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Duke remembers the day he met her like it was yesterday.

Well—to be fair—it wasn’t just because of her. He remembers the day he joined the Wayne household vividly for many reasons. It was quite a memorable event as it was.

He was nervous—how could he not be? He was about to join Batman’s team. Train under him. It wasn’t nothing. And on top of that, he had to keep up with all the others—people who already knew the rules, who had long since learned what to expect.

They were nice, sure. Welcomed him in with open arms, polite words, even smiles. But they were still strangers. Acquaintances at best.

And he wasn’t ready to call them family yet. Not with the memory of his parents’ "deaths" still fresh.

One day, while exploring the other wing of the manor—the one where Alfred slept, opposite to the main training side—he wandered down a hallway he hadn’t been to before. It was a part of the house he had avoided so far since all the training and important stuff happened in the other section. Besides, no one told him to go there nor mentioned the place, so it was to assume there was no reason to go. In the end, curiosity got the better of him.

He found himself regretting it quickly enough—wandering aimlessly, unfamiliar with the halls, and once again ending up walking in circles. This particular wing felt like something straight out of a horror movie: dim, too quiet, and just eerie enough to make him wonder if something else was lurking in the shadows.

He was about to give up entirely, until—

"Can I help you?"

He jumped so hard he nearly tripped over his own feet.

Standing in the doorway of a room he hadn’t noticed before was a girl he’d never seen. Arms crossed, leaning casually against the frame, head tilted with barely concealed amusement—red headphones hanging around her neck.

He hadn’t even heard her approach. Where did she come from?

"Who the hell are you?"

She snorted, soft but sharp.

"Hasn't my beloved family told you about me?" she asked, voice dripping with dry sarcasm. Then came another snort. "I'm (Name). And I already know who you are."

"Wait—you do?"

"Of course. You're the new addition to the family, Bruce's latest stray. Duke Thomas. Alfred told us about you."

"Ah," he wasn't sure how to respond. "How come I haven't seen you around before?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

"Well," she said, with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. There was an odd edge in her voice. "I run on a different schedule than the rest of you."

Something in her tone made him pause. Like he was missing something, but couldn’t tell what.

She shifted her posture, never taking her eyes off him.

He didn’t know what he was supposed to say. Her tone wasn’t rude exactly, but it was... curt. Like she was waiting for him to leave.

And then:

"So, want me to show the way around this place? You clearly need it." she chuckled.

"What?"

"C'mon, follow me."

She motioned for him to move. For a moment, he just stared, confused.

"Why should I? Where are you taking me?"

She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and to his chagrin, he was intrigued.

"You want to get out of here or not?"

He had more than enough reasons not to trust her. He didn’t know her. He hadn’t heard of her. For all he knew, she could’ve been an intruder.

But in the end… he followed her anyway.

She stopped in front of a large painting, pressing her fingers beneath the frame until a faint click echoes in the hallway. Duke’s jaw dropped as the painting swings open, revealing a hidden passageway behind it.

Duke could only mouth in shock as the painting opened up, showing a hidden passageway right behind it.

"What...how...What is this?"

She glanced at him, clearly amused by his reaction.

"It’s a shortcut. It leads straight to the library. If you need to go there, use this instead of getting lost wandering around."

Duke kept staring in shock.

"There are secret passageways in the manor?"

She chuckled again.

"Of course there are. This place is ancient. The staff used to rely on these passageways to do their jobs." she set a foot inside it. "I don’t use it much, so we might run into some rats. Don't worry, they're harmless...as long as you don't touch them."

He looked at her, then at the spot, then back at her.

"You're a weirdo, you know that?"

She smiled, an amused glint in her eyes.

"Thank you."

A rush of cold air sweept over him, but the girl stepped completely inside without hesitation. She glanced back at him, extending her hand as an invitation.

"Well?" She lifted her chin, her tone light but challenging. "Are you coming?"

A challenge. He saw it in her eyes, daring him. He grinned, unable to resist. Whover she was, he’s never known how to back down from a challenge.

He took her hand—a gesture that surprised her, even though she was the one who offered it.

"Lead the way, weirdo"

The space was just wide enough for them to walk side by side. The cool, damp air smelled faintly of dust and stone, and the occasional faint screech of rats echoed through the narrow hall. And yet, despite the gloomy environment, their conversation flowed easily, like they’ve known each other for years. They talked about school, hobbies, and Gotham City in general.

He found out she was Bruce’s daughter—that she lived in that far wing with her mother and two younger siblings, separated from the rest. The revelation shocked him. No one had mentioned them before. At least, not that he recalled.

But when he tried to ask more, he noticed how her body stiffened, the way her gaze hardened just slightly whenever her father—or any of them—came up. So, he didn’t push. And in return, she didn’t ask about his family either. An unspoken agreement between them they were both quietly relieved by.

Duke wasn’t ready to talk about his parents yet—not with the wound still raw—and it was clear she didn’t want to unpack her own family drama.

Despite the odd circumstances, he found himself enjoying her company. Her witty remarks. The way her eyes lit up when she made a joke that landed. That rare, almost shy smile she tried to hide when he actually managed to make her laugh.

They kept crossing paths in the following days. At the entrance—him returning from patrol, her heading out to practice at the ice-rink. At first, she was still guarded. Polite, but distant. Keeping a calculated space between them. It didn’t sit right with him. Especially when he started noticing the pattern.

The others hung out together, trained together, ate together. But her? She was always alone. Never part of their plans. That didn’t sit right either.

Eventually, things between them finally shifted, when he showed up unannounced at one of her rehearsals at the ice-rink, shortly after his patrol. She didn’t say anything at first, but she looked at him in a way he would never forget. Afterward, he invited her out—to a little café down the block, then to the arcade across the street.

And when he took her back to the manor, she hugged him before entering.

From that day on, they only grew closer. Day by day, Duke got to know her better. She wasn’t the uncaring, spoiled rich girl she sometimes pretended to be. She was smart, funny, and had a will made of pure iron.

There was no other way to describe it. He watched her move through life on a schedule packed so tightly with activities and responsibilities it made him dizzy just looking at it. And yet, she handled it all like it was second nature—barely breaking a sweat.

And somehow, she still found time to do house chores and take care of her real family—her mom and the twins. And God knows those last two didn’t make it easy sometimes.

The more he saw her, the more he realized: she’s just made different. She didn’t flaunt it, didn’t acknowledge it, but she was strong. So damn strong. Stronger—and far more capable—than anyone gave her credit for. And Duke? He admired her for it. Respected her like crazy.

She became his best friend in the manor. His confidant. The one person who made him feel normal again—away from the missions and the chaos and the pressure of being part of the Bat legacy.

Because she wasn’t like them. Not a vigilante. Not a hero. Not someone who spent her nights bleeding for a cause that would never end. No, she was a breeze of normalcy. Of peace. And that's what made her so good.

Just a normal girl living a normal life, minding her bussiness and staying out of trouble, of Gotham’s worst. Someone they didn't have to fret over for fear she got killed during a mission or anything.

Which is exactly why what he’s seeing right now doesn’t make any goddamn sense. Because the girl knows—the one with the level-headed nature and quiet smile—shouldn’t be lying motionless across the crushed hood of an abandoned car.

Not like this.

Not in a dark alley, blood soaking through her clothes, smoke still rising from her skin. Not with traces of a bomb all over her body.

He had a bad feeling when she didn't hear from her since leaving the house. Usually, she texted her about fifteen minutes before his patrol ended, to let him know if she was finishing already or would take a bit longer. He insisted on doing this so he could get ready to pick her up on time.

She’d rolled her eyes the first time he suggested it, said it was dumb—"I’m not a kid, Duke."—but he didn’t budge, claiming she wanted to pick her up personally. And that's how they normally do it since they started this silly tradition.

But this time, she didn't text him anything. No message. No call. No anything.

Worse—her profile stated last time she had been online was early that morning. Before she left the house. And he knew for a fact that she was always online. Always checking messages, posting, organizing notes, updating playlists, switching between apps like her brain ran in high-speed tabs.

The bad feeling intensified.

Then he tried to call her, but she didn't pick up. By his fourth attempt with only her voicemail answering, panic really started to settle in. Because he knew her, and knew that wasn't normal. She always picked his calls. Even during kidnappings—yes, plural, because that's how Gotham is—she always managed to pick up. Or at least, a text telling him she was fine and to give her a few more minutes to get out.

But nothing. There was nothing on her end. And Duke felt it in his bones: something was really, really wrong.

And just when he was about to rush to the ice rink to check for himself—maybe her phone had just died (unlikely, but not impossible)—his comm buzzed with a call for help. An explosion in a warehouse, too close to the Gotham City General Hospital. It was urgent, with injured hostages involved, and all hands were needed inmediately.

He froze.

Because like a switch flipping in his brain, he remembered her commenting in passing that she wanted to meet an old friend this week. Said they had a lot to talk about—something very important that couldn't wait. And the location she mentioned?

Around the same damn zone the explosion had been reported.

He stopped breathing for a few seconds. Stood in place, still like a statue, with the buzz of his comms as background noise. He threw a glance at the mountain of smoke already visible in the horizon. Then pulled out his phone and checked her profile again. Still offline. He glanced at the smoke again.

No. No, there had to be another explanation. There had to be. He just needed to rule his worst suspicions out. To make sure.

But now—staring down at the bloodied, sickly pale body of his best friend lying crumpled on the hood of a mangled car—he feels his knees threatening to give up. It looks way too real to be anything else. There's not another explanation. This is real.

He can't tear his eyes off her. He knows he should move—run to her, check her pulse, shake her, something—but his body won’t listen. It's like an invisible force has wrapped around him, forcing him to stay there. Rooted to the concrete, rigid and useless, as the world starts to fade around the edges. Sounds grow muffled. The air turns thick. And for a moment, it’s like he’s back there again.

The same helpless horror. The same brutal realization. The same crushing guilt.

But somehow, this is worse. Because his parents—damaged, scarred, forever changed as they are—they're still alive. They move. They speak. He can see signs of life in them. There's hope.

But she's not moving. Not even a twitch.

He's pretty sure her chest hasn't moved since he found her, so she's not even breathing.

Oh fuck. She's not breathing.

That’s what does it. That terrifying realisation rips through the fog and finally pulls himout of the gutter. He bolts forward, heart hammering. And God. Up close, the sight is even worse. So much worse.

Glass shards stabbed into her arms and face like cruel decorations. Her clothes soaked in blood—dark, sticky, and far too much of it.

"C'mon, weirdo, don't do this. Open your eyes. Please, just open them. Say something. Anything." Silence. Not a slight reaction. "No. No no, don't do this to me. Not you. Fuck's sake, why didn't you call me earlier? Why didn't you—?" He chokes on his words, a familiar and undesired warmth stinging his eyes already.

He holds her face, repressing a shiver when he feels her skin cold. His fingers trace for a pulse, and when he finds it—weak, thready, barely there—he nearly sobs in relief. She's not gone yet. He's not loosing anyone today...as long as she carries her to the hospital fast enough.

But his eyes zoom on the blood sticking to his hands and the hope crumbles again. Her words echo in his head, from a conversation he’ll never forget—

"It won’t do anything to you because you’re a meta... but if someone else comes in contact with it, well—"

His stomach twists.

Fuck.

His head pounds with a thousand calculations. He can save her. He has to. But if he takes her in without warning—without explaining—someone would touch her blood. It would drop somewhere it shouldn't.

And if that happens...holy shit.

He’ll have to explain—convince the staff not to touch her, not even brush against her without thick gloves and proper shielding. He’ll have to fight to make them listen. To make them understand without giving too much away.

But every second she lays here, still and unresponsive, the closer he is to losing her. He has to think fast.

"Thomas? What the fuck is going on?"

That gruff voice. He turns over his shoulder and there he is—Red Hood.

She has a better chance now. He just has to fight himself to explain the situation to him without breaking down and also quick enough to take her away.

But as soon as Duke fully turns and Jason catches sight of the body behind him, he goes rigid (he could've swear he heard the man make a choked sound under his helmet)—

And drops his guns.

They hit the ground with a weight that echoes far too loud in the silence. Even the pigeons stop making noise.

"Jason—"

"What. Is. That?"

It's like the whole city is holding its breath.

The words come out slow. Flat. And...trembling.

Duke stares, shocked.

He’s never heard Jason talk like that before. Not quiet. Not cautious. Not shaken.

Not like that.

Before he can say anything, Jason starts walking towards her. With heavy stomps at first—deliberate. But halfway there, he stops. Frozen in place for a minute. Then begins to move slower, like he doesn’t know how to approach her. The closer he gets, the more he sees, and it punches him.

He stops beside her, standing completely still as he stares down at her form. He raises a painstakingly slow hand towards his helmet and takes it off, gripping it with both hands. He doesn't blink. His face is neutral—cold—but his eyes? They look haunted.

"Duke," he says quietly. "What the fuck is this?"

"I don't know. I came because of the explosion and I just... found her like this. We were supposed to meet today, but she didn’t call or text me and I—I had a bad feeling and—"

"So, she's been disappeared the whole day, and you didn't think to inform anyone."

The words slam into him like a whip. Jason’s voice—low, simmering—carries that edge. That sharp, dangerous threat beneath the surface.

It only pisses him off.

"Look, I don't have time to explain it to you." he snaps. "I don't even know what happened. But if you haven't noticed, she's not fucking breathing—and if we don’t move now—"

He can't even finish. Everything in him recoils at the mere thought. No, he refuses. He won't let that happen. He won't.

Jason visibly flinches at his words. Of course, he doesn't need to hear the rest of the sentence either. He knows. His eyes haven't moved from her yet, taking in every detail. Every gash, every shard of glass, every drop of blood, desperately trying to make sense of the situation, of what he's seeing, but he can't.

