#the little bat wing creatures yes.

[atrial-ofhorror-if]

How do you all feel about gargoyles? 👀👀 I'm asking for a friend.

[alyslittlehaven]

In What We Keep Chapter 1 - A Fires Warmth.

DragonBorne!Reader X Azriel Shadowsinger.

One fateful night after a mission, the three bat brothers need to seek refuge from the cruel winds past the mountains of Illyria, after a little debating, Azriel decides to take his brothers to the slice of life he took for himself

Warnings: Self Made Fae Race, swearing, talks of sex/sexual interactions, lewd jokes and or conversations, Pregnancy, Pre-established Relationship, mates, fated, Soft Azriel, secret relationships and more ACOTAR IS NOT MY BOOK, NEITHER ARE THE CHARACTERS

(This is short due to my writer's block hitting hard, also- ignore my horrible writing in this I don't have the greatest imagination right now lol.)

“This storm isn’t going anywhere, Az.”

Cassian’s voice strained as he squinted through the heavy snowfall. Their footsteps behind them quickly being covered up as they continued on through the cold. Cassian groaned, his body shivering harshly.

 Azriel grunted as he tightened the fur that hung around his body. The black dire wolf pelt kept out the wind just for a little longer as the snow picked up around them all. Azriel looked over his shoulder, his hair swaying lightly in the wind as his brothers stopped behind him. There was no way they could continue on like this. Flying in this weather would be a death wish and the creatures that they were hunting were extremely sensitive to magic. Their noses picked up the slightest bit of arcane and followed it like it was food. 

The snow continued to whip around them. Azriels wings shifting as the wind blew in between the membrane and his back. The cold slowly seeps into his bones as the three of them pick up the pace once again. Rhysand let out a huff, looking around slowly and yelling over the blizzard. “There is no way we can get to RoseHall like this, let alone the camps! We need to find shelter!” Cassian nodded, looking at Azriel with a pleading look. Rhysand was right, there was no way the storm was going to let up, and if anything was just getting worse the longer they walked. Rosehall was nowhere on the other side of the mountain and the winds of Illyria were unforgiving to travellers during the summer months. What would happen to the three of them if they continued to trudge through the snow?

Cassian crossed his arms, his lips turning blue as they stood still huddled together. His wings spanned out and fluttered to get the snow off of them. The weight on his shoulders now dispersed as her shook himself off. Azriel looked around, looking for any kind of landmark that could tell him where they stood on the mountain. His eyes locked into a bundle of lights in the distance. A relieved breath left him as he saw the small, broken sign with a carved dragon egg on it. 

His brows furrowed as he thought, his arms wrapping around himself as he took a couple of steps. Dread slowly made its way to his stomach as he realized where they were heading.

He could bring them into his home. The small cabin he had built with his own hands inside of the heart of the hearth. The home that his mate was in while he stood out in the cold with his brothers. Her body probably curled up on the couch with that ugly knitted blanket she made draped over her as a book remained under her nose. The fire probably roaring in the fireplace and leaving the room in a nice orange glow.

Azriel sighed, quickly pulling up his hood before beginning to move in the direction of the light,. His voice hoarse as he spoke. "I have somewhere we can stay. if you don't mind walking for a bit more, that is." Cassian rolled his eyes, his feet moving without him having to think about saying yes or no as he followed his brothers closely. 

“Azriel…where are we going?” Rhysands teeth chatters, his breaths coming out as fog due to the cold. His whole body nearly froze at the question. He had worked so hard to keep this part of his life a secret from his family. The relaxing life he came to every night and woke up the day after next to. The happy cabin he filled with love and work that he made sure he separated his work life from his mate. His wonderful, beautiful mate pressed kisses to his hand when he came home from work and tried out new Illyrian recipes so he would feel at home in the hearth. The best woman he had met, and the calmest. They had spoken about it a few times, introducing her to his family and the inner circle, and despite her wanting to meet them he just didn’t want to yet. Wanting to keep her to himself just for a little longer.

“To…a friend's house. She lives right up here in this cabin.”

Rhysand and Cassian looked at each other, a small shrug was all Cassian responded with as they walked up the stairs of the porch. Azriel quickly opened the door, the wood creaking under his weight as he ushered the two in. A frown on his face as he shut the door behind them. “Y/n?” Azriels voice carried through the small cabin, some shuffling in the distance going dead silent.

“I’ll be there in a second love!” A couple of pans knocked together before she walked into the hallway, a small pep in her step now that she saw who was in her home. Cassian, ever the gossip, repeatedly hit Rhysands arm like a teenage girl. A smirk on his face as he raised an eyebrow at Azriel.

Rhysands jaw dropped as she untied her apron, the large and evident bump now on full display as she put down the fabric and pressed a hand to her stomach. Her eyes raked over the two unfamiliar men with a gentle smile. "You must be Azriels brothers...welcome to the Hearth. Come- Sit down, please."

[liv2post]

Dungeon Bats

Animagus!Snape x Animagus!Professor!Reader Wordcount: ~1000 Summary: Severus Snape thinks the Muggle Studies professor is strange only to find out she is an animagus with an awfully familiar form.

Read here or on ao3

The Muggle Studies professor was strange.

Hogwarts always had its fair share of odd characters occupying teaching positions. Even a ghost, evidently, was capable of teaching. But he couldn’t place what it was about you that made him so suspicious. 

You were human, not like Firenze or Professor Binns. You weren’t kooky like Hagrid or Professor Trelawney. Outwardly, you appeared perfectly normal. However, there were oddities if one looked closely.

You ate fruit. Lots of it. Every day at breakfast, instead of toast, eggs, bacon, sausage, things the other teachers would partake in, your breakfast consisted of fruit and only fruit, including a cup of pumpkin juice. Your plate appeared almost like a small pyramid, stacked with cubes of cantaloupe, pineapple, strawberries, honeydew, and grapes, leaving behind a pool of sweet juices when consumed. 

You also had a tendency to pop up and disappear seemingly out of nowhere. One time he went into your classroom to talk to you about moving a couple of detentions around only to find it empty, having swept his gaze around it. Just as he approached your office door to knock on it, you uttered a soft “hello” as you stood in the middle of the classroom, making him jump out of his skin. 

Furthermore, Filch had brought up to him once that he could hear some perplexing screeching noises echoing from random parts of the castle at night and even what sounded like right outside the windows. What was strange about it is he only brought them up the morning after you were scheduled to perform rounds.

This wasn’t to say he disliked you. Quite the opposite. Out of everyone in the castle, he’d say he preferred your company. Who he'd rather sit next to at Quidditch games? Probably you. Even though you were the Muggle Studies teacher, you had plenty of knowledge about Care for Magical Creatures and DADA. Potions weren’t your forte, but you’d happily let him ramble about the subject, even when he’d realize too late that he was rambling. 

“Why do you eat so much fruit?” he asked one day when you came into his classroom eating a sliced-up apple.

“Oh, uh, that’s just my animagus urges. Sorry, am I dripping juice on the ground again?”

He blinked dumbly at you. “You’re an animagus?”

You chuckled, “You didn’t know, Severus? I thought Minerva would’ve told you. Yes, I am an animagus.”

“What animal?” he asked. You smirked and set down the apple slices on a nearby table before shifting. Your robes moved with you, swishing up and shrinking until you took the form of a fruit bat. You flapped and swooped about the air in a few circles before landing on the flat surface of the table, using your talons and thumbs hooks to wriggle toward your sweet fruit.

“You’re a fruit bat,” he observed. You screeched at him in confirmation and began to gingerly gnaw on the flesh of the nearest apple slice. Severus remained quiet for a little, seemingly thinking to himself as his fingers flexed and his jaw clenched slightly. Much to your curiosity, he wordlessly set his wand down and took a deep breath. Within a flash, his robes swooped around him, and in his place was a fruit bat, just like you, but bigger. He flapped his wings just hard enough to get him onto the table as he landed with an audible thud. It was pretty much impossible for bats to take flight without launching from a tree or a high-up place.

[Woah! You’re a bat too? That’s awesome! Is that why students call you a “dungeon bat?”]

[Yes, I am an animagus whose form is also a bat, and no, that’s just a coincidence.]

[How come you’re so much bigger than me?]

[You don’t exactly tower over me, Y/N.]

From then on, the two of you would sometimes go on day flights if both of you had some free time. While both of you wished to fly at nights, you still needed time to sleep and perform your teaching duties during the day. However, your favorite times were when the both of you were scheduled to do rounds. Your classrooms were on opposite sides of the castle so it was almost like a game to use echolocation to find each other in the dark and meet up. It was a little fun considering the dungeons were almost maze-like. If the two of you were sure that no students were out and about, you’d ditch your duties, ascend up the Astronomy tower, and take off into the night sky, playfully chasing one another or showing off flying moves. 

Severus hardly used his form unless it was necessary. It’s not like one got to choose which animal they could shift into. Admittedly, he was a bit let down when he first shifted all those years ago, but with you he learned to embrace his batiness, though he still resisted such urges when it came to eating a castle’s worth of fruit. He liked flying, of course, but he found that he quite liked hanging upside down too, especially when he needed a break from grading or just wanted a change of scenery. Sometimes he’d come hang around your office when you were grading and vice versa.

