#the green eyed Lycan

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2023.04 ~ Top 10 longest fics posted on AO3

1. When Harry Sniffed Draco by CorvetteClaire [E, 137k]

►Once upon a time, wizard blood was mingled with that of wolves and a race of magical creatures known as Lycans was born. In the millennia since the race nearly died out, until Lycans have become little more than legends or fairytales. So imagine his surprise when, shortly after his 18th birthday, Draco Malfoy goes into heat! Draco now finds himself in the awkward position of being the only known Omega in the wizarding world. [...] The only saving grace for Draco is that Alphas are even rarer than Omegas, and the chances of him running afoul of one at Hogwarts are virtually nil. Until Harry Potter turns up, that is.

2. It Started With A Handshake by i_dont_read [E, 113k]

►One year after the war, Draco Malfoy is fresh out of a three-month term in Azkaban. As part of his parole, he's back at Hogwarts as an eighth year student to finish his studies. All Draco wants to do is lie low and make it out of Hogwarts in one piece, but when he finds that he's forced to room with none other than Harry Potter, that proves to be much more difficult than Draco anticipated. After a particularly eventful detention together, Harry and Draco must reconcile their relationship. What started as a volatile feud eventually becomes something much deeper than either of them could've imagined. The question is, will Draco ever come to terms with his feelings, or will he be left pining forever in secret?

3. Twenty-Two Cards series by peu_a_peu [E, 105k, 6 works]

►Aurors Potter and Malfoy crack the case.

4. A little bit confused but not at all surprised by indigospacehopper [M, 103k]

►When auror-in-training Harry Potter accidentally drinks a truth potion, he’s sent straight to St Mungo’s for their expert potions master to help him. The problem? Draco Malfoy is the expert potions master, and he’s having far too much fun taunting Harry about his problem. However, more sinister things are afoot and whilst Harry and Draco bicker and flirt, dark forces prepare to make their move…

5. What The Fuck Draco Malfoy! by Silverhood [M, 70k]

►After being almost killed by Harry Potter, Draco decided that being a death eater is most definitely not what he wants with his life. After lots of planning, and a bit of help from his Godfather, Draco finally comes up with a way to escape. Becoming an animagus and fake his death. /// Snape brings in a strange creature to the great hall with him. Harry finds it adorable. Dumbledore is not pleased.

6. A Game of Cat and Mouse by @steampunkserpent27 [E, 66k]

►It's best to not stand too close to the water's edge, lest something pulls you into the deep. Draco knows this well, but something keeps dragging him back to the elusive, green-eyed stranger waiting for him by the dock.

7. Your Soul Sat On My Lips by @m0srael [E, 61k]

►Sometimes, two broken men can love one another whole again, and sometimes they can’t. That doesn’t mean they don’t deserve to try.

8. along each garden wall by @oflights [E, 61k]

►Draco has to have a baby (or have one on the way) at the time of his fast-approaching 35th birthday, or he's going to lose his home to his vile cousin. Harry offers to help, but their complex past—even beyond Hogwarts—prompts Draco to set out on a long journey of friendship, kittens, gardens, motorbike rides, and more.

9. Under the Invisibility Cloak by bribri02 [E, 54k]

►Draco and Harry have been hanging out on top the Astronomy Tower. Only Draco doesn't know it's Harry he's starting to catch feeling, for the Gryffindor stays hidden from his love under his cloak.

10. Thunder in Our Hearts by Miss_and_the_Rope [E, 50k]

►Harry and Draco both turn to running to help them process their trauma after the war and they end up bonding over it. Will their newfound friendship turn to something more or will it crumble under the pressure of their pasts?

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arranged love by @stvrlvghtwrites [M, 28k]

Come, To Say Thank You by @shewhomustnotbenamed [E, 10k]

I just wanted you to know (that this is me trying) by Kendra_Storm [T, 13k]

In Memoriam (S.B, J.P, R.L) by @unturbulent [M, 33k]

An Open Mind by NettaAmi [M, 14k]

Safe With You by @amillionregrets [M, 28k]

Slippery as a Snake by sweetasmaple [M, 12k]

Under the Confetti Mist by @azalealarae [E, 12k]

We are strangers again. by IcarusGWings [E, 14k]

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I posted 6,966 times in 2022

That's 5,381 more posts than 2021!

469 posts created (7%)

6,497 posts reblogged (93%)

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I tagged 4,378 of my posts in 2022

Only 37% of my posts had no tags

#lt - 1,266 posts

#hahsjdjiajhs - 838 posts

#hs - 351 posts

#hl - 272 posts

#lt world tour - 203 posts

#fic rec - 162 posts

#hs3 - 147 posts

#a love like theirs - 138 posts

#lt pride - 131 posts

#lt2 - 111 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#and how it said something along the that maybe he's not out there waving flags like his other band members but know that he's just as proud

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Blood Right  by @evinaadlene

Evina1234 II 200k II Explicit

Moodboard by @sarcastic-sue 

“Is that-him?” someone next to Louis asks. “Who else would dress in red if not for him today?” Beside Louis, Lady Camellia had her eyes locked on the one in red garbs, as same as many around them. Clearly this must be intended, or why dress in such a way today at first place? “My... He looks dashing." the first one licks her lips, eyes darkening in a laced lust. "Who would've known? Thought he'd be in chains, stuck in a dark dungeon." The other scoffs. “Have you been under a rock? He's the most privileged Lycan alive. The King's ward, some go so far as to call him his consort. It’s all hushed, but I have my sources.” she reveals like a dirty secret. In a world where the Vampires have taken over, Humans are just pawns in blood farms, Warlocks are extinct while the King has Lycans under his thumb - eliminating the threat of the lethal bite. The world is falling apart. Louis, nephew to the malistic Vampire King, lives away from it all in blessed ignorance until he gets dragged into the chessboard that traps him in front of a green eyed Prince who is bound to a miserable fate. Or where Louis wants to save Harold, the Prince of Lycans, when Louis' allies want him DEAD.

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P.S.(@sarcastic-sue​) - I love it (the story), I hate it (the characters, hope every single one of them rots in hell) and I can’t take it (the wait for next chapter), but I keep coming back to you...

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#4

Actions and Consequences  by

HelenaAzure II 95K II Mature

Moodboard by @sarcastic-sue​

For each action, there will always be a consequence. No one knows it better than Harry. Lies, deceit, tricks, treachery. When kings and queens come down to play, things are bound to get bloody. The question is- who will survive... and who will fall?

Harry is a prince. Louis is a King. They are destined to be together. But things are much more complicated than it meets the eyes. Throw in a war, a life long secret born of deception, a quiet love, a treason of the highest sorts, a mysterious child of royal lineage and a considerate yet troublesome horse into the mix, and you get a legend which resonates through the pages of history ---- This is a story about finding strength within yourself and healing. About friendship and true love. It gets real rough, and the characters fall. But they get back up again stronger than ever.

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#2

Me randomly remembering that Larry is real

586 notes - Posted April 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

A big fuck you to the hypocrites on tumblr who reblog the "queer people who are closeted are vaild" post every pridemonth like clockwork and in the same breath call harry styles a queerbaiter because you can't put him in all those boxes that you created for your own benefit

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[danaera-of-clanciorba]

He led the cat to the pack house, where several other wolves waited with bated breath. There was a relief when they saw Daemon return, but it only lasted a moment as they noticed he was followed...

"Who tha fock is that?" One of them, a blonde furred male with vibrant green eyes, watched the interloper, a growl in his Scottish accent.

"It's a fucking cat is what it is..." another male, a little bigger than the other, with a vibrant coat of brown, white, and black, replied, "looks like he picked up another stray...".

Another black wolf, a dazzling blue eyed female watched Daemon and the newcomer. She wagged her tail as he came over and nuzzled her.

"Everyone...Stand around...come on, I wanna make this as clear as possible".

Soon, Lilith was surrounded by wolves. There was the blonde, a pretty silver female, a tall maned wolf, the vibrant one next to them, and a red she wolf that stood proudly next to the black female.

"This is Lilith. She's a newly turned...yes, she is a werecat" Daemon explained, "however,I intend to help teach her our ways-".

"Our ways are not werecats ways" the maned wolf, a female, told him, "they cannot learn what we know".

"She's a lycan. Werecats aren't that different from werewolves, Amara".

Lilith had been running for hours, trying to outrun the hunters that had been chasing her. She had found her way to a clearing that had a long fall at the end of it and she knew that her luck may have ran out, she turned and looked at wherever the hunters would come, standing her ground.

(Made an oc, that’s a Werecat!)

The wolves were out tonight and they smelled someone or something new in their territory. Daemon had smelled something similar before, but not in a long time. Werecats were, in fact, rare, especially of the smaller variety.

But humans had also come. Daemon being the alpha of the pack, had no desire to put the rest of his family in danger. He told the others to stay close to the pack house while he dealt with the humans coming too close.

The hunters became the hunted, and soon all were taken out by the largest lycanthrope one could ever see. A giant, black furred wolf the size of a war horse, with eyes that gleamed like rubies. Daemon was a sight to behold, typical of a Giru lycanthrope, as rare as they were. Knowing the werecat most likely wouldn't talk willingly, the Giru had to use the alpha voice.

"State your business here, child".

The Alpha Voice had the power to control any lycanthrope, no matter the type. Daemon only used it sparingly, not wanting to interfere with the free will of others. But werecats and werewolves had a very hostile relationship to say the least. They were rivals by nature, so it made sense. Even now Daemon was resisting the urge to tear the young one apart.

[freyanistics]

More fluffy Cassandra? Please? Or fluffy Bela? I really enjoyed the last one it was very endearing.

Anon I hope you like dogs 🐶

The present~

It wasn’t uncommon for Natasha to leave Romania to go back to the states to visit family and friends. To the dismay of Alcina and the daughters they still helped Natasha pack up her clothes in a suitcase and wait by the door as she kissed them each on the forehead.

“It’s only a week, I won’t be gone long!” She says.

Usually one of the girls would occupy her through the village to ensure no lycans mistook her as a snack.

Before leaving she’d always ask the same question, “What do y’all want while I’m over there?”

For Bela it would be more astronomical or biology books and kits.