His hand trembles slightly as he reaches out—brushing a strand of sticky hair from her face. His fingers linger, still as stone. His mind running through hundreds of possible explanations, and scenarios, and anything that could give him some sort of hint about whatever happened.

"What was she doing here?" he mutters.

"I don't know, and frankly, I don't give a shit now. We have to take her to the hospital."

Jason doesn't move.

"I'll do it. You stay and take care of the situation."

"Like hell I will." he replies coldly. "She's my sister, I'll do it. You stay here and deal with the shitshow instead."

That gets him.

Jason finally turns to face him, raw, blazing fury twisting his face.

"She's my sister too."

Duke doesn’t bother suppressing the scoff that escapes him.

"Oh, really? Is she now? Funny, because you've done a pretty shitty job at showing it."

Jason’s head jerks toward him.

"Excuse me?" oh, he's mad now. Too bad he doesn't care.

"Spare me, Hood." he spits. "You don't get to play the big brother card now. Not when this is the first time that I see you actually giving a damn—and it's when she's about to die. Fuck off."

Jason growls, his whole body tensing towards Duke. Fists clenched, as if he's ready to fight.

"You don't know shit about this, kid. Don't talk about stuff you don't understand."

But while he speaks, Duke's already moving. He lifts her into his arms as carefully as he can, securing her against his chest like she’s the most fragile thing in the world.

She feels too light. Too cold.

"What I understand," he grits out, adjusting her weight. "is that this family has a fucked-up way of showing their affection. And if any of us should carry her to the hospital is me."

He doesn’t wait for Jason’s reply. He's gone before he can even touch him.

Duke knows this converstation isn't over. Hell, he’s probably going to get chewed out—or decked—for this later.

But right now, there's only one thing in mind:

Save his sister.

"Oracle here. What's the situation, Red Hood?"

"I'm heading to the hospital."

"What? Why? What happened? Signal didn't tell me anything."

"He found someone and took her to receive urgent medical care."

"Her? Wait, what do you mean? Signal wouldn't leave the place like that. There's still people evacuating. Who's her?"

".........."

"...Jason, who did he found?"

"....Call B. Tell him his daughter is in the hospital."

"What? But Cass is nowhere near the zone. What are you—"?

"His other daughter, Barbara."

".........you're kidding"

"We found her bleeding out and mangled all over a crushed car in an alley, right behind the warehouse. She was—she wasn't breathing, Barbara."

"Good God. But—I don't understand, what was she doing there? How come we didn't hear about it."

"Maybe she was one of the hostages. Who knows how long she's been trapped there. Duke said she has been gone the whole morning."

"But...if she was kidnapped, we would've known, right?"

"....No. We wouldn't."

"Jason—"

"I'm leaving. Tell the others to handle it. Red Hood out."

The comms go silent.

As soon as he arrives to the clinic he doesn't waste time.

Gotham City General was closer—and technically, the more “reasonable” choice, but given the circumstances, he has to make sure those who treat her are people he can trust.

He glances down. Her blood coats his arms and chestplate, and the pressure in his throat tightens until he struggles to breathe.

Time's running out.

At any other hospital, he’d lose precious minutes trying to convince the staff not to touch her blood. He’d have to explain without explaining, dodge questions, navigate protocol. And she would die before getting the help she needed.

No—there's only one place he trusts to handle this.

Thompkins Clinic.

Dr. Leslie is already moving when he bursts through the doors, her staff following close behind, but pauses when she sees the girl in his arms.

"She needs urgent medical care," he says quickly, voice shaking. "I don't know how long she was bleeding before I found her, but she stopped breathing, and I know she must've broken something. Please—"

The woman cut him off with a raised hand.

"I can see it, boy. Don't worry, leave it to me."

She turns, motioning to her staff—

But Duke takes a step back, shifting his weight protectively.

"Wait—before you do anything, there's something you have to know."

They all pause.

"Her blood...is dangerous. I can't explain it, but if your skin touches it, it'll hurt you."

Shock flashes across the faces of the medics. A couple of them glance nervously at the blood still fresh on his gear.

Dr. Leslie squints at the girl’s body.

"You mean her blood is toxic?"

"Just—" he swallows hard. "Make sure you clean her first. And wear protection."

The woman stares at her, then at him. And lets out a deep sigh.

"Honestly, this isn't the weirdest thing I've had to deal with. Okay then, avoid contact with her blood. Noted. Now hand her over."

But he doesn't move. Doesn't let the doctors do it.

Instead, he lays her down on the stretcher himself, as carefully as he can. Like she'll shatter if he’s not.

She still doesn't stir.

He has to force himself to tear his eyes apart from her and turns to Leslie, who’s already barking instructions.

"Alright. Prepare the surgery room. I’m betting on internal damage. Full scan. Strap her in and put her on oxygen—we need to restart her breathing immediately."

She looks at Duke again.

"Have her parents been notified of this?"

"Well—"

"Yes, I have been."

A sudden voice speaks from behind them.

Duke spins around—

And breathes out sharply.

"Mrs Wayne?"

Another figure appears, stopping beside her.

"Batman?"

a/n: I'm sorry if it feels short. I'm still figuring out the pace. The chapters will be longer in the future. If you like this story, show your support by commenting and rebbloging. It'll be very appreciated💕

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*ੈ✩‧₊ Thinking about how similar Red Hood is to Little Red Riding Hood, not just in name but also in practice. At their core, they are both things, red things, that survive. Reborn from the lugubre maws of death, forced to live another day, carrying baskets weaved of anguish and instability.

*ੈ✩‧₊ Jason keeps the old picture book tucked in his jacket pocket. He can't quite remember where he found the fickle thing. Can't remember why he chose such an evanescent tale to cling to.

*ੈ✩‧₊ Or maybe he does, maybe he knows exactly why he runs his fingers over his inside pocket after every fight, just to make sure the eccentric fable is still in place. Maybe it's because he understands Red Riding Hood. Knows what she's been through, what it feels like to have your innocence stripped like skin being torn from bones. To be killed and revived all in the same breath. Maybe it's because he wants to know what happens next. What happens when Little Red learns to breathe again? He wants to ask her, beg her to tell him. To be the solution to all his problems.

*ੈ✩‧₊ "How do you swallow the trauma? What do you do with the phantom pain of your heart's reanimation? How do you make the darkness go away? Did you come back the same?

*ੈ✩‧₊ There is only one thing that makes them differ. One fundamental little thing...

*ੈ✩‧₊ Jason doesn't mind the wolf. Pretty pup prowling about. He blames it on his upbringing. He'd been taught to fall in love with such wicked things. From as early as he can remember he's watched bats chase cats across gargoyle-littered rooftops. Watched pretty girls throw themselves at bleached killers. That's why he's quick to be enarmed with the new villain terrorizing the Gotham streets. The girl in a wolf mask, planting bombs in jewelry stores and biting off her victim's ears.

*ੈ✩‧₊ There is nothing scary about the big bad wolf, Red Hood thinks, as he re-reads the page where the wolf and girl meet. Why fear pain when you've been to the end of the road? Why fear something when you're acquainted with its ending?

*ੈ✩‧₊ "Shouldn't wolves only come out when there's a full moon?" He swings in from the skyline, ironclad military boots lodging into your stomach pushing you back into a glass display case. "That's werewolves you idiot" you mumble out of breath, glass shards pocking at your spine. The ticking of your newest explosive rings melodically through the air. He's quick to cut the wires, to defuse your toy without a second thought. Professional you think bitterly as you pounce on his back looking for an opening of flesh to sink your teeth into.

*ੈ✩‧₊ The thing they don't tell you about dying is that you always come back wrong. Primordially, spiritually, the person who closes their eyes, is never the same one who opens them again.

But Red Riding Hood was lucky, her story ended before she realized that dreadful thing. Jason has to deal with it every day, the reverberating scars, the colorless world that fractures and breaks should he let his mind wander astray. The fact that his heart only ever truly beats when he sees the fluffy ears of your cowl and that damn bloodthirsty smirk.

*ੈ✩‧₊ Yandere!Jason Todd who's only brave enough to call it love after you stake a knife through his heart. The bulletproof vest and armor keep the damage away, but he can see the murderous intent shimmering in your eyes. It's only then that he pulls you down by the back of your neck. Lips to lips, a messy clash of anathema and apprehension. Your teeth gnaw at his lips while his tongue composes ballads on the roof of your mouth.

*ੈ✩‧₊ He wonders if Little Red ever went back for the wolf. If she ever dares kiss him with all the pain and anguish she has left in her body. Nicking her tongue on his razor-sharp teeth. Guiding his claws to ghost over her frail body. He wonders if the wolf can even hurt her. There's so little left that can hurt you when you've already felt the end.

*ੈ✩‧₊ He knows you stalk him, follow him even during the day. Sometimes he pulls you into the back alleyway. Knife at your throat as he soaks up your ethereal face. Mask on, mask off. In the end, you'd have found out anyway. His hands squeeze at your hips, needing the flesh, leaving his essence over your body. His lips danced over the back of your neck, biting tenderly at the apex of your shoulder.

*ੈ✩‧₊ You seem to like it when his knife cuts deep. When his punches crack bone. When his boots crush you into the pavement. You throw your head back and laugh, witty little threats spilling from your mouth. So this is love he thinks as your claws rake over his biceps ripping the muscle like ribbons, rummaging through the blood and tissue in search of bone. "Poor little puppy" he mocks "looking for a bone to chew on". "Shut up you tomato-looking freak" you scream as his teeth sink into your jaw, crunching of bone.

*ੈ✩‧₊ He thinks you look gorgeous when you're irritated, he thinks you're beautiful when your bloodthirst seeps through the anger. He bites back a moan as your knee nests into his gut.

*ੈ✩‧₊ Did Little Red ever talk to her mother again? Or did she hold a grudge, haunted by her betrayal of sending her into the woods unarmed, heartbroken that she never came looking for her? Jason's thoughts pound inside his head, picture-book illustrations flash before him of Little Red pushing her mother away, of tears streaming down her face, screaming, screaming, screaming. He hisses as his lacerations burn. Hand suspended, pushing down the urge to knock on his father's door. Bruce would know what to do...he always knows what to do. It's such a childish notion, he clings to. Even now, even after he was killed and left un-avenged Jason still wholeheartedly believes in the notion that Daddy will fix everything...He's halfway to the entrance gate when Bruce alls after him, cadence thick with grief and ache. Jason doesn't turn back, he runs and runs and runs.

*ੈ✩‧₊ Yandere!Jason who crashes through your apartment window. Pushes you back onto the bed and lies next to you as you squirm and scream. He wraps his arms protectively around your waist and nuzzles into the crux of your neck. Mumbling Little Red Riding Hood's tale until you fall asleep. "How did You know I love the story?" you ask, the next morning to the empty half of your bed. Last night's tremulous dread still laying heavy on your corpse.

*ੈ✩‧₊ Yandere!Jason who lays on his window seal, watching as the sun pokes through Granny Red's face. It's funny isn't it, in such a twisted way didn't he also die in his grandfather's house? Only to be reborn while he watched? Didn't the same thing happen to Little Red?

*ੈ✩‧₊ That night Jason dream he's was walking through the grass, headed for the forest behind Wayne manner. He's trapped inside his jejune body, the body of a boy wonder. Clutching a basket with a crowbar inside as dread dances in his stomach. His old red cape taut around his neck, suffocating, skin-tight. He's forgotten how to breathe, puerile fear of those ghoulish old trees clawing at his body. Through the dimness, through lose rays that escape the moon's greed he's able to spot you. Weaving through the bushes and trees, stalking closer and closer. He doesn't know whether to meet you halfway or retreat. Frozen like a robin being pounced on by a sickly smiling cat. His eyes meet yours, right before you attack.

*ੈ✩‧₊ Yandere!Jason who misses you, when he doesn't catch you on patrol, of course, he misses you, it's hard not to miss a broken bone. Hard to feel the sting of your wounds and forget who put them there.

*ੈ✩‧₊ Yandere!Jason finally realizes that he just can't bear to be away from you. This love, this mania, it's all for you. He needs you. He's got you corned, the end of a chase. You smile, all teeth and games, "You're pretty when sulk" you whisper, tracing claws up his chest, digging into the space between each ridge. "Oh really? How can you tell when I got this helmet on?" You laugh, coy and flirtish "I just do" you shrug. Pulling his helmet up, lips ghosting over his in a mockery of a kiss. Jason pushes forward, entraping your lips against his. Lost in intimacy he's quick to grab you, to drag you back to his apartment, to lock the doors and throw away the key. To keep the big bad wolf where she belongs, right next to Little Red Riding Hood.

   

🎀I feel like every Batson deserves a villainess to fall in love with. Let's call this one WolfWoman. TBH I feel like I want to write more for her in the future.

[phoenixcatch7]

Dp x dc twin au where Danny and Damian were in fact conjoined/siamese twins, but the most dangerous type - one head, two bodies.

Their early removal from talia being because their shape would not have allowed for natural birth, they were written off but talia begged for the chance to send them off in the lazarus pit.

By some bizarre miracle, before she turned to leave, two small bodies bobbed to the surface - identical in every way, except for the eyes. The previous blue eyes now split in two, one left, one right, and the new eyes, pit created, a bright green.

She took her child, her two children, and together, they survived.

Being removed prematurely, their early years were tough, but soon they blossomed into promising heirs for the league. In sync with every step, the closest of brothers, the league was certain the old fairy tale of twins being telepathic had been granted by the pit that separated them, the remnants of being born as one mind, one brain, one skull.

But then Danny had to flee, and leave his other half behind. Stretched by distance for the first time, the bond grew thin and stretched, and Damian grieved his brother as dead. When he started being sent on public missions, he hid his distinctive heterochromia, choosing the green in memory of the pit that had given him and his brother life.

Danny, hiding his pit aura in the ocean's worth that was Amity park, took to blue, the colour that he and Damian were born with.