Dumbledore came to visit his classroom one late afternoon to talk about a particularly unruly Slytherin, but could not find the potion master anywhere, not even in his office. It was rather dark, all the lamps extinguished and curtains drawn. What he did notice, however, was two wands haphazardly tossed onto the stone ground near Snape’s desk, one of which he recognized as your wand. Dumbledore craned his neck up towards the ceiling where an old chandelier hung and sure enough, hanging from one of the rungs was a large fruit bat, and swaddled in its wings being held close to its fur, a smaller fruit bat. The both of you were napping. The old wizard smiled at the sight and slowly receded back through the doorway, happy that Severus had finally found a little bat of his own.

[yuriisclumsy]

HELLO !! I SEE THAT YOU WRITE FOR CALE HENITUSE :d you've got good taste that man makes me feral i love that unbelievable idiot :D

Whadoyyathink about Cale being with someone who's weaker than him but she's kinda useful (one of pookie's powers is to boost someone's abilities, it generally doesn't matter if the one she's aiding doesn't have magical powers, they just have to be good at something like for example, painting and swordsmanship—she can enhance their ability and knowledge temporarily).

She's a mage that's dying the more she exploits her mana. She tried to not use too much, but in a reality where she and everyone suddenly got thrusted into war? She couldn't help but use, use, use.

None of em knew her degrading lifespan until one day she just told em casually when the gang asks wtf is wrong w u why do you look like u r boutta die and why do you keep passing out sometimes

If this is too much feel free to ignore, though thank you for reading :D

Will you stay by my side forever?

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1,443

[Authors Note]: This thing took me so long to make because I couldn't figure out what setting to write it on. Besides getting a bit tired of only writing for Cale back when I was consistent with the requests. But, hi! I'm back! At least just for this one. This request is back from May 💀. I still have two more, one from June, the other from July. So I might come back and do those. Do people want a part 4 for Love's Dance?

»»►Ouuu, what a fun scenario.

»»►Apologies in advance if it’s a bit weird, haven’t read or written for Cale in a while, so I might have lost my touch.

»»►Warning (I never really do these, but I thought it would be appropriate): could be inaccurate to the Henituse War Arc because I have yet to read it.

»»►Also, the POV is different on this one.

Dragons.

Powerful beings, capable of destroying us all if they wanted to.

One thing they weren’t meant for was to let humans ride them and control them like animals. They had far greater intelligence than any being in existence. 

So why should they submit to us?

The skies are filled with erratic bat-winged lizards; their flames and roars were scattered all over the field.

This was a war.

Dragons…What pesky creatures. I already have one to deal with, I don’t need more.

“Choi Han!”

“Yes, Master Cale?” said man came within seconds and kneeled in front of him.

“I need you to scout out the area in the east for me,” I commanded.

“On it,” and with that, he left as fast as he came.

I already know how all of this will pan out, but a little safety never hurt no one…

“Master Cale!”

“Hmm?” I turned to see one of the city guards running in a hurry towards me. “What is it? Why are you in such a hurry?”

“I-it’s lady [Name]! S-hes…” the guard gasped for air from the run.

“Easy, calm down… Now tell me, what’s wrong with [Name]?” I patted him in the back.

Recuperating the lost oxygen, the guard went serious and looked at me. “Lady [Name] has lost a great deal of blood and fainted..! S-she just started to cough and— M-master Cale–? Where are you going?!” The Guard shouted at me, but all noise was shut down by my mind.

That instinct to check on those you care about kicked in the moment I heard the word blood being uttered.

I ran.

Ran, and ran, until I was able to see the camp where she had been stationed at by me. A camp far from the battlefield, but close enough for me to constantly check-up on her.

How could a thing like this happen to me? I had just checked on you a few hours ago, so why? Why are you suddenly bleeding?

The men there stood aside as I ran past them. They understood not to be on my way with the expression I wore on my face.

“Where is she?!” I yelled to the men crowding a tent. I already knew my answer when they looked at me  and then at the inside with sad expressions.

I burst in and scanned the area to look for the woman I ran miles to see. I paused. There, on a bed on the far corner of the shelter, was her. [Name]. Medics surrounded her with yet more sad faces.

I walked slowly towards them, not wanting to know if what I had in my mind were to be true. “Is she alright?” I asked when I was a mere few feet away from the bed.

The head doctor looked at me with furrowed brows and sighed. He then gave me a smile when he saw my eyes, filled with worry.

“She is fine,” he said. I let the breath I didn’t know I was holding. “But she has lost a great deal of blood. I need her to stay in bed for a few days, and another more of pure rest until I see her health back up again.”

“I see… Thank you.”

“No need, it’s my job,” the doctor looked at the other two, who I believe to be his apprentices, and gestured to them to exit with him. “I’ll leave you alone with her,” he patted my shoulder as he left.

I stood there for a bit, before I went and sat on the bed right next to hers. I stared at her face; the face that made my heart jump from excitement wherever I saw a smile; the face that l would look at and made me feel better instantly; the face that made me fall deeply in love with her.

“...Cale?” a voice rang in my ears which made me snap out of my trance. My eyes meet with hers.

“[Name]...you’re awake,” I let out simply. She smiled at me, relieving me from the aching I had in my heart moments prior. “Are you feeling better?”

She nodded. Her eyes were filled with a love I can’t put in words, stared at mine. “I’m… I’m sorry,” she said sadly.

My eyebrows knitted in confusion. “What are you sorry for? None of this is your fault.”

“...” she stayed silent. She turned her head to the other side, blocking my view of her expression. I knew this move of her’s. She did this whenever she was hiding something. And then I realized something. I hadn’t asked what the cause of the blood was.

“[Name]...” I called to her, “..this wasn’t your fault…was it?”

“...I’m sorry,” she apologized and let out a low sob. “I didn’t want for any of you to find out this way….”

I was in disbelief. What possibly could she have done to cause such blood loss other than a stab wound…had she...?

“[Name], tell me… You didn’t cut yourself, have you?”

She quickly looked at me, “no, of course not, I would never do something as bad as hurting myself!” She reassured me.

That’s good…but that doesn’t answer how she had lost a lot of blood.

“Then…why were you bleeding?”

“...That’s..a long story.”

“I have all day,” I crossed my legs and rested my head on the palm of my hand.

“...”

“...”

She sighted thinking I would give up on the subject, but I’m far too stubborn to give up. “I lost a lot of blood because…”

“Because…?”

“Because of my ability…” she finally said.

“Your ability..? The ability to enhance abilities?” I asked in thought.

“Yes.”

“How exactly does your ability work then?”

“Well, you know that I can upgrade someone's abilities, yes?” I nod, and she continues, “but what I didn’t tell you was the toll it comes with.”

“Toll? Wait, have you been hurting yourself while using your ability?” I accuse her.

“No! Well…yeah, but exactly how you think…” that wasn't very convincing. “Whenever I use my power, it takes energy from my body. The more I use it, the weaker I get.”

“...”

“Please don’t be mad at me…” she pleaded with puppy eyes.

“...I’m not mad.”

“I feel like you are.”

“Well, I’m not,” I straightened my back, “but I will have you permanently stop using that power of yours.”

“What!?” She sat up at lighting speed, and groaned out of pain.

“Don’t sit up so quickly,” I got up and held her back.

“Y-you can’t just…prohibit me from using my power! How else would I be useful to you? How would I earn money!?”

I didn’t say anything. Then an idea came to mind. My ears were burning at the thought.

Taking courage, I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat at the word I was about to say.

“...I’m firing you,” I said.

“...Huh?” She looked heartbroken. Oh, how I can’t see you like that. “no…No, no. Please, let me work for you. Please, Cale!” She grabbed my arms in an attempt to make me rethink my decision.

“No, my choice is final,” she was at the brink of crying. “Instead… I want you to stay by my side.”

“What..do you mean?” Her eyes gawk at me with tear drops threatening to spill out.

“Let me rephrase myself so you can understand,” I cleared my throat, “I would like for you to be mine.”

We stared into each others eyes. She shed a tear from before, but not out of frustration, or grief of a lost job, but out of love and affection. She chuckled.

“Is this your way of courting me?”

“Is it bad?”

“No! No, it’s…interesting,” she lowered her head to laugh at my proposal.

“So?” I placed my index finger under her shin and tilted her head to look at me. “Are you going to accept?”

“Hahaha… Yes. I accept,” she gave me the happiest smile I had seen from her.

And in that moment, I knew I was the happiest man alive.

