawn approached, Amelia and Lucius stormed the crypt, only to find Evelina waiting for them, smirking with malicious intent. A fierce battle ensued, pitting love against evil. With each strike, Lucius' wolfish instincts clashed against Amelia's warrior training. But it was their unwavering love that finally defeated the witch – a force she had never anticipated or prepared for. With Evelina vanquished and the curse lifted, Amelia and Lucius returned to the village as heroes. The villagers, who had once feared them, now accepted them with open arms, for they had seen the power of love and forgiveness in action. And so, under the moonlit sky, Amelia and Lucius lived out their days as two halves of a whole, their love a beacon that forever illuminated the darkness within and beyond their village. Amelia, a young woman with fiery red hair and piercing green eyes, lived in the quiet village of Willowbrook. She was an enigma in the community, as rumors swirled about her mysterious lineage and supernatural abilities. Lucius, a brooding werewolf cursed by a vengeful witch, had been living on the outskirts of the village for years. He longed to break the curse that bound him to his wolfish form, but the villagers shunned him due to their fear and ignorance. One fateful evening, as Amelia wandered through the woods near the village, she stumbled upon Lucius, wounded and alone. Despite her initial fear, Amelia's empathy compelled her to help him. She tended to his wounds and shared her knowledge of herbs and healing, while Lucius told her of the witch's curse that tormented him. As they spent more time together, Amelia discovered her own connection to a lineage of warriors who had fought against dark magic in their ancient past. Together, Amelia and Lucius embarked on a journey to confront the witch and break the curse. Their bond deepened as they faced countless trials and challenges, their shared destiny forging an unbreakable connection. They battled treacherous terrain, vicious beasts, and malevolent spirits, all while growing ever closer. Finally, they reached the witch's lair, where she revealed herself to be Amelia's great-great-grandmother, cursed by a rival sorcerer who sought to destroy her lineage. The witch, consumed by vengeance and hatred, had unknowingly doomed Lucius as well. In a climactic battle, Amelia and Lucius defeated the witch, freeing themselves from their fates. With the curse lifted, Lucius could now transform into a human during daylight hours, but he still bore the mark of the werewolf on his body. The villagers, no longer fearful, welcomed him into their community as an equal. Amelia and Lucius's love had blossomed into a powerful force, capable of overcoming even the darkest magic. Their story became a legend passed down through generations, a testament to the power of love and the strength of the human spirit. Amelia's eyes widened as she stared at Lucius, the werewolf who had haunted her dreams since childhood. He was unlike any other creature of legend – a man cursed by a witch's spell that bound them together in an unbreakable fate. As moonlight streamed through the window, she saw his sharp features soften, and she couldn't help but wonder if there was more to him than the fearsome beast he appeared to be at night. Lucius, too, found himself drawn to Amelia. He had always been a lonely figure, forced to hide his true nature from the villagers who feared him. But with her, he felt something different – a connection that transcended their circumstances. They spent hours talking, sharing stories and laughing together, as if they were two halves of a single soul finally reunited. One evening, Amelia's grandmother revealed to her the lineage of warriors in her family, all of whom had fought against the witch responsible for Lucius's curse. Intrigued by this connection, Amelia realized that she was destined to help him break free from the spell and reclaim his humanity. Together, they ventured into the dark forest where the witch resided, armed with courage and determination. As they approached the witch's lair, Lucius's eyes glowed with the power of the full moon, and he transformed into a fearsome werewolf before Amelia's eyes. She gripped her weapon tightly, ready to protect him at all costs. The witch, sensing their approach, sent forth dark creatures to thwart their progress, but Amelia and Lucius fought bravely, their love for each other driving them forward. Finally, they reached the witch's chamber. A fierce battle ensued, and just as the witch prepared her final spell, Amelia leapt into action, striking her ancestor's weapon into the heart of the ancient sorceress. The spell shattered, and Lucius's werewolf form retreated, revealing the man he truly was. In that moment, the villagers looked upon them with newfound respect and acceptance, seeing the love that had bound them together through the darkest of times. And as they returned to their village hand-in-hand, Amelia and Lucius knew that their journey had only just begun – for now, they had a lifetime to explore the depths of their shared destiny and the love that blossomed between them. In a small village, shrouded in mystery and darkness, there lived a young woman named Amelia. Her family was known for their fierce warrior lineage, but she longed for more than just the battles that filled her days. She wanted love, and perhaps even a sense of belonging within the tight-knit community. One evening, as Amelia wandered through the woods near her home, she encountered Lucius, a brooding figure with piercing eyes and an air of danger. But it was his silvery fur that marked him as something other than human – he was a werewolf, cursed by a witch's spell. Fate had brought them together, and their shared destiny would soon become clear. "I can break your curse," Amelia whispered to Lucius, her heart pounding in her chest. "My family has fought witches for generations, and I may be the only one who can help you." Lucius looked into Amelia's eyes and knew that she spoke the truth. But he also understood that their love would not come without consequences. "I will trust you," he said softly, his voice filled with a mixture of hope and fear. Together, they set out to confront the witch who had cast the curse. Along the way, Amelia taught Lucius about the beauty and complexity of human emotions, while he showed her the wild power that came from embracing one's true nature. The villagers were wary of Lucius, but as they witnessed his newfound control over his wolfish instincts, they slowly began to accept him. As Amelia and Lucius grew closer, their love blossomed into a passionate flame that could not be extinguished. They faced the witch together, their shared bravery and determination proving stronger than any spell. The witch's curse was broken, and the two were free to live out their lives as they chose – hand in hand, forever bound by love and destiny. In a world where humans and fantastical creatures coexisted, Amelia, a young woman with an air of mystery about her, had always felt different. She knew deep down that she was destined for something great, but couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. Her life took a dramatic turn when she met Lucius, a werewolf cursed by a witch's spell. Amelia and Lucius were inexplicably drawn to each other, their eyes meeting across the crowded marketplace. Despite knowing of Lucius' curse, Amelia felt a pull towards him that she couldn't resist. As they spent more time together, they discovered a shared destiny - to break the witch's spell and restore Lucius to his human form. As Amelia and Lucius embarked on their journey, they uncovered Amelia's lineage of warrior women who had protected their village for generations. This revelation explained her connection to Lucius, as these warriors had once fought against the witch responsible for his curse. They set out to confront the witch, armed with knowledge from Amelia's ancestors and an unyielding determination. Upon reaching the witch's lair, they found herself guarded by a host of dark creatures. Despite their fears, Amelia and Lucius fought valiantly, using their newfound knowledge to outsmart the witch and her minions. In the end, they managed to break the curse and free Lucius from his werewolf form. Returning to their village as heroes, Amelia and Lucius were finally able to embrace their love for one another. The villagers welcomed them with open arms, celebrating their newfound happiness and the strengthened bond between humans and fantastical creatures. And so, in a world filled with magic and mystery, two souls found each other, defied the odds, and built a life together based on love and destiny. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the small village. Amelia's heart raced as she gazed at Lucius, the mysterious stranger who had arrived in town just days before. He was unlike any man she had ever seen, with his sharp features and piercing eyes. Rumor had it that he was a werewolf, cursed by a witch's spell long ago. ``` Amelia: "Lucius, I've heard the stories about you... but I don't believe them." Lucius: "You must not trust what others say about me. The curse is real, and it consumes me every full moon." ``` Amelia's eyes widened as she realized Lucius's pain. She had always known her lineage was different, but never had she imagined the truth - that she was descended from a long line of warriors who fought against dark magic. As the nights grew longer and the full moon drew nearer, Amelia and Lucius found solace in each other's company. They spent their days exploring the forest, learning about the magical creatures that lived within it, and sharing stories of their ancestors. ``` Amelia: "Our fates are intertwined, Lucius. We must break this curse together." Lucius: "I do not want to be a monster. But if I am, we shall face the witch together." ``` Together they sought out the witch's lair, battling enchanted creatures and overcoming seemingly impossible odds. As their love for one another grew stronger, so did their determination to break the curse that bound them. Finally, they stood before the witch, ready to confront her and end the spell that had haunted them both for so long. ``` Witch: "You dare challenge me? You think you can change your fates?" Amelia: "We will fight for our love and our freedom! Together, we shall overcome." Lucius: "Yes, we will break this curse!" ``` In a climactic battle, Amelia and Lucius defeated the witch, breaking the spell that had tormented them. As the last of her power faded away, the villagers embraced Amelia and Lucius, finally seeing them for who they truly were - two souls bound by destiny and love. And so, under the watchful eye of the full moon, Amelia and Lucius began their new life together, free from the chains of the curse, and ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Amelia stared out of her window, her eyes tracing the silhouette of the full moon as it cast its silver glow upon the quaint village below. A shiver ran down her spine, a feeling that had become all too familiar in recent weeks. She knew the truth - she was not entirely human. Late one evening, Amelia caught a glimpse of something extraordinary - a figure, tall and lean, with piercing yellow eyes. The next day, she learned his name: Lucius, the werewolf cursed by a witch's spell. As destiny would have it, their paths crossed once more when they found themselves at the edge of the dark woods, drawn by an inexplicable force. "Why do we feel this connection?" Amelia whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. Lucius looked into her eyes, his own filled with a mix of fear and wonder. "We are two souls bound by fate, walking the same path towards salvation," he replied. Unbeknownst to them, Amelia's lineage traced back to a long-forgotten line of warriors who fought against darkness. With her newfound knowledge, she vowed to help Lucius break the curse. Together, they ventured deep into the woods, where they encountered the witch responsible for the spell. "I cannot reverse the curse," the witch cackled, her eyes gleaming with malevolence. "But you have a choice: give up your love and return to normalcy, or embrace the darkness and become one of us." Amelia's face hardened as she looked at Lucius, determination burning in her eyes. In the end, it was the villagers who saved them. Having witnessed their bravery and sacrifice, they rallied behind them, driving away the witch's followers and gaining acceptance for the werewolf. As Amelia and Lucius stood hand-in-hand at last, the sun rose on a new day - a day filled with hope, love, and the promise of a brighter future. This is the summary of your work so far: The human asks for an outline of a Gothic love story about humans and fantastical creatures, focusing on Amelia and Lucius, a werewolf cursed by a witch's spell. The AI expands the story with dialog and descriptions, creating a 250-word summary about their journey to break the curse, discovering shared destiny, Amelia's lineage of warriors, confronting the witch, gaining acceptance in the village, and allowing their love to blossom. In the small village of Blackthorn, where superstition and fear of the unknown reigned supreme, Amelia lived a quiet life. Her family was part of an ancient lineage of warriors who protected the village from fantastical creatures that roamed the surrounding lands. She had heard whispers of a werewolf cursed by a witch's spell, but she never believed in such tales. One fateful night, as Amelia walked back to her home, she stumbled upon a figure lying on the ground, wounded and frightened. It was Lucius, the werewolf whose curse had driven him mad with pain and desperation. As they exchanged words, their eyes met, and an inexplicable connection sparked between them. ``` Amelia: What happened to you? Are you a man or a beast? Lucius: I am both, cursed by the witch's spell. But I won't let this curse define me. Amelia: We must find a way to break the curse. It is our shared destiny. ``` Together, they embarked on a journey to confront the witch and lift the curse from Lucius. Along the way, Amelia taught him about her family's history and the power of love and acceptance. The villagers, initially fearful of Lucius, soon began to see him as a changed man, one who desired only peace and understanding. ``` Villager: We once feared you, but now we know your heart is true. Welcome, Lucius. Lucius: Thank you. It's because of Amelia that I found acceptance in this village. ``` As the curse lifted, Lucius transformed back into his human form. The love between them blossomed, and they realized their connection was not merely a result of fate but an essential part of who they were. Their journey had brought them together, forged their destiny, and taught them that love could triumph over even the darkest of curses. This is the summary of your work so far: The story follows Amelia and Lucius as they embark on a journey to break the curse that has turned Lucius into a werewolf. Along the way, they discover their shared destiny, Amelia's lineage of warriors, confront the witch, gain acceptance in the village, and allow their love to blossom. Amelia had always been fascinated by the stories of her ancestors, powerful warriors who fought against dark forces and mystical creatures. She never believed that these tales could be true, until one fateful day when she encountered a man unlike any she had ever seen before. His eyes were as green as the dense forest that surrounded them, and his form was that of a wolf, yet he walked on two legs like a human. This creature, Lucius, had been cursed by a witch's spell, and now Amelia found herself inexplicably drawn to him. As days turned into weeks, Amelia and Lucius grew closer, their shared isolation from the rest of the village bringing them together. They would often sit by the fire, listening to each other's stories, and slowly, a bond formed between them that transcended their differing natures. But this newfound love