Damian moves to Gotham, and continues to mourn his brother as dead, right until one day when he is twelve, when he learns what the death of your other half truly feels like.

-

Their reunion is a thing of family legend. Violence runs hot in both bloodlines, ghosts are highly emotional and prone to fighting a the drop of a hat for bonding, playing, testing, every reason under the green sun. Their training and play often consisted of friendly spars, competitive spars, furious spars, venting spars. Both have been exposed to unhealthy amounts of ecto since before their birth.

There is a long, long minute of staring, before they rip themselves away and lunge at each other like wolves.

The bat family are horrified by their brutally efficient youngest suddenly barreling towards a clone (?) and trying to claw his throat open with his bare hands while openly sobbing.

It ends with them wrapped around each other crying into the others shoulder as their minds finally meet again and relax from the painful stretch for the first time in years.

But nobody else has any idea what to do.

[rahuratna]

Synopsis: You teach Astarion a spell that allows him to speak to animals ... and unleash chaos. From building a bat army, to coaching spiders on how to have sex, there's certainly never a dull moment when it comes to your beloved.

[Astarion x Tav/Reader]

Genres: Romance, humour, fluff, crack.

Warnings: Sexual humour.

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics

"I've got to hand it to you, darling. You make conversing with common beasts look ever so engaging."

You glanced over at Astarion and smiled. He had volunteered to accompany you on today's hunt, probably to stretch his legs and enjoy the thrill of the chase.

As nonchalant as he always seemed, you'd noticed that he'd donned a rakish hunting cap over his curls and exchanged his regular clothing for a leather armour ensemble. Let it never be said that Astarion didn't get into the spirit of things.

Dusting off your knees, you rose to your feet.

"It's ... not always as simple as casting a spell. Each species has its own unique behaviour, traits and dialects. You've got to have a fair understanding of what makes them tick. Offend a squirrel and it may lead you to an owlbear cave instead of buried treasure."

He groaned and clicked his tongue.

"Sounds like a lot of work, if you ask me. I've only ever learned the spells and cantrips that get me out of tough spots."

Considering those words, you watched the small starling you'd recruited flit away through the treetops, ready to begin scouting your path ahead after the promise of some delectable insects.

You turned back to Astarion.

"Now that I think about it, I have heard tales of vampires being able to command beasts."

His expression soured and he waved a hand dismissively.

"Oh, that's plain old domination. All the beasts of the soil and air, at your command. Ravening wolves, infected with bloodlust, ready to tear out your enemies' throats."

Pausing, he shot you a quick look before turning away.

"It's nothing like what you do. You actually ... speak to them. Understand them. You don't try to control them, or treat them with ... cruelty."

Without waiting for your reply, he strode forward through the trees, in the wake of the starling. Staring after him, you felt a telltale surge of tenderness in your chest, the kind that you'd been feeling increasingly often in his presence.

Brow furrowing slightly, you hurried after him.

When you did manage to catch up, his equanimity seemed to be restored. Astarion's moods, once you knew him well enough, were positively mercurial.

He slowed down and walked at your side, touch occasionally grazing your wrist. You opened your mouth to speak, then closed it again.

After a few more minutes, you felt his little finger curl briefly around yours, giving a small tug.

"What's got you in such a brown study?"

You turned to him, expression serious.

"Well, I was thinking ... would you like me to teach you the spell for speaking to animals?"

He stopped dead, blinking in surprise.

"Well ... I certainly wouldn't mind. But what's this in aid of? You and Halsin have far more mastery over the skill than I do."

"It doesn't have to be for a specific purpose. Just for you to see what it feels like. You can practice on your own after I teach you the rudiments. And maybe ... then we can speak to animals together?"

You watched him, taking in his reaction.

Astarion was an exceptionally handsome man, there was no denying it. Every facial expression and gesture was an extension of his deadly charm and effortless magnetism.

It was when he looked at you like this, however, gaze trusting and guileless, hesitant, a fleeting radiance in his smile, that your heart raced and you knew, with certainty, that you'd made the right call.

"Hm. I suppose ... I'd like that. Yes. Who knows what I could achieve with a skill like that?"

His tone was flippant, cheerful, but you saw the way his eyes slid away from you, the way the tips of his ears twitched. He looked almost ... bashful.

You placed a handle gently on his arm before resuming your tracking of the starling.

"Good. I think you'd be quite talented at it."

Considering Astarion's usual attitude to such matters, you're surprised by how seriously he takes the matter of learning the simple spell.

He appears one evening at your tent, when most of your other companions have turned in for the night. It had been a fairly relaxed day, one focused on receiving deliveries of goods at camp and making sure that stores of valuable items and potions were replenished.

Astarion seats himself before you, hands placed on his knees, scarlet eyes alert and trained on you.

"Well, darling, here I am, at your disposal. It's time to don the robe of spellmaster and educate little old me."

You grinned back at him.

"Please don't let Gale hear you call me spellmaster."

"Why? It might do him a world of good."

"Right before he comes at me with a certified board exam to prove my credentials. Now, raise your hands. Like this. Perfect. I'll teach you the basic incantation first, then we'll focus on channeling the Weave."

He is a remarkably quick study. His eyes never leave your hands, your lips, your eyes, your gestures as you take him through the process. It's hard not to feel somewhat flustered by such rapt attention. You don't fancy yourself the best teacher, but you do try, for his sake.

When you feel that he's mastered the basics, you clap your hands together and rise.

"Right! It's time to put your skills to the test."

He arches an eyebrow.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Cast the spell on yourself."

He complies, eyes closing briefly, the thrum of magical power matching yours as you also speak the words and feel the slow shift in your mind. Astarion flexes his fingers, nodding slowly.

"I think I've managed it. So, where do we take the lesson from here?"

Instead of replying, you whistle loudly. Astarion sits bolt upright as the eager patter of paws approaches your tent. Scratch noses his way in, tail wagging furiously as he spots both you and Astrion waiting for him.

"Friend! And Fang Friend! Both here! What are you doing? Do you have something for Scratch? Are you doing magic like wizards?"

You watch in silent fondness as Astarion's eyes grow wider and he leans toward Scratch as if he cannot believe what he hears. His voice is low, hesitant.

"Scratch? I can ... hear you speak now. This feels ... rather odd."

The white-furred head whips in Astarion's direction and Scratch's tail stills for a minute.

"Fang Friend? You can hear me?"

Clearing his throat, Astarion seems to regain some of his composure. He offers Scratch a charming, if superior smile.

"Of course. I've just learned the appropriate spell, thanks to my sweet dove here. So, this is your voice. It does seem ... nice, I suppose."

"Oh, Fang Friend!"

Without further ado, Scratch launches himself at Astarion who lets out a decidedly undignified squawk at his actions.

"Wait! Stop at once! What do you think you're ... why are you slobbering all over ... excuse me!"

"Fang Friend learned to speak, just for me! For Scratch! Oh, great day! Happy day! Fang Friend is the best!"

"I certainly did not learn the spell just for you, you mangy little - "

Astarion pauses, one hand braced on Scratch's probing snout, as your laughter fills the tent. The dog instantly switches his attention to you, pouncing on you in delight.

"Thank you for teaching Fang Friend!"

"It's always a pleasure, Scratch."

Cradling his soft flank against you, you scrub at his belly, causing him to roll over in blissful abandon. Glancing up, you see Astarion watching you with that rare warmth, the kind that kindles his eyes to the soft hue of a sunrise over the sleeping forest.

Of course, it isn't long before Astarion's new knowledge starts to be employed in ... unique and innovative ways. You'd expected it, naturally, but he still manages to surprise, vex and amuse you at every turn.

One one such morning, you turn your tent and its contents upside down searching for your missing boot. Brow creasing in consternation (because you just knew it had been beside your bedroll the night before) you step outside, scanning the ground.

And spot Scratch, standing a few paces away, your boot clasped in his teeth. You frown, puzzled. He's never done that before.

"Scratch? May I have my boot back?"

Instead of complying with his usual obedience, he trots off, pausing at the edge of the clearing to ensure that you follow him. When he is certain that you're on his trail, he darts off into the trees.

Muttering under your breath, you push your feet into the spare pair of sandals you own, wondering what on earth had gotten into the canine.

You catch glimpses of him up ahead on the forest path, and he runs off each time you get close, leading you to something.

Eventually, you hear the rush of water up ahead. It must be the small waterfall where you sometimes go to bathe for a touch more privacy. Stepping out of the foliage, you stop dead in your tracks at the sight which awaits you.

Scratch has paused before the edge of the water, tail wagging happily now that he'd completed his task of luring you out here. Under Astarion's direction of course. That much is obvious.

Lying shirtless and seductively posed on his elbows, the vampire in question regards you with a coy smile from his vantage point on a rock. His pale skin glistens with water, the rivulets running tantalizingly over sculpted pectorals and the ridges of his taut abdomen.

"Oh, look who it is, Scratch. Our darling who'd been far too busy yesterday evening to spend time with us. Isn't it lovely that they're here?"

You pinch the bridge of your nose.

"Really, Astarion?"

He sits up, the razor-tipped smile exhibiting no remorse whatsoever.

"Well, you're here now, aren't you? Climb up here. The view is quite splendid."

"We have important things to accomplish today, you know."

"And Shadowheart won't be awake for another half hour. We both know that. Now hush and get up here."

Reluctantly, you clamber up beside him, Scratch following you, your boot still clutched safely between his jaws. Astarion insistently pats the rock surface where he wants you to sit, and you do, your side pressed against his rather damp one.

In spite of his provocative pose, you know that he simply wants companionship, the sweet affection only you can grant him. That much had been established during your conversation in camp, that night after encountering the drow merchant.

He turns to you, nose inches from your cheek, taking you in. You laugh and flush slightly under his intense scrutiny.

"Stop staring."

"I can't."

His voice is low, rough-edged with sincere affection. You turn your head and your lips slot perfectly against his. He draws you in, one arm curled around your waist, kissing you tenderly, softly.

The moment is broken when a furry head butts in between your forms and Scratch drops your boot into your lap.

"Fang Friend said you'd be happy, and you are!"

You lean across and pinch Astarion's side.

"Fang Friend had better watch himself. Abusing the power I've given him already is a risky business."

Surprisingly, Astarion didn't seem to mind Scratch's intrusion. His fingers drift down behind the dog's ears absently, his gaze taking in the waterfall, the sun over the treetops, you.

You decided that the little distraction was worth it, when he looked like this, like an ordinary man enjoying the morning air, the wind tousling his unruly curls, the corners of his eyes and mouth upturned in relaxed amusement.

Speaking with animals certainly had its merits.

The next time he makes use of his newfound power, it's obvious that he's been practicing without your knowledge in order to surprise you.

A convoy of Absolute cultists is making its way towards the main encampment, caravans laden with valuable supplies throwing up a cloud of dust from the road, heavily guarded on all sides.

Squinting out from your vantage point on a rise nearby, you bite your lip. You are heavily outnumbered, and the guards look like no slouches. Attacking head on would be out of the question.

Lae'zel shifts restlessly beside you, but she can clearly tell when strategy takes precedence over brawn. Astarion taps his fingers against the boulder you are crouched behind before a sly smile tugs at his lips.

He glances over at you and signals that he'd like to handle the distraction. You pause, uncertain, but he seems sure of himself, and Astarion never takes unnecessary risks in such perilous situations. Nodding, you watch as he slips into the shadows.

The caravan trundles along, undisturbed, until you begin to hear exclamations at the rear and front. Raising your head over the boulder for a quick look, you can make out many small, dark, darting shapes, pouring in a steady stream from the nearby trees.

They wheel, flap, buffet their wings against the faces of the guards who swing their weapons in wild arcs and hit nothing. Shadowheart turns to you, eyebrows raised.

"Those are bats."

Bats?

But wasn't that-

You had no further time to process that thought, because you'd spotted Astarion. The increasingly dense flock of generally nocturnal creatures had surrounded the entire caravan, preventing his passage from reaching the guards' attention. He cut the lines holding the wagons together, darting back out of sight as the heavy vehicles teetered and pitched backward, rolling down the hill towards the water below.

Shouts and desperate cries from the guards and merchants now reached your ears. They scrambled and tripped, swiping at the bats, trying to stop the passage of the errant wagons.

It was all in vain.

Astarion slipped away, into the shade of the trees once more, while Shadowheart readied the appropriate incantation. She focused, drawing on the weave, freezing the water just below the surface of the river so that the caravans would be submerged, but not so far down as to be unrecoverable.

As the team on the road below stamped, swore and made arrangements to call in assistance from the encampment to help them salavge the goods, bats streamed into the area behind the boulder where your party still remained hidden.

Dark wings took on a more corporeal form, and suddenly, Astarion was with you again. He smirked at your collective expressions.

Keeping your voice low, you hissed incredulously at him.

"How did you manage that? I thought ... that only - "

He completed your sentence, smug.

"That only full vampires could conjure animals like this? You'd be right, sweetheart. I haven't conjured any of these fine fellows."

Lae'zel was now looking supremely confused.

"But they're clearly following your lead, elf."

"Well, that's only because I've been getting to know them quite thoroughly over the past few weeks."

Now you were truly stumped.

"Getting ... to know them?"

"Why, yes! They inhabit a cave nearby. Granted, I've had to wade through my fair share of bat droppings, but it was certainly worth it."

He pointed to the bats that had perched on his shoulders and on the nearby branches.

"This is Balthazar, that's Bella and here's Brissinger. They were the first to approach me. And over here is Hilda, their second cousin, once removed. Here's Gerald, Jarvis and Phillip. They're triplets, would you believe. And this one is Laila. She's awfully shy, but she's partial to berries."

A silence followed this introduction. You coughed slightly.

"Astarion ... did you ... get to know each and every one of these bats? You befriended them?"

"But of course! Isn't that a lot better than commanding them to do what I want? We're all happy acquaintances and they'll help when we're in a pinch."