Fin

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[ghostlyfleur]

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

eddie munson x new girl

contents: new girl referred to as angel, lovesick!eddie, strangers to friends to lovers, hellfire club, dustin henderson cameo, mutual pining, inexperienced!reader, shy!reader, maybe fairy!reader but i’m not sure yet.

word count: ~1k

summary: eddie lets his love consume him, and he’s okay with it.

eddie munson is down bad. in love. completely enamored. shot by cupid. and she’s beautiful. the fairest maiden in all the land.

she’s all flowery dresses, flowy skirts, cozy sweaters, butterfly clips in her hair, fairy wing eyeliner design and shimmery glitter on her eyelids, sparkly pink lipgloss, highlighter on her cheekbones— the prettiest angel he’s ever seen. absolutely ethereal. the thing is, she’s terribly clueless. oblivious, even. her and eddie have built a lovely friendship over the last few months, ever since he met her when he picked dustin up from the library. that’s when it happened. that’s when he got hit. an arrow straight through his heart.

his angel — because she must be an angel, with the way the sun followed her around and made her shimmer — was aiding dustin with his search, trying to find books on supernatural lore that he could take inspiration from for the campaign he was putting together. it was dustin’s first campaign in his hellfire club career, and he was taking it very seriously to eddie’s amazement and amusement. but whatever thoughts about dungeons and dragons that were swirling around his head cleared completely at the sight of her; in her white sandals, knee-length white silky skirt, and alice in wonderland graphic tank top she was a sight to behold. a mirage. a dream. sunny disposition, bright smile, fidgety hands, and the most enchanting voice— a siren call, really. and eddie was hooked. it didn’t help that dustin talked his ear off about the nice girl that was quick to provide him with an immense list of folklore and magic lore books that could help him, about fairytales and whimsical creatures.

“she talked about fairies as if she were one, dude, it was sick!” dustin gushed.

eddie noticed the kid kept going back to the same library, kept entering his van afterwards with a list of books and another cute tale revolving around the pretty angel girl of eddie’s dreams. until one day dustin looked all nervous and coy and a little scared, and yeah, usually eddie loved to invoke that same reaction from him, but this time he didn’t know the reason behind it, behind the kid’s hesitant gaze. and truly it couldn’t have been a better reason. dustin wanted the mystery angel to be able to attend hellfire, to watch his campaign.

“‘s the least i can do, man! she helped me with a lot of it and she was like- super interested in my shirt and stuff, please?” eddie’s quick reply, the resounding ‘yes’ he couldn’t hold back, caught dustin by surprise but he didn’t question it. don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all that, right?

angel showed up in a long skirt with a flower pattern, converse shoes, and a black queen shirt tucked in. braided hair, lipgloss, and a tupperware box filled with chocolate chip cookies for the whole club.

“my thanks for letting me crash your campaign.”

eddie was hooked. once the session was done and the boys were gone, thanking her profusely for the treats after they picked her brain for cryptid lore, she stayed behind to help eddie tidy up, and they talked about music. she was shy, incredibly so, soft spoken and giggly and socially awkward, but she laughed at eddie’s jokes and playfully teased him once or twice, and complimented his bats tattoo, so eddie offered her a ride home. she gracefully declined, claiming she drove herself, so he walked her to her car instead.

plans were made so that she attended each of dustin’s campaign sessions and through those sessions, the clean up afterwards, the talks about music and bands and movies, their time together evolved to going for milkshake afterwards, a coffee shop for some hot chocolate sometimes, and a friendship blossomed. a very strong one at that.

being alone, living alone, existing alone was kind of her thing— she preferred to be by herself, to indulge in her hobbies on her own, because she was anxious. extremely anxious. but apparently not at all reserved about it or ashamed of talking about it, which was proven by the fact that she casually let it slip pass her lips that she had an anxiety disorder the very first time she was alone with eddie after hellfire.

not a single sign of shame or guilt in admitting it, and eddie admired that.

admired that she was a loner even though she was so polite and kind, ready to send anyone she walked past a smile because she knew how much it mattered to those who needed a little kindness. a quiet soul but couldn’t shut up if you cared enough to figure out her interests, she laughed at everything, giggled without reason sometimes, talked to herself a lot, was often lost in daydreams, had a dark sense of humor surprisingly. complex but friendly. eddie couldn’t get enough, always wanting to find out more about her, to talk to her more, to understand her more.

but most importantly, in her opinion, eddie allowed her to be herself without any judgment. encouraged her even. and that was priceless. so yes, a strong friendship bloomed, but neither one of them wanted to stop at just that. the dark haired boy was quickly aware of his growing feelings, his attraction, his infatuation that turned to love, while his angel didn’t clock in on her emotions quite so fast, being entirely inexperienced and lacking any previous romantic validation. her anxiety and introverted tendencies played a part in that too, probably.

but that’s alright, eddie is more than okay with waiting for her to catch up.

♡

── harmo’s footnotes:

i love thinking about our sweet eddie falling for a soft girl. he deserves a cozy, comfy, cute love story! please remember to show your support by reblogging!

masterlist. eddie dreams.

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[cheianimatez]

Please Don't Cry, Little One

Warnings: Child abuse, violence

You have horrible parents. They treated both you and your older sibling horribly. But your sibling loves you. They swore they will never leave your side and maybe soon, when you two are old enough, you can finally escape this hellhole.

One day, they saw you crying, covered in bruises, so they decided to let you play on their phone. While your parents went out to get drunk, your sibling cooks you dinner. Meanwhile, while you're using their phone, you found a game called "Genshin Impact". You asked your sibling about this and asked for their permission if they can play it. Your sibling said yes.

You played the game and you're amazed from the graphics and the world. It looks like a fairy tale. Your sibling told you some basic knowledge on how to play the game and about the story.

You saw a character named Venti in the team, and when you tried his gameplay, you loved it.

When your sibling saw you happy and when they looked at their phone, they were surprised you used their main.

Everyday, when you have a chance, you played Genshin on your sibling's phone just to play as Venti. The bard is very fun to play with, your sibling can see that.

Until one day, tragedy struck.

Your sibling got beaten to death. Your father is now trying to find you, holding a bloody bat on his hand, while you're hiding in a closet somewhere in your room. You held your sibling's phone, the game still on but the sound volume is low so that the horrid man won't hear it.

[Meanwhile]

Venti is wondering why is his guide no longer responded. He then looked through the screen; on the sky, there is a barrier between two dimensions: His world, and his Traveler's world. He gained sentience the moment he met the main character. He realized the Traveler he usually talked to is not the real one. And he's probably the only one who can see the translucent barrier.

And oh boy, when he looked through, his eyes widened in horror.

A child crying.

He could here their mumbles "My sibling's dead. I'm so sorry, Venti"

Wait, his Traveler is now dead?! The child is their sibling?

He could here faint shouts of another voice.

And it sounded angry.

"Come out, you little sh(#)!"

No!

He won't linger here and watch helplessly!

He must do something!

Then he did what he shouldn't do in Teyvat, let alone in his nation...

He turned to his god form and flew fast towards the barrier.

Your father found you and is now holding you tight by the neck.

"Your sibling won't help you now, helpless creature!"

He's about to throw you to a wall when he suddenly got thrown away by a strong gust of wind, letting his grip on you go.

"Mortal fool, you think you're powerful by hurting a child?"

The man immediately scrambled backwards as his eyes widened to the god. The costume is not even a costume, it's legit.

"You should have taken care of your young. Instead, you and your wife abandoned them. Now, your punishment will be death!"

"The God of Freedom ensures everyone has freedom. But you, it seems you take it for granted..."

.

"So I have no choice but to take away your freedom. Your freedom to live"

Venti, or should I say, Barbatos, summoned his bow, and aimed the arrow infused with Anemo energy, and released it, hitting at the man's heart. You were behind Barbatos's wings, so you can't see what happened to your cruel father, all you heard are his screams of agony.

When the screams are no longer heard, Barbatos turned around, still not letting you see what happened to your father, but all you know is that you're finally safe. When you looked up, he looked familiar to your sibling's main

"Venti?"

"Yes, little one?" -Venti, feeling glad the child, his Traveler's sibling, remembering his human form.

You then hugged him as you let out your quiet sobs, making Venti sad.

"Hush... It's alright, you're safe now" -Venti, hugging you back

"Please don't cry, Little One..."

[codeopod]

The Hells dispersed into their tent and began dropping all their gear near respective beds and taking shots from the bottles Ashton managed to scavenge. Weariness and heartbreak had begun to give way to a delirious happiness at seeing their old friend return.

“Dorian! There’s someone else you have to meet!” Laudna flourished excitedly, “Oh Pâté!” She called.

Just over her shoulder a creature popped into existence, wobbling and flapping the bat-like wings that barely kept it aloft. “Yes mum watcha’ need?”

Dorian was taken aback. “Oh my god! He’s alive? He’s real? That’s a real-thing?!”

“Oh ‘ello Dory! ’s been a while.” The bird skull turned to address him.

“Dorian. It certainly has, wow, did you get…bigger?”

“He’s a bit bigger, yeah.” Imogen added, dropping her head over Laudnas shoulder.

“Oh an’ these two!” Pâté flapped out to turn and gesture at them. “They finally forked the meat pie-if you know what I mean-“

“Pâté! You crude little pest.”

“-‘ey lock me in ma’ house at night now, gets awful scary with the noises ‘ey-“

Laudna brought her hands together like she was swatting a bug midair and Pâté yelped as his form squisheed and burst into black goo. “That’s quite enough of that.”

“Oh, well-I, congratulations you two, if I am understanding his…way with words…correctly?”

“We’re datin’ yeah.” Imogen couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s wonderful! Honestly I thought you’d been secretly together this whole time.”

“You’re not the first to say that, actually.”

“I also have a wolf in my chest! Would you like to meet him?” Laudna bounced excitedly towards Dorian, who scrambled backwards.

“A what?! I-um sure?”

