#witch x human

[fandomnerd9602]

Something different if you don't mind, a yandere witch (Kieran shipka please) with her human

Sabrina pulls Y/N right into her lap...

Sabrina: hello love

Y/N: hey yourself

Sabrina: how did I ever nab you?

Y/N: if i recall you put a hex on me

Sabrina: spell, love, spell. I put a spell on you and now you're all mine.

Sabrina purrs as she pulls Y/N into one kiss, two kisses, countless kisses...

[therealmofamorus]

Ask (Crossover-Owl House x MHA, Original stud): How does Emira plan to seduce Izuku to break NNN?

“By wearing my special lingerie set and sitting on his bed waiting for him to return back from his workout routine.”

[dark-hybrid-ninja]

Ishi gasped as he was captured by Akira, feeling ensnared by the ninja. "Son of a... bitch!"

*Akira had used his Alruna, a demon whip to catch Ishi when he seen him peeking in* "Now then, care to explain why you decided to scurry around my home little mouse?"

[bunnis-monsters]

A witch and her werewolf Pt1

Male!Werewolf x Fem!Witch Reader

Bunni’s Monstertober Event

Oct 25th

Oct 19

Oct 26

summary: You meet a lone wolf in the woods, and realize he’s more than you thought.

a/n: this is a reskin of a Kurapika x reader fic I wrote, but never got past the first chapter. If you want a continuation, please comment or send me a Kofi.

WK: 5k+

It was finally spring, a time where flowers bloomed and the snow melted away to reveal all kinds of herbs and plants for the little witch (Name) to gather.

Today she was doing just that, gathering herbs to begin making more potions. Through the winter, her stock of salves and potions had grown smaller and smaller, until she only had a few left.

(Name) had customers that would be coming by any day now to buy her goods, so she was determined to go out and hunt for all the ingredients she would need.

She was a good witch, focusing on healing salves and helping the villagers nearby. It was partially out of the goodness of her heart, and partly because she wanted to keep a good relationship with the townspeople so they didn’t grab their pitchforks and torches to chase her out of town with.

So (Name) grabbed her hat, wearing a thick pair of boots to protect her feet from the thorny vegetation. She was always careful when visiting the forest. After all, there were rumors that many magical beasts made it their home.

Along the path, she spotted small clusters of mint, frowning. “Mint is so invasive, I thought I told the villagers not to plant it in the ground…”

(Name) did her best to dig up and pick what she could, then moved on along the path. Mushrooms, herbs, and pretty rocks all found a new home in her basket. After searching for a while, she wiped the sweat from her brow. ‘Hmm… I should still have some time to go by the lake before I go home… I wonder if anything is growing near the water's edge..?’

(Name) stepped on a branch as she neared the lake, ready to search for aquatic plant life and maybe even find a good spot to go fishing!

But before she could get too close, (Name) heard a loud howl that made her freeze in her tracks. When she turned, she spotted it.

There was a large, golden wolf near the water’s edge, its ears pinned back and snarling. From the water dripping from its furry chin, the witch assumed it had just been drinking from the lake before she interrupted it by making noise.

She was quick to hold up her hands in a sign of surrender, talking in an even voice. “Easy, boy, I’ll go,”

Backing up slowly, (Name) made sure not to meet the wolf’s eyes, though she did notice they were a sparkling shade of scarlet she had never seen before.

The beast huffed, watching her for a moment longer before turning back to drink. Once it did, she broke out in a sprint, her basket held firmly against her chest. (Name) knew the forest wasn’t exactly safe, but she had never encountered a wild animal besides some chipmunks and bunnies.

‘I’ve never seen a wolf with that coloration before…’ (Name) thought, putting away her foraged goods once she arrived home. ‘Maybe it’s an albino or something? But wouldn’t it’s fur be more white then?’

Despite being a little afraid, (Name) couldn’t get her mind off of the wolf she had seen before. It was easily the top predator in the forest, yet it only gave her a warning growl before minding its business again. Was that normal wolf behavior? She had no idea.

‘I’m thinking too much…’ (Name) thought, changing into her pajamas. ‘I need to sleep, or I’ll be late to the coven meeting tomorrow…’

Turning over, (Name) wondered what exactly she would even speak about during the meeting. She wasn’t exactly the most confident witch, often being spoken over or ignored due to her shy nature. No one would think she was the very first apprentice Ania Quell, the head of the very coven (Name) was a part of.

‘I may have been her first apprentice, but I’m definitely not her best. Miles and Gil have me beat for sure…’ she thought, rolling over onto her side to stare out of the window.

Through the gaps in the curtains, she could see the moon shining up above, big and full. It’s light bathed her in a soft glow, and made her feel both rejuvenated and relaxed.

‘It’ll be okay… after all, I have friends there. Everything should… be fine…’

(Name) drifted off to sleep, the last image on her mind before she was taken to slumberland being the golden wolf peering at her with those scarlet eyes.

—————

(Name) packed a small basket full of jams and jellies, humming a tune as she carefully stacked a small jar of syrup on the top. “I know Jill won’t be there today, but Ania loves my jams and jellies. Hopefully I’ll actually have a chance to speak with her…”

Ania, being the head of the coven, was always busy. She was usually stuck talking with several other witches about various topics, or leaving early to conduct business with other covens. Getting the opportunity to talk to her was rare enough, but being able to sit down and have a conversation was nearly impossible, especially these days.

There had recently been several cases of witches and their familiars disappearing, or even familiars turning on their masters and killing them, so Ania was especially busy dealing with the aftermath.