brought with it a dangerous predicament: if they consummated their feelings, Lucius would remain a wolf forever. One evening, as they sat beneath the stars, Amelia confessed her knowledge of her lineage and her desire to help break the curse that bound them. Lucius, his heart swelling with gratitude, shared with her the story of how he had become a werewolf, cursed by the same witch who now held the key to their freedom. Together, they resolved to confront this dark sorceress and end her reign of terror over both their lives. Together, Amelia and Lucius ventured into the heart of the forest, where the witch's hut stood, shrouded in an aura of malevolence. As they entered the dwelling, they found themselves face to face with the crone herself, her eyes burning like embers as she spat her defiance at them. But Amelia, driven by her love for Lucius and the knowledge of her ancestors' courage, refused to be intimidated. "You have cursed my love," she declared, her voice strong and clear. "I demand that you break your spell and release him from his fate!" The witch cackled, a sound as dark as the forest itself. "Love cannot conquer all, girl. Only true sacrifice can free him from this curse." Amelia's heart raced, but she knew what she must do. She had always been told that her ancestors fought for love and justice, and now it was her turn to follow in their footsteps. With a final, fateful decision, Amelia stepped forward, offering herself as the sacrifice to break Lucius' curse. As she did so, the witch's power vanished, and Lucius transformed into his human form once more. Together, they returned to the village as heroes, their love now free from the constraints of the witch's spell. The villagers celebrated their bravery and rejoiced in their newfound acceptance, while Amelia and Lucius began a life together, united by the power of true love and the strength of their ancestors. Amelia walked through the dimly lit village, her heart heavy with the knowledge of the curse that bound her. The villagers whispered as she passed, fear and suspicion etched into their faces. She knew what they thought - that she was a monster, just like the werewolf who roamed the woods at night. As Amelia approached the edge of the forest, she could hear the distant howl of the creature, its haunting melody echoing through the trees. To her surprise, the wolf emerged from the shadows, and to her even greater shock, it transformed into a man - Lucius. Their eyes met, and in that moment, a spark ignited between them. "Why are you here?" Lucius asked, his voice filled with both fear and curiosity. "I am here to break the curse," Amelia replied boldly. "We must find my family's ancient sword - it is the key to our freedom." They ventured into the woods, following a trail that seemed to have been left for them. As they journeyed, their conversations grew more frequent and their bond strengthened. They discovered that Amelia was part of a lineage of warriors who had fought against witches and their cursed creatures. Together, they uncovered their shared destiny - to end the curse and break the chains that bound them. As they reached the witch's lair, Amelia held the sword high, ready to confront the woman who had cast the spell. But Lucius hesitated, his eyes filled with uncertainty. "I don't want to kill her," he confessed, "I just want my life back." Amelia looked at him, understanding and compassion in her gaze. "We don't have to kill her," she said softly. "We can find a way to break the curse without taking a life." Together, they cast a spell of their own, reversing the witch's curse and finally gaining acceptance from the village. As Amelia and Lucius stood hand in hand, the sun broke through the clouds, casting its warm light upon them. Their love had grown from a spark into an unbreakable bond, proving that even in the darkest of places, love could still find a way to flourish. Amelia had always been different from her fellow villagers, but she never knew why. Her curiosity had led her to explore the forest that surrounded their small community, seeking answers to her strange feelings and the inexplicable connection she felt to the creatures that lived within its shadows. One day, while wandering deeper into the woods than ever before, Amelia stumbled upon a figure lying unconscious on the ground. As she approached, she realized it was a man with fur covering his body – a werewolf, just like those she had seen in her dreams. The creature's eyes fluttered open, revealing a face that struck her with recognition: Lucius, the cursed wolf from her dreams. "Who... what are you?" Amelia asked hesitantly, reaching out to touch his face gently. Lucius looked up at her with a mixture of fear and longing in his eyes. "I am Lucius, a werewolf cursed by a witch's spell. I was running from my curse when I found myself here, in your arms," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I... I don't know what to do," Amelia confessed, tears welling up in her eyes. "But I won't leave you." Together, they searched for a way to break the curse that bound them. As they delved deeper into the forest, Amelia discovered her lineage of warriors who fought against dark magic and protected their village from supernatural threats. With their help, she learned to harness her newfound powers and confronted the witch responsible for Lucius's curse. "Why did you do this?" Amelia demanded, standing bravely before the old crone. The witch cackled manically. "Love is a powerful force, child. I wanted to prove that even it could be tainted by darkness," she replied, casting a malevolent glare at Lucius and Amelia. In a climactic battle, Amelia and the warriors vanquished the witch, breaking the curse that bound Lucius to his wolf form forever. With their love proven stronger than the forces of darkness, they returned to the village as heroes. The villagers, once fearful of the supernatural, welcomed them with open arms, and Amelia and Lucius found acceptance in a place they had never truly belonged. And so, their love grew, defying all odds, as they embraced their destinies together – two souls bound by fate and love, forever changed by their journey through darkness and into the light. Once upon a time in the small village of Moonlit Hollow, there lived two souls bound by fate and destiny, Amelia and Lucius. Amelia was a young woman with fiery red hair and eyes that held a secret only she knew - she was a warrior, descended from an ancient lineage of guardians. She had never felt truly at home in Moonlit Hollow, but the village was all she had ever known. Lucius, on the other hand, was a werewolf cursed by a witch's spell. He was both feared and loathed by the villagers, who knew nothing of his kind heart or noble spirit beneath his monstrous exterior. The curse bound Lucius to Amelia, forging an inexplicable connection between them that neither could ignore. One day, as Amelia wandered through the woods, she stumbled upon a hidden grove where the witch cast her spell. Determined to break the curse and free Lucius from his tormented existence, Amelia vowed to learn more about her lineage and confront the witch. "Amelia," Lucius growled, his voice a mix of fear and desperation, "You must be strong. The curse is powerful, and breaking it will not be easy." "I'm not leaving you, Lucius," Amelia replied, her determination unwavering. "We'll face this together." As they ventured deeper into the woods, Amelia discovered a hidden chamber that housed ancient texts and weapons. She learned that her ancestors had been guardians of Moonlit Hollow, protecting the village from supernatural threats. Armed with newfound knowledge, Amelia confronted the witch in her lair. "You have no idea what you're messing with!" the witch sneered, her eyes gleaming with malice. "I am all-powerful, and there is nothing you can do to break my curse!" But Amelia was not alone. Lucius stood by her side, a creature transformed by both the curse and his unwavering love for her. Together, they