Dorian watched helplessly as a massive wolf literally burst out of Laudna’s chest. He held his bladder but took several steps back to keep his shoes free of ichor. “Oh, wow-you weren’t kidding, that is a very large dog.”

The thing was half rotten and only really had fur along its head and spine. Ghostly glowing mist drifted around it and seeped from the gapping wounds in its side. It gnashed its teeth as it turned to look at him. It’s eyes glowed a sickly green that was almost hypnotizing, only breaking away when Imogen whistled and it bounded happily over to sit at her heel.

“That’s a good boy.” She cooed and rubbed at his ears.

Laudna echoed his praises. “His name is Caviar, isn’t he gorgeous?”

“He certainly…suits your style!”

Orym joined them then, watching Dorians expressions carefully. “Guys, maybe let’s save some excitement for the morning?”

“Rest does sound nice, though I may not sleep.” Dorian admitted his face darkening, “…not after seeing that!” He tried to spin it as a joke but Orym’s frown deepened.

“You can bunk with me -and Fearne- if you want?”

“…I will admit, I have missed our cuddle piles.” Dorian smiled softly. The two men stared at eachother for an extended moment while Imogen and Laudna looked between them.

Laudna snickered but Imogen’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she pressed into Laudna’s side. “Well then, are you ready for bed, baby?” She purred just loud enough to be overheard. “We can leave the boys to their…cuddlin’.”

Dorian choked out a cough, his cheeks darkening. Laudna melted, twirling her hair around a finger and smiling a dopey grin. “We can have our own cuddle pile.”

“Of course.” Imogen grinned before rocking up on her toes and pulling Laudna into a soft kiss. The hound at their side jumped to his feet and did an excited twirl, tail wagging as his master sighed happily.

“I-uh- we should just-“ Dorian sputtered. Orym resisted an eye roll but smiled fondly at the pair. “Yeah, let’s go find Fearne.”

“I heard we’re kissing?” Fearne popped up behind them with a wine bottle in her hand. “It’s about time!”

Orym groaned into his hands, face heating.

[medusapelagia]

09 - The chirping creature

written for @steddieangstyaugust (prompt: Upside Down  ), @augustwritingchallenge (Prompt: joker, Wings), and  @aug-kissed  (prompt: Butterly kisses) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: Kas!Eddie, blood Words: 1544

This is the stupidest idea Steve has ever had.

Well, maybe not the stupidest, going back to Byler's house armed only with a nailed bat or follow the kids down the tunnels with a pair of goggles and a scarf to protect his mouth and his nose was pretty stupid too, but going back in the Upside Down alone to retrieve Eddie Munson's body… yeah that was another level of stupidity.

After all, it wasn't his fault if his house was the closest to the trailer park and his parents weren't around to stop him.

Robin probably would have tried, but she was home with her parents, promising not to leave without a word during the next apocalypse and Dustin was still at the ER with a sprained ankle and a very worried mom. The same place where Steve should have been, probably, but his bites were too big for stitches and there was no way he was going to let someone sedate him during an apocalypse, so he just asked for clean bandages and signed his discharge paper against medical advice.

Perks of being twenty.

Walking through the woods, Steve wonders why he never realized how close Eddie's trailer and his house were. Not that he actually cared about the strange guy who used to jump on tables making anticonformists speeches and offending him and his friends. Well, now that he thinks about it, that's probably the reason.

The cracks in the ground aren't on fire as they were when they managed to escape from the Upside Down for sheer luck. Steve stops for a moment, reminding himself that he's getting back in a place full of deadly creatures that can smell blood from yards, with a flashlight, a radio, and a nailed bat. Well, he hopes to find the weapon they left there, but yes. This is a very stupid idea.

Looking down through the cracks, Steve sees only darkness.

For a moment he wonders if the passage between the two dimensions closed after their escape, but a red solitary thunder in the distance tells him that it's not the case.

Taking a deep breath, Steve makes a giant step, the same his diving instructor taught him to do before diving underwater. He holds his breath while he falls and the up becomes down and the down becomes up. The landing is rough and he whimpers, holding his sides with one arm while fishing for the flashlight in his backpack.

The place is still ominous as he remembered. Steve tries to keep calm, moving slowly and quietly toward the place where he last saw Eddie, lying in his own blood, surrounded by dead demobats and with a crying Dustin by his side.

It's a little comfort knowing that he didn't die alone, which is probably way more than what Steve could hope for himself, given the fact that he’s a fucking hurt prey without a pack to protect him, but he tries really hard not to think about it while he keeps moving.

The abandoned bicycle is still there and so it's the dry pool of blood. But Eddie's body is nowhere to be found.

Steve looks around himself, confused, he's one hundred percent sure that’s the place. Did the demodogs drag Eddie’s body somewhere else to feed on him?

God, that's disgusting. How cold he left Eddie's body there! Steve should have found a way to take him with them, even if he was hurt and he and Robin had to wrangle Dustin toward the gate.

"Eddie..." he sighs, and his knees give away making him fall on the dirt, while Steve hits his leg with frustration.

Steve made the wrong choice as always! He should have… he should…!

"I'm so sorry, Eddie," Steve whispers, while hot tears fall on his face here, where none can see him cry.

He screams into the void, knowing that he will attract every fucking monster, but its pain and his rage are boiling inside him and the only thing he can do is scream until he has no more voice.

That's so unfair!

Unfair for them, who had to face monsters for years because people were greedy, and unfair for Eddie, who’s dead but is still the number one suspect in Chrissy's murder. Unfair for every single person who lives in Hawkins and thinks that it's just a quiet town in Indiana.

When he finally stops screaming his voice is hoarse and his eyes are puffy, but no monster showed its horrid face.

Steve grabs some dirt and shoves it into his pocket. It makes no sense, but it makes him feel better knowing that he has something that belonged to Eddie, even if it's just dirt and dried blood.

He gets up, slowly, ready to get back to the Right Side Up and admit his defeat, when he hears a chirping sound coming from the other side of the trailer park.

It doesn't sound like a growl, typical of demodogs, or a shriek, typical of demobats. It's a chirp. Like a bird one. Only… way lower.

Steve stops, staring at the numerous trailers lined one after the other but sees nothing. Thinking that it was his imagination, he turns again, stepping toward the crack, but he hears the chirp again, this time closer than before.

He turns immediately, holding his flashlight high to enlighten whatever might be coming for him, but once more, he sees nothing.

This time Steve is sure he didn't imagine it, so he starts stepping back, while keeping his eyes pinned on the trailers, looking for any movement. And then he hears the chirp again, but this time it's way closer and it's behind him. Steve freezes, feeling goosebumps while he slowly turns toward the creature that's towering behind him. 

He doesn't get the time to turn because the creature's chest hits Steve's back. It feels strong, and firm, and there's a pale pair of arms ready to… hug him tight?

Steve stares at the pale arms that are surrounding him and recognizes a familiar tattoo: a flock of black bats.

"Eddie?" He asks, confused, feeling his heart beating so loudly that it’s the only sound Steve can hear.

The creature chirps again, nuzzling at Steve's nape before rubbing his cheek against Steve's. The creature's long eyelashes flutter a few times against Steve's cheek in a sweet and soft movement that soothes Steve.

If Eddie is giving him butterfly kisses he's not going to eat him, right?

"Are you ok, Eddie? You sound… different."

The creature chirps again, releasing his hold and stepping back.

Steve remains still for a few moments and then he slowly turns… just to find a huge pair of membranous wings shielding someone.

"Eddie?" he calls again, reaching out with one hand to touch the wings that are dusty pink and there are covered in blue veins. The skin is soft under Steve's fingertip, and the wing twitches like a cat's ear, revealing for a moment the creature hidden behind it.

"Eddie. It's ok. It's just me. Steve." he tries again, "Can you… can you show yourself to me?"

The wings shake while a deeply unhappy chirp comes from the creature.

"Ok. Take your time. I'm going to wait here with you and-"

At those words the wings open and the creature starts chirping in a panicked way, shaking his head, grabbing Steve by the arm, and dragging him toward the crack.

"Hold on. Hold on. I'm not going back without you!" Steve yells, digging his heels and trying to resist the creature's pulling.

When the creature turns toward him, for the first time Steve sees how different Eddie is. His light skin is even paler, his eyes are red and shiny, his mouth is covered in dark dry blood and he has an enormous pair of wings, taller than him, that end with some long black claws and that now are open wide and are casting an ominous shadow.

"Well… you grew taller." Steve chuckles, trying to ease the mood, and Eddie tilts his head before chirping again with a soft smile, while he retracts his wings slowly.

Eddie tries to speak again, getting frustrated when only a chirp comes out from his mouth, but Steve steps closer to him, taking his hand that now has long black claws.

"We'll find a way to get you back." He promises, even if he has no idea how, "For the moment you could stay at my place. My house is big and my parents are never home."

Eddie points at himself and then at Steve, chirping questions that Steve can't really understand, but he can guess.

"Yeah. You and me, at my place. I'll even let you choose the movie for movie night, how does it sound?"

Eddie smiles and his smile has way too many teeth to be human, but somehow is the same shy smile Steve remembered.

The creature tilts his head, hearing something that Steve can only dream to hear, and quickly lifts Steve bridal style, running toward the crack. If there's a positive side in Eddie's new form, is that flying from one dimension to the other is way more easy than jumping.