Each witch had a familiar bestowed upon them during a ceremony after becoming a full fledged witch. Some even had two or three, and witches with high status and great power possessed up to 10 familiars.

And there was (Name), with no familiar at all. At the ceremony, the wizard conducting it simply turned her away, saying she was not yet ready to become the master of familiar. Every other witch present had received their lifelong friend, while she went home empty handed.

It was lonely, all on her own. Watching the other witches go about their lives with the help and support of their familiars made her feel awfully… jealous. It wasn’t a feeling she enjoyed harboring, so (Name) tried her best to be positive!

Ania herself had said that it wasn’t unheard of for a witch to not receive their familiar during the bonding ceremony.

“Some witches just haven’t found their match yet, or perhaps they haven’t really found their true selves,” Ania had said after the ceremony, in hopes of comforting (Name).

(Name) huffed, loading her basket onto her broom. “So much for being a late bloomer. It’s been nearly five years since I became a full fledged witch, and still nothing! No familiar, not a cat or owl, not even a frog! Hell, I’d settle for a tarantula at this point!”

She flew over the forest, tilting her head when she spotted a spot of gold walking slowly near the lake. (Name) flew a bit lower, her eyes widening when she spotted the same wolf she’d seen the day before.

This time, it seemed to be walking with a bit of a limp, a small trail of blood behind it. Her heart ached to see an animal in such pain, so she landed a safe distance away from it.

“Hey there, pup.”

The wolf stiffened, quickly turning its head to growl lowly at her. (Name) held up her hands, her broom floating behind her in case she needed a quick escape.

“Woah, easy. You’re hurt, and I can help you if you’ll let me.”

She didn’t know why she was talking to it, but she kept it up. “There’s no need to be afraid, sweetheart. Shh…”

The wolf’s ears flattened against its head, and it began to bare its teeth. (Name) yelped when it began to approach her, jumping on her broom just in time to escape its jaws. It snapped at her broom bristles, but she was thankfully in the air by then and bar away enough from its jaws to not get hurt.

But… the wolf didn’t seem to be trying too hard to chase her. (Name) had a feeling it wasn’t actually attacking her, more so just trying to scare her away.

She frowned as the wolf became a small speck, her heart hurting for the poor thing. (Name) hoped that the poachers that her fellow witches had chased out from the forest years ago weren’t back.

‘I’ll have to talk to Ania about it… if I can talk to her that is.’

—————

(Name) landed in a vast meadow, wild flowers of various kinds softly swaying in the spring breeze. She took a moment to relax, bending down to pick a daily and place it in her basket.

‘Oh, I always forget where the doorway is…’ she thought to herself as she held out the stick end of her broom to feel around. When it bumped off of something solid, she grinned.

“There it is!”

(Name) reached forward and patted the surface until her hand landed on a doorknob. She turned it, and walked forward.

The empty flower field was replaced with a dark forested area, with lampposts leading down a snowy, worn down path. She could see the moon shining down through the canopy, filtered by the thick leaves until only small rays of light were visible.

‘I see the meeting is being hosted in the northern lands this time…’ she thought, pulling her cloak tighter around herself. The northern lands were often cold, even when spring came, snow still covered the land.

Each meeting was hosted in one of the four sectors of the world, North, South, East, and West. The north was her least favorite, due to the cold weather and people. The citizens of the north were often blunt and rude, having to time for warm pleasantries.

(Name) lived in the southern lands, where the weather was always warm and pleasant. Even the most severe winters in the south were not as cold as the northern spring.

She spotted the soft warm glow of a candle shining from a canon window. ‘There it is!’

(Name) opened the cabin door, revealing a bustling meeting hall. Witches all ages and genders walked around, speaking to one another and trading goods.

“(Name)!”

The woman yelped when she was tackled to the floor, knowing instantly who had done it.

“Miles, what did I tell you about jumping on her like some wild animal!?”

“Miles, Gil…” she smiled as she watched Gil drag his friend off of her, pinching his cheek.

“Hi, (Name)! It’s been so long since we’ve gotten to see you!”

She laughed, ruffling their hair. “Yeah, nearly three months. You weren’t able to attend the last few meetings due to Ania’s training, right?”

The two shuddered. “Uh… we’d rather not talk about that.”

(Name) could remember her own training, which would have been way less intense than theirs due to her weaker body. Even so, she collapsed nearly every day from exhaustion, so she could only imagine the horrors they had endured.

“Ah… okay, how about you show me how your training has been coming along then?”

The three sat in an empty room as the two showed her new, complex spells they had learned. Gil was able to summon lightning and use it as a weapon, while Miles was able to harden his body. Both were spells even she couldn’t do.

“Oh wow, you’ve grown so much! Maybe that training was worth it then?”

Gil groaned. “Barely, I didn’t think we were going to survive another day of it.”

“Aww, it wasn’t that b- no, actually it was that bad. But I’m still grateful Ania taught us so well!” Miles replied, giving her a smile.

She gave them both a hug. “I’m proud of you both. You should really come visit me sometime. Spring is here, so you can go play in the forest. There a lake~”

This excited the two, who both enjoyed swimming. “We'll definitely be coming by this summer!”

Before they could speak anymore, they heard a bell chiming. “Oh, we’ll talk later. The meeting is about to start!”

(Name) took her seat near Ania. As her first apprentice, she had to be at Ania’s side for every meeting. That didn’t mean she got Ania’s attention, though. She couldn’t blame her mentor, for she was the leader of this coven.

“Hello, my friends. Our monthly meeting has begun, and I will announce any upcoming events before opening the floor for discussion.”

(Name) looked around the room, unsurprised when she saw multiple witches waiting impatiently for the floor to be open.