For Daniela more romance and other genre of books, as well as plush toys to decorate her bed.

Cassandra was always weapons, specifically a gun. (“No Cass I cannot bring any weapons through the airport.”)

Eventually Cassandra just asked to be surprised. And that’s what Natasha intended to do.

As the week ends Natasha made her return to the village carrying her suitcase and other bags. It took a minute of struggling to get back to the castle but once a few maids spotted the second lady of the house coming up the winding path they rushed to help retrieve her things.

It didn’t take long for the rest of the family to hear the news and rush to greet her, flies swarming around the short woman with a few landing on her shoulders and neck.

“Yes yes I missed you too, but can y’all let me get inside first?” Natasha says jokingly as she finally enters the castle.

“It’s so good to have you back, draga mea. How was your family?”Alcina purrs as she descends down the stairs towards her beloved.

“Everyone is fine. My mom said hello and made me bring some gifts back.” Natasha says as she wraps her arms around the countess’s waist in a hug.

“Gifts from grandmother? Oh mama can we open them now? Please?” Daniela begs as she swarms over to the variety of boxes.

“Daniela dear, at least wait for your mother to get situated, I’m sure she’s exhausted from the flight back.” Alcina says gently as Daniela lets out a whine.

“Yes mother.” She replies pouting.

“Naw come on! I want y’all to open your gifts now, plus one of them can’t stay in their carrier all day.” Natasha exclaims rushing into the family room.

An hour of unwrapping gifts revealing Bela getting new books and kits, as well as a new telescope, Daniela obtaining new romance novels and a set of cute light green pjs, on top of a variety of stuffed toys including a large teddy bear. Alcina got a beautiful lapis necklace alongside a gorgeous silver watch.

When it came to Cassandra’s turn Natasha smiles softly.

“Alright close your eyes and hold your hands out.” She carefully instructs to which Cass obliges.

Picking up the white carrier Natasha unlatches it picking up a sleepy brownish red puppy causing Daniela and Bela to let out soft gasps. Placing the pup in her hands causing the pup to squirm and let out a whine.

Opening her eyes immediately Cass’s face lights up seeing the small dog. “Mama, is he for me? But we already have one?” She asks looking at Natasha wide eyed.

“Yes, but this little guy is specifically yours. I was originally going to get you a ball python,”She starts getting interrupted by a choking noise from Alcina as she was in the middle of sipping her tea, “but your mother would have definitely killed me, so I opted on the other option. Plus he’s not just any dog, he’s a bloodhound, and they’re pretty good at tracking things. They’re used in the US to track scents.” She says reaching over to scratch the pup’s ears.

“He has some big ears.” Daniela exclaims pulling at one of them gently.

“He’ll grow into them.” Natasha says. “He was the last one in the litter too, my friend told me her friend had a big litter this year and I was lucky to be able to nab one. I thought you could use a hunting buddy to track down that buck you was looking for.”

While the rest of the family spoke Cassandra was too preoccupied petting the pup. Picking him up to her face she looks into the dopey brown eyes of his.

“-Honestly Natasha we have enough mutts running around, must you have brought another to mess the furniture with?” Alcina was saying.

“Oh come on Alci you know you like Butch, plus he’s always well behaved in the house.” Natasha defends petting said dog on the head who was fast asleep next to her chair. “If it’ll make you feel better I’ll get another cat this time, I’m sure Benjamin would like that.” She said sarcastically.

Letting out a sigh Alcina turns to the brunette. “Promise me you’ll take good care of dog, and train him not to misbehave in the house.” She asks in a slightly drained tone.

“I promise mother!” Cass says grinning up at her.

“Very well, he’s going to be fully your responsibility.”

“What are you going to name him Cassandra?” Bela asked.

“Costache.”

Weeks go by with Cassandra and Costache being inseparable. Everywhere Cassandra went the little hound dog wasn’t far behind her. She had collected a few furs she obtained from her previous hunts to make a makeshift bed for him in her room.

Costache was in good hands with Cass. She made sure he had everything from toys that she made herself to getting feed meats from her hunts.

There was one instance where a maid accidentally stepped on his tail causing him to yelp out in pain. Let’s just say the maid lost a couple of toes that day.

Cassandra soon started training Costache to be a hunting dog. It would start with hiding stuff around the castle and rubbing a scent on a napkin or toy and have the pup track it until he found the hidden object. She would even hide herself and he would sniff her out. And whenever he did find the target he would let out a howl much to her delight.

It gradually went from objects and herself to tracking her family, specifically Natasha. Natasha had a secret stash of snacks that she would go to whenever she was sure none of the girls were on her radar. And that was the perfect opportunity for Cassandra to show off Costache’s skills to her sisters. Holding up one of her clothes Cassandra bends down to the dog,“Find mama, boy!” She grins.

“There’s no way he’s going to find her.” Bela says folding her arms.

“You want to bet?” Cass asks turning towards the blonde.

“If he finds her can I borrow him? There’s a little maid that keeps avoiding me.” Daniela asks bouncing up and down like a little kid.

“Oh don’t tell me you’re still trying to pursue that new maid mother hired.” Bela says raising an eyebrow.

“She’s cute and I think she likes me, she just doesn’t know it yet!” Daniela exclaims stomping her foot.

“Quiet! He got the scent!” Cass interrupts as the pup starts walking through the castle halls.

Soon they was rounding corners and halls until they got to a different side of the castle that the residents barely dwell in.

“Are you sure he knows where he’s going?” Bela asks wrinkling her nose from the dust and debris.

“I never been in this side of the castle before.” Daniela says in complete awe doing a couple of spins to assess everything.

“He knows what’s he’s doing Bela, you just need to believe in him.” Cassandra snaps.

“We’ve been walking for around 45 minutes and dinner will be served soon, I’m sure mama will pop-“ Bela was interrupted when the young bloodhound starts howling at one of the doors scratching at it.

Walking up to the door Cassandra opens it revealing Natasha sitting in an old green recliner in the middle of popping a few cheetos in her mouth.

“What the fu-“ she starts before getting bombarded by the three for a few of snacks and a small brown dog trying to climb into her lap.

Cassandra was proud of Costache that day, and she couldn’t wait when he got bigger to take him out hunting in the woods. Or better, tracking down maids.

I hope you enjoy this anon! I said somewhere that in my canon Cassandra likes dogs so I decided to give her one here. I also specifically picked a bloodhound being they’re really good at tracking things and that goes hand in hand with Cassandra.

Costache and Cassandra are going to cause chaos to that castle

[sweetwolfcupcake]

The Forest: Hide and Seek

The Forest: The Beginning

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Warning- Paranoia, Fear

The park was a soft green carpet stretched as far as she could see. The sun hid behind the heavy clouds, as usual. The cold air caressed her exposed skin cold as she walked into the park, wanting to remain in the open area, even though it was getting windy.

“Hi!” the voice did not sound to be within arm’s reach. 

Looking around, she saw Namjoon entering the park with a paper bag in his hold. As soon as he reached her, his smile had grown into a grin. He smelled like pinewood with a hint of rain-drenched soil. Overall, soothing and welcoming. He exuded a physical warmth that felt to be soothing in the weather.

“I thought of a proper picnic, so picked up a few snacks and a mat. Hope you do not mind?” 

There was a flicker of uncertainty in his usually self-assured and confident eyed. And (Y/N) was quick to soothe that.

“Oh no, no, that is such a considerate and sweet gesture. Let me find an appropriate place with here.”

“Oh, no need for that, I have recently discovered the pond this park holds, right in the middle of the boscage here. Even though it is much larger and denser than one, I must admit- it’s more like a mini-wood really.”

He beamed, excitement twinkling in his eyes as they went rounder. It was the softer side she was witnessing even though he had always had a kind and gentle demeanour. (Y/N) had never seen him like this, a child-like glee in his deep, dark eyes.

“Uh–won’t it be colder there?”

“Oh no, no, you can set a campfire with purchased wood from there. They have it all planned. It’s one of the latest parks in the city after all. Now, shall we?” he offered another kind smile, he came prepared, she could tell by how he had panned the friendly picnic.

The pond was indeed located in the middle of the boscage. And Namjoon was right, it would be unfitting to call the area a boscage, it was indeed, like a mini woods, filled with squirrels and perhaps rabbits. But that did not make (Y/N) any less uncomfortable.

The odd sensation of having eyes on her was out of pure paranoia, she knew it, but that hardly helped. There was a proper footpath and bicycle road to navigate around the greens in the park, but they appeared no less daunting to her. She kept close to Namjoon all the way to the pond.

The pond was surrounded by a small clearing and people already relaxing there. Feeding the ducks and fish there. Turned out, Namjoon had brought a packet of breadcrumbs as well.

The afternoon was spent in pleasant company. Namjoon had deep knowledge in various fields, especially regarding plants, marine animals and music. He composed music as a hobby, she discovered.

The sprawling park, as far as she had discovered, was filled with picturesque spots- no wonder it was one of the most popular picnic spots in the city.

“So, what more have you been studying in folkloristics?” 

Namjoon had a curious mind, not surprising with his degree from such a prestigious University. A scholarship, he had won a scholarship after cracking the institution’s onerous entrance exam with impressive grades.

“Ah, well, we are currently studying the folklores about Forest elves and Lycans.” 

Namjoon’s lips pulled up into an intrigued smile “That’s interesting, tell me more.” 

“As far as what we have learnt, Forest elves are viewed in a positive light by most cultures, Lycans on the other hand…” she trailed off

“What about them?” Namjoon’s tone was curious

“People are cautious bout these creatures. You see, they are associated with necromancy in some folklores. Pretty disturbing stuff, really.”

“Oh…Like?” Namjoon’s curiosity refused to ebb as he refurnished the campfire- a much-needed task- seeing how quickly the temperature had begun to drop. 

“Like…How they carnage, how they hunted humans and their livestock and stuff.”

The sun had begun to dip and the clouds cleared just enough for the place to be lit up by the fading, golden sunlight. The hues of orange splashed over Namjoon, his features illuminated into perfection, especially his eyes- those deep swirls of coffee that flashed copper just for a moment when the waning sunrays were at their brightest before darkness began to overshadow the place once more.