Shadowheart was staring at him a little less politely.

"And you keep telling me that I'm touched in the head."

Lae'zel snorted.

"Seems like you've found a work-around for vampire powers. Useful, if somewhat laborious."

She peered down towards the road, where the remaining Cultists were slowly trekking further away towards the encampment to obtain the help they'd been speaking about. The smaller guard that remained would be easily dealt with. She patted her sword and grinned.

"We can take them. Let's move."

As she descended the slope, Shadowheart following closely, you turned abruptly to Astarion, gripped him by the collar and pulled him into a swift kiss. One of the bats gave what was, unmistakably, a hoot.

Parting with him, you spied his pleased, if confused expression.

"What was that for, my sweet?"

"For being marvelous."

"Ha! Just wait until you see my bat cave."

After most battles, Astarion could generally be found at his tent, having cleaned up and tended his wounds. It was during these more relaxed evening hours that he would bring out his special spark lantern, burning brightly with a near-blue flame, to illuminate the repairs he effected to his clothes and armour.

Even though you'd assured him that you could afford to replace damaged items, he insisted on darning the torn edges of cloth, mending the split segments of leather, fixing metal plates into position. The activity seemed to provide him some means of relaxation.

When you sought him out, you certainly weren't expecting him to have company. And yet, there it was.

The sound of voices, engaged in what seemed to be a most riveting conversation.

"Well, how very rude of them!"

That was Astarion's voice. The reedy-sounding answer caused you some confusion. You didn't recognise the speaker. 

"Rude! Rude! Rude humans!"

"But you must have done something about it, surely?"

"Pecked holes in all her pumpkins, I did."

"You didn't! How wicked!"

A raucous laugh sounded from within his tent. You sidled closer, now infinitely curious. Astarion was speaking again, tone low and confidential.

"You know, I heard from Titchwittle that she doesn't even maintain the thatching on her roof. All kinds of vermin nesting in there."

"Ooh, he's right! He's right! We won't go near it! It's crawling with nasty things."

"I suspected so. I saw her haggling the life out of the vendors at the market, so one would think her husband's managed to save up enough by now to mend things, but there we go."

"Have you been on any roofs? Ingis said he saw you! Saw you! Sneaking at night!"

"Well, how very perceptive of him. As a matter of fact, we did raid an arms dealer last week. He must have seen me then."

"He did! Ingis did! Said your hair looked like a wet cat's fur in the rain, he did."

Astarion gasped, scandalized.

"He said what?"

"Wet cat! Wet cat!"

"Oh, I'll give Ingis a piece of my mind when I see him next. Who is he to judge? His feathers look as healthy as a zombie's scalp."

Unable to resist the burning curiosity, you pushed the flap of Astarion's tent aside.

There he was, surrounded by the paraphernalia of his sewing kit, the fluorescent light from the lamp illuminating his pale features and the ... companion he was clearly enjoying a fruitful gossip session with.

A raven.

It was perched on a nearby wooden stand, eyes bright and watchful. Astarion looked up at you as you entered, expression mildly outraged.

"Darling, did you hear that? Can you believe someone would call me anything other than beautiful?"

Perhaps, the most memorable occasion during which Astarion had put his animal speaking ability to use had been the time he'd attempted to tutor the spiders.

On the subject of how to have sex.

You'd returned from the city one evening, having purchased some supplies, expecting a hearty meal to sate your ravenous appetite.

What you found instead was a cooling cook pot and Gale hunched over in despair, begging Astarion to stop, please stop, for the love of all things good in the world and didn't he even care about Gale's appetite?

Hands on hips, aspect stern, Astarion was firmly ignoring the wizard's pleas. He rapped the stick he held against one palm.

"Gale, stop your whinging. Just look at them. Such poor form! No finesse, no stamina, a series of anaemic in-and-outs and they're done! How atrocious! This isn't acceptable."

"They're spiders, for the love of - "

"You there! That isn't how you hold your mate! Wrap your legs around her further. Yes, that's it. Now reach. Yesssss. You can do it. Put your back into it, fellow."

"Oh Gods, please, someone make it stop - "

"And you! Do you think I can't see exactly what you're doing? Keep your fangs away from him until he's done. Hells, control yourself. Bite off his head and his pedipalps won't reach your opening, I can tell you that."

Gale's haunted gaze met yours and he hurried over. You tried your best to control your features as he grabbed you by the elbows to steady himself.

"Can you ... do something about this? He's got these... spiders lined up over here doing mating drills."

Patting Gale's arm reassuringly, you made your way over to where Astarion was watching his eight-legged disciples with a critical eye.

He spotted you and beamed, walking over to plant a sweet, searing kiss on your lips. One the spiders couples, having witnessed this, promptly went into overdrive. Astarion tutted fondly at them before wrapping his arm around your waist and gesturing to the spiders arranged before you in ... various stages of copulation.

"I saw a few of them going at it in the woods and darling, I was appalled. No wonder their population is dwindling. Their courtship rituals and mating strategies are deplorable."

"I'm certainly not complaining," muttered Gale, who was busying himself with the stew again to blot out the sight of the writhing arachnids.

You nodded earnestly.

"Oh, I understand. Without balance, an ecosystem cannot function."

Behind you, Gale whipped around, ladle pointing at you accusingly.

"Gods, you're no better than he is."

Astarion took you by the hand and led you closer.

"And now, my sweet, it's time to lavish these ignorant souls with your own knowledge. Go on, tell this one here how it's done."

You knelt and observed the attempts of the much smaller male, scrambling to find purchase on his chosen mate's back. Shaking your head, you raised a hand.

"Now, listen here. Sometimes roles must be reversed during mating. Sometimes one partner must be dominant, and other times, they should switch. Try a new position, maybe with you behind and under, instead of on top. That way, your pedipalps can reach her better."

Astarion clapped his hands, expression positively ecstatic.

"Oh, did you hear that, students? That's my darling for you! Always so perceptive. They knows exactly how to undulate their sweet waist when they're being dominant too - "

Gale had well and truly had enough. He strode over to the two of you, energy crackling along one finger as he pointed it at you like a weapon.

"I'm going to count to three. And this class had better be dismissed by the time I'm done."

Astarion hurriedly scattered his ardent pupils, calling after them.

"Same time next week. But we'll meet in the forest. Wouldn't want any of you getting singed by a certain someone while you're in the throes -"

"Astarion."

"There. They're gone. Not a single trace of them, Gale."

Gallantly offering you his elbow, Astarion escorted you to your tent with an air of wounded dignity. As soon as Gale was out sight, you both collapsed, wheezing with laughter.

"Did you see his - "

"Oh hells, his face."

"And the way he looked when those two spiders really started going at it - "

"Shhhh, he's making stew. And I'm starving. Don't distract him any more!"

Astarion straightened and swayed a little from side to side, expression playfully miffed.

"My treasure, all that teaching has worked up an appetite in me too."

"Come here."

You wrapped your arms around him, cradling him against you. It had been a long day, and you hadn't been with him for most of it. You did miss him, even though you'd only been away for such a relatively short time.

Burying your nose into his shoulder, you spoke, voice slightly muffled.

"First bats, then ravens, and now spiders?"

"I'm a vampire, darling. I must cultivate a certain ... aesthetic."

He bit down gently on the side of your neck, fangs scraping across the surface of the skin.

"But before I drink my fill, you need to eat. As hungry as I am, I can hear your stomach rumbling loud and clear."

You leaned back and regarded him mischievously. 

"Not as hungry as some of your pupils, it seems."

"Oh, they're hungry enough to eat each other, my love. And not in the nice way, either."

The corner of his mouth curved as you laughed, that devastating smile now filled with a warmth that had been glaringly absent when you'd first known him.

How far you both had come, how much faith you'd placed in this blossoming love that somehow continued to raise its delicate head through the crushing weight of peril and conflict.

As with all his endeavours, Astarion had taken your gift and made it his own. Be it gregarious ravens, or lustful spiders, you knew that nature would answer Astarion's call.

How could it not?

It had watched him struggle, despair, overcome and flourish, and if your years in the wild had taught you anything, it was that nature rewarded its most glorious survivors.

[escapedaudios]

Random thought, but I think it's funny how "vampires vs werewolves" is such a big trope, considering that the most iconic vampire of all time IS a werewolf.

"You mean Dracula?"

Yes I mean Dracula. Dracula is a werewolf, straight up. In Bram Stoker's novel, Dracula transforms into a wolf multiple times. He also transforms into a bat and a cloud of fog. He actually transforms into a wolf more often than anything else, with Dracula turning into a bat only once and turning into a large bat-like creature on another occasion.

"But he's not a real werewolf! He doesn't transform under the moon!"

Wrong again! Lycanthropes and folkloric wolf shape-shifters go all the way back to the myth of King Lycaon, first recorded in the 2nd Century BC. Werewolves specifically (and the term "werewolf") go back at least as far as the 11th Century AD, originating from the Old German word "Werwolf". The first depictions of werewolves transforming under moonlight aren't actually from folklore, but movies. The first werewolf to transform under moonlight was from the film "Werewolf of London" (1935), though it wasn't necessarily under the full moon, with even simulated moonlight from a lamp triggering the transformation. The first depiction of a full moon causing werewolf transformations was in "Wolf Man" (1941), released 44 years after Bram Stoker's Dracula was published.

So Dracula is a werewolf. A true, blue, motherfucking werewolf. Other folkloric vampires that pre-date the Dracula novel were also described as having the ability to transform into wolves, or even abnormally large wolf-like dogs.

Your werewolf/vampire hybrid OC is nothing new. Countless OG Vampires WERE werewolves. Witch/Werewolf hybrids are even older than that. It's tradition. A forgotten tradition but a tradition nonetheless, you're just continuing it without even realizing that it's a tale as old as time.

[bogleech]

"this animal is actually a precious sweet intelligent angel despite its completely unfair public image as a filthy screeching pest" is well meaning and all but I think respect for wildlife shouldnt be that conditional and nature isn't here to generate feel good tiktoks or look pretty at the zoo. It isn't even here to ecologically benefit us, it doesn't owe us shit! More importantly you should consider that it's great and awesome when an animal is a filthy screeching pest. You should adore that we have a planet of corpse wallowing barf eating poison slobbering louse spreading hairy ghouls and feathered imps. I hope the sky dinosaurs shit on every car in the world every day forever. I'm glad when we paved over the forest and filled the earth with a labyrinth of toilet water we just made a utopian diarrhea playground for creatures that can chew through power cables. Love that there's a type of bat that can cut you in your sleep to slurp your blood and by the way it pisses the entire time, just pisses and pisses because it's filtering the excess water out of your blood. "Oh but it hardly ever goes after humans!" Yeah well guess what?? It should. Oh wolves are just pretty misunderstood pupperoos and not scary fairy tale villains?? Just because it's rare doesn't mean wolves can't be incredibly dangerous and it fucking rules actually. Based fairy tale villains. Get wolfed dummies!!

[thegothicalice]

I absolutely love your style and was wondering as a cinemaphile what obscure, off the wall horror movies would you suggest for the spooky season?

Uhhhh how about various levels of obscure from the 80s and 90s? (Not a complete lists because I’ve seen literally thousands of films and forget half of what I watch and use Letterboxd to keep track)

1999– Idle Hands, Don’t Look Under the Bed, Bats, Ravenous, In Dreams, Lighthouse, Stir of Echos, Audition, Kolobos

1998—The Last Broadcast, Devil in the Flesh, Whispering Corridors, Urban Legend, Shadowbuilder, The Eternal, The Quiet Family, Strangeland, Deep Rising, The Wisdom of Crocodiles, Tomie

1997– The Relic, The Ugly, Event Horizon, Cure, Wax Mask, Snow White: A Tale of Terror, Quicksilver Highway, Office Killer, The Night Flier

1996– From Dusk til Dawn, Little Witches, Uncle Sam, The Frighteners, The Dentist, Karmina, Thesis, Tromeo & Juliet,

1995– Blood & Donuts, Screamers, Tales from the Hood, The Demolitionist, Mushrooms, The Girl With the Hungry Eyes, The Day of the Beast, Serpent’s Lair, Rumpelstiltskin, Mute Witness, Evil Ed, Project: Metalbeast, Habit, The Addiction, Tales From the Crypt: Demon Knight, Lord of Illusions

1994– Tammy & the T Rex, In the Mouth of Madness, Lurking Fear, Cemetery Man, Death Machine, Brainscan, Nadja

1993– Love Bites, Doppelgänger, Necronomicon, Body Bags, Ed & His Dead Mother, Dark Waters, Skinner, Jack Be Nimble, Ticks, Carnosaur, The Temp

1992– Death Becomes Her, The Vagrant, Tale of a Vampire, The Unnameable II, Innocent Blood, Dr Giggles, Auntie Lee’s Meat Pies, Aswang, Sleepwalkers, Netherworld, Split Second

1991– The Resurrected, The Boneyard, Body Parts, Popcorn, Subspecies, There’s Nothing Out There, Highway to Hell, The Runestone, Cast a Deadly Spell, Children of the Night

1990– Frankenhooker, Fear, Nightbreed, Lisa, Mom, Grim Prairie Tales, Shakma, Pale Blood, Baby Blood, Mirror Mirror, Hardware, Meridian, Def by Temptation, The Vampire Family, Reflecting Skin, Demonia

1989– Sundown: The Vampire in Retreat, Nightlife, I Madman, Dr. Caligari, The Black Cat, Paganini Horror, Phantom of the Mall: Eric’s Revenge, The Dead Pit, The Phantom of the Opera, Dead Calm, Intruder, The House of Usher

1988– Paperhouse, Spider Labyrinth, Spell Caster, Sorority Babes in the Slime-Bowl-O-Rama, Cellar Dweller, Pin, 976-EVIL, Brain Damage, Rejuvenatrix, Blood Relations, Party Line, The Unnamable, The Wicked

1987– Psychos in Love, Blood Rage, The Caller, Stagefright, Graveyard Shift, American Gothic, Street Trash, From a Whisper to a Scream, Blood Diner

1986– Spookies, Poison for the Fairies, Vamp, Gothic, Deadtime Stories, TerrorVision, Witchboard, Trick or Treat

1985– The Doctor and the Devils, Phenomena, The Stuff

1984– Decoder, The Company of Wolves, Monster Dog, Sole Survivor, Special Effects

1983– The Lift, Wilczyca (She Wolf), Eyes of Fire, House of Long Shadows, The Hunger, Angst, Curtains, Blood Beat, Mortuary, The Keep

1982– Ferat Vampire, Next of Kin, The Sender, Tenebre, One Dark Night, The Living Dead Girl, Superstition, Alone in the Dark, Parasite

1981– The Black Cat, Fear No Evil, Dead & Buried, Possession, Night School, The Monster Club, Allison’s Birthday, Frightmare, Ghost Story, The Funhouse, The Pit, Evilspeak, Strange Behavior, The Nesting

1980– Macabre, Fade to Black, The Ninth Configuration, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

These are all just what I’ve recorded on my personal Letterboxd since I started it in April of 2017, I’ve seen plenty more but tried to just pick possibly less-known stuff, some bad and some good.