It was mostly the same elderly witches that always had some mundane problem… but what was surprising was Ember, one of the fledgling witches that hadn’t yet gotten her familiar, anxiously tapping her well manicured nails against the oak table.

“And with that, the floor is open to discussion.” Ania said after finishing her announcements. Ember was quick to speak up, interrupting an elder.

“Some creature has been lurking in the south, killing my father’s livestock and scaring what it doesn’t eat half to death! It’s some kind of magical beast, I already did the identifying spell and it’s either some type of fae or a…”

She trailed off, her face going pale. Ania raised an eyebrow, folding her arms. “A what, Ember?”

“A… a werewolf.”

The sound of gasps and whispered conversation filled the meeting hall, only silenced when Ania held up her hand to motion for the noise to cease.

“And you’re sure that’s what the spell said?”

Ember nodded, standing up to offer her grimoire. Ania’s eyes scanned it, then she sighed heavily. “I see…”

(Name) frowned deeply, glancing from ember to Ania. She knew that Ember lived only half a day’s walk from her home, meaning if there was a werewolf causing trouble for her, it could potentially move onto (Name).

“As we all know, magical beasts are drawn to witches due to their magical power. This is good when it comes to making friends or getting a familiar, but leads to some… detrimental outcomes when the wrong creature gets attracted. And with the recent uptick in werewolf based attacks, I wouldn’t doubt this has troubled you, Ember.”

Ania stood, walking around the table. “But be that as it may, werewolves are not evil in nature. They are simply beings that are different from us, and can be reasoned with and befriended just like most magical beasts.”

One witch scoffed. “Miss Ania, with all due respect, all witches know werewolves are dangerous beasts that deserve to be put down to keep ourselves safe. I mean, haven’t the last three witch deaths been caused by werewolves?”

Ania scowled. “That’s the kind of attitude that causes entire species to go extinct. A few werewolves have done wrong, yes, but how many humans have killed each other or other creatures? Do we all deserve to die due to the actions of a few individuals?”

The witch who spoke up immediately shrunk into herself, grumbling under her breath. (Name) noticed that several other witches also looked displeased with Ania’s words, but said nothing.

“Ember, I’ll send you home with a spell that will ward off any fae or werewolves. It’s easy, and very effective.”

“Thank you, Ania!”

The woman turned to the rest of the coven. “Now, what else needs to be discussed?”

———————-

“I respect Miss Ania’s opinion, but werewolves are dangerous beasts!”

“I know, right? My friend’s cousin’s aunt’s stepbrother was killed by a werewolf!”

“And I heard that once a werewolf has seen you, it’ll tell its whole pack to come and eat you!”

“Oh that’s not the half of it! I heard-“

(Name) rolled her eyes as she passed by a group of gossiping witches, ushering Gil and Miles away. “Don’t listen to them, I’m sure not a single one of them have ever even seen a werewolf in person.”

“Have you, (Name)?”

(Name) paused when Miles asked her that innocent question, sighing softly. “Yes, once before. It was only for a moment while Ania went to meet with one for a trade. It gave her some of its fur for a potion in exchange for a protection spell.”

“So… it didn’t attack you or Ania?”

“Nope, so don’t listen to those witches. Not one single creature is the exact same as its kin. Some are more peaceful, some are violent, just like with humans. Once people come to accept that, we could possibly form an alliance with the werewolves.”

Gil huffed, digging in her satchel. Once he found what he was looking for, a bag of handmade candy, he swiped it. “Hey, you remembered to bring it!”

“Of course I did, silly. It’s your favorite.”

Gil popped one of the candies into his mouth as they walked, humming in delight. Miles grabbed one too. “Did you get to talk to Ania, (Name)?”

The woman sighed, handing out her jam and syrup to a few witches she traded with. “Not yet, but I hope I’ll be able to catch her before she leaves. You know Ania, she’s always busy.”

“You’re not wrong, but today I have a little bit of time to spare.”

The three jumped when they heard Ania’s voice from behind them. “Ania!”

(Name) jumped into her arms, easily being held up by the seemingly young looking girl. Everyone in the coven knew that Ania was much older than she seemed, but little knew of her immense physical strength.

“Oh, (Name) my dear, you’ve gotten a bit bigger haven't you? It feels like just yesterday I was carrying you home from the orphanage and giving you your first wand.”

“A-Ania! That’s embarrassing…”

The woman laughed, setting (Name) down. “Alright, alright… what is it you wanted to talk about, dear?”

(Name) gave Ania a shy smile, handing her the jams and jellies she brought for her. “I wanted to give you these and ask how the situation with the rogue familiars has been going.”

Ania stiffened, glancing at the two boys before digging. “Come, (Name). Let’s discuss things in private.”

With a wave of her wand, (Name) and Ania were transported to a vacant room. Ania made sure the door was closed before beginning to speak in a hushed voice.

“I didn’t want to scare anyone, so I’ve been keeping some of the information private. But…” she sighed, looking out the window, into the snow. “Every single familiar that attacked their witch was a werewolf.”

(Name)’s blood ran cold at the revelation, her eyes widening as Ania turned to meet her gaze. “Every single one? That’s…”

“Unusual, I know. Werewolves in and of themselves are rare to have as a familiar because they’re reluctant to be bound to a witch… so the fact that each familiar was a werewolf is suspicious.”