“Uh, it’s getting late, don’t you think we should be heading back home?” (Y/N) looked around, only a few people remained near the pond, most of whom had begun to pick up their mats and lunchboxes.

“Don’t worry, it’s not like this a real forest. Besides, I know this place well enough, I come here every morning and evening for a run.” Namjoon reassured in vain. 

As the darkness began to shroud the place, she grew anxious. Places like these were the ones she felt the least safe in. Licking her lips, she tried to come up with some excuse to head back home before nightfall.

“Namjoon I have to go to bed early, I even have one assignment to complete. Can we please head back?”

“Oh, I see, let’s go then.” he agreed with a smile, even though he clearly had intended to stay until later.

“Oh, these are the unused pieces of wood, wait, I will deposit them back. You can pack up the rest meanwhile, okay?” he offered, to which, she nodded as she began to roll the picnic mat while Nmaoon walked away.

By the time she was done, the sun had dipped away and the remaining light was fading too soon, yet, there was no sign of Namjoon. The fact that she was left alone by the pond with the last visitor sitting a few feet away, made her squeamish.

She dialled him immediately, but to her rising anxiety, he did not pick up his phone. Clutching the mat tighter and picking up the picnic bag, she was left with no other choice but to begin walking towards the direction Namjoon had left. 

Behind the veil of darkness, the boscage of trees and well-cut out shrubs gave the ambience of a forest. A dark, deep forest. The clouds hovered over and the low rumbling warned regarding the worsening of the weather. Under the moonless sky, now completely embraced by darkness, the wind picked up pace, the slow yet frequent rustling of leaves made her put efforts to calm herself down.

“Namjoon?” she called out, mentally cringing at how low her call was- more of a whisper.

Understandably, there was no response, only the calls of the squirrels already headed home. Those creatures were in the safety of their home, but she felt lost in the fore—no, it was a park.

It’s just a stupid park, and these are simply trees. Stop being a wimp!

(Y/N) attempted to chide herself. Quickening her pace, she mustered up a louder call this time.

“Namjoon!”

Rustles of leaves and…

Crunch!

The crunching of dried leaves made her heart skip a beat. She stood still, and when the leaves crunched, she, at that moment too, was unmoving. Frozen, but a little hopeful, she tried to listen closer. It could also be Namjoon. Yes, that was why the leaves were crunching!

“Nam–Namjoon!” her voice turned a little shaky. She looked around for any sign of Namjoon, but all she could see were trees and dried leaves covering the ground. 

Taking a few more hesitant steps, she was met with the sight of a closed camping material shop. But there was no sign of Namjoon.

“Namjoon—”

Crunch

Crunch

Snap!

The snapping of a twig brought back terrifying memories. (Y/N) whipped around, 

“Namjoon it’s not funny, come out, I have to get back home!” she gulped right after that- throat suddenly feeling parched.

There was a quick rustling of leaves behind her as if someone….or something had swiftly passed them.

Licking her lips, she tried to work on steadying her breathing which was turning faster with each passing moment. The place suddenly had seemed to have fallen into an ominous lull. 

Breathe

Breathe

Everything will be okay

Everything is—

Crunch

Crunch

The leaves crunched closer this time, and she dared not to look behind, because she could feel the heaviness, and if she would turn around, she…she did not know what to expect, except for the fact that nothing good would come out of it.

“Haah!”

“AAAH!” (Y/N) almost slipped on the ground, screaming in terror.

But a chuckling Namjoon held hers steady.

“Oh my—I never expected you to be this scared.”

At this point, (Y/N) was fuming, but he still had the audacity to laugh after giving her the scare of her life. 

Namjoon’s amusement did not last though, his eyes grew concerned, and she realised the reason on feeling the warm wetness over her cool cheeks.

She could not help it, she had been petrified.

“Hey–hey I’m sorry I am so sorry, I never meant to—wait!”

Without sparing him another glance, she turned around and began to make her way towards the exit of the park. She could not bear to look into his face without screaming at him.

“(Y/N)! Wait—I’m so sorry, I never thought that you—It had been Jin’s silly idea, wait for me!” he continued to splutter, clearly affected by her being so upset.

Under any normal circumstances, it would have been no more than a silly prank, and any other person would have just laughed it off. But that was the point, her fear of such places did not let her feel normal, it made her so vulnerable, and Namjoon had unknowingly just pushed her towards her fear.

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The rest of their journey back to the apartment building was filled with tense silence, Namjoon was guilty and concerned, she could sense it, but she was way disturbed to even bother.

“I never thought that the prank would make you so upset (Y/N), I just…I wanted to come off as playful and…It backfired, as we can see.” he sighed out, “I am sorry, I am just…”

“That’s your floor.” she did not wait for him to finish, did not even look at him. The elevator dinged and the doors slid open to Namjoon’s floor.

With a sigh, he got off, while she kept her eyes on the buttons as she pressed the one to close the elevator doors.

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This could not be happening. But again, Namjoon had almost turned a regular at the bistro she worked in, so it should not be surprising, this time, she knew that he was not there only for the food.

“Can we talk?” Namjoon replied when she asked what he would like to order.

“Namjoon, I am at work.”

“After work…Please.”

She narrowed her eyes challengingly at him. His tone was nowhere near pleading, more of a request that sounded like one that could not be ignored.

“Okay.” she found herself giving, despite her never planning to do so.

It was shortly after her shift was over that she found herself seated across Namjoon, a cup of double shot expresso with steams rising before her and a sheepish Namjoon.

“I'm so sorry for what happened that evening.” he sighed.

 It had only been a day since that incident but it had not felt any better. 

“I did not mean to scare you so much, and trust me, I had no idea that it would rattle you so much.”

It was not his fault, it would have been a lighthearted joke to any other person. But not to her. To (Y/N), it was a prank that held the potential to pull her back to the rattled sta of mind she had left behind years ago.

“Why would you pull such a prank. You don’t seem so childish.” it was not her intention to bite back like that, but she could not help the annoyance flaring within her.

“It was Jin’s idea. He told me that women like playful men?”

Namjoon rubbed that back of his neck as his cheeks dusted the faintest shade of pink, the warmth was visible.

 “But it backfired, and I am deeply sorry for what had happened. I wanted us to be on better terms. But it backfired.”

His tone was sincere and regretful, and she did not have it in herself to remain cold to him. It was not like Nmajoon did that with any scheme in his mind, he only wished to come off as playful and approachable. She always could see why- ever since she had met him, she had been involuntarily distant to him, her guards had been too high, she had been a bit too wary. 

“I…I just don’t like dense forests…Feels like an endless maze.”

Namjoon gave her an understanding nod, she was thankful for him not questioning her further- it was a relief- most people would become instantly curious, but Namjoon seemed to be understanding enough to sense that she was not comfortable enough to share anything more.

“Uh…I and Jin were thinking if it would be fine for you and Cindy to join us for dinner this weekend?”

“I will have to confirm with Cindy, she works as a nurse and sometimes she has double shifts so…”

“Yes, yes, we understand, you should confirm with Cindy first. Hospital shifts can be exhausting sometimes.” with this, he finished his coffee

Despite her protest, he paid for the meal, claiming that it was his way of making up. He even walked her back to her apartment, much like the gentleman that she could see he was.

And it did not feel justified to remain mad at him anymore.

****

@angryperfectionpersona @apriljoon

[schneesisterss]

Do you have any head cannons for the other Dimitrescu sisters? I loved your takes on Cassandra!

thank you! <3 and Of Course I have headcannons for the other two. (though not as extensive as the ones I have for Cassandra bc you know... brain rot) BUT HERE:

Daniela:

ADD/ADHD representation

stims include, but not limited to: jumping, hard blinking, leg bouncing, word/phrase/noise repetition, and fidgeting with her clothing

and i’m also CONVINCED she gets the zoomies at random times of the day

Alcina, hearing loud and fast footsteps up and down her hallway at 3am: *sigh* “Daniela! Take it outside!”

followed by a loud THUMP and painful groan (she definitely ran into a wall)

hates loud noises but simultaneously has no volume control

especially when she gets excited

Cassandra has to constantly remind her to lower her voice

“AND THEN I TOOK MY KNIFE AND STABBED THE LYCAN IN THE NECK AND IT WAS SO COOL—”

“Dani, i’m standing right here, why are you yelling?”

she loves play-fighting with her sisters

Cassandra is more willing to entertain her than Bela but the both of them like to see their sister happy. so whenever they recognize Daniela getting antsy they’ll wrestle with her a bit

(Cassandra gets way to into it sometimes and makes Bela be the referee lol. Cass always ends up pinning her younger sister with a proud, competitive smile on her face. Bela let’s Dani win, but we don’t tell her that)

has the keenest senses of the three which makes her the best at stalking/killing pray

and since she can hear the best out of all of them, she unintentionally eves drops on conversations

so Daniela, bless her, has all the tea

tactile learner

will just. touch things

“Life hard, Mothers gown soft”

can get trapped in her own head and doesn’t know how to express to her family what’s bothering her

this can make her very reserved at times and she’ll distance herself for days on end

her mother is really the only person who knows how to get her out of that state. Alcina walks up the long flight of stairs to the highest point of her castle. her youngest daughter likes to come here sometimes when she needs the quiet. “Daniela? Are you up here?”

“Hello, Mother.” Alcina looks up to see her daughter lounging on a banister high up on the ceiling.

“What are you doing up there, my love?” Daniela rubs the fabric of her dress between her fingers. “Cassandra and Bela were arguing again. I don’t like when Cassandra yells.”

Alcina shakes her head. Those two were always going at it. She’ll speak to Bela about it later. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.” Daniela then grabs a fist full of her dress and tugs at it, blinking hard. “Come down for a moment. Talk to me, baby.”

and Daniela simply rolls herself off the banister and into free fall. Alcina, already prepared, catches her with ease and holds her bridal style against her chest. Daniela runs her hands over the sleeve of her mother’s dress.

Alcina gave her youngest child time to gather her thoughts, knowing it sometimes takes longer for her to be able to understand them herself. Daniela finally spoke up: “It’s been very loud recently. Around the castle. Small things, like footsteps or glasses clicking, they sound so loud in my head.” She covers her ears with her hands. “Even now I can still hear Cassandras voice through the castle, it’s pushing in my ears. My head hurts, Mother.”