[dalivanmagritte]

NCT FIC REC : LEE JENO

back to the nct fic rec

Jeno fic rec part.2

favs

lionheart (fav, smut, fluff, royal!au, knight!au, monarch!au)

premium boy-toy (fav, smut, stripper!au)

step on a crack, dr.lee's gonna break your back (fav, smut)

wanna know what it's like (fav, smut)

yours to tame (fav, fluff, smut, knight!au, princess!au, royal!au)

koi no yokan (fav, smut, abo!au)

slick pup (fav, pervert!au, smut)

prince of wolves (fav, smut, werewolf!au, vampire!au)

i suddenly realize my archnemesis is hot (fav,fluff, angstish, demigod!au, mythology!au)

pride & prejudice (fav, fluff, angst, smut)

no smut

rainfall (fluff)

the deal (fluff, college!au)

cigarettes after sex (fluff, angstish, suggestive, college!au)

do you even know how to have fun? (angst to fluff, badboy!au)

classics (smut)

secret (smut, fluff, sub!jeno (kink discovery))

sweet lies (smut, angstish, ghost!jeno!au)

heatstroke (mechanic!au, smut)

tattooist!jeno (fluff, angst, tattooist!au, florist!au)

himbo (smut, himbo!jeno)

cute little intern (smut, ceo!au, intern!au)

mine only (smut)

possessive dad! (smut, pregnancy!au, soon to be parents!au)

ridin' club switching lanes (smut, streeracer!au)

sweet fury (smut)

hit the breaks! (serie, smut, streetracer!au, mechanics!au)

rich purity (serie, smut, virgin!au)

possessive jeno (smut, roommate)

a different kind of exercise (smut, personal trainer!au)

the rock of gibraltar (smut)

jeno uses his strength against you (smut)

the bat & dove (smut, fluff, mafia!au, racer!jeno)

banana (smut)

guardian gloves (smut, angstish, boxer!au)

teddy bear (smut)

strong jeno (smut)

codename : monster (smut)

his order (smut, ceo!au)

sli(ck-p)up (smut, perv!jeno)

fireproof (smut, brotherbf!au, college!au)

size kink (smut)

only 'til dawn (smut, badboy!jeno, goodgirl!reader)

day6: overstimulation (smut)

day19: pet play (smut)

little wifey (smut, husband!au)

hard dom! (smut)

wrapped around your fingers (smut)

my first and last (smut, college!au)

summer hair = forever young (smut, fluff)

perv!jeno (smut, roommates!au, perv!au)

monster in hiding (smut, stalking!au)

can't take it? (smut)

alternate universe (magics, gods, royalty, etc...)

my sunset is yours (fluff, hogwarts!au)

helping hand (fluff, hogwarts!au)

transfiguration spell (smut, fluff, angstish, hogwarts!au)

sinking ships (smut, sailor!au, mermaid!au, horror!au)

change in you (smut, vampire!au, georgian-era!au)

puppy (smut, supernatural!au, werewolf!au)

sunshine (fluff, angst, mermen!jeno)

the lucky one (fluff, angst, demigod!au, mythology!au)

son of morpheus (fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)

son of apollo (fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)

son of shadows (part of elysios serie, fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)

the tale older than time (fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)

late night company (fluff, comfort angst, demigod!au)

scream (smut (dirtyyy smut), halloween!au, ghostface!jeno)

why dying my hair was the best decision of my life (fluff, soulmates)

take my breath (smut, abo!au)

puppy pound (smut, abo!au)

jealous (smut, abo!au)

sos x jaemin (smut, abo!au)

destiny (smut, abo!au)

stepbro alpha jeno (smut, abo!au, stepbro!au)

pretzel (smut, abo!au)

phone fuck me (smut, ghostface!au)

incubus!jeno (smut, incubus!au)

ascention to the throne (serie, smut, royal!au, prince!au, political!au)

with another member

just so you know x jaemin (smut)

i'm a mouse duh! x jaemin (smut)

they're roommates x jaemin (smut)

the sequel x jaemin (smut, ghostface!au, halloween!au)

cookie jar x jaemin (smut, stepbrother!au)

can you handle it? x johnny, jaehyun, jaemin (smut)

morally gray (and tw)

baby trapping (smut, sugardaddy!au)

shameless (smut, stepson!au)

undone (noncon, smut)

teddy bear -> our sick story, thus far x haechan (dubcon, smut)

stepbro!jeno part.2 (DUBCON, smut, stepbrother!au)

behind closed doors x haechan (smut, slight dubcon, stepbro!au)

the walls are thin x jaemin (DUBCON, smut)

shoplifter x mark (dubcon, smut, bodyguard!au, stepfather!au)

switch -> chain x johnny (dubcon, smut, neighbour?au)

arcade (continuation of switch/chain, smut)

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

Honestly the old fairy tales make a lot more sense if you assume that the Big Bad Wolf is a vampire. Or, more likely, some vampire adjacent supernatural beast.

The most obvious clue? He can't enter a dwelling without being invited in.

In the three stories in which the Big Bad Wolf appears— Little Red Riding Hood, The Three Little Pigs and The Goat and the Seven Kids— the BBW explicitly has to ask before entering the home.

In TTLP, he asks directly and is denied, at which point, despite clearly having the ability to force down a door, he's instead reduced to destroying the whole house by 'blowing it down' (suggesting some ability to control the weather?). When it comes to the third little pig's house, even though the door is probably made of wood (a material that we know the wolf can destroy, because it's what the last little pig's house was made of) he's completely stymied the moment the pug says "no, I will not let you in!"

(He does, in fairness, manage to get in via the chimney. But this arguably does not count as crossing the threshold.)

In LRH and TGSK, meanwhile, he disguises himself. When entering Grandma's cottage, he mimics Little Red's voice so that Grandma will invite him in. (Remember that Grandma is generally portrayed as bedridden. She's not goinh to be able to get up and let him in— the door is unlocked.) In TGSK, meanwhile, the whole story is about the wolf's attempts to disguise himself as the mother goat, using flour to mask his dark fur and sugar to sweeten his rough voice.

Which brings me to my next point.

The wolf can clearly shape-shift, but only into certain forms.

The wolf is perfectly able to take up a conversation with a young girl walking alone through the woods, without arousing her suspicion. Later, he's able to perfectly disguise himself as an elderly woman just by dressing himself up in Grandma's clothes.

This makes a lot more sense if he was in human form during these parts of the story. It also explains the gradual progression of Little Red's realisation that all is not what it seems. "What big eyes you have Grandma." "What big ears you have Grandma." As opposed to the more expected: "HOLY FUCK GRANDMA YOU'RE LITERALLY JUST A WOLF IN A NIGHT CAP!!!"

The wolf is clearly changing back in this scene, and Little Red's comments are her trying to process what she is seeing.

I'd also like to point out that wolves aren't known for their climbing ability, especially up sheer surfaces, and the BBW is usually portrayed as being significantly larger than the Pigs, implying that their home probably wasn't built with somebody of his size in mind.

That being said, how in the hell did the wolf not only climb onto the roof of the Pigs' house (without being noticed!) but also manage to fit down their chimney? It seems highly unlikely that he could have managed either feat, but for some other creature— such as, to use a completely random example, a bat— it would be child's play.

As for why I say that he can only change into specific forms— the wolf clearly cannot shapeshift himself into a goat. Can't be done. Despite being able to perfectly disguise himself as an elderly human woman (who his victim knew very well and must have seen many times!) when it comes to disguising himself as a mother goat, suddenly he has to resort to makeup and techniques to change his voice.

Third piece of evidence: the wolf can only be killed in one very specific way.

Now, that specific admittedly isn't a stake through the heart or exposure to direct sunlight, which is why I'm saying it's unlikely that the BBW is a true vampire in the modern sense.

No, the method of killing the BBW, as discovered by the woodcutter, is the same one that you would use to dispatch a zombie: you have to destroy or sever the head.

LRH is the only story where the wolf, consistently across all versions, dies. In TLP he is full submerged in boiling water and still manages to run away.

In TGSK, the mother goat slits his belly open and fills it with large rocks. After being sewn up again, the wolf not only survives this process, but the only negative symptom we are told he experiences is… dehydration. Cutting him open and essentially disembowelling him wasn't a way to kill him, it was just a way for the mother goat to retrieve her children and drive the wolf to the well, where the heavy rocks in his stomach cause him to fall in and sink to the bottom.

And iirc it's not even confirmed whether this kills him, or just traps him in the well. The only confirmed way to kill the wolf is to sever the head.

But that last story also brings me to my final point: The wolf does not consume his victims in a normal way.

No, he doesn't drink their blood. The other reason why I wouldn't call him a true vampire. But nor does he really eat them.

In two stories, LRH and TGSK, the wolf manages to gobble up his prey before they can escape. In both cases they are later retrieved— in one case from the wolf's corpse and in the other from his living body— alive, well and unharmed.

The wolf, despite what big teeth he has, does not tear his victims to shreds or even chew them. The interior of the wolf is suggested to be probably larger than the wolf himself (the wolf is capable of wearing Grandma's clothes, even though his belly is apparently big enough to contain both Grandma and Little Red), and does not seem to have any stomach acid or anything else to aid digestion.

Illustrations do not usually portray Little Red and Grandma as covered in viscera.

It's not actually clear why the wolf is so desperate to find prey, given that he can't digest it. Possibly he absorbs energy from his still living victims once they are imprisoned within him, or possibly he just derives pleasure from the misery of their families. Either way, he's certainly not consuming them the way a normal wolf would.

Not sure exactly where I was going with this, except that I now absolutely want to see more of the Big Bad Wolf as a serious horror villain.

[seleneprince]

What are Cassandra Cain thoughts on the Perez family and was she part of the batfam during the neglect?

She’s my precious baby, but I know she is loyal to Bruce. But also the Perez' wouldn't last if she was there, she knows everything.

So I'm wondering if like Duke she arrives later and decides to embrace them? Like, how can you look at Rosa loving her kids and not be like "I want that 😢." Specially with the insanity that are Cass' bio parents.

It would be funny because Cass isn't as sweet as she is usually portrayed, she can and will beat a bitch, (that bitch usually being Jason. I don't remember correctly but I think the only batboys she doesn't throw hands with are Tim and Duke) she is the same fighting level as Bruce too 😭

Also, she strikes me more as a mommy's girl than daddy's girl but I can't confirm, cause well, her mama is absent 😶

Oh boy, that's a good question.

First of all, I start this by admitting that I don't know about Cassandra as much as the other characters, so I apologise for any slight innacuracies. That said, it's hard to keep up with DC's canon these days. But I confirm, she's only chill with Tim, I think. She has thrown hands with all the batboys at some point, specially Jason ashsdf. Only Tim and Duke are safe as far I've seen.

Now, to answer the question:

Everyone in the family knows that Rosa forced Bruce into the marriage because she knows their identities and threatens to expose them otherwise. So, yeah, they're all kinda pissed at her and resentful. Cassandra is no exception. She first views her stepmother as this evil golden digger who used vile ways to get Bruce and her kids low-key as opportunists just like her, but the thing with Cassandra is, as we know, that she can see things most people can't.

Before Duke arrives, she already clocked the Perez family weren't all what they seemed. Like you said, Rosa has her flaws and she's not really a good person, but she loves her kids more than anything. Literally most of the shit she does is for them. Cassandra finds it hard to think of her as this pure evil villain when she sees her brushing her oldest daughter's hair before school even though she protests she's old enough, or when she ruffles Marco's hair with the softest eyes, or when she's teaching her youngest daughter how to bake sweets she likes as a bonding activity. She might be cold and untrustworthy with the Bruce, but when it comes to her children, she seems like an entirely different person. Her eyes turn the softest she's ever seen, and her hands are always so gentle and tender with them. Just the way she handles leaves no doubts that it's true love.

And Cassandra can't help but think that a woman capable of such love can't be all bad. And deep down, a part of her wishes she could have that. Regardless, she doesn't go out of her way to bond with her because, like you said, her loyalty is with Bruce first.

It's different with Bruce's daughter and the twins, since she doesn't really resent them at any moment. She out of all people can't blame others for their parents' crimes, but she's definitely part of the neglect. She doesn't do it on purpose, she just...doesn't know how to approach them. They have nothing in common. She can't relate to them the way she does with the others. For someone who already struggles with social interaction and mostly relies on hanging out with people equally fucked up as her (aka the batfam), well, you can guess.