“What could be the motive? I find it hard to believe a familiar would just kill its master like that! In all of witch history, I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

Ania opened her own grimoire. “I agree with you, it is hard to believe. But the detection spell pointed to each familiar being a werewolf. We have yet to find and question any of the suspects due to them fleeing the scene once the bond to their master was broken…”

(Name) frowned deeply. “And with what Ember said today, if this news got out, the entire coven will be in hysterics. There will be werewolf hunts and-“

“That’s why they can’t find out. You are the only person outside of my trusted inner circle that knows of this, (Name).”

She looked at Ania, confused. “But why would you tell me, Ania? I’m not as strong or intelligent as others, so why would you give me this information and not someone more qualified?”

Ania smiled at that, chuckling. “That, I cannot say my dear. You are destined for great things, and I just want you to be informed so when it’s time for you to make decisions… you’ll have all the information you need to make the right choice.”

“That’s really cryptic, Ania.”

The older woman only smiled, beckoning her to follow. “Come, I must take my leave. Let’s walk and talk.”

The two continued to chat as they walked towards the entrance of the cabin. “I’ll send you home with a spell, dear. It is quite late in the southerners sector by now, hmm?”

(Name) nodded, grabbing hold of her broom.

“Oh, and (Name)?”

She looked up as Ania raised her wand. “Yes?”

“Kindness and patience is always key.”

With that, she was sent home. She appeared in her cottage, the fire lighting the second she stepped close.

“I wonder what she meant by that…”

———————

(Name) brushed off her dress, staring out into the forest. She really had to go back into the forest to gather supplies… but she was worried she would encounter that wolf again.

With a sigh, she pocketed her wand and carried her broom. They were just there in case she sensed any danger. Unfortunately, she wasn’t great with defensive or attack spells, it was why she took to healing magic and concoctions instead.

But she knew a few illusion spells that may buy her some time to escape… hopefully those would work.

(Name) walked along the work down path, much more alert than usual. She listened for the sounds of the forest, making sure to listen for any branches snapping or leaves rustling.

She was able to make it back to the lake with no problems, sighing in relief. There, she unloaded her jars from her basket and began placing shells, underwater plantlife, and some of the nutrient rich soil to add to her garden.

Unbeknownst to her, she was being watched from a distance, a pair of scarlet eyes following her as she walked along the lake’s edge.

Once she finished, (Name) was surprised to see the wolf with the golden coat standing only a few meters away from her. Although it growled when she moved, it showed no other signs of aggression, only watching her… as if it was curious.

“Hello, again…” (Name) said softly, staying still as it approached. She kept her hand in her pocket on her wand, but began to relax. It only circled her, chuffing when it moved behind her.

She tensed, but relaxed again when it appeared on her left side. It was inspecting her, sniffing her… was that normal behavior for a wild animal?

Its scarlet eyes focused on her, and she noticed it still had that slight limp when it walked. “Are you… injured?”

As if it could understand her, the creature tensed, the fur on its back rising. “Oh, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to upset you…”

Taking a chance, she slowly reached out her hand to place it on its head. She had a connection with animals, having rehabilitated many woodland creatures. A wolf couldn’t be that different, right?

Well, she was wrong. The beast growled before snapping its jaws at her hand, barely missing her fingers. It then ran away, slower than it usually would be due to its injured paw.

Her heart hurt from the sight. Had it been trying to ask her for help? It was possible the poor thing was someone’s pet that had been let go after learning how hard it was to take care of a wolf. Maybe that’s why it was both comfortable around humans and also weary of them?

(Name) made a decision that day. She would gain that wolf’s trust, and maybe… even make it her familiar.

———————

As the days turned into weeks, (Name) visited the forest every day she could. She saw the wolf often, sometimes from the corner of her eye, and sometimes it came in direct contact with her.

She always sat patiently, letting it come to her. (Name) had learned her lesson, and eventually she was able to sit in silence with the wolf by her side as she did mundane tasks like cleaning out her jars or sewing by the lake.

It had yet to let her touch it, but she didn’t mind. She would get it to trust her… it needed medical attention, more than she thought. It was scrawny, hungry looking, as if it was having trouble hunting by itself.

She started bringing out raw meat from the market and leaving it by the lake for it, and when its condition started to improve slowly, she knew that it was eating.

Once she started feeding it, the wolf began trusting her a great deal more. It now followed her down the pathway when she walked home, a slight sway in its tail.

She was making great progress, and the two seemed to have a mutual trust that neither would hurt the other. Every time she came to the lake, it was waiting there for her. It would eat, then sit nearby as she did what she needed to do, then walked her home. It had become her routine.

That’s why it surprised her when it wasn’t there when she came.

“Pup?”

(Name) called for it, patting her thigh and whistling. Usually it would have come to greet her by now…

The silence in the forest was almost eerie, as if everything was holding its breath. There was no birdsong, no squirrels skittering from tree to tree… just silence.

“Something is wrong…”

It was growing dark, and she was hurrying back as quickly as she could. (Name) had heard from some other forest dwelling witches that when the sounds of the forest stopped, that meant there was a large predator around, something that made the squirrels and birds hide in fear.

Had the wolf gone into hiding too?

She didn’t have to wonder for long. As she neared her cottage, her eyes widened in horror. There were bloodied paw prints leading down the stone path to her front door, and laying on her doorstep was the golden wolf.

It panted loudly, its fur matted with blood. (Name) immediately kneeled at its side, trying to hold back tears. The injured paw was stuck in a bear trap, and it had gashed on its belly and back… as if it had been attacked with a knife…

When it growled at her touch, she simply shushed it. “Shh, shh, I’m here. You came to my home for a reason, right? I can help you…”

Although it still snarled and yelped as she hoisted it into her home with great effort, it made no attempts to sink its teeth into her flesh.