And the rest is a problem for another day.

[ohmyplasticstars]

QUACHIL UTTAUS HEADCANONS

First time ever drawing quachill, she's actually a lot of easier to draw than I thought which is probably what kept me from drawing her in the first place

I think it'd be really stinkin cute if Quachill had more bat parts to her

To reference yog, cuz technically she's a biblically accurate angel which references her mom Ishtar is a goddess, and she wears jewellery similar to her mom's

So it'd be neat if she had some goofy bat features

She has bat legs and smol bat wings she's silly

While I don't think Yog has bat legs because he's a vampire

I like to think when quachil was being born genetics got freaky, because Ishtar goddess of the pests and creatures and Yog is a Vampire with a bat form

So quachill came out lookin like a creature

Ishtar told Yog to get freaky with her in bat form trust 🗣️🗣️🗣️/j

So the vampire genes came out funny on quachill she has bat legs, wings, and long stringy fingers to match her batty toes

Yeah I made the hems of her skirt and ends sleeves look like bat wings too

She's a lovely kid

Lamprey ahh, she only opens her mouth to eat, people? Maybe probably yeah they eat people

She can talk telepathically without opening her mouth tho, it sounds echoey and grand to humans

But to the astrals she just has a regular kid tone, still says whatever too fr

Head canons: she likes cheezits, and she wrecks misfortune and disaster on earth, she's a thrones angel and angel of misfortunes

She acts all high and mighty around humans and tries to speak fancy (since astrals see humans as lesser, yes they all act high and mighty around humans and then just become goofy as hell when among themselves

except dagda he's like the cheshire cat, and abdicus doesn't speak with people much but if he does he goes into a psychotic ramble but otherwise he's basically a feral human

Also yeah he's also human but he matches the astral freak so no one touches him 💀 except zoth yk yk)

But really to the astrals she's just a little guy

Yog doesn't exactly support it, but he looks Sus and sissy when teaching quachil this so he doesn't exactly bother

I like to think the astrals are all ridiculously powerful to different levels and quachil being an angel she has big potential

Like my friends and I had a head canon that quachil plays with meteors 💀

She's the reason why meteor showers happen guys

[micropoe10]

Batstarion & Batav (A Headcanon)..Pt.1🦇

I finally got the epilogue from the new patch, and first thing I did was stare this man down til he went to bat form and it did not disappoint! He is so perfect (not like he isn't already 100% of the time), but I wanted to hold him and squeeze him and just take care of him.

I have absolutely adored seeing everyone's wonderful batstarion artwork, and so many of you have inspired me to write Batstarion x Batav Adventures. Recently though I've been inspired by the amazing @pani-artz and their rendition of our favorite fuzzy flying menace.

So I thought what if...(Ascended Astarion and spawn/vampiric TAV) can move freely between themselves and their bat forms. And fly around Faerun causing chaos and going on adventures living their best lives....GET READY FOR SUPER FLUFF PART 1!!!

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Taking place somewhere between his ascension and the epilogue party, Astarion and Tav are living the high life in their dark palace in Baldur's Gate. Hosting lavish parties, meeting foreign dignitaries, enjoying each other's company everynight. When they aren't entangled in one another's arms Astarion is working on his ascendant abilities.

Walking on walls and ceilings was a breeze, turning into mist nothing too it. But transforming into a winged creature of the night gave him a little more trouble then he'd like to openly admit.

He'd be all too entirely happy to show off to Tav one night after mastering it, hoping for a bit of praise..

He'd transform into a pale white pat with a little pink nose, red eyes, and yes the fluffiest hair on his head between his ears perfectly coiffed.

Tav would be so happy, telling him that he is glorious and magnificent, feeding into his ego lovingly before telling him how utterly adorable he is, as he flies around their head.

He would tell them "Darling, the Vampire Ascendant isn't adorable!" with an exasperated huff "I'm to be feared, I'm a menace look at me." He'd say standing up and puffing out his little chest. They'd be able to understand each other easily without the use of speak to animals due to their bond with each other.

"Of course my dark lord." Tav would reply with a chuckle under their breath, trying to keep a straight face because he is really is too adorable. Tav would then ask if it was a possiblity for them to transform into a bat as well.

Astarion would tell them that of course with Mephistopheles blessings/power there should be no reason that they shouldn't be able too. But that it would probably take many months of practice to be able too, and Tav should feel discouraged if they didnt get it right away. It would take meditation and focus and then POOF in the middle of Astarion talking Tav would transform into a bat.

No of course if Tav was a druid this would be super simple, as they would easily be able to turn via Wildshape.

Tav wouldn't be entirely steady with their wings quite yet, and would just run around on the ground. Because vampire bats can not only fly, but can run and walk on the ground with ease. Which makes them excellent predators.

Astarion would get broody over Tav being able to master transformation so quickly with ease. Pouting his little bat lips and crinkling up his little nose calling Tav a show off. "You just couldn't let me have this one thing."

Tav would crawl over to him, both of them still in their bat forms and try to look him in the eye, but he would keep turning around on them slightly annoyed grumbling to himself.

Tav would climb up on his back, knowing his ears are super sensitive when he isnt in batform and would take this opportunity to lick his ear now knowing how much he likes it. Before setting their head on his between his ears closing their eyes and chittering happily.

Astarion's little nose would flush super red with Tav's actions and he'd sigh contently, as Tav rested on top of him. As annoyed as he'd be about Tav learning it so fast he'd be really proud of them. He'd tell them later.

While entertaining guests in the palace, Astarion gets bored easily, he's into power, and controlling, not diplomatic speeches and old men talking.But also yearns for adventure like they use to have, so without warning he'll change into bat form infront of everyone and just fly off.

Of course guests will be shocked and startled, Tav would excuse themself telling the staff to start "the protocol" the bat has flown the roost.

The protocol is a safe guard for moments like this; normally means the use of the spell Modify Memory, or simply killing off all the guests.

Tav would go and search for Astarion who would be sitting in one of the windows upside down in one of the many towers over looking the city.

Tav would dramtically hold theirs hand to their head as if to swoon "If only there was daring roguish vampire acsendant to rescue me from the drabble and idle chatter of grumpy old aristocrats..." they'd peek up at him with one eye to see him wrapped up in his own wings.

"Darling people will talk if you're the only bat in the belfry, it's not a good look. Besides towers are for damsels, and while you're worth rescuing to me, a damsel you are not. Please come down my love." Tav would say to him before turning their back putting their finger to their lips, thinking aloud.

"I wonder if Gale has space in his tower for you...I'm sure he'd enjoy the company. Would possibly even want to study you." Astarion would fly down at the mention of being sent off to Waterdeep unwilling. Flapping his wings in Tav's face as they grab him and swiftly ties him up in a cloth swaddling him on his head poking free.

Astarion would be screeching and chattering away..."unhand me, I am fear on wings, terror of the night, I am the darkness!!"

Tav carries him into the throne room, as he continues to chatter and struggles against his bind "darling you know I dont understand you when you're chattering that fast".

Tav puts him down still swaddled on the throne kneeling before it. Astarion has stopped thrashing around for now and then the world goes sideways as he falls over his head hitting the stone throne with a thud.

He blinks repeatedly.."I'm going to fucking kill you." as Tav picks him back up and props him up with pillows.

Tave winks at him, "A lot of talk from a little guy, but if you did that my love who would help you take over the world? Bring our enemies to heel..help me drain every last one of those pompous aristocrats out there?" Tav pouts playfully while gently stroking Astarion's head between his ears.

Astarion makes a sound somewhere between a hum and a purr, enjoying Tav showering him with attention, rubbing his head, playing with the little tuft of hair on his head twirling it around their finger.

Astarion also is starting to enjoy the comforting feeling of being swaddled, held tightly in place has a calming affect. Like when Tav normally comes up to him while they are both in their mortal forms and wraps their arms around him in an embrace. Holding him a little longer each time without breaking away.

Astarion smiles at the thought as Tav runs their finger down his small furry cheek and under his chin, bringing their lips to kiss him on his tiny pink nose.

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A/N: 🦇🦇 WHEW that was a lot, I will be posting many more HCs and you know, bat adventure snippets 🦇🦇 if you have anything you'd like to see, any batstarion x batav adventures you'd like to see, or want to be put on the Tag List just drop me an ask. 🦇🦇 - until later my Bat Babes🦇🦇

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[cassiefromhell]

Bats and Fire: The Very Beginnings

What if we took y/n (who is, in this fic, a monster researcher/hunter) being mated to a couple acotar men... then made it all the acotar men (batboys, eris, lucien)....

So this was a silly joke. Then I wrote it. Then I realized that this could be multiple parts... so welcome to:

Bats and Fire

01 - The Very Beginnings

(this is such proof that i will write anything and i'm 6x more likely to write it if its MESSY and CHAOTIC)

Warnings: none

WC: 2k

Finding out you’re mated to all the ACOTAR men would be a doozy.

At first it’s Rhys, when you make eye contact with him while on a business visit in Velaris…

“I know,” you laugh, gently nudging your friend’s shoulder. “Boo hoo, you don’t like the Night Court. But it’s beautiful. We’ve been in worse places on business.”