Besides, reminder that the Perez family have resided on the other side of the manor since their arrival and have spent all the years until the current timeline leading separate lives from the Batfamily. The only times they're all in the room together are on the rare occassions they all have family dinners, because the Perez family go as far to make different schedules to never eat in the same table with them unless there's no choice. Cassandra only sees them when they cross paths around the house, which it's not often, and they barely talk. That doesn't give her enough material to read them properly and figure out their secrets. Plus, as bad as it sounds, she's not interested to. They're the normal ones of the family, who aren't involved in the bloody bussiness of crime fighting, who don't have to go through the same hell. They can simply enjoy the luxury and safety of being civilians.

They're not...tainted, like her.

In her head, she even convinces herself it's for protection. She doesn't want to ruin the perfect picture of normal family they have (again, she doesn't interact enough with them to notice the cracks), so she thinks its reasonable to keep them away. She can't bond with them anyway. Nor reach a mutual understanding. They're too different. Opposite worlds and all of that.

Instead, she's content on catching glimpses from afar, of what they have, what she could've had in another life, and move on.

That's it, until the Signal and Red Hood find her in that state after falling off the window. On the verge of death, and no one knows what happened or how, or why she was even there. Cassandra looks at her as she lays in the hospital bed, unconscious and recovering, and feels the crushing weight of her guilt. Her failure. Because she definitely blames herself, just like Jason. Ironic. She thinks she failed as a sister. That in her determination to keep her safe, she did the oppposite.

Eventually, when the Perez family are forced to interact more with the Batfam due to some circumstances that happen later, Cassandra gets to see them in another light. Now she interacts with them more often. There's no hiding, no running away, no avoiding. And being Cassandra, she's the first to clock the loopholes in their facade. She knows they're hiding something, have been for a long time, but can't figure out exactly what because they're elusive as fuck.

But she also sees more of Rosa's motherly affection, the twins being endearing (when they're not pranking the batfam) and N! Daughter being more than just this spoiled rich girl with no problems in her life. And the more she sees....the more she wants to be part of it.

[blankwashed]

muzan kibutsuji.

demon lord, demon king, demon conqueror.

scares most people off when you describe your boyfriend to them but it just makes you laugh.

you’ve grown used to the whispers and the fear from other people, but it’s hard to forget when he’s got you pinned against the wall, his cold hands tracing patterns on your neck to your sternum.

tonight, the howling wolves and bats accompany you through the windows of his hellish mansion. you've just gotten back from an outing with your girlfriends and told them some of the stories about your mysterious boyfriend. they laughed and teased you, not knowing the truth behind your words about the darkness that lurks within muzan kibutsuji.

you slip out of your shoes and enter the dimly lit mansion, the eerie silence, a stark contrast to the lively chatter of your friends. as you walk through the grand hallway, you can feel his presence, a chilling aura that sends shivers down your spine.

out of no where, you heard a deep, chilling voice. “enjoyed your evening?” his voice is a low rumble, sending a wave of anticipation through you. he steps out from the shadows, his piercing red eyes fixed on you.

he always does this to you. trying to scare you. you nod, your heart pounding in your chest. “yes, my lord. i told them about you.”

“do you love teasing them with stories and tales of me? hmm?” he grunted, his breath hot against your ear. his lips brush your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

you smirk, tilting your head to give him better access. “they didn’t even believe me….but of course, I didn’t tell them the real truth”

his chuckle was dark, filled with the promise of what’s to come. “and what’s the truth, my dear?” he tightens his grip on your neck, eager to see what you think about him.

“that my boyfriend is not just the king of demons,” you whisper, your voice trembling with seduction. “but that you’re also the man which knows every inch of my body, every secret sexual desire that i have.”

his grip tightens on your neck, choking you. this eyes gleam with possession. “indeed,” he says, his voice a low growl. “and tonight, i’m going to remind you exactly why you belong to me.”

muzan’s lips crash against yours, demanding and fierce. his large tongue pushed its away pass your lips. his hands roam your body, tearing burning away any fabric that separates the both of you. each of touch is electric coming from his dominance that leaves you breathless.

“on the bed,” he orders, stepping back to watch you obey. “now. its time to teach you some manners.”

there’s always a thrill in the way he commands, a dark promise in this gaze that sends heat pooling in your core.

you move to the bed, shaking and with a face red as a cherry. your skin was flushed and tingling. muzan follows, his predatory gaze never leaving you. he climbs over you, his weight pressing you into the mattress with his hands pinning your wrists above your head.

“you’re mine,” he nibbled against your lips, his voice a seductive threat. “every inch of you, every breath, every moan. tonight, i’m going to take you for myself.”

his mouth trails down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. you arch into him while moaning his name out loud. his touch is both punishing and worshipful, a testament to his dark adoration.

muzan’s fingers find their way between your thighs, teasing and tormenting. you writhe beneath him, your need building to an unbreable peak. you’re so hot, so wet, so in need of him.

“tell me,” he demands, his voice a low growl. “tell me who you belong to. who owns you.”

“you,” you gasp, your voice breaking . “i-i belong to you, demon lord muzan.”

a satisfied smirk curls his lips as he finally gives you what you crave. the pleasure is intense, overwhelming, each thrust a reminder of his power over you. you cling to him, lost in the storm of sensation, your body and soul completely at his mercy.

he turns you on your tummy and teases the hole from your behind. at first, the pleasure gave you aches and cries from your mouth. but muzan came prepared, he used plenty of lube on his cock before inching into you.

“a-ah..m-muzan….” you whimpered, clinging hard onto the bedsheets with your fingernails.

muzan’s thrusts start slow, at a deliberate pace, each movement and pump calculated to make you aware of his control over your body. different from what you’ve ever felt while your moans and cries fill the room, mingling along with the sound of the night life outside.

“you’re mine,” he growls with his pace quickening. “every part of you, every sound you make…belongs to me.”

you can only nod and whimper in response, the intensity of his possesion overwhelming your senses. each thrust makes your body arch and tremble, only wanting more in return.

muzan’s hands grip your hips, holding you firmly in place as he drives himself deeper into you.

“m-muzan, p-ple-“ he cuts you off with a sharp spank to your ass.

“now, what did i say you should call me, slut…” he growls, his eyes as red as fire. “so eager, so needy for me. tell me what you want, in the proper way we discussed.” he clenched your asscheeks in his hand, the grip undyingly painful.

“my lord…please…have mercy on me, all of me is for you…” you spoke timidly as you choked on your tears, struggling to speak.

his smirk was his trump hand, his eyes burning with dark satisfaction. “good, good…because you will always be mine, my little pet,” he says in a velvet purr.

“y-yes,” you managed to squeak again, your voice in a broken plea. “i love it, master. i love being yours, and only yours to please.”

“such a good little slut,” he growls, his pace relentless. “so obedient, so perfect for me.”

your whimpers and moans were music to his ears, each sound driving him to take you harder, deeper. the bed creaks beneath the force of his movements, his dominance overwhelming you completely, just like you like it.

“tell me again, lil slut,” he demands, his voice rough with desire. he was reaching his edge soon, you could bet, his disheveled hair and fangs showing clearly from the side of his mouth. “who do you belong to?”

you gasp, barely able to form words through the haze of pleasure and pain. “you, my lord,” you manage to whisper, your voice trembling. “i belong to you, always. past, present and future..”

a satisfied growl rumbles from his chest, his grip tightening on your hips. “that’s right,” he says, his tone a mix of dominance and dark affection. “tell everyone you’re mine, forever!”

muzan’s thrust grow more powerful, each one sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through you. you cling onto his muscular arms with your sharp manicured nails. haha, pain? what was that to him? all while your body was a trembling, quivering mess beneath him.

“may the demon world be blessed with our newborn…” he proclaims while giving you a final intense thrust, driving you over the edge. your climax crashes through you as you were cry out his name in ecstasy.

muzan growls deeply as he spills his seed inside of you, claiming you as his completely. he holds you close, his grip unyielding and his breath mingling with yours. at his final thrust, he spills his seed inside you, the warmth of it flooding your core. you feel every pulse, every shudder of his release (including your own). the sensation was intimate and engulfed you. his cum filled you completely, head to toe. it was his primal way of marking you as his. a reminder of his dominance and possession.

“you are mine,” he whispers, his voice a comforting and deep. “now and forever.”

you nod weakly as you watch him get up and grab a washcloth to clean you up. in this moment, you feel utterly complete, bound by a dark, unbreakable bond. his touch was surprisingly gentle as he cleans you, unlike how forceful he was a minute ago.

“rest now, my pet,” he murmurs, his voice a low, a sensual smoothing rumble. “you’ve pleased me greatly tonight.”

you lie back, exhausted, your body still trembling, shaking from the intense experience he gave you. muzan joins you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close against his chest. the warmth of his body was a polar opposite of the coldness of his aura.

“remember,” he reminds you in a whisper, his lips brushing against your ear. “i’m yours, and you’re mine, forever.”

muzan’s fingers fondled your breasts, tracing intricate patterns on your nipples with his sharp teeth, but not hard enough to pierce through your flesh. his presence was a dark but protective shield around you. despite the fear and scare most people might feel, there was a strange comfort.

as you drift off to sleep, the sound of the night outside fade away, leaving only the steady rhythm of muzan’s breathing and the beat of his heart against your back. surely, it was a twisted world out there, but with muzan you found peace.

I’m trash I feel that I have sold my soul to this guy

[uhhlifeig]

Costume - October 29 - word count: 690 - @wolfstarmicrofic

The Great Hall was packed, alive with laughter and spellbound decorations- floating candles, enchanted bats swooping about, and cobwebs shimmering in the eerie light.

Sirius Black burst through the large doors, wind billowing out his deep-red cloak. 

He was in a Little Red Riding Hood costume, twirling through the Hall, his frilled dress swirling with every step. He’d even gone as far as adding a lacy apron and the tiniest basket he could find, which he waved proudly.

“Oh, Moony!” he called over the music, bounding over to Remus. “Look at me! I am absolutely Red Riding Hood- the epitome of innocence!” 

He spun around in exaggerated glee, his hood falling over his eyes before he whipped it back up.

Remus, dressed in Sirius’s usual leather jacket, some fake wolf ears, and fingerless gloves that clawed out at the ends, laughed. “You are certainly… a version of Little Red.”

“Just admit it!” the noiret exclaimed, grinning. “I look incredible. Dashing through the woods, daring anyone to mess with me. You’re lucky I’m here to brighten up your terrifying wolf aesthetic.”

“Oh, yeah, you’re terrifying all right,” the werewolf replied dryly. “You look like you’ve just skipped out of a fairy tale.”

Sirius raised a brow. “Exactly. Fairy tales are dangerous, Remus. That’s the whole point! I’m a little red ball of menace.”

Just then, James entered the scene, though his costume wasn’t quite as glamorous as Sirius’s. He was dressed in an oversized chef’s coat and chef hat, complete with a wooden spoon he was twirling like a wand. 

He stopped dead when he saw Sirius.

“Bloody hell, Pads,” the younger boy said, trying to hide his grin. “Are you… Red Riding Hood? I thought you said you were going for something ‘fearsome and deadly’?”

“I am!” his best friend said indignantly, holding up his little basket with pride. “Don’t underestimate the power of Red.” He nudged Remus. “Isn’t that right, Big Bad?”

The taller boy chuckled, shaking his head. “Sure, sure. Don’t let him cook you in that pot, though, or he might try to eat you.”

Before they could continue, Emmeline strolled over. 

She was dressed as a noblewoman, complete with a lavish brocade gown of deep blues and golds, a mask obscuring half her face. 

“Sirius,” she said. “You look positively… whimsical.”

“Thank you, Emmeline,” he said with a dramatic curtsey, attempting to pull his skirt out- though it wasn’t quite long enough to work with. “I thought the Great Hall needed a touch of glamor.”

James snorted. “Glamor. Right. I’ll let you call it that.”

Lily, who’d come dressed as a scientist with a steampunk twist- goggles, suspenders, and a pocket full of random trinkets- smirked as she joined them. “I’m just shocked he hasn’t broken an ankle in those boots.”

“Never!” the dog animagus said, laughing, twirling again with all the flourish of an overdramatic actor. “Red Riding Hood doesn’t stumble, Lily! Red Riding Hood glides.”

“Red Riding Hood skips,” Remus said.

Sirius winked at him. “That’s the spirit, Moony. Now, escort me through the dark, scary woods, would you? I’ve got to avoid all those nasty wolves and chefs lurking about.” He gave James a pointed look.

The night wore on with the long-haired boy hamming it up as Red, occasionally running up to Remus and dramatically announcing, “Oh, wolf! Spare me!” in the most theatrical voice he could muster, earning laughs from their friends. 

The werewolf took it with a fond smile, while James and Lily continued making quips, and everyone else could barely keep their composure as Sirius gleefully flounced around, absolutely thrilled with himself.

At one point, said boy sidled up to Remus, giving him a sly look. “So, Big Bad Wolf, any chance you’ll let me go free tonight? Or will I have to…” He trailed off, casting an exaggeratedly flirtatious glance up at him.

Remus rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his smile. “Maybe, if you promise to keep to the path, Little Red.”

“Deal,” Sirius grinned, swishing his cloak with satisfaction as he pranced off.

"EWW, SIRIUS!" Regulus exclaimed from his spot next to Remus. "TOO MUCH INFORMATION!"

[arcadia-of-pluto]

Future mini-series and one-shot plans ✨️

I've got a few ideas for one-shots and fics to tide yall over until the smut hits in "Twist of Fate". 👀

I've already got a small, spin off mini-series of ToF called "Strings of Fate" (name pending), a whole bunch of hybrid one-shot series, a Fated/Soulmate one-shot series, a Tropes mini-series, a cam girl one-shot series, an android (based on Detroit become human) one-shot series, a fairy tale one-shot series, possibly a professors one-shot series, possibly a super heroes one-shot series, some possible OT2 (threesomes) and OT3 (foursomes) with not a single idea in mind, and some one-shots regarding the boys' myth 5 star cards!