Alcina gave her daughter a quick squeeze before setting her down. “Follow me baby, I want to show you something.” Daniela followed her Mother through the twists and turns of the castle until they ended up at a door that was just like all the others. It blended in and maybe that’s why Daniela has never noticed it before. “In here.” her mother guided.

Inside was a small library and lounge room. A fire place tucked in the corner and, of course, a wall a wine next to it. Daniela looked at her Mother questioningly.

“Listen.” her mother said, and Daniela did. She heard... nothing. Nothing outside of the quiet cracking of the fire place. “This room is sound proofed. Come here whenever you feel overwhelmed.” She leaned down to stroke her daughters head. “Just don’t tell your sisters I showed you my secret getaway room.” and with a wink, the tall woman exited the room and shut the door behind her.

The next day Daniela was at breakfast like nothing had changed. She didn’t even mind when Cassandra yelled at a maiden for breaking a plate, it only made her laugh.

(if you get overstimulated you KNOW what i’m talking about)

personal space? never heard of her.

loves to cling to Belas arm and Bela let’s her bc she thinks it’s just. so cute.

will also sometimes just crawl into her mothers lap and fall asleep. then Alcinas like: “well.. i guess i’m not moving for three hours”

Daniela: “if I run an jump at Cassandra, she’ll most certainly catch me.” *takes off in a full blown sprint*

Cassandra: “NO IM HOLDING HOT TEA—” *drops tea to catch Daniela* *proceeds to cuss her younger sister out, all while Dani is wrapped around her like a koala*

(this happens a lot. Dani will just... climb on Cassandra. piggy back rides, getting on her shoulders, wrapping her hands around her neck from behind and letting her feet drag on the floor, etc. Cassandra complains adamantly but never once moves to get her off)

Cassandra: “hey Dani, I dare you too—”

Bela: “Mother said Daniela isn’t allowed to accept dares anymore.”

Daniela: “apparently I have ‘no regard for my personal safety.’”

it takes a lot for Daniela to get genuinely angry, but when she does, it’s.... bad.

Very Very Scary when mad

turns into a completely different person that you Do NOT want to fuck with

dangerous and violent

much more dark and sadistic as compared to her normal personality

came home one night covered in blood and laughing hysterically. it scared the shit out of her sisters bc if they would try and get close, she’d slash at them with her weapon.

(this was one of the only times Bela had seen Cassandra genuinely worried and afraid for their sister)

when Alcina came to see what was wrong, Daniela, still laughing madly, swung at her too. Cassandra quickly shot out her arm and grabbed Belas elbow to stop her from getting involved. Bela whipped around with a growl but Cassandras glare and squeezing nails told her to back down. Mother can handle it.

Insane Laugh™️

thinks it’s funny to intimidate the maidens by showing her fangs and snapping her jaw

she often likes to find Bela when she’s reading a book to convince her to read to her (Bela almost always complies)

that’s it for Daniela. just a hyperactive baby with a murder streak <3 ONTO THE FINAL SISTER

Bela:

Mama’s (and I cannot stress this enough) Girl

needs constant reassurance that’s she’s doing a good job and yes this reassurance can ONLY come from her mother

INSOMNIAC

this girl never sleeps, pls baby you need some rest

she spends the time she should be sleeping reading books or running errands for her mother (whether Alcina asked her to or not)

she has read almost every single book in their giant library

Cassandra doesn’t understand this at all

“Why are you always cooped up in here?” Bela glanced up over the pages of her book at her younger sister. “This is the library Cassandra. Take a wild guess.” her voice was completely level and had no inflection. Cassandra gritted her teeth, “You think your so much better than me.” Bela sighed and closed her book. She didn’t want to do this again. “No. I don’t.” she said seriously. Cassandra eyed her for a moment then looked away, Bela saw the guilt on her face before she turned on her heal. “You’re so boring.”

because she reads so much, she is incredibly smart and just knows facts about random things

Daniela, daydreaming: “I wonder why grass is green.”

Bela, immediately: “the pigment that most grasses produce, Chlorophyll, absorbs almost all blue and red light and reflects green light which is why we see green. so I mean, technically grass is every single color EXCEPT for green.

Dani, confused as fuck: ....

Cass: “Bitch, how do you even know that?”

Bela’s sisters just end up using her as Google

“Hey Bela, how far away is the moon?” “238,900 miles.”

“Hey Bela, how many different climates are there?” “Twelve”

“Hey Bela, what’s the worlds deadliest poison?” “Botulinum... why?” “No reason.” “Dani. WHY?”

“Hey Bela, how much can I sell a human skull on the black market for?” Bela, concerned: “Cassandra why would—” “HOW MUCH?” “Well... are all the teeth still in tact?” “...No.” “Than only about $500.” “FUCK.”

“Hey Bela, I have this weird rash on my back and—” “Daniela. Do not finish that sentence. Go ask Mother.”

she is so quiet

and not just because she doesn’t talk very loud or even much at all. she’s just So. Silent. when she moves

just pops up in random places without anyone hearing her approach

even Daniela can’t hear her coming, which is saying something

Cassandra, minding her own business, drinking blood tea: .....

Bela, suddenly right next to her: “Hey I was wondering if— stop screaming, it’s me— have you seen Mothers lipstick? It’s missing.”

refuses any type of help with anything or else she feels like she failed that task

Never asks for help, Never asks for favors, and Never Ever will burden her Mother with any of her problems. Ever.

(Alcina thinks this is ridiculous. her eldest daughter pushes herself too hard.)

Anxiety™️

sometimes when her anxiety becomes too much she shuts down and becomes very indifferent to things around her. this has caused many fights between herself and Cassandra because Cass will get really fired up when all Bela does is respond with a monotone voice and blank stare.

overthinks literally everything and is a perfectionist

this makes her prone to panic attacks :(

when this happens she shuts herself in her room, not wanting to bother her Mother or sisters

Bela closes her bedroom door behind her and stumbles to her knees. she can’t seem to get air into her lungs no matter how hard she tried. she had failed. Mother asked her to bring her the head of that stupid man-thing, but somehow he knew their weakness.

how could he know? are Cassandra and Daniela ok? where are they? where is Mother?

Belas breathing was shallow and short, her chest burns as she presses her forehead into the ground. She claws the skin of her chest raw, leaving angry, red marks behind, desperately trying to open her lungs.

she stays as quiet as she can, only gasping few and far between. she will not be a burden. she should deal with the consequences of her failure. alone.

a sudden knock on her door makes her scramble backwards on her bottom till her back hits the opposite wall. then Belas worst nightmare, her Mothers voice.

“Bela?! Bela, is that you?” Alcinas words were rushes and worried. the door handle jiggled. “Bela, baby the door is locked, please let me in.” Bela covered her mouth and cried silently while her Mother begged to be let in.

the sound of snapping wood had Belas eyes flying open, her Mother had broken down the door. Bela shrunk into herself. She’s going to be so mad. I’m a failure. the ringing in her ears became so intense she couldn’t hear anything else.

large, soft hands cup her cheeks and a muffled voice through the air: “Bela, my love, you’re alright thank god. Are you hurt anywhere? Let me see.”

Bela pushed weakly at her Mothers arms and said between sobs, “I-I’m sorry, M-Mother.”

Alcina looked at her eldest daughter with confusion, she had no physical wounds, but the look on her face was heartbreaking. “What are you sorry for, my love?” this only made Belas breathing spend up even more, her face red from the lack of oxygen. Alcina quickly pulled her in close.

“Now Bela, listen to the sound of my voice,” she said it gently but just hard enough to grab her daughters attention. “I need you to copy my breath. Do it now, love, listen to me. Do what i’m telling you to.” Alcina took exaggerated breaths and noticed that instantly after her command, Bela had tried to follow, but the smaller girls breath was still choppy and small. Alcina rubbed a thumb across Belas cheek. “You’re doing so well baby. Keep going just like that. Good girl.” a smaller hand was placed on her arm and grabbed at her sleeve. “Good baby, use me to ground yourself. Keep breathing now, you’re doing so good.” Alcina kept whispering soft encouragements and praises until her daughters breathing was back to normal and she was laying limp on her chest.

Alcina moved the hair away from Belas face. “What a good girl, you did so well.” Bela squeezed her eyes shut and pushed into her Mother until her face was hidden. “I’m sorry Mother.” came a muffled apology, though her voice was much more steadier than before. “I failed you, I couldn’t stop the man-thing. He shot at the windows! He knows our weakness, Mother. What are we going to do? Where’s Daniela and Cassandra, are they ok? I should have stopped him for you I’m so sorry I—”

“Quiet.” Bela immediately seals her lips and looks away, already extracting herself from her Mother’s arms. She probably hates her. Alcina simple tugs her back and forces Bela to look in her eyes with a quick tap to the forehead. “Bela, I need you to listen to me very carefully.” Her daughters eyes go wide and she nods. “You have nothing to apologize for. This is not you’re fault and I will not allow you to think that way. Plus, the man-thing won’t bother us any longer, I took care of it.”

“But—” Alcina raises an eyebrow and Bela gives in, nodding hesitantly. “Good girl.” Bela exhales through her nose at the phrase and squeezes her Mother’s sleeve again. They sit like that for a few more moments, calming down.

Bela suddenly shoots up. “Daniela, Cassandra, are they—” “They’re fine my dear, Daniela got a little banged up, but Cassandra was already patching her up before I could even get close. We didn’t know where you were, that’s why I was so worried.” Bela relaxed and again nuzzled her nose into her Mother’s chest, took one more deep breath, then stood. “I’m going to go check on them.”

She steps through the now empty door frame and pauses. She spoke without turning around: “I won’t fail you again, Mother.” and shifts into a cloud of flies and disappears.

(am I projecting again? idk help)

can play the piano

no like you don’t understand, she is so good at piano

this girl has mastered songs by composers like Liszt, Beethoven, and Ravel

she’ll play for hours on end, if she starts a new piece she Will Not get up until she can play it through perfectly

she pretends not to notice Cassandra secretly listening to her play, hidden behind a nearby bookshelf

while her younger sisters always jump head first into a fight, Bela takes a more calculating approach. learning her enemies movements from afar before advancing and ending it in like 3 quick moves.