“That’s tru— oh my cauldron, look who it is!” She points to the back of a man walking with a tall blonde woman, and you can immediately sense the power radiating off of him. He must be who you’re looking for: the High Lord of Night.

“Yes!” you grin, tightening your grip on the jar in your hands — which holds a very menacing pixie that has been stealing magic from residents of Prythian all over. The High Lord of Autumn had commissioned its capture, and you had tracked it back to night, and well… here you were.

“Lord Rhysand!” you call out, gracefully sliding your way through the crowd. “Lord Rhysand, I must speak with you!”

Someone bumps into you, and you stumble, crashing straight into the High Lord’s chest. 

“You bellowed?”

“Yes, yes— sorry, my Lord. But you see, this pixie—”

But then you look up, meeting his stunning violet-blue gaze.

You drop your jar, and it shatters on the cobblestone ground, the pixie exploding out of the rubble, trying to make a break for it. The creature is immediately surrounded by darkness, unable to make its grand escape.

“You’re…” you whisper, covering your mouth with a hand. 

“…My mate.”

Cassian and Azriel came shortly after. You and Rhys got close quickly, so why wouldn’t you be introduced to his friends?

“Darling?” Rhysand says, glancing around the room, his eyes finally landing on you. “Oh, good— you’re all ready. Remember that it’s cold, so wear plenty of layers—”

You blink up at him, gesturing to the not one, not two, not three, but four layers he’s made you put on. “Rhys. I’m going to be very warm. I’ve been to the Illyrian mountains on hunting trips before and I can confirm that this is too much.”

“It’s gotten colder in recent years.”

“Sure.”

Rhys grins, kisses the side of your head, and takes your hand. “Ready? We won’t be there for two long, I just want to do a little surveillance with the camps and introduce you to my brothers while we’re there.”

With a quick nod, you’re  enveloped by darkness and wind. And then it all fades, and chill air bites at your cheeks and nose.

Rhysand holds you close to his side as you trudge through the snow. You wrap your coats tighter around yourself, leaning into his warmth.

And then you feel it.

You freeze.

An electric connection stuns you, seeming to form at your heart and spread through your chest. 

And then another.

You reluctantly look over your shoulder, cursing when you see them. Two tall Illyrian males, staring at you. They definitely know. And you have the gut feeling that these two males are the Cassian and Azriel that Rhys told you about.

“Ah, look, there they are,” Rhys grins, waving towards the two males, who have both started in your direction.

This is your moment: fight, flight, or freeze? Your heart pounds in your chest—they’re getting closer—and the crowd is so thick with people…

As a monster researcher and hunter, you’ve never fled once in your life.

…But now is a fantastic time to start.

“Restroom,” you blurt, and then sprint from Rhys’s side, burying yourself in the crowd of taller Fae and wings and fur coats.

You weave between the people, attempting to mask your scent, and then burst into a small corner shop. A bakery, filled with the smells of bread and pastries. Perfect to cover your trail.

You walk up to the counter, fishing out a few coppers. “Do you have anything particularly smelly?”

The baker raises a brow, his wings shifting behind him as he gives you a once-over dripping with judgment. “Excuse me?”

“Love?”

You curse under your breath at the sound of Rhys’s voice. And then you slowly turn around, finding your mate… and your other two mates.

So you face your fate.

The Illyrians were easy to love. You got to know them in a matter of weeks, but you had other jobs to attend to, and was soon in the Autumn Court, where you had to finally turn in that damned pixie to High Lord Eris…

Are you sure you feel safe there? Azriel asks down the bond. One of us can come and accompany you.

Yes, you confirm. All is well. I’m just turning in this little beast. I’ll be back before sundown.

He sent you a wave of love, paired with a sarcastic you have fun with that.

So here you are, climbing a ladder to get to the top level of the Autumn palace. It’s built like a treehouse, with ladders separating the levels unless you’re nobility or a special guest, in which case you get to use the fancy-dancy wooden staircases in the center. 

But being a monster specialist is pretty damn far from nobility. So you get the ladders route.

You decide that you hate this place.

Hoisting yourself up onto the final platform, where the throne room is, you climb to your feet. 

A guard gives you a dirty look, holding out a spear to stop you in your path. “Female. State your name and business.”

You say your name, and hold up the jar containing a very angry pixie. “The High Lord commissioned this pixie’s capture. Now, if you’ll let me go, this Tinkerbelle is very eager to find an escape route.”

“You didn’t give advance warning of your visit.”

“I sent word a month ago,” you snarl, baring your teeth.

His spear strikes you quicker than your Fae reflexes can react. It collides with your cheek, sending you stumbling back, blood rushing down your jaw.

“What in Prythian are you doing, Magus?” an unfamiliar male voice enters the encounter, and you immediately see boots approaching.

“She was trying to force her way in—”

“Liar,” you hiss. You wipe away the blood and face the guard once more, free hand tightening on the pixie jar. “I have proper certification, if you would just let me—”

“She’s aggressive, your majesty.”

Your majesty?

You look up at the male who had approached. You’re met with a golden-skinned male, with a  scar through one eye and a whirring, mechanical eyeball. When he too looks at you, you feel the slightest… ittiest bittiest… tug.

Shit.

His jaw drops, long ginger hair falling over his shoulder. “You’re…”

The doors to the throne room swing open, revealing a male that looks like your newfound fourth mate. But he’s wearing a crown, so he must be the High Lord that you came for.

And when his stunning copper eyes turn to you, it happens.

For the fifth time.

“Nope,” you say, throwing the jar in High Lord Eris’s direction. “Nope. Not again. Not doing this.”

With that, you turn on your heel, starting back towards the ladder.

“Wait,” the first male jumps in front of you, eyes glimmering. “You’re… you’re my mate.”

“What do you mean?” Eris jumps in, stepping into view and rapidly approaching. “She’s my mate.”

“See, so there’s this phenomenon,” you start, gritting your teeth. “I already have three mates. I don’t feel the need for another two. The Mother is cruel and she thinks that building me a harem is great entertainment. But you two are officially out. Capishe?”

The two males looked at eachother, and then back to you—

But you were gone.

We have an issue, you stated down the bond to your Illyrian mates.

You knew that blocking out two mates would not work. And it didn’t. They sent you flowers and gifts, and... oh, the gifts... such expensive and exquisite things... for weeks, until you caved… and called a meeting for all of your mates.

You sit in silence at The House of Wind’s dining table, monitoring the males’ expressions. They're all glaring at each other. The Mother definitely could have given you a less… volatile… group.

“Okay,” you start, scratching the back of your neck. “So… I think this is it.”

“I’d like to put it on the record that you said you were sure we were all last time,” Cassian grits out, wings rigid at his back. 

“This is different. Now, we need to go over rules, boundaries… anything that comes to mind?”

“Separated court times,” Lucien starts, seeming rather open to the situation. “Eris and I manage the Autumn Court, and these three are always in Night, so it makes sense to do a week-on, week-off schedule.”

“Her work requires her to travel,” Azriel joins in, twirling Truth-Teller in his hand. “You couldn’t expect her to just stay in your court for a week at a time.”

“Of course he didn’t mean that,” Eris snarls, ear twitching. “He meant during her off time.”

“I could—” you try to join in, but it doesn’t really work out for you.

“I plan on making her my High Lady, which she has already agreed to,” Rhysand growls. “So she’ll be spending a lot of time in the Night Court.”

Cassian nods, joining in. “And we don’t want her to give up her passions. Which seems to be what you want. So she’ll be either at the Night Court or traveling. You two can… visit… her.”

“I really wouldn’t mind—”

“And what if I want her to be my High Lady?” Eris stands, lips pulling back as he faces Rhys. “Perhaps she’d prefer to reside in a more respectable court than Night.”

That prompts both Azriel and Cassian to stand, growling and wings flaring. “You’re a piece of scum and she does not deserve to be tied to the likes of you,” Azriel responds, bitterness and anger dripping in his tone.

“Have you lost all your dignity?” Lucien shoots to his feet too, and Rhys follows suit.

They start yelling. And arguing. And every time you try to cut in, they ignore you.

So you conjure up something that should get their attention.

“Contraceptive brews!” you shout, throwing your arms in the air.

Sure enough, the males go silent, turning to look at you.

“Sit down.”

And they all do.

Like puppies taking a command.

“Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel and I have all agreed that the males take the contraceptive brews. I have a rigorous travel schedule that often includes random overnights in the woods or mountains while hunting or researching, so I don’t always have access to them,” you explain, gesturing to the Illyrians.

Eris raises a brow. “Wouldn’t it make sense for you to just carry it with you rather than all five of us taking—”

“Drink the brew or you don’t get it,” Cassian growls, making a lewd gesture.

“New rule. No more fighting. It’s overwhelming and stupid.” you announce, taking the ribbon out of your hair and putting it in the middle of the table. “This is the Talking Ribbon. When you want to talk, you must have the ribbon. Else you shut the fuck up.”

“That is your—”

“Rhys. Talking Ribbon.”

Rhys obediently takes the ribbon, then tries speaking again. “This is your favorite ribbon. I wouldn’t risk this being used… it could get torn.”