fought the witch, shattering her dark magic and releasing Lucius from his torment. In the end, the village accepted Lucius as one of their own, recognizing his bravery and devotion to Amelia. Their love continued to grow, undeterred by the challenges they had faced, proving that even in the darkest corners of the world, there could be a beacon of hope and love. Amelia had always felt different, an outsider in her small village. But as she grew older, she began to understand why. Her ancestors were a line of warriors who fought against the supernatural creatures that haunted the darkness. As Amelia learned more about her heritage, she discovered a hidden truth – she was destined to break a curse that bound her soul to Lucius, a werewolf cursed by a witch's spell. One moonlit night, as Amelia wandered through the woods, she stumbled upon Lucius in his wolf form. She could have run, but instead, she approached him cautiously, sensing something familiar about the creature. As they locked eyes, Lucius transformed back into his human form, revealing a face that was both terrifying and beautiful. "Why did you come to me?" he growled, his voice a mix of fear and curiosity. "I am cursed, my love for you will only bring you sorrow." Amelia smiled softly, her voice full of determination. "I have learned about my lineage, and I believe I can break the curse. We must confront the witch together and free each other from our fates." Together, Amelia and Lucius sought out the witch's lair, braving treacherous terrain and battling mythical creatures along the way. At last, they stood before the ancient hut where the witch resided, her power palpable in the air. Amelia steeled herself and stepped forward, confronting the witch with a courage born from her newfound knowledge of her ancestors' bravery. "I am Amelia, warrior and protector," she declared. "My lineage has fought against darkness for centuries, and now I come to break the curse you cast upon Lucius." The witch cackled, a sinister sound that echoed through the night. "You think you can break my spell? You may be brave, but you are not strong enough." But Amelia's determination was unwavering. With a deep breath, she channeled her ancestral strength and broke the curse, setting Lucius free. The witch's power crumbled, and she fled in fear. The villagers, who had long feared Amelia's connection to the supernatural, now saw her as a hero. As for Lucius, he was forever grateful to Amelia, and their love continued to grow despite the challenges they faced. In the end, Amelia had not only saved herself from an uncertain fate but also saved a man she had come to cherish. Their love, born from darkness, had blossomed into something beautiful and unbreakable. Amelia's heart raced as she approached Lucius, her eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling, "I don't want to hurt you." Lucius's eyes met hers, his own filled with pain and longing. "I can't control what I become when the moon rises," he admitted, the truth weighing heavily on him. "But I won't let it harm you." As night fell, Amelia stood vigilant, her heart pounding in anticipation. She watched Lucius transform before her eyes, and she was amazed to see that instead of turning into a monstrous creature, he remained human. It seemed the curse had been broken. Amelia's joy was short-lived, however, as a figure appeared on the horizon - the witch who had cursed them both. Amelia and Lucius stood together, united by their love and determination to protect one another. "You can't win," the witch sneered, casting a malevolent gaze over the couple. "This is not over." But Amelia refused to be intimidated. "It is, and you'll never have power over us again," she declared, her voice firm and resolute. The witch cackled, vanishing into the night as Amelia and Lucius embraced, their love stronger than ever before. In the days that followed, Amelia and Lucius gained acceptance in the village, their story spreading far and wide. They continued to fight for those in need, their bond only growing deeper with each passing day. Their love had conquered not only the witch's curse but also the fear and prejudice that once shrouded their lives. Together, they built a future where love could triumph over darkness, no matter how daunting the challenges may be. Amelia's heart raced as she listened to the old man's tale, the fire casting eerie shadows across his face. "There once was a powerful witch who cursed a young man named Lucius, turning him into a werewolf," he whispered. "He wanders the village at night, his curse binding them all in fear." Amelia felt an unexplainable connection to this story. As she ventured deeper into the forest, her instincts told her that she was destined for greatness. A sudden howl echoed through the trees, and Amelia's heart leaped into her throat. To her surprise, a tall, handsome man with silver eyes and fur rippling across his skin stepped out from the shadows. "I am Lucius," he growled, his voice laden with sorrow. "You are not afraid of me?" Amelia shook her head, her courage surprising even herself. "I know who you are, and I won't fear you." She reached out a trembling hand, and Lucius hesitated before taking it in his own. "The witch's curse can only be broken by someone of pure heart," Amelia declared, certain that she was the one destined to save them all. "I will help you break this curse." Together, they sought out the witch's lair. As they confronted her, Amelia's purity shone through, and the witch's spell crumbled away. Lucius transformed into his human form, and Amelia embraced him, their hearts finally at peace. They returned to the village as heroes, their love for each other growing stronger every day. "We will fight together for those in need," Amelia promised, and Lucius nodded, a smile lighting up his face. Side by side, they faced their uncertain fate, their bond unbreakable. Amelia gazed out her window, watching the full moon cast eerie shadows upon the forest beyond. She couldn't shake the feeling of an unexplainable connection to the tale of Lucius, a werewolf cursed by a powerful witch. With her heart pounding, she ventured into the darkness, guided by curiosity and an inexplicable desire to find him. As she wandered deeper into the woods, she finally spotted him. His silver eyes and fur glistened beneath the moonlight, revealing Lucius, the cursed werewolf. Fear gripped her heart as she approached, but something within her urged her to reach out and touch him. Their hands met, and a spark of energy passed between them, igniting a fire that would never be extinguished. Together, they ventured into the heart of the forest, seeking the witch who had cast the curse. Fear and determination fueled their every step as they navigated treacherous terrain and faced unimaginable dangers. They finally reached the entrance to the witch's lair, and with Amelia's pure heart leading the way, they confronted her. The curse was broken, and Lucius transformed into his human form once more. Returning as heroes to the village, their love blossomed. Their bond grew stronger with each passing day, and they vowed to fight together for those in need. Despite the uncertain fates that lay ahead, Amelia and Lucius embraced their destiny, saving each other and countless others along the way. Word Count: 168 Amelia's eyes darted around, taking in her surroundings as she walked through the dark forest. The air was heavy with anticipation and a hint of danger. She could feel something watching her from the shadows, but she pressed on, driven by an unexplainable connection to the tale of Lucius, the werewolf cursed by a witch's spell. As Amelia ventured deeper into the woods, she suddenly stumbled upon a figure lying motionless against a tree trunk. She approached cautiously and recognized the face of Lucius, his fur mottled with shades of gray, his eyes closed in a state of peaceful rest. "Lucius?" she whispered, reaching out to gently shake him. The werewolf stirred, his eyes opening