“Well Bela, if Mother asked you to jump off a bridge, would you?”

Bela, already climbing over the railing: “Hm?”

and there you go for Bela! my sweet child.. please learn self-care.

*ahem* I went overboard again didn’t I? WELP. I regret nothing. Give me more headcannons.

[imjustagayfish]

So uh Mystreet children, I’m doing the main cast first

Aarmau children

Amara (Amarantha) Lycan

Appearance: Black hair black eyes, looks much more like her dad

Personality: Cold and responsible although there are sometimes where she just cracks and has a mental breakdown, she’s also the Ultima

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

Anthony Lycan

Appearance: Raven hair gold eyes

Personality: Kind and caring, he’s always tried to be there for his older sister but she always pushed him away

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Amaya Lycan

Appearance: Brown hair gold eyes

Personality: Is always trying to please people, constantly feels pressured but is very close to her grandfather(Zach IS in their life)

Age: 18

Gender: Non-binary

Sexuality: Bisexual

Zane~Chan children

Naveen Ro’Meave

Appearance: Black hair orange eyes, Human

Personality: Responsible, often has to stop Ziva from causing chaos, feels really pressured to be perfect

Age: 25

Gender: Genderqueer

Sexuality: Demipolysexual

Ziva Ro’Meave

Appearance: Black hair blue eyes, Meif’wa, freckles

Personality: Sarcastic, chaotic, loves causing trouble, has a short temper though

Age: 23

Gender: Demi-girl

Sexuality: Bisexual

Aria Ro’Meave

Appearance: Black hair blue eyes, Human

Personality: Cold, distant, she’s also Mysophobic

Age: 21

Gender: Agender

Sexuality: Panromantic

Nolan Ro’Meave

Appearance: Black hair amber eyes, Meif’wa

Personality: Looks up to Ziva, an absolute sweetheart, mamas boy

Age: 19

Gender: Non-binary

Sexuality: Bisexual

Hajime Ro’Meave

Appearance: Black hair with pink streaks one blue one amber eye, Meif’wa, feels like he doesn’t have an identity

Personality: Chaotic and apathetic

Age: 17

Gender: Non-binary

Sexuality: Aromatic

Nakato Ro’Meave

Appearance: Black hair with pink streaks one blue one amber eye, Meif’wa, feels left behind

Personality: Chaotic and apathetic

Age: 17

Gender: Non-binary

Sexuality: Asexual

Travlyn

Terrence Herman-Valkrum

Appearance: White hair blue streaks blue eyes pale skin, is scaringly aware about things and everyone’s problems including his own being that he feels he’s just awful

Personality: Teasing and sassy, a mamas boy, best friends with Lewis

Age: 25

Gender: Agender

Sexuality: Bisexual

Evangeline Herman-Valkrum

Appearance: White hair Viridian eyes freckles(looks exactly like Travis)

Personality: Energetic and flirty, a papas girl, close with Amara, has very bad nightmares about losing everyone by a snake-eyed man, hm.

Age: 23

Gender: Demi-girl

Sexuality: Bisexual

Tara Herman-Valkrum

Appearance: Light blue hair gray eyes mixed skin

Personality: Insecure and quiet a really big sweetheart though, jealous of Evangeline

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual

Garrance

Gracelyn Ro’Meave

Appearance: Blonde hair dark green eyes, Werewolf

Personality: Flirtatious the kind as well as chaotic, did I mention she and Amara are dating? She’s always faking confidence

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Omnisexual pref for girls

Lewis Ro’Meave

Appearance: Brown hair cerulean eyes also glasses

Personality: Funny and mischievous also very smart but a but a bit, aggressive(I say as he has actually nearly committed involuntary manslaughter)

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Aroace

Melcinda

Medea Lycan-Venefica

Appearance: Brown-orange hair with red eyes werewolf

Personality: Flirtatious and mischievous, although she’s like the backbone of the group and feels like she’s gonna fail at any moment now

Age: 24

Gender: Demi-girl

Sexuality: Lesbian

Lucius Lycan-Venefica

Appearance: Orange hair with gold eyes, human

Personality: Loves causing chaos but also abandonment issues, best friends with Ziva

Age: 22

Gender: Agender

Sexuality: Bisexual

Mitchell Lycan-Venefica

Appearance: Brown hair with orange eyes, werewolf(was born human but there was an accident with Amara..)

Personality: Shy and anxious, was afraid of Amara for a long time

Age: 20

Gender: Ftm

Sexuality: Omnisexual male pref

Dancole

Marina Von Ronsenburg

Appearance: Purple hair grey eyes

Personality: Angry and aggressive also mischievous, she’s always been jealous of Diego because he got her father‘s love(which Dante does have but in her eyes he doesn’t)

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Dante X Jenna

Diego Florez

Appearance: Blonde hair blue eyes

Personality: Kind and sensitive, wants to be loved by his half sister but his half sister keeps shoving him away

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

[tales-unique]

FAITH, LOST  III

I gave myself a small case of blue balls with this chapter, I apologize! It gets a little, ahem, spicy. ❤️

Edit: @chelseareferenced forgot to tag my boo! Sorry love!

Chapter 3

Lords grant you mercy you were going to kill him if he didn’t let you out. Heisenberg had, quite quickly, established a set of ground rules that you were to adhere to at all times when in the Factory, the most notable being that you weren’t to leave the upper floors without him under any circumstances. This, of course, left you alone for the majority of your time there since he never allowed you to aid him in his work.

You’ll just get in my way — he’d sneer at you, patting your head in a condescending manner. Not to mention the Lycans have a preference for young, supple devotees — he would tease you, wiggling his gloved fingers at you from inside in the elevator, chuckling to himself as he descended into the bowels of the factory to continue his projects. You had no idea what he was creating down there, but you knew that it often didn’t work out as planned from the way he’d fume when he returned. Once again you have been left to your own devices, only this time you have a way to alleviate at least some of your boredom. With a huff of effort you slide to the floor and crawl over to an old vent duct in the wall. It had caught your attention one night when the echoing of his voice through the shaft had woken you up, realizing that one of his work rooms below you was connected to yours via this duct. Though it provided you with minimal entertainment, it did give you insight to the type of work he did. Experiments; this was where he made the Lycans and the other twisted creatures that roamed his Factory. One night, against your better judgement, you had read an extract from an open journal on his desk when trying to make yourself useful. It mentioned something called Soldats and an army he was trying to create. You were lucky that you had moved away from it to straighten his sheets, otherwise he would have caught you red handed. Not that he was happy to have you in his space at all. “Fuck!” The loud cursing pulls you back to reality and you peer down the shaft expectantly, gripping the grate that covers it as you listen to Heisenberg rant about his latest creation being a failure. He had a tendency to speak out loud, likely recording his findings. The echo of his boots thudding against the metal floor betrays his movements and you follow it along the floor until you can’t hear it anymore. It means one of two things; either he’s leaving the Factory altogether or he’s coming back up. Quickly, you get to your feet and smooth down your clothes; a pair of simple trousers and a tunic top. You’d managed to scrounge up the modest outfit with the help of the ever amicable and charming Duke after a rather abrupt introduction from Heisenberg. Begrudgingly he allowed you to pick whatever you deemed necessary, and even a few luxuries like a fancy hand mirror, even though he complained that you were going to bankrupt him. It didn’t stop him lingering nearby, supervising the exchange through the puffs of cigar smoke. It was on your return to the upper levels, Heisenberg fancying the stairs instead of the elevator this time, that you’d properly come into contact with the Lycans. You weren’t sure what possessed him to give you a glimpse of inner workings of his Factory. Maybe it was another cheap shot at frightening you, or maybe it was pride that drove him to parade his creations before you. Needless to say, they did scare you. The lower reaches of the Factory was their domain and as you followed Heisenberg closely, his one clear instruction, you couldn’t help but feel their eyes watching you from afar. They snarled and growled and howled at your intrusion, sniffing the air curiously. It was rare for their Master to bring something new to their den and not let them tear it limb from limb. You were quick to beg him to take you back to the relative safety of the upper floors, which he did so with immense satisfaction and shit-eating grin on his face. The sound of the elevator dings and you come to stand in the doorway, watching him stalk out as soon as the gate opens, muttering heatedly to himself. In typical Heisenberg fashion he stalks right past you and into his office without so much as a grunt of acknowledgment. Clearly someone was having a bad day. Steeling yourself, you pad gently to his office door and find that he’s left it open for once. A good sign. Usually if his mood is dangerously sour the door is slammed shut and you avoid him like the plague until he makes himself known, but that isn’t necessary this time. “Is everything alright?” You ask from the threshold, careful not to enter until you’re invited. Like the ever faithful woman you are you try to serve him as best you can, even if he does make it very difficult at times. Heisenberg sits in his metal chair, leaning back. His stance is exasperated, but the tight grip on the shot of liquor in his hand is angry. His hat and coat have been discarded on his bed, his glasses sit on the desk, and you see blood on his knuckles. Upon closer inspection you see the trails of splatter on his exposed forearms, his shirt sleeves having been rolled up while he was working no doubt. “Yeah,” he breathes, raising the glass in a mock toast, “I’m just dandy.” He is definitely not dandy. Toying with the prospect of overstepping the mark or remaining respectful to his status, you rock on the balls of your feet. On one hand he always seemed so annoyed when you’d remind him that you were there to serve him, as Mother Miranda had instructed, but on the other he often chastised you if you tried to take the initiative; frankly, the constant push and pull drove you mad. “Heisenberg,” you chide quietly, approaching him cautiously. He hated it when you called him my Lord, or even sir, heatedly telling you to just call him by his surname like everyone else did. You obeyed, accepting it as the happy medium. Vibrant green eyes watch you closely as you settle for leaning against the desk, careful not to disturb the organized chaos that was his research. It’s still a work in progress, the way you navigate around one another, but you’re slowly making progress. “You can talk to me, you know,” you remind him, trying to remain resolute under his intense stare. There’s no denying that his rugged appearance, scars and all, are attractive and his more wolfish qualities gave him a uniqueness that was equal parts exciting and intimidating. You swallow nervously at the notion that you may be growing a little too comfortable in your thoughts of Lord Heisenberg. “Is that right?” He hums, knocking back the shot in one. He sets the glass down slowly on the desk, lulling you into a false sense of security that you had no business having in that place. In an instant he’s up on his feet and towering over you, hands braced on either side of you. You stiffen at the sudden closeness, looking up at him with a startled expression; he always gets a kick out of scaring you. “And just what would we talk about?” Comes his veiled question, shrouded in feigned innocence, asked in a voice like sin. You can practically feel the static in the air, the room electrified. He’s trying to tempt you, to trip you up so you’ll fall into his trap and make a fool of yourself. It’s a game he likes to play. That little hummingbird caged within you is in full flight when he runs a clawed finger gently down your cheek, the threat of him slipping and slicing your flesh too real to ignore. Oh, how he finds your fear so tantalizing. Your lips part in a shaky exhale, chest tight with the onset of emotions you’d really not want to be unpacking right now. The metal edge of his desk digs into the back of your thighs, boxed in by his large frame. This close you can feel the heat that emanates from him, a consistent wave, that mingles with the scent of oil, leather, and something wholly him. It leaves you reeling, panicked by the unsettling notion that you like it. You’re losing the game so early on and he knows it, even though it was rigged from the start to be in his favour. Just at the point when you’re about to crumble, your body yearning for that delectable touch to trail just that little bit lower, Heisenberg cuts you off. It’s cold and efficient, with all the precision you’d expect from someone of his talents. With a low, downright sinful chuckle he takes a step back, leaving you a wide-eyed, wanton mess. He’s won and you just let him do it. Colour burns shamefully on your cheeks and you’re quick to scamper away to hide in your room, proverbial tail between your legs. You’re furious that you made things so easy for him to play you, and play you he did. Utter fool. Little did you know that the fourth, and most dangerous, Lord had played himself for a fool too.