As soon as it was inside, she summoned as many bandages as she could, along with a metal bar to help her pry the bear trap off.

“This is going to hurt, pup. Don’t bite me…”

The wolf laid its head down, as if telling her it trusted her to help. It growled and snarled in pain as she pried open the bear trap. Once its paw was free, she examined the damage.

His paw was barely hanging on… thankfully she focused on healing magic. She was able to reattach his paw and clean the wound, bandaging it before moving onto the gashes on his body.

(Name) collapsed in exhaustion after hours of working on the wolf. Her efforts had paid off, as it was now sleeping peacefully by the fire.

‘At least one of us is able to sleep…’ she thought, rising from the couch to wash the blood from her hands. She exhausted all of her magic saving the wolf’s life, which worried her slightly. That meant if it were to attack for any reason, she wouldn’t be able to defend herself.

After much thought, she realized that even if it wanted to hurt her, it would be unable. The thing couldn’t stand, much less leap out and attack her, so she decided to sleep next to it… just to watch over it, of course… the fact that it was so soft and warm had nothing to do with it…

———————-

(Name) woke up in the early hours of the morning, the sun not even up yet. She could have only been asleep for a few hours, as the fire was still going…

She sat up, yawning and rubbing her eyes… but paused when she took a second look at the fire.

She hasn’t remembered putting that second log in the fireplace… before she slept, she had even cursed herself for not doing so.

(Name) felt a chill run up her spine and immediately turned to see if the wolf was okay… but instead of seeing its beautiful golden fur and large form, she was met with something much smaller hidden under the blanket…

Smaller, but still bigger than her, whatever it was wriggled the second she spoke. “U-um…”

She expected the wolf to perhaps be some kind of magical beast that turned into something smaller when injured to conserve power… and she wasn’t that far off.

When she pulled back the blanket, instead of a furred creature, she came face to face with a handsome… man?

“… hello…”

For finding a man in the place of the injured wolf she saved, (Name) took the situation well. And by well, she screamed and scooted away, wielding her wand.

“W-who are you and what did you do to that wolf!? Are you some kind of poacher? A pervert? A poaching pervert!?”

The person squinted at her, sighing. “No… I’m neither of those… I-“

He winced in pain, whimpering as the blanket fell around him. (Name)’s eyes went wide as she saw the bandages decorating his form, the same ones she had applied to the wolf last night…

The things that finally clued her in were the wolf ears perched atop of his blonde head, and tail limp on his back.

“Y-you’re…”

“A werewolf…” he muttered, his ears flattening against his head. “You… helped me, and… I understand if you no longer want to help now that you know what I am. I simply ask that… you let me recover until I am able to move…”

She swallowed, shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter what you are. You’re hurt, and I won’t let you suffer.”

The man looked on in mild shock as she helped him onto the couch. “This should be more comfortable… I’ll need to redo your bandages soon…”

The man watched her work silently. She redressed his wounds with a skill that was uncommon for women in their era. Once she was done, it was only then that her eyes trailed down his torso to look for anything else that she may have missed when his thick fur was in the way…

“Oh.”

Her face warmed, her eyes going wide.

He was completely and utterly nude, barely covering his groin with the blanket. His wolf ear twitched as she turned away, flustered.

‘I forgot, werewolves lose their clothing when they turn…’

For now, she simply covered him with a blanket, too tired to do anything else. With that, she left him to sleep on the couch and headed to bed.

‘What am I going to do? There’s a werewolf on my couch, right after Ember mentioned one eating her livestock. Is it the same one..? Could it… be connected to the familiars going rogue?’

She sighed, pulling the blanket up to her chin. ‘Well, whatever the case is, it’s my responsibility now. I decided to save its life, and I don’t regret it. Once it’s back to full health, I’ll think of what to do…’

With that decided, she drifted off to sleep, exhausted from her long day.

———————

In the living room, the werewolf stared up at the ceiling, his head filled with the images of the events he had been through.

‘I thought they lost my trail… those damn poachers will do anything to complete their collection…’

His heart ached to think of his pack, their coats skinned from their bodies after they were forced to transform and fight each other for their captors’ amusement. It made his blood boil to think of how scared the pups must have been, how the elders must have died comforting them with their final breaths, just for all of their words to mean nothing in the end.

He hated humans and their endless lust for money and power. For years he had avoided human contact, staying in his wolf form and attacked anyone that came near in fear of being hurt again…

That was until he met her.

Even before they officially met, he had been stalking her through the woods for months. At first, he had planned on killing her and taking over her cabin for himself. In his mind, it was only fair. Humans killed and stole from nature every single day, honestly he thought he was doing the world a favor taking one of them out.

But (Name) wasn’t like other humans. Every day, he watched her take only what she needed, and left behind gifts for the fairies and animals. She tended to the wounded creatures and made sure she never overstayed her welcome.

It would be dishonest to say he liked her, but she was the closest thing to tolerable a human could get in his eyes. So when he met her, he found himself unable to hurt her.

Though at first he kept his distance and attempted to bite her if she strayed too close, he never intended to actually hurt her. If he wanted to, he could have easily tore into her throat and feasted on her flesh… but he didn’t.

This human, this girl had become something akin to a friend to him. Despite his hatred for her kind, he couldn’t help following after her and staying by her side. It felt soothing, safe… almost familiar in a way. It reminded him of when he was just a pup and would follow behind his mother while she hunted or gathered ingredients for dinner.

So when he was attacked by the very poachers that killed his family, he escaped with only one thing in mind.

‘I have to find her!’