slowly, revealing a glimmer of recognition. "Amelia," he breathed, his voice hoarse and raw. "You found me." "I heard your story, and I had to find you," Amelia replied softly, her heart pounding in her chest. "We have to break the curse together." Lucius smiled weakly, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Together, we shall." They set off through the forest, their steps synchronized as they searched for the witch's lair. The air crackled with magic, and the trees seemed to close in around them, as if trying to protect them from the evil that lay ahead. As they drew closer to their destination, Amelia felt her heart swell with determination. She knew she could trust Lucius, and together, they would face whatever darkness awaited them. Finally, they reached the witch's lair, a twisted hut made of twisted branches and vines. The air was thick with malevolence, but Amelia's pure heart shone through, illuminating the darkest corners of the witch's domain. The witch, enraged by their intrusion, hurled curses and spells at them, her eyes filled with hatred. But Amelia's love for Lucius and her unwavering courage broke the curse, freeing him from his werewolf form. As they emerged from the witch's lair, victorious and transformed, Amelia and Lucius knew their love had conquered all odds. They vowed to protect the village together, facing whatever challenges lay ahead, side by side as heroes. Amelia's eyes darted around, taking in her surroundings as she walked through the dark forest. The air was heavy with anticipation and a hint of danger. She could feel something watching her from the shadows, but she pressed on, driven by an unexplainable connection to the tale of Lucius, the werewolf cursed by a witch's spell. As Amelia ventured deeper into the woods, she suddenly stumbled upon a figure lying motionless against a tree trunk. She approached cautiously and recognized the face of Lucius, his fur mottled with shades of gray, his eyes closed in a state of peaceful rest. "Lucius?" she whispered, reaching out to gently shake him. The werewolf stirred, his eyes opening slowly, revealing a glimmer of recognition. "Amelia," he breathed, his voice hoarse and raw. "You found me." "I heard your story, and I had to find you," Amelia replied softly, her heart pounding in her chest. "We have to break the curse together." Lucius smiled weakly, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Together, we shall." They set off through the forest, their steps synchronized as they searched for the witch's lair. The air crackled with magic, and the trees seemed to close in around them, as if trying to protect them from the evil that lay ahead. As they drew closer to their destination, Amelia felt her heart swell with determination. She knew she could trust Lucius, and together, they would face whatever darkness awaited them. Finally, they reached the witch's lair, a twisted hut made of twisted branches and vines. The air was thick with malevolence, but Amelia's pure heart shone through, illuminating the darkest corners of the witch's domain. The witch, enraged by their intrusion, hurled curses and spells at them, her eyes filled with hatred. But Amelia's love for Lucius and her unwavering courage broke the curse, freeing him from his werewolf form. As they emerged from the witch's lair, victorious and transformed, Amelia and Lucius knew their love had conquered all odds. They vowed to protect the village together, facing whatever challenges lay ahead, side by side as heroes. Amelia walked cautiously through the dense forest, the air thick with an eerie silence. The branches above her head seemed to whisper secrets, urging her deeper into the woods. She had heard stories of Lucius, a cursed werewolf, and felt an inexplicable connection to his tale. As she ventured further, the shadows grew darker, and a chill ran down her spine. Suddenly, there he was – Lucius, standing before her with eyes that held both fear and longing. Lucius: "Amelia, what are you doing here? The witch's lair is not a place for the innocent." Amelia: "I heard your story, and I came to help you break the curse. It's clear that only love can conquer such a dark spell." Lucius: "You must understand, my wolf side craves the moonlight, and my human heart yearns for love. But together, we are doomed." Amelia: "We shall face this challenge together. I won't abandon you." As they journeyed to the witch's lair, their hearts beat in unison with a newfound hope. Upon reaching the lair, they found the old and sinister witch preparing a potion. With Amelia's pure heart and Lucius' strength, they confronted her. The witch trembled before them, and with a final spell, the curse was lifted. United by their love and bravery, they returned to the village as heroes. Together, they would face uncertain fates, side by side, protecting those who needed it most. Amelia's eyes widened as she stared at the full moon, its silver light casting eerie shadows in the forest. She couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, but something drew her deeper into the woods. As she walked, she heard the faint sound of howling and, to her surprise, saw a figure emerging from the darkness. It was Lucius, a werewolf cursed by a witch's spell. "Who...who are you?" Amelia whispered, her heart pounding. Lucius looked at her with sad eyes. "I am a man cursed, forced to live in shadows and fear. The witch cast a spell upon me, turning me into this creature of darkness." Amelia's empathy shone through. "But you don't have to be alone anymore. We can find the witch together and break your curse." Lucius hesitated, his eyes searching her face. "Are you sure? The witch is powerful and dangerous." "I am sure," Amelia replied determinedly. "Together, we will face her, and I'll use my pure heart to break the spell." They ventured deeper into the forest, following the sound of the witch's cackling laughter in the distance. As they approached her lair, Amelia felt a surge of courage and love for Lucius, knowing that their fates were intertwined. With newfound strength, they confronted the witch, who was taken aback by Amelia's purity. "You think your heart can break my spell?" she sneered, her eyes filled with malice. Amelia nodded, stepping forward bravely. "Yes, I do." The witch's eyes widened as the magic within her crumbled, and Lucius transformed back into his human form. The three of them stood together in the forest, Amelia and Lucius gazing at each other with newfound love and understanding. They knew they had only just begun their journey, but side by side, they would face any challenges that came their way. This is the summary of your work so far: The human asks for a Gothic love story about humans and fantastical creatures, focusing on Amelia and Lucius, a werewolf cursed by a witch's spell. In the expanded story, Amelia feels an unexplainable connection to the tale of Lucius and ventures into the forest where she meets him. Together, they seek out the witch's lair and confront her, breaking the curse with Amelia's pure heart. Returning as heroes to the village, their love grows stronger, and they pledge to fight together for those in need, facing uncertain fates side by side. One day, Amelia decided to venture into the mysterious forest that everyone in her village had been warned about. She heard whispers of a werewolf cursed by a witch's spell and felt an unexplainable connection to his story. As she walked deeper into the woods, she stumbled upon Lucius, the werewolf himself. Their eyes met, and they knew they had found someone who understood their struggles. Amelia: "I have heard your tale, and I believe you are not a monster, but a victim." Lucius: "You're right, Amelia. I was cursed by a witch to be this way, and I long to break free from it." Together, they embarked on a journey to find the witch's lair, hoping to end Lucius' curse once and for all. Along the way, their bond grew stronger, and they found solace in each other's company. When they finally reached the witch's