[twopoppies]

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Blood Right series by evina1234 (E, WIP, 2-work series, 184K so far)

“Is that-him?” someone next to Louis asks. “Who else would dress in red if not for him today?” Beside Louis, Lady Camellia had her eyes locked on the one in red garbs, as same as many around them. Clearly this must be intended, or why dress in such a way today at first place? “My... He looks dashing." the first one licks her lips, eyes darkening in a laced lust. "Who would've known? Thought he'd be in chains, stuck in a dark dungeon." The other scoffs. “Have you been under a rock? He's the most privileged Lycan alive. The King's ward, some go so far as to call him his consort. It’s all hushed, but I have my sources.” she reveals like a dirty secret. In a world where the Vampires have taken over, Humans are just pawns in blood farms, Warlocks are extinct while the King has Lycans under his thumb - eliminating the threat of the lethal bite. The world is falling apart. Louis, nephew to the malistic Vampire King, lives away from it all in blessed ignorance until he gets dragged into the chessboard that traps him in front of a green eyed Prince who is bound to a miserable fate. Or where Louis wants to save Harold, the Prince of Lycans, when Louis' allies want him DEAD

[toadwarts]

Safe At Last

Two humans in love manage to escape from an abusive home and right into the twisted world of Mother Miranda's village. After fleeing from mutated monsters, they meet with The Duke, who offers them board and food in exchange for their work. It is their first night in his caravan, and they discover that they may have another person to add to their romance...

Fluffy and flirtatious, this is a self indulgent and simple fic about The Duke and polyamory. It is written first person, but made so you can also insert yourself into the narrative if you so please.

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I stared down at my empty bowl, reveling in the warm feeling of a full stomach. The Duke’s cooking was more than high quality--it was incredible. It had been a long, long time since either I or my partner had a meal with high quality ingredients, and not something wilted, slightly green and fuzzy at the edges, or simply scraps from someone else’s meal. 

I looked over at my partner, a calm feeling unfolding in my chest. They looked right at home here in the back of The Duke’s caravan, surrounded by the wealthy man’s various wares. A content, dazed expression was fitted on their hard features, and when they met your eyes their own lit up. 

“Did you like your meal?” They asked, smiling as they nodded to my bowl. It was clearly a tease, since I had all but licked it clean. 

“I don’t know, did you?” I laughed, playfully knocking into their shoulder with my own.

“Yeah, I think I could eat this food forever!” They said, patting their stomach and leaning back on the elegant couch we were sitting on.  “Plus, it doesn’t seem like the vampires or lycans come anywhere near here.” Their gaze flitted up to the garlic hanging overhead, then back to me. “Do you feel safe here?” 

I paused. Before we had run away to find the village, my partner and I...had not had the best of lives. Trapped beneath my mother’s thumb for years into adulthood, we lived in a less than sterile and a more than hostile environment. It felt as if the trauma was as much a part of me as the bones beneath my skin. 

Then of course, the village...was not as dream-like as we had hoped. We had narrowly escaped a group of lycan like creatures before stumbling upon the Duke’s caravan. He had offered us a place to stay and some food to eat in the back of his wagon in exchange for work--seeking out wares, cleaning, and just a little bit of heavy lifting. It was our first evening here and so far… It seemed too good to be true. 

“I do feel safe.” I finally said, swallowing down the hard lump in my throat. “But that’s what scares me.” 

They leaned back, sighing heavily. “I know how you feel. It makes me wary, but...what choice do we have?” 

“He does seem nice.” I nodded in agreement. “Even if he is very interested in his stock.” 

My partner laughed, their hand encircling mine as they pulled me close. “It’ll be okay. Maybe this is what we’ve been looking for! He did say he travels...so who knows where we might end up?” 

“I don’t mind as long as it’s far, far away from there.” I whispered, suddenly choked up. I couldn’t believe we were really gone. That we were in this immaculate, clean and beautiful oversized wagon, with an immaculate, clean and...admittedly, beautiful oversized man. A kind man. We would never have to go back to that evil place ever again. 

“Never again.” They whispered, pulling me close and planting a kiss upon my forehead. “I love you, dearest.” 

“And I love you.” I returned, nuzzling into the crook between their neck and shoulder. 

The back of the caravan swung open then, letting the fading light of dusk in. “Well, well, how are we doing back here, little ones?” The Duke stood before us, leaning on an ornate cane to support his heft. He was a massive man, both in height and girth, immaculately groomed and dressed to the nines. He was the finest gentleman either of us had ever seen for sure, and we felt lucky to have been found by him. 

“We’re okay,” I said shyly, standing up. “The meal was absolutely perfect. Thank you so much!”

“Of course, of course!” The Duke smiled broadly. “I quite enjoy cooking, so if there’s anything in particular you have a craving for, just let me know. All I’ll need is assistance procuring ingredients, but that should be no trouble at all.” He heaved himself up the steps to the caravan, ducking through the doorway and coming inside. He had quite the mighty presence indeed, radiating a quiet elegance and strength despite his jovial tone and quaint attitude. 

“Is there anything you need us to do tonight?” I asked as my partner took our bowls. My feet ached terribly from running so much , and I shifted a little from side to side. Like The Duke, I was also fat, and unaccustomed to the sort of travel and fleeing we had been facing in the days prior. I yearned to sit back down, but my politeness won me over. 

“No dear, not tonight.” The Duke said. “You two just rest after everything you’ve been through. Tomorrow is an early day though, so do be prepared!” He walked over to the couch, settling down with a sigh. “I have some stock for Castle Dimitrescu, so we will be heading there.” 

“Castle Dimitrescu?” My partner said, dubious. “I heard...less than good things about that place. I’ve already dealt with enough vampire hags!” 

The Duke laughed heartily, as if my dear one had said quite the funny joke. “No need to fret! I have a truce with all of Castle Dimitrescu, as well as the other Lords you have heard about, so there is nothing to fear since you are now being employed by me. You simply have to look pretty and do a good job of peddling my wares.” He winked, leaning back. 

My partner blushed, and so did I. The Duke was also a rather straightforward man. 

I kept shifting from foot to foot, feeling uncomfortable but doing my best to not to show weakness. Before, weakness had gotten me beatings and beratings. Though The Duke seemed benevolent, I had no desire to discover if he had a dark side. 

“Are you alright, little one?” He asked, eying me up and down. “Feet hurting? After a long day, I certainly know how that feels. But you’ve had many long days, yes?” 

I grimaced. “Ah… Yes. They are, a bit.” I flushed with embarrassment. 

The Duke leaned forward. “Why not have a seat, my dear?” His face crinkled with concern. “No reason to cause further harm to yourself. Rest easy now.” 

I began to lower myself to the floor, but jumped back up when the large man’s jarring laugh rang throughout the back of the wagon. “W-What?” I said, flustered. My partner was then protectively at my side, their hand at the small of my back. 

“You don’t need to sit on the floor! While it is certainly a nice one, that will only hurt your back.” The Duke said. 

“But...there’s no where else to sit.” I looked around. Duke took up the couch we had been sitting on, and there was really nowhere else to go but the floor now, unless we went to The Duke’s bed further in the caravan. The thought made me flush. 

“You can sit right here, I don’t mind.” The Duke patted his sides. His ample belly and the arms of the couch made for a makeshift seat for sure. “And you too,” He said, pointing to my partner. “I know you, the strong type--never wanting to rest, always pushing yourself for everyone else. Come, be comfortable, and let’s chat.” 

I looked up at my partner, face red as a bushel of roses. I was delighted to see that they were too. It was rare that I saw my partner this flustered, and it made butterflies dance in my stomach. 

“Are you comfortable with that?” They asked me, squeezing my hand, a knowing look in his eyes. We had talked about this sort of thing before, but nothing had ever come to reality. 

I nodded, feeling like a storm of wasps was zooming around in my guts. The Duke really was incredibly straightforward, but it didn’t seem as if he had any ulterior motives. He just wanted to offer comfort and good company to both of us--and I guess it was obvious that both my partner and I thought he was pretty cute. 

My partner glided forward, hand still in mine. We stood before The Duke, who had a calm and knowing smile on his face. He offered his hands to each of us, which we shyly but gladly took. We climbed up on either side of him, settling down and reveling in the softness of his sides. We sat there stiffly for a moment, feeling completely out of our leagues. 

The Duke chuckled gently, his strong arms coming ‘round to encircle us. I felt myself go stiff when his hand brushed against my back, the cool metal of his rings soothing as he placed his hand there. “Is this alright?” He asked both of us coolly, looking from my partner to me. I nodded, locking eyes with my partner as he nodded too. 