I'll be explaining them below the cut! 🩷

So yall can let me know which you would like to see first, I'll tell you what I've got so far with each of them! Since I'm, also, completely unsure which I want to work on or if I want to change the idea entirely. Maybe yall will have some thoughts on how I can work the ideas a bit better as well!

I can't say much on the spin-off since it's major spoilers for ToF and, so, I'll probably start it after I get up to 25 or 30 chapters in posting ToF.

The hybrid ideas though...I have a lot. I got most of these (if not all of these ideas besides the hybrid ones) from my scrapped BTS fic ideas so if I decide to write BTS ones, you might see some overlapping.

Oh right, let me explain Hybrids for those who might not know. They're basically like nekos, think of those hot cat girls in anime. They're humans with animal parts or characteristics!

But anyway, the first section is "Prey Hybrids". I have Rafayel down as an axolotl, Xavier as a frosty Holland lop rabbit, Sylus as either a sika deer or a tufted deer (both are native to south asia and I have no idea which one to use), and Zayne as a Black Beauty sugar glider.

Next section is "deadly hybrids". I have Rafayel under Great White Shark (they have two penises so I could use this in the story), Xavier as a Grey Wolf (wolves can knot 👀), Sylus as a melanistic tiger, and Zayne is a leopard seal. Now, I'm not sure how I'll make Zayne into a leopard seal hybrid, I was going to use a snow leopard but...I have a "polar hybrid" section coming up soon and also I didn't want two big cats in one part.

Now, we're onto "domesticated hybrids" so think of your cats, dogs, any animal that humans have thought "hey, that'd be a good pet" fits here. Rafayel is a calico koi fish (still undecided here), Xavier is a Corgi (I thought golden retriever but I didn't want to say the obvious), Sylus is a black smoke Maine Coon, and Zayne as an Agouti Husky.

"Uncanny Hybrids" is our next category and for uncanny, I wanted to do hybrids that not a lot of people write for. Like you usually see cats, dogs, octopi, sharks, squid, and stuff like that so I wanted to do the ones that not many people would do and that's difficult. Rafayel would be a chevrotain (which is a mouse deer with little fangs), Xavier would (fittingly) be a sloth, Sylus would be a vampire bat, and Zayne would be a Kangaroo (I might swap Sylus and Zayne but do note that Kangaroo have two penises as well; and I have no idea how to explain to my FBI agent just why my search history is filled with stuff like this but I must do my research for stories 😞).

Two more categories. We have "Polar hybrids" as mentioned earlier and "Mythological Hybrids".

For the polar ones, Rafayel is an arctic fox, Xavier is a penguin, Sylus is a snow owl, and Zayne is a polar bear!

As for the mythological, it's half unfinished. I only have Rafayel as a kitsune and Sylus as a cerberus/hellhound hybrid with Y/n being the daughter of Hades.

The Fated/Soulmate series! I'm unsure what to call this exactly. I might have it under "Fated mini-series" but it's going to be four different one-shots with each of the guys under a different soulmate trope. So you can give me feedback about this as well or even comment something you'd want to see instead or even help add upon the idea itself!

Rafayel's soulmate trope would be the "colourblind until you touch" trope. Where everyone is colourblind until you meet your soulmate but for an added twist, the first touch from your soulmate leaves an imprint wherever they touched. So, for example, Rafayel grabs your arm as you try to leave and it leaves a pretty, water-coloured imprint on your wrist. I think that would be a fitting and cute combination for Rafayel.

Xavier's soulmate trope would either be "dreams of a past life together", so you both dream of your past life and have to find the person in your dreams, or "at a young age, you can make something and send it to your soulmate. This item will be key in finding your soulmate as an adult." So, let's say you send Xavier the star sword tassel and he sends you a crystal (imagine the protocore he tries to give the mc in his anecdotes). Then, as adults, you see Xavier walking to class with the charm on his backpack while your grandma, Josephine, turned the crystal into a necklace. Edit; this has been changed to a "tattoo mark" appearing when making contact with your soulmate annnnd the guideverse (so think espers and guides)

Zayne's is, by far, my favourite idea. It's "once you touch your soulmate, you get opposing evols". So similar to "opposites attract". You're childhood friends with Zayne and for some reason (spoilers), you wear gloves so you can touch anyone. Zayne also wears gloves in solidarity with you but, one day, he forgets his gloves and catches you when you slip. His hands touch your bare elbows and suddenly, he has an ice evol and yours is fire. For some extra angst, fire is traumatic for you and so is the thought of soulmates.

Sylus's is more of a funny idea than anything. A "tangible red string of fate" so similar to the evol linkage in game. He can drag you around with it and everything. It gets more visible and stronger the more you think about the other person, so at first its barely even noticeable and he can't move you with it. But soon, he can literally drag you out with him and you can play a funny game of tug-of-war with it. Edit; I really want to change this one so i might hold a voting for it as well

I also had the fleeting idea of grumpy x sunshine but that's more of a "trope" than a soulmate trope.

I also have another good fate idea for Rafayel, a stand-alone one. This soulmate au would be "your soulmate is from another world and you get dreams of their day-to-day life. You must decide if you'll cross over to their world by your 23rd birthday and, if you choose not to, you'll lose your connection to them." In this au, Rafayel would be the God of the Sea and you would be an average person. Rafayel would be more than willing to leave his life for his soulmate but as the last God of the Sea...You end up making the decision for him.

The Tropes mini-series;

So this one is a four-shot with an accumulation of tropes. So each LADS boy will have a one-shot of a different trope. Like friends to lovers, rivals to lovers, etc.

I could've went the obvious route and chose Zayne or Xavier as childhood friends to lovers but I didn't want the easy way out to be honest.

The trope I chose for Rafayel is "amnesia". You've lost your memory and woke up in the hospital with a man seated next to you. His hand desperately gripping your own as if he were a balloon about to fly away. "Uh...hello?" You ask, your throat feeling dry as if you hadn't spoken in weeks. "Y/n!?" The man jerks awake with wide eyes. Tears flood his waterline and he gently cups your face. You can feel his hands trembling and you tilt your head to the side, confused, "Are you...my boyfriend?" "What-" Rafayel looked confused, but it only takes a few seconds before he nods, "Yes. I'm Rafayel, your boyfriend."

In actuality, you're his bodyguard and you got injured trying to protect him. He lies to you because he doesn't want you to put yourself in danger for him anymore.

Edit; this one has since been changed to "love at first sight" + reincarnation + slight enemies to lovers

Xavier's trope is a complete flip on what you would originally expect. I chose "rivals to lovers" for him, just because I had a small idea where he could be a lightseeker and you would be the other faction. (I forgot the names of the knights on Philo, they're from Xavier's lightseeker myth if you're confused) But you also get annoyed with Xavier because he keeps putting off his princely duties. Annnnd it would be funny to call him "Princess". I have since changed mind and Xavier's "Pragma(tic) Love" is out now!

Zayne's trope is also not "friends to lovers". Instead I thought "forbidden love". This one is a bit of a stretch and I can tweak it if it's unliked but this would be a fantasy au where Zayne is from the Kingdom of Linkon and he's a saint blessed by Astra (the God from his Forseer myth) and you are a princess from the Kingdom of Philo. You were blessed by the Goddess Lux (I made her up and her name means light) and you've come to Linkon's Kingdom to possibly marry their prince, Greyson (I didn't want to use a love interest for this role), and unite the kingdoms. Instead you, a princess from a kingdom who doesn't believe in Astra, and Zayne, a follower of Astra, fall in love. Also, Zayne's powers cannot affect you because of Lux's blessing, which gives you the ability to resonate (make other's powers stronger), heal, and create a ball of light so hot that it feels like fire itself. Edit; this one has been changed to "brother's best friend" <3

Now, Sylus is our friends to lovers! A modern au friends to lovers where your mother is a top operative in Onychinus, a crime syndicate led by Sylus's parents. You meet while young (but not too young) and have a seven year age gap. You've always had a crush on Sylus, since you were little, and Sylus possibly does but he avoids thinking about it because of your age difference. At 30, he feels like he's way too old for you, at 23 in this. Now, to not make it weird, your mother passes away and you're sent to your grandma, Josephine's to live a better life away from all the crime. You grow up there from highschool, all the way until college when disaster strikes. On your way home for springbreak with Caleb, your friend- who your grandmother took in, your home explodes. The blast kills both Caleb and your grandma. This was clearly an attack by a rival gang and Sylus steps in to take you back to Onychinus.

Edit; this one has been changed as well, I'm unsure of what just yet though, but there's a voting for what it could be! (Sept 2, 2024)

I hope you guys aren't tired of this by now! But either way, I'll keep going since I'm not done yet. I just wanna put my ideas out there and figure out which I should be working on as I post my weekly chapters for "Twist of Fate".

The next category is the "camgirl" mini-series. This one was a must-have to add because I've read so many BTS camgirl one-shots and loved them so much. I doubt any of the four guys would ever want their love on camera for everyone to see but they might not mind as much if they're on screen with her...

So for Sylus, I already have a name. I came up with it at work- "Welcome to the Puppet Show".

The idea is as follows, "Sylus strings you up like a puppet with his evol during one of your weekly cam-sessions." That's it. That's all I got.

For the rest, Xavier's would be the usual. He's your childhood friend and he recently gifted you a necklace for your birthday. His friend, Jeremiah, tells him about this camgirl website and jokingly shows him a few videos. After this, Xavier has been watching your lives for a while now until he notices something peculiar in today's session. You're wearing the necklace he gave you. He instantly knows it's you because he got the necklace custom made and he confronts you about it.

Rafayel is a tattoo artist and he recently gave you a tattoo. It was a pretty unique one so he'd never forget what it looked like, especially where you had it done. A cute, little koi fish ying-yang under your breast. He sees the tattoo in one of your cam-sessions and I'm not sure how you would meet up after that, if I'm honest so let's move on to Zayne.

Zayne is your partner during your cam-shows. He's your close friend from school and once he learnt of your cam-shows, he casually offers to be a part of them for when your fans get tired of your solo lives. He's always only lent a hand, never actually fucking you. Neither on camera nor off. But on your final live, you ask him to fuck you. This is your final live because you're planning on confessing your feelings for him afterward.

Now, we're onto the most unsure one of all; the Android mini-series.

The Android mini-series is, once again, solo one-shots compiled into a series. This series was heavily taken from an old bts mini-series I had. Like Rafayel's would've been Taehyung's (his model would've been the Vante KTH7-1230), Xavier's would've been Jimin's (his model would've been PJM7-1013), Zayne's would've been Namjoon's (his model being Holmes 2.0 KNJ7-0912), and Sylus's would've been Yoongi's (his model being OG Holmes MYG7-0309). So, I might change Zayne and Sylus's models because I might want to write this idea for bts in the future, but just let me know if you want to see it and I'll make some changes!

For Rafayel's, you were fully colourblind when you were younger but you were deadset on becoming an artist. Your grandma, Josephine, had always wanted the best for you so she worked many days of overtime at her job until she could finally afford a corrective surgery- but only for one eye. You've gotten the surgery, which was replacing your original eye with an android one so now you have one e/c (eye colour) eye and one magenta eye. Later on in life, you were finally in college for an art degree and your professor gifts you his old android. A Delaux model (the model is named after a famous artist who painted mermaids) with the ID number RF04-0306. The Delaux model of androids are used to help artists with colour correction and matching, give input on what would sell best or look more appealing to buyers, and even give an artist ideas for artworks or create compelling backstories that their artwork could be based upon. All Delaux androids have unnatural coloured hair since it's against their coding to have nature hair because it's normal and therefore boring for such an artsy android model. Rafayel is the only Delaux model with his hair colour.

Next up is Xavier. He's a Lux model android with the ID XV04-1016. Lux model androids are primarily used as an assist for the military and police force as replacements for the K-9 unit, so they're lithe and light on their feet. These models always have blonde or silver hair if they work for the police and black hair if they're affiliated with the military. If they have any different hair colour, then the Lux model is considered defective and is terminated. These models cannot be kept by the public because they're a higher caliber of android, unless they are protecting a rich client. For your story, you find him in an alleyway or maybe a garbage dump and he's half destroyed. You decide to bring him home to your mechanic shop (your home is above the shop) to repair him. Once your power him on, he remembers nothing so you decide to keep him around- almost as if he's a stray dog. Also, in this story, you have an android arm. For this one, I'm 100% sure if I want him to be a military android but it makes sense for him. It was either this or a sex worker android and I feel like that doesn't fit with him..

Zayne is a Holmes 2.0 model android with the ID number ZY04-0905. The one and only Holmes model in existence since the last one was shut down because it was ruled compromised (or deviant) after a various amount of tests. The Holmes model is a less animalistic version of the Lux model; These androids are more intuitive and less likely to instigate conflict. Black hair is their only choice of hair colour, anything else and they will be decommissioned. In this, you are a damn good detective. The best there ever was...until your accident. You miscalculated an explosion radius during your last big mission and it costed you big time. You ended up losing both an arm and a leg. Your boss (the chief of police) compensated you for your injuries. He provided you with an android arm and leg to replace what you had lost and a brand new Holmes 2.0 model android to be your little sidekick for the next few months, until you can get used your new limbs. This would be his first official test run before the EVER corporation created more of his model. But you hated it. You felt useless to your team and you felt less human with your new android add-ons. You pretty much took out your anger on your newly acquired android because they gave you an android to solve a problem that an android caused in the first place! Damn defective android almost killed you, all because it "didn't want to die". I love the premise of this but Holmes doesn't fit with Zayne's aesthetic. I can always swap him to a medical assistance android where Y/n has a heart condition and Zayne is her android that takes care of her but it's up to yall! If I change Zayne, I have to change Sylus's though because their models go hand in hand for the story.