lair, Amelia's pure heart enabled her to confront the witch, breaking the spell that had cursed Lucius. Lucius: "I am free of the curse, thanks to your kindness, Amelia." Amelia: "We have defeated the witch together, and now we can fight for those who need our help." Returning as heroes to their village, Amelia and Lucius pledged to protect and support each other, facing uncertain fates side by side. Their love continued to grow stronger, and they dedicated their lives to helping others, proving that even the darkest curses can be broken with love and courage. Amelia had always been fascinated by the ancient tales of werewolves and witches that her grandmother used to tell her. The stories spoke of curses, love, and heroism, but they seemed like mere folklore. As she grew older, the tales began to haunt her dreams, leaving her with an inexplicable yearning for something more. That yearning led her to venture into the dark, dense forest where the legends said the witch's lair resided. As Amelia wandered deeper into the woods, she stumbled upon a young man lying unconscious by a stream. His eyes were filled with pain and sorrow, his body covered in fur. She recognized him instantly as Lucius, the cursed werewolf from her grandmother's stories. With tender care, Amelia tended to his wounds, and when he awoke, their eyes met, sparking an instant connection between them. "Who are you?" Lucius whispered, his voice hoarse and weak. "I am Amelia," she replied softly. "I've been searching for you. I want to help break the curse that has turned you into a werewolf." Lucius looked at her with disbelief, but as he noticed the sincerity in her eyes, he decided to trust her. Together, they embarked on a dangerous journey through the forest, seeking out the witch's lair. Along the way, they faced many challenges, from treacherous terrain to hostile creatures of the night. But Amelia's unwavering courage and Lucius' newfound strength, fueled by their shared determination, saw them through it all. Upon reaching the witch's lair, they found her casting a spell, her cackling echoing through the darkness. Amelia stepped forward, her heart pure and untainted by fear or malice. The witch gazed into her eyes and realized that Amelia's love could break Lucius' curse. With a wave of her hand, the witch cast the spell, and Lucius transformed back into his human form. Amelia and Lucius returned to the village as heroes. Their love for each other had grown stronger through their trials, and they vowed to protect and fight for those in need, facing whatever uncertain fates came their way side by side. And so began their tale of love, courage, and adventure, a story that would be passed down through generations, weaving itself into the fabric of the village's folklore. Amelia had always been fascinated by the legend of Lucius, the werewolf cursed by a witch's spell. His tragic tale captivated her imagination and left her with an inexplicable connection to him. One fateful day, she decided to venture into the forest where Lucius was said to roam, hoping to catch a glimpse of the enigmatic creature. As Amelia walked deeper into the woods, she could feel the air becoming thicker and colder, as if something was watching her every move. Suddenly, a pair of piercing yellow eyes appeared in front of her, followed by the tall figure of Lucius himself. Terror gripped her heart, but something else within her also stirred with anticipation. Lucius looked at Amelia with curiosity and wariness, unsure of how to react to this unexpected visitor. Amelia, however, knew that she had found the man she was destined to love. She approached him slowly, speaking softly to reassure him. "I know who you are, Lucius," she whispered. "I've read about your curse and I want to help you." Lucius' eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't back away. Instead, he cautiously approached Amelia, his growls replaced by gentle whimpers. They decided to team up and find the witch who had cast the spell on Lucius. With determination in their hearts, they set out on a perilous journey to confront her. After days of traveling, they finally reached the witch's lair. As they stepped inside, the air grew even colder, and the walls seemed to close in on them. Amelia's pure heart radiated warmth, breaking the curse that held Lucius captive. The witch's eyes widened in horror as she realized her spell had been undone by a mortal's love. With the curse lifted, Lucius transformed back into his human form. Together, they left the lair and returned to the village as heroes. Their love had grown stronger through their shared experiences, and they vowed to protect and fight for those in need, facing uncertain fates side by side. Amelia stood in the moonlit forest, her heart pounding with anticipation. She had heard the tale of Lucius, the werewolf cursed by a witch's spell, and felt an unexplainable connection to his story. As she ventured deeper into the woods, the air grew colder, and shadows danced in the corners of her eyes. Suddenly, Amelia stumbled upon a figure lying on the ground, its breath shallow and labored. To her surprise, it was Lucius, transformed by the full moon's light. Her heart swelled with compassion as she gently touched his face. "Who... who are you?" Lucius asked, his voice hoarse and strained. "I am Amelia," she replied softly. "I've heard your story, and I want to help you." Together, they embarked on a treacherous journey to the witch's lair, their steps guided by the faint light of the moon. The forest seemed to come alive around them, as if sensing their purpose and urging them forward. At last, they arrived at the entrance to the witch's home, its dark windows casting sinister shadows. Amelia felt a surge of courage, her heart filled with determination. "I will break the curse," she declared, her voice steady and resolute. "With my pure heart, I can undo what the witch has done." As they confronted the witch, her eyes widened in surprise, sensing Amelia's unyielding resolve. The witch's spell shattered, Lucius returned to his human form, and their love blossomed like the first flowers of spring. Returning as heroes to the village, their bond grew stronger. Hand in hand, they pledged to protect and fight for those in need, knowing that their journey was only beginning and uncertain fates awaited them side by side. Amelia, an adventurous young woman with a heart full of courage and curiosity, often heard tales of the mystical creatures that inhabited the dense forest nearby. One day, she couldn't resist her fascination any longer and ventured into the woods. As she walked deeper, she stumbled upon a figure lying on the ground, his body contorted in pain. To her surprise, it was a man with piercing golden eyes, whose fur rippled like a wolf's but whose face held a human expression of agony. "Who...what are you?" Amelia whispered, taking a step closer. Lucius, the werewolf, looked at her with a mix of fear and hope. "I am Lucius, cursed by a witch's spell. I am trapped between two worlds - human and beast." He bared his teeth in a pained smile. Amelia felt an unexplainable connection to Lucius and decided to help him break the curse. Together, they embarked on a treacherous journey through the forest, guided by the whispers of ancient wisdom. They discovered the witch's lair hidden within the heart of the woods, its entrance shrouded in darkness and magic. As they approached, Amelia felt her heart pounding with anticipation and fear. She knew that Lucius' pure heart could break the curse. Stepping forward, she faced the witch with unwavering resolve, her love for Lucius driving her courage. The witch, taken aback by their determination, released Lucius from his torment. Amelia and Lucius returned as heroes to their village, their love growing stronger with each passing day. They pledged to protect those in need, facing uncertain fates side by side. Their love story echoed through the forest, a testament to the power of compassion and bravery.