He followed her scent, barely dragging his wounded hide to her home and collapsing on the front step. He never would have thought that he would trust a human to help him, not after what he had been put through.

Even now, as he laid there powerless and unable to move, his mind was still conflicted. Was this really okay? Could he truly rely on this human to tend to him when he was utterly defenseless?

‘It doesn’t really look like I have much of a choice…’

Winning his trust would not be easy, but if she could… (Name) would gain a loyal companion.

Only time could tell what would become of these two…

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[gildedoak]

RadioApple Valentine's Week 2025 Day 4 - Gifting Flowers

Whatever Lucifer was expecting after yesterday's disaster, it certainly wasn't coming to his workshop to find a rare, carnivorous Devil's Orchid sitting on the counter, its petals open and apple-scented lure curling below.

Got to use some gouache with this one in addition to my usual markers!

[ask-the-monster-nest-xxx]

He listened to the story and nodded. "Ah, I see. I've been called an old man before. I lost my wife several years ago. I've never met a umbra witch" He replied as they walked. He looked a bit upset at the mention of his past. "Do you see lots of reporters?" He asked, changing the subject as they walked down the street towards a cafe.

*Akira was walking through the area, a sway in his hips as he detected a few angels near by, but what he didnt know was that someone else was watching him* (Heigl)

Heigl had gone looking for this scoop he had been told about and was walking through town. He asked people in the town if they had heard of his target.

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

From this poll, this series is born!

a/n: this is changing the dragons from not just mount, but to being able to shift into a human-like form at will...

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・In his dragon form, The Cannibal is larger than Vermithor, and three times nastier as well.

・With fire that breathed green, he seemed like an otherwordly creature to the people of Westeros.

・Once he was claimed, many came to see The Cannibal 'up close.' Crowds would form whenever you went flying; a sight that so many would tell their children, and their childrens children and so on.

・With sharp black horns that curled and protruded from the dragons head, he was terrifying.

・And you loved him.

・Many asked how you 'tamed' him. But that ... wasn't how it happened.

・Unlike many throughout history; he found you.

・And when he came snout to face with you, you did not balk. For dragons were your family's legacy. If you died by his flame, then so be it.

・The Cannibal sensed that.

・Maybe it was bravery. Maybe it was stupidity. Maybe it was the fact that you felt so alone that you did not care what may have happened.

・Your relationship with the Cannibal was different to other dragonriders and their mounts.

・You never chained him up and put him in the dragon pit.

・You gave him free range of the world. Just because you were tethered together did not mean that you owned him.

・For he was far older and experienced than you could ever be.

・The first time you saw your mount transform, you thought it was a dream. One wickedly wonderful dream.

・In his half form, he towers over you at 7.5 feet tall. With long onyx coloured hair partly braided, two glowing green eyes, pointed ears and a face so ... handsome yet scarred, menacing and well honestly a little terrifying. He looked like a death promise to those who look him in the eye.

・Some of his teeth are sharp as well, and he challenges anyone who looks in your direction.

・He's completely attached to you, because why else would he want to be around other people, other beings?

・His name? He was happy with being called Cannibal - but you told him he couldn't be out in society with it. So his 'human' name is: Vorzhul.

・The Cannibal/Vorzhul is very wary of others; as his time has been spent alone. He doesn't know how to converse with others without coming off as ... slightly crazy.

・That's one of the reasons why he becomes so attached to you. Not only because you are his bonded rider, but because he feels like his walls can come down.

・He can be quite funny at times -

・Particularly when he mind-speaks during something important.

・When you're feeling down, he reminds you that: "I'm eternally yours."

・So now you never feel lonely. Or that the world is against you. Because someone always has your back. No matter what you say or do.

・The knowledge that certain dragons can shift, is only known by certain people. High ranking people. Ones who have blood sworn not to tell another soul.

・One maester, your parents and the Hand of the King.

・Marriage is a difficult subject.

・Some shifters will allow their bonded to marry another. But not yours.

・Even if it is tried, he will turn into dragon form and eat those who come to marry you. And their families.

・So it is either, he marries you or a war will break out.

・When he's in his hybrid form, Vorzhul is able to understand English and High Valyrian. With some people he pretends not to know English and lets them talk shit until he responds.

・They usually excuse themselves (basically running away)

・When he's in his dragon form, he'll only take commands in High Valyrian though, just like every other dragon.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

No Social Skills (The Cannibal/Vorzhul) x No Social Skills Either, That's Why We're Bonded (You)

Undying Loyalty x2

"Think they'll try us?" x "Fuck I hope so."

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Found Family

Intertwined Destinies

Legacy and Legend

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys

I Need You by James Newton Howard

Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・As you would think, he is completely dominant in bed. Rough; hands gripping you tight against him, teeth sinking into your skin without a second thought.

・His tongue decided it liked the taste of your skin, and started moving further and further downward. And then he pushed your legs apart and devoured you until you came three times ... in a row.

・His animalistic nature could not hold off when he was with you - the suppleness of your skin, the way you trembled underneath his grasp.

・He laughed when you finally wrestled to sit on top of him, only for him to buck you off and roll you onto your back:

"You will have to try better than that little one."

・He felt primal around you.

・Like a peace he never had, had finally found him.

・And sex was more than pleasure; it was about connecting with you. Becoming one with you.

"Just let it stay in a little longer ñuha jorrāeliarzy (my beloved)"

You whispered back, "elilla (honey), you are too big, and it hurts."

He huffed and with a frown, slowly slid himself out of you.

"Are you pouting!"

"No."

"You are!"

"No I am not!"