My partner was long and thin, a wonderful contrast when sidled up next to the massive Duke. I was short and fat, but even I felt swallowed up by The Duke’s own plush body. He felt like the world’s comfiest...well, not human exactly, but something.

“Good, good. Last thing I want is to make my newest proteges uncomfortable.” The Duke nodded firmly before beginning to rub soft circles into my back. “Now, try to relax. The two of you deserve it. “ 

I let myself lean into The Duke, resting my head atop his pillowy chest. I relaxed into his side with a soft sigh, relinquishing myself to his soothing touch. 

“Protege?” My partner asked, their tone light. “Since when were we your proteges rather than just employees?” 

“I don’t let just anyone handle my wares!” The Duke announced with a chuckle. “I could tell there was something special about the two of you. I’ve heard of the sensation of le coup de foudre.” 

“Love at first sight.” My partner said coyly. “You don’t play around, do you?” They slid an arm over The Duke’s soft belly, reaching for my hand. Tenderly, I reached my own arm forward, taking their hand in mine in an embrace that came as easy as breathing to me. The feeling of my partner’s fingers squeezing mine atop the pillowy expanse of Duke’s midsection was heaven. 

“Oh no, not when there’s sales to be made!” The Duke laughed brightly. “And new friends to make. Perhaps more?” 

I reveled in The Duke’s scent--rich cologne intermingled with the faint touch of expensive cigar smoke. I looked into my partner’s eyes, bright as the sun itself. I let myself relax even more, cuddling up to The Duke and relinquishing myself to comfort. I was finally free, ready to face the world with the love of my life, and we had both run right into the arms of someone else with plenty of love to give. The future was surely ripe with possibilities.

Both of them smiled down at me, and I felt...safe. 

Safe at last. 

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Larry Stylinson(1D) Fic Recs

sleeping on our problems by falsegoodnight

I’m in love with you, Louis thinks. He feels empty, weighed down by his sadness and the loss of Harry inside him just moments ago before his knot finally went down. There’s moments where he’s sure Harry feels the same. Like now, when he’s gazing down at Louis with so much adoration and tenderness. It’s like they’re both on the cusp of something more, but neither of them ever say a word. His confession is on the tip of his tongue ready to slide out like honey, and yet he remains silent. They both do, looking at each other and recognizing the reluctance mirrored in each other’s eyes. It’s then that Louis realizes they’re both scared.

-

Or Louis sleeps with Harry and they have more than just catching feelings to worry about.

*A/B/O au, so soft and fluffy with just a dash of angst*

Foolishly, Completely Falling by dea_liberty

"Now that he’s actually gone and done it, there seems to be no way of going back - no rinse and repeat, no ctrl+alt+del, no abort button, no help to be had. He’s fallen into a black hole and he cannot seem to find a way out. The black hole is also known as Tumblr. More specifically, it’s known as Tumblr’s Larry Stylinson tag."

OR: The one where Louis becomes a Larry shipper by accident.

Put It All On Me by LoadedGunn

 "Yeah, yeah, give it to me, that's it, spread your legs a bit, there you go."

 The camera follows Louis as he does. Maybe if the modelling thing doesn't work out, he could try the porn industry. Then again, he's a bit too stocky to be twinky and a bit too twinky to be anything else. He likes that about himself, though. Well, directors and photographers like that about him. He could pull off pretty and edgy, could do GQ in the morning and a perfume commercial in the afternoon. Right now he thinks he could pull off anything, because it's Harry fucking Styles directing him.

Or, a Top Model AU where Louis is accidentally there to make friends, not become Britain's Next Top Model. (Also Zayn is the supermodel host.)

Promises We Made by thekindofworld

Its been five years since Harry and Louis broke up; they were seventeen and nineteen and it was messy to say the least. Cue Louis, who is worked off his feet making clothes for celebrities, Harry dropping his debut album, Niall who likes to avoid his insecurities by dragging Louis on Holiday, Zayn and Perrie as Louis' right hand stylists, and Liam who wishes Harry would just tell him about his ex-boyfriends before he contacts them about working for him.

Its either going to be a disaster, or the perfect timing they've all been waiting for.

*I’ve been very into fashion au lately*

but me, i’m not a gamble by orphan_account

A Posh & Becks AU in which Harry is a star on the stage and Louis is a star on the pitch, but they're both inexplicably terrible at articulating their feelings. In the end, it only takes a season's worth of failed matchmaking schemes, platonic dinner dates, road trip holidays, and one very convenient David Beckham cameo for them to figure it all out. And if Niall knew all along? Well, he at least has the decency not to be too smug about it.

Boys Fall From the Sky by fookinloosah

Superheroes. America is full of them — complete with masks, nauseating pseudonyms, and neon spandex suits. There’s none of that nonsense in Britain, thank you very much…until Harry Styles’ X Factor audition takes an unexpected turn, and Britain’s first hero is born.  

Also featuring Louis as a man of many masks, Zayn the rebel comic artist, Liam as Britain’s counter-attack to Justin Bieber, and Niall the trusty guitarist.

*I adore this fic, one my all time favorites*

The Last Something That Anything by jaded25

"You know my heart - so tell me honestly, did you ever really want this? So I’ll sing this song for every word that comes out wrong But I’ll be okay – is that what you want me to say?"

In the end, it's neither the fame or the pressure, nor Management or the constant hiding and denying that tears them apart. Or maybe it's a sum of all  and so much more on top. In the end, it's Harry.

When Harry leaves the band - leaves Louis - to pursue his dreams of a solo career, he breaks much more  than just One Direction. It's a gamble and a new start for each of the boys but while Harry walked away smiling, finally having got everything he apparently dreamt of, Louis is left to pick the pieces up.

Some hearts don't break even, some are simply shattered. So can you really learn to un-love someone?

*So deliciously angsty*

no pressure, no diamonds by karamelised

A life of crime means there is no nine to five, no white picket fence and definitely no happily ever after. In a life where lying gets you everywhere and stealing things becomes a sport, there is no place for romantic endings. Louis knows this, and so does Harry. Problem is, they're both wrong.

or

Louis is a thief, Harry a grifter. They are thrown together for a huge diamond heist in Paris, where their past soon catches up to them.

Blood Right by Evina1234

“Is that-him?” someone next to Louis asks. “Who else would dress in red if not for him today?” Beside Louis, Lady Camellia had her eyes locked on the one in red garbs, as same as many around them. Clearly this must be intended, or why dress in such a way today at first place? “My... He looks dashing." the first one licks her lips, eyes darkening in a laced lust. "Who would've known? Thought he'd be in chains, stuck in a dark dungeon." The other scoffs. “Have you been under a rock? He's the most privileged Lycan alive. The King's ward, some go so far as to call him his consort. It’s all hushed, but I have my sources.” she reveals like a dirty secret. In a world where the Vampires have taken over, Humans are just pawns in blood farms, Warlocks are extinct while the King has Lycans under his thumb - eliminating the threat of the lethal bite. The world is falling apart. Louis, nephew to the malistic Vampire King, lives away from it all in blessed ignorance until he gets dragged into the chessboard that traps him in front of a green eyed Prince who is bound to a miserable fate. Or where Louis wants to save Harold, the Prince of Lycans, when Louis' allies want him DEAD 

*super intense, vampire au with political intrigue mixed in*

the one that leads me on through by colourexplosion

Louis was certain that he was done with his tenuous connection with fellow skater, Harry Styles. But then, you know, the universe throws a wrench in all that when Simon takes Harry on for the next season.

Or, an AU in which the members of one direction are actually figure skaters.

Disclaimer: The fanfiction above were not written by me for I am not nearly as creative. However, I am an avid reader and movie buff so these are some of my favorite fanfiction within the fandom. I politely ask that you read the tags attached the fanfiction beforehand so that you know what you are getting yourself into, there may be crossovers. If you don’t like it then don’t read it. In addition, I ask that there be no bashing, the fics are based on my preferences and what I like. Lastly, if there are any specific genre or fandom of fics you want me to get into let me know through my ask box.  

[shespureheartblood]

Pomegranate and Plum

We were in the Beneviento garden. The clouds rolled in a thick curtain of fog, sheathing us from outside perils. Surrounded by wilting flowers, the Lycans asleep in their dens, the Castle absent, the factory quiet. All of the grotesque beauty the village offered became a disjointed memory. So, we drank rose and honey tea under sullen skies and told stories of the times we gave ourselves too soon to wicked boys with green eyes. In sleep, I can still reach out and strum the veil of haunted heartbreak, throbbing through the mist. Every Sunday afternoon, we would meet and drink each other's pain with the occasional clink of chipped chinaware.And when we were done with our sadness, finished remembering the whisper of footsteps on hollow stairs, and feeling numb, Donna’s three eyed doll would begin to speak. And, as I recall, Angie had a knack for spinning riddles that ended in cracked skulls and broken teeth- spilling rich wine the color of pomegranate and plum.

- Yeti Youngblood

[reliving-elegy]

"So, who are you ragtag bunch?"

Strange figures are spread across a wide living room; all manner of strange beings occupied by small conversations and idle staring.

A green-skinned man in dark robes and an old woman with wise, rose-tinted eyes discuss something in a foreign tongue. A smaller figure is sat on a stool behind them, seemingly listening with great intent.

A monstrous horrid creature, 12 feet tall, covered in bloody, mottled fur and idly gnawing at its own flesh; is accompanied by a silent, sturdy-looking Lycan. Jokingly jabbing the thing's hind legs with the hilt of a blade and seeing it twitch, he snickers to himself quietly.

A steely-eyed warrior leans against the far wall, quietly dressing down a winged man who seems to have gotten his hand stuck in a toaster. Near the leftmost side, a twinkish fellow struggles to open a bag of cheap pastries. Tears stream down his face as he realizes the futility of his actions.

Of all possibilities, a man; blonde, well-dressed and handsome in appearance, glances over from a fine leather seat.

"The Grey are unworthy to ask such things." He responds coldly.

[belmontsfate]

MoF - Awakening: Ch 3

Having a proper battle cross proved useful, as Simon quickly discovered. It allowed him to climb higher, reaching places he hadn't had access to before, as well as swing across entire rooms without ever touching the floor. It was a nice addition to have.