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Buppy's Sims Lore: Straud IV

Lore for my rendition of the Straud IV family--Vladislaus Straud and his partner Maryam :D ~ 1.7k words, barely revised

Vlad observed the silent “town”, gazed upon the expansive graveyard on the large hill in his manor. The manor was built by those who resided eternally on this hill. Some, though, still walk on this plane eternally as he does. He doesn’t know how long it has been since he left on his pilgrimage, a young man, freshly 21, who swore he would find the new world. He doesn’t remember how long it has been since he was attacked by a creature he could not recognize, something that looked so human but clearly was not. He doesn’t remember how long it has been since he became that same beast, tearing apart those who came with him, cutting their dreams short. He knows it had been a while, but he has not aged with the world around him, and he hasn’t kept track in a long time.

He has stayed, growing crueler and angrier with time. His brows set deep in their furrow, his frown seeming to grow with each day’s pass. He gazes over Midnight Hollow from his manor. A tiny place, still growing as his offspring—creatures of the night he himself produced—continued to create others and build their own spaces. He silently observed from his space above the others, watching them create, his attention was caught by tiny figures making their way to his manor.

His eyes are wide, shining with recognition. He would never forget those robes, the white and gold easily stood out in the seemingly eternal darkness of Midnight Hollow.

A priestess, no, a saint. Vladislaus was well acquainted with her. The lips he had kissed on many an evening in his village of origin, a nineteen-year-old then. A miracle worker who was given the statuses of saint and priestess quickly in their home. His gaze softens as he remembers their rendezvous on late evenings—she was a woman of God; he couldn’t possibly be seen causing her stumble in the light of the day. He recalls their late-night picnics, and nights alone in her quarters, making the most of the few hours they could have together, before he must scramble back to his home, as to not ruin her position.

He sighs, in the evening he left, he told her if he never wrote, he was probably dead. He’s always been frail, but he knows him dying was the point. The nun next to her now didn’t want him ruining her. Oh, how he hated that woman for doing so, for causing his beloved to weep that night.