[dark-moonlust]

Yeti x Ice Witch

Pairing: Yeti monster x Ice Witch reader

Summary: You are weakened after a spell and a Yeti finds you in the cold woods. He nurses you back to health and then you realize you are mates. But how will this mating work between you, when he is three times your size?

Warnings: minors don’t interact, 18+!!!!, explicit monster smut, size kink, oral (fem+male), huge 🍆, magic to fit, buckets of come.

This is the full one-shot. It was posted first on Patreon as my patrons get early access to my Tumblr posts! Happy reading!!

In the icy wilderness, you forced your legs to move and take you back to your cabin. Your most recent magic spell had left you weakened, your power drained from exertion. Alone and shaking from the cold, you looked around the vast forest and felt the snowflakes kissing your face. You wouldn’t make it back, you wouldn’t—

A massive figure appeared on the horizon, three times bigger than your own size, closing in on you with loud footsteps. It was a Yeti, towering and powerful, his fur glistening white. Your eyes and body were heavy but before you could lose consciousness, strong hairy arms held you, cradling you against a surprisingly warm chest.

The Yeti took you to his home and treated your internal magic force. Power sung through you and after hours of rest and sleep, you woke up feeling more powerful than ever. You sat up on the comfortable bed and looked around his house. The ceilings were impossibly tall, built to fit his great height.

You heard his footsteps as he approached. He entered the room and somehow he made it look small. Now that you were feeling well and strong again you could appreciate him fully. He was furry all over with broad shoulders, strong arms, a chiseled chest, and thick thighs. He was naked, but didn’t look indecent at all. You guessed his cock was hidden in the slit between his legs. Somehow that thought made your belly pool with warmth.

“What are you thinking, little witch?” he asked, his glinting blue eyes fixed on you.

“You.. you saved me, thank you,” you said, trying to ignore the ripples of pleasure inside you. What was wrong with you?

He sniffled the air. “You’re aroused.”

“I’m not doing it deliberately. Perhaps it’s because I’ve just recovered.”

“Perhaps,” he growled, his voice husky with hunger. “Or perhaps it’s something else entirely.”

A beat of silence passed as you stared at each other, and then, you both realized the truth—you were mates.

“Mate,” he growled, causing a shiver of desire to ran down your spine.

“Yes, mate,” you agreed, a hand rubbing over your heart.

He was upon you in no time, his massive body looming over your small frame, his fur-covered chest rising and falling with each breath. Retracting his sharp claws, he tugged at your clothes and exposed your lithe body to his eyes.

“Slender,” he muttered as he leaned in to kiss your neck. “Yet so round,” he said as his tongue tasted one breast, his hand cupping and feeling the other mound. “I can feel your little heart pounding, mate. So strong.”

Moving even lower, he worshipped your smooth belly and seemed fascinated with your bellybutton. Trails of fire ignited along your skin when he reached the apex of your legs, his mouth licking your pussy. He suckled and nibbled gently at the plump lips, lapping up your juices. He feasted on you, and you rocked your hips in time with his movements. You came in no time, waves of pleasure coursing through your body, your back arching in ecstasy.

“This one is tiny,” he commented, a thick finger probing your pussy. “I won’t fit.”

Just in time, you looked down and widened your eyes at the sight. His cock had exited his slit, it was long and hard, veins traveling around the curved shaft. The head was a wide flare, beads of pre-cum glistening at the tip. He was thrice the size of a human dick at full-mast and your heart gave a little flip at how strong and monstrously beautiful he was.

Reaching down, you cupped his cock, wrapping both palms around it. He growled and since he couldn’t kiss you— his jaws were too big, he thrust his tongue inside your mouth. Your tongues brushed and mated, though his was wide and textured, impatient to explore every crevice of your mouth.

“Want to suck you, my big handsome mate,” you whispered as he devoured your mouth.

Sitting back on his back paws, he offered you his cock. “It’s all yours, my beautiful witch.”

Feeling giddy, you crawled between his legs and let your tongue taste the pre-cum at the tip of the pulsing cock. You pumped him with both hands, licking around each vein and lapping up the seed that escaped the head.

‘“Fuck,” he hissed, watching as you struggled to suck the whole head of his cock in your mouth. You managed it, your lips stretching wide, little tongue licking frantically. You tried to take him deeper but he was too thick.

The Yeti cupped the back of your neck. “You are doing so good.”

“Hnn… I want you inside of me,” you muttered around his cockhead. You ran your lips along the girth of it, nuzzling it, wanting it.

“You can’t,” he said, his voice pained. “Your pussy’s too small.”

“I… I can help with that,” you kissed his cock one last time then drew back.

Focusing your energy, you weaved your magic and altered your insides to accommodate the Yeti’s massive cock. The procedure was painless, it only tickled slightly as the changes took effect. Immensely proud of yourself, you sent him a wicked grin.

“I believe nothing will stop you now.”

His gaze darkened with desire. “My little witch, you never cease to amaze me.”

The Yeti wasted no time, his body crawling over you. His furry chest rubbed against your nipples while his big paws splayed your legs wide, baring your our slick pussy to him. He kneeled between you and closed his mouth over your pussy, suckling loudly.

Clutching his head, you held for dear life and rubbed your cunt against his face. You wanted him inside you. He growled, pleased as he tongued your cunt, thrusting a thick finger in your depths. You accepted it easily, your walls stretching around it. Another followed and you squealed as it pushed inside you with ease.

"Please, ah, hah… just take me," your words faded when you felt the warmth of his leaking cock probing your pussy. His snout buried in your hair as he fingered your cunt and replaced them with his cockhead. Carefully, very carefully, he parted your pussy lips and moved his hips, the flared head of his dick moving past your tight entrance. He filled you, inch by delectable inch and you clutched his fur, your breath hitching when he bottomed out.