And lastly, we have Sylus. He...can't remember his model name but he knows his ID number, SL04-0418. Though, every time he looks up his ID number, he gets no results. Nothing. It's almost as if his model never existed or...it was decommissioned. That would mean he's defective and he doesn't want to admit that. He doesn't want to be shut down. After searching, he soon learns that he might be the original Holmes model but...it's not like he can just ask anyone, they'd shut him down if he asked..right?

You have worked in the big, shiny and glaringly white EVER corporation building for years at this point, creating and customizing many androids that are constantly in every day use. You painstakingly detailed everything about these androids from their faces to even their personalities and the very first Holmes model was no exception. You grew very close to this android during the years of designing and creating him, you even gave him a name. Sylus. He was one of your favourites, out of all of your creations, and...he was decommissioned. You honestly never thought you'd see him again until you were brought in to shut him down and you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You had loosely based his looks on an old friend whom you had a one-sided crush on. From his hair to his eyebrows, his physique and even the scar on his chest. You were able to take full creative liberties with the very first Holmes model android because, well, it was the first in existence. But now, he's just called a failed prototype. You made him too...human. Too independent and strong willed. This wasn't the designated personality for a Holmes model android and this ultimately led to a cop becoming gravely injured on Sylus's first mission. The negligence caused by your own hand haunts your every day because you could've killed someone. It would've been your fault, after all. But now with that android, your android, standing right in front of you once more...You can't seem to let him go. You can't lose him, not for a second time. You're willing to throw your whole job away to protect him, sick and tired of androids being treated horribly just because they're becoming self aware and more human. So again, let me know if you like this idea and if you do, I hope you won't mind if I end up re-hashing it when I possibly make my bts android mini-series <3 because I genuinely can't think of anything that works with Sylus. Nothing else really makes sense but I'm also unsure of how the story would go with this one 🤔

I think we're at the half-way point! This is where it goes downhill to be honest. The only good one here is the first one, I feel, but if I thought about it more, I'm sure I'd find better ideas for the other guys.

Rafayel's fairy tale story is quite obvious. It's "The Little Mermaid" but flipped. You would be Eric and Rafayel would be Ariel, however Eric would be the one wanting to be part of Ariel's world. You've seen him in the ocean multiple times from your beach house. Honestly, the first time you saw him, you thought he was drowning but then you saw the beautiful purple and blue tail fin that adorned his lower half. He was...a mermaid? Every day for a few weeks, you'd take some time out of your day just to watch him breach the surface and play around with the seagulls. He would sometimes sit atop driftwood and large boulders in the ocean. He was a sight to behold. And then, he began to take notice of you. Eventually, the two of you begin engaging in conversation- but not before he accuses you of wanting to fillet him like a fish. As the two of you grow close and he tells you stories about his home, Lemuria, you decide you want to be a part of his world. You find a traveling witch and she gives you an ultimatum. You can become a mermaid to live with Rafayel but you must give something up equal in return. Now, the tricky part is, I'm not sure what I want for Y/n to lose. I don't want it to be her voice, her eyesight, her emotions, so I'm thinking maybe she gains a heart condition so she can be with him but not for a long time. Though, this heart condition can be cured with an act of passion. An action that would tug on anyone's heart strings would be enough to snap the strings of Y/n's heart back into place. Also some mermaids are depicted with two penises so...Yeah!

Xavier's is yet another obvious one. I decided to go with "Sleeping Beauty" but I can always change it if I can find a better one. On the day the little prince was born, a warlock appeared and let out a cackle, "I shall curse the sole heir to Philo's throne. This kingdom has brought many sufferings to warlocks and witches alike and it shall be brought down by the prince himself!" The warlock, named Luminous (I came up with that on the spot but it's a parallel to Maleficent and Lumiere) also cursed the king and queen with infertility so they couldn't just have another child. And so, on Prince Xavier's 23rd birthday, Luminous reappeared and unsealed the curse upon the prince. Thorns erupted through the banquet hall, wrapping around the entire castle, and whomever was pricked by the thorns fell into a deep slumber. 50 years have passed since the kingdom of Philo fell into a deep slumber and you, a witch who was also childhood friends with the prince, decide to sneak into the castle and plunder it for any treasures it may hold. While searching, you prick your finger on a thorn and panic, thinking you will also succumb to the curse. However, you don't. This could be because you're a witch or because you're just the protagonist. Either way, this leads you to believe that you could wake Xavier up and this option would pave the way for more money in the future so it's your best opportunity for some quick wealth. As you head over to Xavier, pondering on how you could wake him up, you end up tripping over something on the floor and you land on top of him. Your lips crashing into his and you can taste your own blood. Congrats, you've awoken sleeping beauty! :D

Sylus's story...I'm torn between "Rapunzel" and "The Beauty and the Beast". He's got the Flynn Ryder aesthetic but also the Beast's at the same time so once I come up with a storyline, I'll probably make my decision.

Zayne's is also another hard decision. I could go for the obvious "Frozen" or perhaps Mulan. I'll explain my Frozen storyline though since that's all I've got. So Zayne is Elsa and you have the power of fire. (I haven't seen Frozen 2 but I think there's a girl who wields fire in it?) You don't know that you have this power and you were a princess who was just banished from your Kingdom, Philo, due to the false charge of trying to murder your step mother, the queen. You were banished from your warm kingdom to a desolate, snowy forest in the Kingdom of Linkon. And here, you stumble upon Zayne's ice castle that he created with his powers. Now, the story behind your false charges is, your step mother went from a mistress to a queen after your mother passed away and your step mother got rid of you because she wants her son, the king's non-bilogical, to be next in line for the throne instead of you. So, instead of fighting your way to go back home, you convince Zayne to allow you to stay in his castle until the snow storm outside subsides and you can leave. Soon, you learn of your fire powers and Zayne offers to aid you in learning how to use them. Also, Zayne's younger brother Greyson (He is Ana here) and his girlfriend Yvonne (She is Kristoff) are the rulers of Linkon because Zayne locked himself away in the castle in fear that his powers would hurt someone.

Here's where the ideas get less and less detailed. This was another mini-series taken from my old bts ones and honestly, I might not even write these but I thought it would be nice to add them here just in case.

Zayne would be an English professor with you as his teaching assistant. Even though you're an assistant, you also do some classwork to bide your time when you're not busy and even turn it in to Zayne to have him 'grade' it. This week's essay for a romance essay and you decided to write a steamy little romance essay for fun and submit it to Zayne after class. A week passes by and you're worried he either saw it and didn't care or he's going to mention it when you leave expect it- which he does the latter. He's intrigued at how knowledgeable and intimate the scenes are, and questions if you've done something like this before. You respond that you're a virgin and Zayne asks, "Would you like to feel how your essay would play out?"

For Rafayel, I'd do the obvious choice of an Art Professor with you as his teaching assistant (you're always the teaching assistance because Professor x student feels a bit icky to me, just the power dynamic and everything. I'm not too into writing it). Anyway, he needs you to be a model for a painting but never tells you just what kind of model.

Sylus's could be a physical education professor, I'm not sure if that's even a type of professor? (I didn't go to college so I wouldn't know) but I'm on the fence about this one. I could base it loosely off of his boxing 5 star card.

Xavier would be the Theatre/Drama professor and he needs you to be his supporting actress for rehearsals. Maybe you both are participating in a big play with the students and you need to practice your lines?

Because these ones are specifically so short, I'm not going to add a break in-between. It feels unnecessary but the next idea is superheroes. Honestly since I love Spiderman so much, I might make them all spiderman but for now...here's the ideas.

Xavier would be Lumiere (comparable to Spiderman), Rafayel would be spiderman (because I don't want to write aquaman-), Zayne could be winter soldier, and Sylus might fit as Iron Man. So in these stories, you'd be Iron man's secretary (so think Pepper), spiderman's best friend, lumiere's biggest fan and probably a reporter, and I'm drawing a blank on winter soldier.

The superhero one is honestly my weakest link when it comes to these one-shots but I really want to give it a shot.

Then, the actual one-shots that wouldn't be in series's would be all of their 5 star myth cards but reimagined. So I wouldn't write them word for word, just loosely base them on it.

The only example I have is for the Sea God myth.

So in this story, you're still an orphan being raised by the emissaries as a sacrifice for the Sea God but you have grandma Josephine, who was a clergy woman at the church you were confined to. She would tell you all kinds of stories about Lemuria and the people who lived under the deep sea. Then, on your 19th birthday, she passes away and shortly after, you were thrown into the sea as a sacrifice for the Sea God. I set the age at 18/19 just because Rafayel's coming of age ceremony to become the Sea God is within the 5 star myth cards and usually your coming of age ceremony (at least in ro-fan manhwas) is around the age of 16 to 19.

Annnnd that should be it! I really wanted to add my space/alien! Bts au since I really like it and will more than likely write it in the future, but this isn't a bts post so I don't want to write about them too much here but if you want to hear about it then I might make a separate post about it!

With that being said, I hope you enjoyed reading through my ideas for the future and have some that you're looking forward to! Other than that, my next post will be Chapters Six and Seven for "Twist of Fate" on late Friday or sometime Saturday! I don't have an exact time since I'll have to cross-post to both wattpad and AO3 but it'll be one of those two days. I'll possibly even post chapter eight as well, but I'm not too sure yet since I'm writing chapter twenty and I don't want to post too many chapters at once. I'll see y'all once more on friday/saturday! 🩷

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🌈 Queer Books Out December 2023 🌈

🌈 Good afternoon, my bookish bats! Struggling to keep up with all the amazing queer books coming out this month? Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Remember to #readqueerallyear! Happy reading!

❤️ Caught in a Bad Fauxmance by Elle Gonzalez Rose 🧡 Heartstopper #5 by Alice Oseman 💛 This Cursed Light by Emily Thiede 💚 All The Hidden Paths by Foz Meadows 💙 Vampires of Eden: Book One by Karla Nikole 💜 Not My Type by Joe Satoria ❤️ Storm in Her Heart by KC Luck 🧡 Eternal Embrace by Luna Lawson 💛 A River of Golden Bones by A.K. Mulford 💙 Tomb of Heart and Shadow by Cara N. Delaney 💜 Through the Embers Volume 2 by Adriana Sargent 🌈 Lucero by Maya Motayne

❤️ The Poison Paradox by Hadley Field & Felix Green 🧡 Second Chances in New Port Stephen: A Novel by TJ Alexander 💛 Matrimonial Merriment by Nicky James 💚 Under the Christmas Tree by Jacqueline Ramsden 💙 Every Beat of Her Heart by KC Richardson 💜 The Memories of Marlie Rose by Morgan Lee Miller ❤️ Playing with Matches by Georgia Beers 🧡 Always Only You by Chloe Liese 💛 Fire in the Sky by Radclyffe and Julie Cannon 💙 Nuclear Sunrise by Jo Carthage 💜 The Naked Dancer by Emme C. Taylor 🌈 Resurrections by Ada Hoffmann

❤️ Destiny’s Women by Morgan Elliott 🧡 Framed by Kate Merrill 💛 The Spoil of Beasts by Gregory Ashe 💚 Catered All the Way by Annabeth Albert 💙 A Cynic’s Christmas Conundrum by L.M. Bennett 💜 Yours for the Taking by Gabrielle Korn ❤️ One Swipe Away by Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue 🧡 The Gentlemen’s Club by A.V. Shener 💛 A Death at the Dionysus Club by Melissa Scott and Amy Griswold 💙 Secrets of the Soul by Holly Oliver 💜 Like They Do in the Movies by Nan Campbell 🌈 Limelight by Gun Brooke

❤️ Heart First by S.B. Barnes 🧡 Grave Consequences by Sandra Barret 💛 Haunted by Myth by Barbara Ann Wright 💚 Invisible by Anna Larner 💙 The Murders at Sugar Mill Farm by Ronica Black 💜 Coasting and Crashing by Ana Hartnett ❤️ Fairest by K.S. Trenten 🧡 A City of Abundant Opportunity by Howard Leonard 💛 The Dark Side of MIdnight by Erin Wade 💙 Mending Bones by Merlina Garance 💜 Transform by Connal Braginsky & Sean Ian O’Meidhir 🌈 The Apple Diary by Gerri Hill

❤️ TruLove by Nicole Pyland 🧡 Structural Support by Sloan Spencer 💛 Whiskey War by Stacy Lynn Miller 💚 Overkill by Lou Wilham 💙 Heart of Outcasts by Nicole Silver 💜 In the Shadow of Victory by J. E. Leak ❤️ Just Like Her by Fiona Zedde 🧡 Gingerbread: Claus For Christmas by Miski Harris 💛 Lies are Forever by C. Jean Downer 💙 The Boys in the Club by M.T. Pope 💜 Lasting Light (Metal & Magic) by Michelle Frost 🌈 Tell No Tales by Edie Montreux

❤️ Radio Silence by Alice Oseman 🧡 Even Though We're Adults Vol. 7 by Takako Shimura 💛 The Accidental Bite by Michelle St. Wolf 💚 Mated to the Demons by Taylor Schafer 💙 Someday Away by Sara Elisabeth 💜 Gatherdawn Luminia Duet Volume 1 by Lee Colgin ❤️ Curse of Dawn by Richard Amos 🧡 Healing the Twin by Nora Phoenix 💛 Ride Me by KD Ellis 💙 How to Bang a Vampire by Joe Satoria 💜 Cthulhu for Christmas by Meghan Maslow 🌈 Prestige by Toni Reeb

❤️ Don't Look Down by Jessica Ann 🧡 Winter and the Wolves by Chris Storm and Kinkaid Knight 💛 Hat Trick by Ajay Daniel 💚 Starborn Husbands: Return to the Pleiades by S. Legend 💙 Dead Serious Case #4 Professor Prometheus Plume by Vawn Cassidy 💜 Practice for Toby by Amy Bellows ❤️ The Siren's Song by Crista Crown 🧡 Hers to Hunt K.J. Devoir