But his beloved hadn’t changed. Perhaps a little older, but her face was still so soft; he was grateful his state now came with enhanced vision for this moment to see her. He figured something so beloved by God himself would always look young, he was right it seems. Her eyes were still large, full of love for everything the world had, though underneath were dark bags. He wonders how long she had been searching. She was so beautiful, a foil to the foul nun besides her. While his beloved Maryam still seemed so soft, her pale companion was very obviously aged, Straud observed. Her frown seemed deeper than when he saw her last, her brows set in a furrow deeper than even his. He could tell she was complaining, insisting the woman beside her let things go. But he knows what she is searching for: closure. And he knows she will not give up.

He wished he could have written her, but he felt too much shame. He did not want to know what she would think of him now. He didn’t want to see her fear, or her disgust, at the monster he had become. But it seemed he could not continue to avoid her, no matter how much he longed to do so forever. But he did feel immense guilt knowing she probably spent this entire time searching for him, probably hoping to formally lay him to rest back at home, in their graveyard, or perhaps stay with him forever if he wasn’t dead. Or learn he had found another woman and started a family. Anything, absolutely anything, so she can finally forget him. At least that’s what he assumes.

He cringed when they made it up the long, winding path to his manor door. He could smell their blood from the office he watched from. Holy people have such an overpowering scent. She smelled so sweet.

Vladislaus Straud has never seemed to fear anybody, but he did seem to fear her. He didn’t want his servants to answer the door, he was hoping she was just leave, assuming the slowly constructed manor to be long abandoned. But it seemed she had better sense. She could see people skittering inside, he mentally cursed the servants for lacking any understanding of stealth. He could see her leaning, presumably looking in through the stained glass.

He sighed, mentally kicking himself when a hiss passed from his lips involuntarily. He couldn’t hide for long, he figured he could get his servants, vampiric offspring, to go upstairs and be silent. Hoping that would satiate her, so he didn’t have to approach in a corporeal form, so he wouldn’t have to see her beautiful face twist with fear or worse, disgust.

He used a form he preferred for travel, a cloud of mist, he opened the door a small amount, this form isn’t very strong. He regretted it immediately, when the wind whipped the insatiable scent of holy blood to his nose. He couldn’t stop himself once they walked in.

He didn’t feel much remorse when he sank his fangs into the nun, he hated her deeply. She hated him just as much. She would take his Saint away, murmuring for his beloved to not,” occupy herself with such an unholy man”, as he would,” lead her astray”, Whatever that meant, anyway. He drained the accursed nun, ignoring the violent scratching and burn of a tiny vial of holy water she attempted to fling into his eyes. He assumed she died then, when she went limp, even paler than before. He didn’t care too much, he was occupied by the Priestess.

A part of him screamed to stop, trying desperately to pull the reigns back when his teeth sunk into her soft flesh. Despite his frenzied state, his vicious devouring of her blood, he still took note of the way her face twisted into a look he had never seen. It seemed foreign to her: absolute horror and disgust. Despite being lost to his primal urge to feast, something in him responded to it, he felt a tear begin to gather in his eye. He didn’t know he could still weep.

Even now, she gave the love only a saint could give. She choked, yet still gently pet him, weakly embraced him in a way that softly cooed, “I’ve missed you”, despite her slowly loosing strength, at least it did in his muddled mind.

He came to in that embrace. He felt a deep panic grip his soul, he knew what he had to do. He couldn’t possibly live if she, somebody more deserving of life, died that day. The servants watched as he frantically lifted her smaller form, a feat considering his need for a cane more often than not despite being such a powerful vampire and rushed her to the crypt.

He raced through the hall, placing her in his ornate coffin. He immediately demanded somebody make one for her, even more ornate than his own. The servants immediately got to it, nobody wanted to invoke his wrath.

He didn’t leave her the entire time. He hoped his attempt to turn her worked. He had the servants bury the nun that accompanied her. No coffin, merely toss her into the dirt, “If she rises again, hopefully she suffocates.”, he added when the servants questioned. He was too occupied with his lover to provide anymore words after.

He isn’t seen for a days, servants only know he is alive by the haunting melody of the organ ringing out from the crypt. He wouldn’t leave, he would have feasts brough to him, so he wouldn’t have to leave her. He worried she’d never return.

He sat silently, they had moved her to the coffin he had made for her. He was beginning to believe he had cut her life short, taken away her dreams as he had many others. He stared at his organ, at the stone bricks of the crypt. He counted the cracks, the webs, the ornate detailing of his cane. He was resigned to rotting there, with her, refusing to eat, refusing to rest, he was prepared to go out into the burning sun, to disappear and go straight to hell; he knows even in death he wouldn’t see such a pure woman again. But it would be retribution for him taking her from this plane.

He stood when he heard the coffin creak, he nearly fell whipping around. He heard a hiss, she slowly slid out from the coffin. Her once pristine robes had a deep stain of blood from where he bit before. Her eyes dark, searching. Even like this, she was beautiful to him. Her fangs bared, she staggered, searching for food. He immediately called for blood.

He felt it was an insult to give her pig’s blood, but he didn’t wish to make her drain anybody. He knew if she was conscious of her actions, she wouldn’t want to do such a thing. He’s sure if she knew what she drank now, she’d be distressed.

When she finally comes to her senses, he is holding her. He sighs when she returns his embrace, hearing her whisper how she thought he died, responding every time with a soft, “I know, I’m sorry.” It seemed she couldn’t remember what happened, or maybe she did, she was just choosing to ignore it for now, or pretending so she can get away later. He didn’t care, she’s here. He still apologized, she still quietly accepted. He insisted her companion ran away. She seemed to believe it. He couldn’t care less now.

“This isn’t a large place. It is what I found for us.”, he said softly, gripping her tight, “It can be made better with you here. We can be together here now.”, he added, hoping she can ignore the bell ringing in the graveyard.