Lucien takes the ribbon gingerly, and then faces you. “Then we will not tear the ribbon. Right, everyone?”

The males all nod.

You sigh, and then gesture around the group. “My time will be spent as I please. Now, I think I’ve been here for as long as I need to, so you five can work out the details on your own.” You stand, and walk away from the table.

“Love,” Rhys calls after you. “Love, I think that maybe we would benefit from your presence—”

“I can’t always be your mediator. I have a Wyrm to hunt. Good night.”

And you leave the males to grumble amongst each other.

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[apomaro-mellow]

🦇 if you're up to it!

Steve tossed his keys into the bowl by the door as he got home. He was sure that once he entered, he would hear the tell-tale stampede of feet right before his boyfriend tackled him. All he heard was the sound of the tv, turned to cartoons. He went over to the living room and Eddie wasn't visible from behind.

Steve rested his arms on the back of the couch and looked over to the other side. There, snuggled in a small blanket nest, was Eddie.

Since coming back from the Upside Down, Eddie had the ability to fly thanks to the large, black wings on his back. He could be large, intimidating, and powerful.

But sometimes he liked to be small.

Like now. He was in his bat form, which was just like the demobats that had poisoned his blood and transformed him. The only difference was he the mane of black hair that went down his spine. Eddie looked up from his nest and started chittering excitedly. Thanks to being bitten by the bats, Steve was able to understand him, but not when he was talking this fast.

Steve reached out and petted his head with a couple fingers. His heart warmed when Eddie melted into his touch. "Who's a teeny-tiny dark creature of the night? You are!"

Eddie started squeaking again and Steve kept cooing at him.

"That's right, yes you are. You wanna keep me company while I make dinner?"

Eddie's answer was to start crawling up Steve's sleeve. He let him get up the rest of the way and get settled on his shoulder before heading into the kitchen.

"So Lucas and Max broke up again."

Eddie let out an indignant squeak.

"Yeah, I know. Max said it's for real this time, but I don't know."

Eddie went on a chittering rant while Steve sauteed some vegetables. Steve replied here and there. At one point, Eddie got so excited about the food that he nearly faceplanted trying to sniff it over Steve's shoulder.

Eddie stayed in his bat form while he ate and Steve just found it even more adorable. When they finished eating, Steve cleared the plates and then tugged a little at Eddie's mane.

"Alright. Now turn back. You're not getting out of the dishes by being tiny and cute."

Steve turned to get the water started and suddenly felt a very warm body right up against his back.

"Could I get out of them by being big and sexy?", Eddie asked, rumbling into his ear.

Steve held back a smirk and instead just turned around and Eddie had him practically pinned to the sink.

"How big?"

"You know how big."

The dishes could wait a few hours, Steve decided.

[labselkie]

speedrunning through sickness to get this out because im petty and want to beat anyone posting her x moana fics. Just because. Go look at the art book the bird was supposed to be in the show (source: trust)

“What a… Curious little lady.” Matangi mused as she took a step closer to the unconscious beast below her. Both women were only illuminated by a faint beam of moonlight through the ceiling, and even with the low light, the girl was glaringly pale- Almost sickly. Matangi would be worried for her health if it weren’t for the way her arms faded into wings just above her elbows. That was far more concerning.

Dozens, if not hundreds of fruit bats hung from the stone ceilings, a majority of them watching the odd meeting unfold. Quiet chirps echo through the clam’s main chamber. Matangi was usually just thrown scraps by Nalo, kept on the precipice of life and death, a miserable existence even for a demigoddess. If it weren’t for her flying friends, the loneliness would be the worst part, but it still got to her.

“Must’ve been caught in a storm,” She says to no one in particular before crouching down over the bird girl. She reaches out, lifting one of the feathers out at arm’s reach. Her gaze sharpens and her hand drifts further up the other woman’s arm. A bat squeaks in the distance, and they begin flapping their wings in waves. Matangi shoots up and spins around to see a dozen of them crowded around something small and white on the floor. She rushes over in a puff of dark mist, appearing right beside the small, wounded bird. Crouching down to lift it, her expression of indifferent curiosity twists with a hint of empathy. Her thumbs gingerly brush across its neck, its heart hammering in her palms. At least it’s alive.

“This one too?” One of the bats nods in response. “What a shame.”

There’s a gasp behind her, a sharp sound that’s shortly followed by coughing. Matangi is there in a flash, quite literally, and a few of the flying foxes tail behind her. She hands off the bird into the wings of Peka and two of the other bats who cradle it like one of their own. The bird girl writhes on the floor, and she rolls onto her stomach before finally letting her eyes open. Her chest heaves with each regained breath, and she holds herself up by her thickly feathered forearms. Matangi steps closer to lean right over her, the goddess’s head tilted with a smile on her face.

“Good morning!” Matangi exclaims just as the creature catches sight of her dress beside her. The girl shrieks, scrambling some but just falling flat on her face, causing the goddess to wince playfully. Unfortunately, her left shoulder seems to be injured as she groans when it touches the ground, something that actually worries Matangi. Her nervous sound causes many of the bats to awaken, a few dozen of them fluttering from their resting place and flying in a daunting circle above the women.

“Lemme guess, you were gliding to an island and got swept up by a big, scary storm,” Matangi’s voice is brimming with excitement, she’s a women who’s been trapped alone after all. The bird girl rolls back to her side and moves to sit up. A clawed hand pushes her curly hair back, revealing bright gold eyes and a round face. Their eye contact is met with an unnerving smile from the demigod. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

The creature is pulled out of her deer-like trance by a fruit bat swooping down to inspect her hair. She squeaks and shuffles to finally stand, her own dress sweeping the sandy floor. “What the- What was that?! Who even are you?” Her panicked questions are just met with a chuckle, but she has no time to dwell on that as she glances up to see the flock of bats above her. With her back turned, Matangi appears right behind her, hands just about to grab her wings.

“I run the place,” She draws out her words, a fruitless effort to keep another laugh out. Her hands falter, though… This is the first other being that she’s seen in centuries, other than Nalo and a few of his minions, that is. She wants to tease her, but she wants to make this last. So, in another burst of smoke, she appears in front of the bird girl with her hands clasped. “And who are you to show up unannounced?”

The other woman jumps at the magic, and many of the feathers on her arms bristle with fear. Her nose is strangely dark, like the material of a true bird’s beak, a few feathers are even hidden within her curls. Matangi is notably taller than her, but it’s not a surprise.

“Neresi, my name is Neresi,” She gets quieter for just a moment. When she looks up, a majority of the bats are back in their resting places.

“How cute!” When Neresi looks back, Matangi finally strikes, sort of. Her hands fly out to the bird’s arms, holding right where white feathers begin to grow over pale skin. There’s a faint flush on Neresi’s face, the slight pink looking almost alien against her pale skin. She’s not hiding that easily. Matangi pulls Neresi closer, grinning like a madwoman. “So, was I right? Were you caught in a storm?”

“Yes, I think- But I don’t see how that’s important!” Neresi’s last word is accented with a squeak as she’s spun around by Matangi. The goddess points over her shoulder, down to the fruit bats on the ground. The tern they held has slowly woken up, but it clearly isn’t doing well.

“That’s why.” Matangi releases Neresi to reach down for the bird, and her face twists with the faintest hint of pity at the sight of their reconnection. The tern chirps quietly when lifted by her, finally shifting slightly.

“Oh, no, no, no-“ She knows it’s alive, she can feel its small heartbeat, but she’s still petrified. Neresi glances back to the goddess over her shoulder, nervously weighing the idea of trusting her. Another peep from the bird solidifies her choice. “Did you see any more?” She asks suddenly.

Matangi’s eyes widened for a moment, she clearly expected fear or defiance, not that. She simply shrugs, “None in here, no.”

Neresi seems to deflate, a weak sigh escaping her as she holds the bird closer. She can only hope the rest are safe. Keeping her head low as Matangi tries to sneak to her left side, she barks out a command right when the taller woman tries to speak. “I answered your question, now answer mine.”

“And that was?” Matangi leans in a bit, relishing in her new guest’s spirit.

Neresi scowls; she’s hurt, she’s tired, and she’s only putting up with Matangi because she spared her. “Your name.”

The goddess hums and leans back, pretending to muse over what she forgot as she crosses her arms. “Matangi.” She looks down with a sharp smile, her full hair falling over her shoulder. Neresi’s expression softens, but she’s quick to put her defenses back up when Matangi shifts back to her sly excitement. “So, Kurangaituku? Right? I thought you all stayed on your islands.”

The bird girl freezes, no one ever knew the name of her kind. She wasn’t entirely one, but rather a demigod, one of about a dozen. Stepping off with a pout, she nods, but even then her path is blocked by the flying foxes who held her bird friend.

“You can’t get out by foot, hon,” Matangi follows behind her, her face unreadable. Neresi couldn’t fly out either, but she’d save that news for later. The bats take off, circling her like crows as they try to get close to the small tern. “And your shoulder, must’ve been quite the fall.”

“I’m fine,” Neresi’s response is sharp, but she’s a horrible liar. “I just… I’ll just find somewhere to sit-“ She stops walking for a moment, letting the bats around her disperse, “Away from them.”

“What about me?” Matangi teases, stepping around Neresi with a smile back on her face. She walks backwards for a few steps, her cape opening more when she gestures to herself.