Despite this, he felt miserable.

He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he missed his vampire friend. It was nice having someone to watch his back. Someone to stand alongside him, fighting as his equal. Although, he supposed that he couldn't quite consider Alucard as his complete equal. Alucard was a vampire with abilities that far surpassed his own.

Still, it was nice to at least have someone to actually talk to rather than just talking to himself or the Lost Soul that had reappeared shortly after Alucard's departure.

Simon continued on with his request regardless, fighting all manner of strange beasts along the way. He fought magical floating books that conjured monster's in the castle's library, and found himself face to face with the creatures responsible for his mother's death; the lycans. Needless to say, he enjoyed taking his anger out on them.

Somehow he ended up in some sort of workshop. Inside there were all sorts of different metal contraptions, most of which resembled that of children's toys, only on a much larger scale. The faces had been painted to make them look disturbing, as if they would come alive at any moment and swallow someone whole.

Simon kept an eye on the freakish toys as he passed, not trusting them, or much of anything else in this castle for that matter.

As he got further in, he found yet another strange contraption. In the center was a tall round pillar and attached to it were many long poles featuring the heads of different monsters at each end. Approaching it, he eyed it with curiosity, wondering what it was for.

Unfortunately, he was soon to find out, for soon enough the floor began to move underneath his feet and with it the poles.

He found himself trapped in an obstacle course, electric beams blocking his escape, forcing him to run, jump and duck just to avoid being hit by the poles that moved up and down at random.

It was physically brutal, even for someone like Simon who had trained his whole life, building up as much strength and endurance as he could. By the time it started to slow down, Simon desperately needed to catch his breath.

That was when he noticed something moving below him.

Crouching down to peer down through the grated floor, he saw strange mechanisms, which he assumed were operating the obstacle course. It was dark down there, so he wasn't entirely sure, but he swore he saw a figure moving the mechanisms around.

He didn't have time to see any more, as the hellish obstacle course started to move again, this time in the opposite direction.

With a groan, Simon got up and resumed dodging the poles.

Eventually he grew weary and tired from the exertion, and ended up getting hit a couple times, knocking him flat on his back. He didn't bother to get up, knowing that he would just get knocked down again, and instead watched as the poles spun around above his head, making him feel dizzy in the process.

Finally it came to a screeching halt. Simon waited a few minutes to see if it would start up again. The electric beams soon fell, signalling that it was indeed over. It was safe for him to get up.

"Thank God!" Simon exclaimed, a sense of relief washing over him. "Whoever created that thing had to be out of his mind."

"It was the toymaker; one of Dracula's servants," came a voice that he had quickly become familiar with.

A few moments later, a swarm of bats came flying through the grating, gathering at the base of the contraption as they began to take the form of the white-haired vampire.

"He created this as a trap, along with many others, for those who dared to intrude upon his master's castle," Alucard explained.

"It was you," Simon realized. "You were the one working the mechanisms. You helped me."

Alucard merely nodded.

"Why? Does it involve my father?" Simon tried yet again to get the vampire to open up. "And don't lie to me. It's clear that you knew him."

Alucard didn't reply, but rather stared at him with an intensity that gave him goosebumps. The vampire could definitely be intimidating when he wanted to.

"Let's just say that I vowed to make sure no one else would suffer as he did…" came his cryptic reply.

This wasn't enough for Simon. The vampire had just admitted that he possessed knowledge of how his father had died, yet he was unwilling to share anything more. It was infuriating. It wasn't as if he was some child who couldn't handle the truth. He expected it to be a gruesome tale, but he felt that he needed to hear exactly what happened in order to find closure.

"I don't suppose you have changed your mind about facing the Prince of Darkness?"

"Not a chance," Simon insisted. "I told you, I must avenge my parents."

Something changed within Alucard in that moment. His previously intense expression softened and his shoulders seemed to drop slightly.

"How did your mother die?"

The question caught Simon off guard. Why would he want to know how his mother had died? Why should he answer this question when the vampire didn't answer any of his own.

Regardless, he felt as though he had no choice. He wasn't sure if this was Alucard's doing, using his powers to force the information out of him, or if it was the haunted look about the vampire's face.

With a sigh, Simon began to retell his story. "My father came to this castle many years ago when I was but a child. He came to destroy the evil that lives here. He never returned."

There was a brief pause as he reflected on what he could still remember of that fateful day.

"He must have greatly angered the Dark Lord, for soon after, Dracula attacked the Brotherhood Stronghold with his legions. None survived. My mother was killed trying to keep me safe."

Alucard closed his eyes, as if on the verge of tears. "I am so sorry…"

Simon raised a brow. Sorry? Why was he so sorry? It wasn't as if he was the one to blame. No, that was Dracula.

"For what are you sorry?" he asked. "Who are you?"

The vampire just shook his head and retook the form of a swarm of bats.

"Wait!"

Simon called after him to stay, but it was no use.

He couldn't figure Alucard out. We're all vampires this vague? One moment he was helping him, claiming that he too wanted to destroy Dracula and then the next he was trying to persuade him against doing so.

Turning, Simon found the Lost Soul floating behind him, as if he only appeared when Alucard was gone. He didn't understand that either.

"Who is he?" Simon asked the specter-like creature, pulling the mirror shard from around his neck. "Show me! With this! Now!"

The Lost Soul made no attempt to move, nor did the mirror glow as it had before when he was shown his father's battle cross.

This frustrated him even further.

"You stupid creature!"

Simon raised his fist to punch the creature, but the Lost Soul caught his arm before he could deliver the blow.

Then he too left.

"Why won't anyone answer me?!"

...

Alucard had to get away. He couldn't let Simon see him in such a state of sorrow. As any father, he hated the thought of having his own son see him cry. It was worse in his case, as not only was he a vampire whose eyes could only produce tears of blood, but it also raised too many questions … questions that he could not bear to answer.

And so Alucard fled from the toymaker's obstacle course and up into one of the old man's many workshops, taking a moment to make sure it was deserted before transforming back.

Only then did he allow himself to let it all out.

It was all his fault. He knew it to be true. Simon had come to the castle because of him, or rather because of the mirror he had so ignorantly gifted him before he left. If only he had known then what he knew now, both in regards to the mirror as well as the truth behind his father's past.

The more he considered it, the more he realized that it was not in fact his fault, at least not entirely, but rather it was the fault of the Brotherhood.

He knew now that the Brotherhood of Light had betrayed him, leading him down a path that would lead to ruin for him and his true family. It was because of them that his father had become the monster that he was, and it was because of them that he had died at the hand of his father, only to be turned as an act of desperation to save him.

And yet he found that he didn't hate them, at least not as his father did. Despite everything, he could not forget about the love he had felt towards the company of men that had served as the only family he had ever known for many years.

While he did understand his father's rage towards them, he could not bring himself to think them entirely evil. He realized that there were probably many men who, much like him, grew up in their care, following them blindly as any obedient child would, never knowing that they were being deceived. If anything, he felt sorry for them.

Just then, he sensed another presence.

Pulling out his combat cross, he assumed battle stance. "Show yourself!"

Gears began to turn on the strange device before him, yet another invention of the toy maker. Soon enough a creature began to emerge, rising from the device's center.

The creature was monstrous looking in every aspect imaginable. With a head that resembled that of a lion with green fur, multi colored wings sticking out of his back, legs of bleached bones and a tail to match, it was hard to figure out exactly what he was supposed to be.

"Look at what you have become," the creature chuckled as he crawled off the device and towards him "Do you even remember me?"

It took Alucard a few moments, but eventually he did recall.

His eyes widened, for he hardly recognized him. "You're the Daemon Lord I destroyed when I first came to the castle!"

"That's right," said the Daemon Lord. "And now, thanks to the toymaker, I can return the favor!"

And just like that, the battle was on.

The Daemon Lord was stronger than he remembered, with powers that he never had before. One such example was the fact that he could now shoot lasers out of his tail.

However, the Daemon Lord wasn't the only one who had become more powerful. Although he wasn't as proud about it as his opponent seemed to be, he too had been remade, in his case, into that of an immortal vampire.

"I've been looking forward to the moment when I would crush you into dust," the Daemon Lord taunted. "And once I'm done with you, I'll do the same to that foolish son of yours."

Alucard growled.

The brotherhood's crimes against him did not evoke his anger, but hearing the threat made against his son filled him with a rage that threatened to consume him.

"You leave Simon alone!"

The Daemon Lord only chuckled as he climbed back onto the device, taking the controls.

Alucard soon discovered that the device, much like his tail, shot out laser beams, only two of them, one from each side of the machine. It was quite a long process, trying to destroy the laser emitters all the while dodging all the lasers, but he found a way to dodge them easily enough with help from his combat cross and the conveyor belt attached to the ceiling.

"Let's be done with this then!" roared the Daemon Lord as he flew from his station and scooped up the vampire in his skeletal claw.

Returning to one of the electric charging stations, the Daemon Lord got a good laugh as he electrocuted his prey.

It was hard for Alucard not to scream out in pain as a jolt of electricity pierced through his body, shaking him intensely, but he bore through it and managed to free himself with a bit of effort. There was one flaw with having bones for hands, and that was that they were slippery.

In the end, he managed to knock him back into the hole he had come from. Unfortunately, the Daemon Lord managed to grab hold of his leg, hauling the vampire down with him.

They fell for a long time without any end in sight. Alucard did briefly wonder where it led to, but had little desire to find out for himself.

Severing the leg that had a hold of him, he lunged at the Daemon Lord, sinking his fangs into what little remained of his actual flesh, consuming every last drop of blood in his mutated body, and with it, the creature's powers.

When he was certain that the Daemon Lord was drained and powerless, he let go, discovering that he had sprouted a pair of demonic bloodstained wings, allowing him to fly up out of the never-ending pit and back out. No sooner had he landed safely on the floor above, then the device exploded, crumbling in on itself and blocking the pit's entrance.

He felt no pity nor mercy at the demise of the creature, but rather he saw it as one less monster to worry about … One less creature to protect his son from …

With that in mind, he flew out of the workshop to go find Simon again. Something told him that he was going to need more help.