Neresi tries to stay quiet, her focus on the bird in her hands and the sprawling cave before her. She can’t deny how she feels, though. There’s someone stuck here with her, that someone is as pretty as she is interesting, and that someone hasn’t tried to kill her. Her standards were low, but that was common for anything inhuman.

“You… You’re fine. You can stay.”

I will write more for them buuuuut i just like writing first meetings for my ships, and if anything further writing will just be exploring their dynamic :3

They get. 500 years together before the events of the movie.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

If you don’t mind, I was wondering if you could do a Heket x reader and Kallamar x reader type of scenario where they both like the reader and end up both being with the reader (so basically love triangle turned polycule). I was also hoping you could make the reader a demon bat (that one bat follower form with the many eyes from the blood moon ritual event that happened last year) since it’s almost Halloween. Think of the reader in this as a spooky little mf that is actually chill and laidback that’s entire thing is things that are spooky but in a fun way.

"That's not fair!"

"I...got here..first..."

"Well..you can't woo somebody with a pumpkin pie, sister! You need to bedazzle them!" Kallamar sneered at Heket, before he cleared his throat and turned back to you.

There was a twinkle in his eye as he presented a bouquet made of crystals and bones. "I picked the best ones I could find from my missionary...just for you!" He kneeled down.

You just blinked, utterly dumbfounded by what was happening in front of you:

Two Bishops of the Old Faith--now followers of the Lamb--were professing their love to you with gifts.

They could have set their sights on literally anybody else, but they chose to court you, a demonic bat creature who showed up during last year's blood moon festival.

You used the still-active demonic circle as your gateway into this world, and have lived in the cult ever since.

As scary as you might appear with your many eyes, horns, and wings that made you look like something out of a nightmare...you were actually very easygoing and approachable. You actually enjoyed living on earth more than being stuck down below.

That being said, you got along well with everyone. Even scaredy cats like Kallamar eventually warmed up to you over the past few months.

Perhaps it's your kindness towards him that inevitably sparked his interest in courting you.

But unfortunately for him, Heket had the same idea.

And at this very moment...it put you in a tough situation, as both of them were now confessing their feelings in their own special ways:

Heket had baked you a pumpkin pie, because she knew you loved all things Halloween, including the vegetables from Anura. You didn't even know she could do more than just make delicious pumpkin stew....she can make a yummy-looking dessert as well! It's her own special way of showing how much she cares.

But Kallamar, on the other hand, had gone through the trouble to find you these bones and crystal shards. He risked life and limb venturing back into his former domain of Anchordeep, overcoming his cowardice to find the best ones for this floral arrangement--all just for you.

You loved them equally, but you knew that you couldn't be with one sibling without upsetting the other.

A blush rose to your cheeks as you took the pie and bouquet. "These are both lovely, dear bishops..but..." You paused, looking up to see them briefly glare at each other, only to snap their attention back to you. "Would it be wrong to say that...I just can't choose? I'd hate to break either of your hearts."

They frowned a bit, anticipating your rejection-

"But you know...I just remembered Lamb has several spouses, so.....couldn't that work for us, too?"

"H-Huh..?" Kallamar blinked in surprise, before glancing to his sister. "I mean..erm..marriage isn't something we had in mind just ye-"

"Oh, I know that." You chuckled. "I was thinking I could date you two at the same time."

".....us?" Heket muttered, equally stunned at your suggestion. "We...have to...share you?"

"If it's possible for Lamb, then surely it's possible for us, is it not?" You shrugged. "I say it's a good compromise...unless you two plan on fighting to the death over my heart."

She smirked. "Yes....fight pit-"

"No, no, no! That would be grossly unfair!!" The squid whined. "Let me tell you something about my sister, [y/n]...she is a BEAST in the fighting pit ritual! She killed one of our elders!"

"....tax...collector."

"Listen, I know you didn't like them. But that's-!"

"I was only joking around." You huffed, causing them to shut up and listen to you. But once you realized you startled them, you sighed and set down the gifts they gave you. "Nobody's fighting anybody...because I wanna be with both of you. If you guys need some time to think about it, I-"

"No....we...can't wait..." Heket grunted as she stepped forward, taking one of your hands into her own, examining your claws. "We..share."

"Why of course, we can settle for that." Kallamar held your other hand, smiling as he kissed you on the cheek, beneath one of your eyes.

You smiled as well, moving your bat wings out of the way so you could embrace them both, relieved that they accepted your compromise.

"Good. I bet Shamura didn't foresee any of this happening, huh?"

[eggedbellies]

Unworthy priest, using his position to cast shame and neglect upon those who he picks arbitarily; he's been so cruel to those who have found themselves pregnant in any way he thinks isn't right. The God looks down upon him, disgusted. And so he speaks, one night, when the priest is home alone, browsing his own collection of fucked-up things, drinking. He warns the priest that he would speak no more cruelty. That it was his time to be punished for the impurity he claimed to hate.

That every time he touched himself in a way of Sin, he would carry for this God, becoming like those he cast such shame upon. Fear rent him near apart, and he swore, of course, to be better. But in the daytime the vision seemed ridiculous. His paritioners waited for his rage. He could not hold it back.

And when he slipped his hands into his pants that night, there was a cramp low in his abdomen. Fear stopped his hands, for but a few days. Eagerness made him forget. And so time slipped by...

And when a few weeks had passed, he paused, getting dressed. Froze. His slender frame looked different - heavier. His belly rounder. Impossible. It must be the beer, and nothing else.. but he found every time his hand wandered downwards that next few weeks, well, a low fear stopped him. Stupid, he insisted to himself. But he couldn't bring himself to touch...

Yet the damage was done, after all.

And as the weeks slipped by, his growth was rapid, unmistakable. He was swelling. The town was murmuring. Just how many babies had his God cursed him with? And when would it stop? How long before he could enjoy his flesh again? He prayed, begging for an answer... and when it finally came, the creature was just a little more visible in his dream. Skin shimmering, eyes softly glowing, and wings like a bat - this was a God, yes.

But it was not his God.

"Oh, you will have such wonderful children," the God murmured, "When you lay my clutch, in front of them all."

[wellthebardsdead]

*Some more of The emerald grove devil au~*

———

Falûne: *now in his 10th year, sighing and sitting alone on the hill overlooking the inner sanctum of the grove*

Halsin: *walks up to him with lunch* why so blue little moon?

Falûne: *looks up at him sadly* I can’t do it papa… I tried so hard but I just can’t wildshape. I tried every animal I could think of but nothing sticks…

Halsin: *smiles and sits beside him* well your wings do look quite bat like, have you tried a bat?

Falûne: yeah… I even tried a dragon but all I did was give myself a headache and made the squirrels laugh at me… everyone else here has animals they can shape into so easily but I can’t even get one right…

Halsin: don’t give up son… *pats between his horns and hands him his lunch* why don’t you spend this afternoon playing instead of practicing? A little break will help clear your head.

Falûne: maybe… *starts eating*

Halsin: you’ll find your path son, the oak father will guide you where you need to go.

*that afternoon as the sun sets and the moon begins to rise*

Falûne: *walking back up the hill from the beach with a bag of shells and a big stick to carry them on, his seemingly immortal large white pig Hen following beside him* do you ever feel, like you don’t belong here Hen?

Hen: oink!

Falûne: because I do… devils belong in hell and yet I’m here. Papa says Silvanus will give me guidance but will he want anything to do with me?

Hen: oink!

Falûne: I guess, I mean, I can talk to you and other animals so, maybe…

Hen: oin- *squeals and suddenly barrels off up the hill and to the grove as a large creature gallops into view*

Falûne: h-hen! I- *looks up in fright as a large horn points its tip directly at him before raising up slowly as a unicorn stares directly at him*

The unicorn: *looks at him silently, as if waiting for something* …

Falûne: h-hello.

The unicorn: *voice feminine but strong* Hello. *moves closer, curious as to why her mistress chose an infernal to bless*

Falûne: *nervously holds still, his little body trembling so hard the bag of shells begin to rattle as he holds up his hand and touches her shoulder in greeting* u-um… *looks at her to see her eye locked firmly onto him* c-can I help you?

The unicorn: no. I am here to help you in fact… lay worship as you would to the oak father… let my mistress heed your invitation…

Falûne: *too young to fully comprehend what she’s asking of him but understanding how to give offering* um… *feels his pockets but finds nothing before remembering his shells* oh! *sets his bag down and picks out the nicest ones with holes in them* um… *awkwardly takes hold of her mane and braids the shells into it* I-is that good?

The Unicorn: *almost smiles hearing her main clink like a wind chime, feeling a presence of the huntress as the gift is accepted* Yes… *steps back and rests her horn between his, it’s spiralled shape glowing a soft white as a blessing is cast* May the hunt, guide you. *turns and gallops off, disappearing into the trees as the chiming of her mane fades with her*

Falûne: … *watches her go and feels a strange energy course through him, inviting him almost to invoke a form* … *crouches down onto all fours and focuses on the presence before transforming into a unicorn foal* … I DID IT! PAPA I DID IT I DID IT! *whinnies and kicks his hooves as he gallops back into the grove kicking up dust as he goes*