You’d done it.

Looking down, you saw him staring at the same sight; his cock was balls-deep inside you, making your belly bulge.

“Damn, that is a sight I will never get bored of,” he drawled, “look at you. So stretched and perfect around my dick.”

“Hmm… now please, move.”

“Eager little witch,” he kissed you, plunging his tongue inside your mouth.

He started thrusting, fucking you with primal ferocity, his penetration deep and powerful. You were so wet that his cock came out frothing with your juices. He fucked you to the edge of ecstasy and you came hard around him, sweet climax rolling through you. Your contractions made him piston faster, and with a defeating roar, he spurted inside you, his cock pulsing so strongly that you came again with violent aftershocks. Load after load of hot cum was released inside you, it filled your belly and trickled down your shaking legs.

“I love your pussy,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “I wonder how many rounds it can go.”

“There’s only one way to find out,” you said, giving his big wet nose a kiss.

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[the-silver-peahen-residence]

"Yeah ,who could forget that." He mutters worried remembering that day. "Though....I'm sure we can find someway to make it better.." Mahir knew that was a bad day but he still was worried.

*akira was pouting a little as he was munching on some pizza, it was clear something bothered him as he spoke* "Stupid angels...making that happen, now im really gonna be merciless next time i see one"

While Mahir was working on something when he blinks hearing Akira upset. "Hmm? Is something wrong? Sounds like something happened today." he said worried.

[noxcheshire]

If ya’ll know Madoka Magica you will understand how beautiful and haunting the art of the witches that show up on screen are.

LIKE

It’s gorgeous.

That unsettling feeling of seeing something beyond yourself, beyond your sense of consciousness and knowing that this could very well be your grave.

It’s a labyrinth of feelings, of misery, of regret, and wanting that traps its victims in a forever.

You know what else is unsettling?

Death.

Death and ghosts and everything beyond it.

So imagine with me then, that the Infinite Realms and those ecto-born and ecto-contaminated don’t see the ghosts the same way.

Amity Park and its residents see the invading ghosts as close to their real form in life as they are in death.

Those not touched by the Infinite?

They see them the same way as witches. Unnatural creatures that unsettles the mind and environment to allow the ghosts access to the living world.

Maybe that’s why Maddie and Jack Fenton do not see ghosts as sentient things. They have seen them as humans see them, things filled with misery and pain, stealing from those too foolish to wander in the Ghosts domain.

The GIW are much the same, seeing the ghosts as the ‘witches’ they are, not what they were.

Danny doesn’t realize how unsettling he truly is, no one in Amity Park baring the Fenton parents and the GIW do.

Not until he is summoned on his first official Kingly summon, unaware of the looming gaping horror that stood staring back down at the humans that lived outside of Amity Park.

[fandomnerd9602]

Vampire!Wanda looks at her detka Y/N…

Wanda: so tell me…this Valentines Day, do you actually give someone your heart?

Y/N: it’s metaphorical

Wanda: oh…cause I can get you another person’s heart

Y/N: baby don’t!

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Small announcement post regarding chapter 6 of "A Winsome Witch and a Happy Human".

There's also a poll at the end.

Commission art here.

So, for this chapter, I finally have a clear idea of how I want to write it ! (Thank you for the help, @leespinoodle) .

It'll be written from the first-person perspective of Teen Philip as he writes and describes scenes in his diary entries (which will be in italics) that have led to a very crucial event that occurs in the chapter.

Each moment will be expanded on as I write them in regular font.

Also, I was wondering, @ the readers who are reading / have read the chapters of this fic that are out, would you be interested in reading ficlets related to "A Winsome Witch And A Happy Human" ?

I already have titles and summaries for two possible fics in particular:

"Once Upon A Dream" - Kid Clara dreams about sharing a sweet and sentimental dance with her one true love.

"Classified Celebration" - Kid Philip has a secret celebration for his 6th birthday with his family.

Commission art here.

[harveywritings92]

[Stolas visits IMP to find R/n passed out on the couch and the others were looking at them concerned.]

Stolas: What's wrong?

Moxxie: Blitzo was messing around with R/n's spell book to see if he could open portals to Earth like your Grimoire can, but apparently human magic is very different from hell magic, He cast a spell that put R/n to sleep, according to their book only a true love's kiss can wake them.

Stolas: Oh, is that all?

{Stolas cheerfully hums as he walks over to the couch he leans down and gives them quick kiss. R/n wakes up and immediately punches Biltzo in the face.]

Millie: What...But how?

Stolas: True love doesn't always mean romantic love, the love of a true friend can work just as well.

Moxxie: But how did you know that?

Stolas: Because R/n let me study their book and showed me all the loopholes they incorporated into their spells; just in case something went wrong. Such as a foolish little imp getting his hands on it.

Blitzo: Hey!

[gildedoak]

RadioApple Valentine's Week 2025 Day 6 - Showing Off

"WHAT IN THE UNHOLY HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! That is the SECOND DATE you've ruined!!"

~

Takes place directly after the last one.

[writtenbyan-aries]

can u plz do a vampire one where whoever idrc who has their humanity off and reader/y/n is trying to get them to turn it back on plzzz

I can never pass up a vampire fic 🫣

Summary: Colby tracks reader down to help with no humanity vampire!Sam

Warnings: slightly sexual moments, angsty, cigarettes, vampire!sam, vampire!reader, blood, death, compulsion, other vampire themes, based off of tvd, fluffy end

Word Count: 5.1K | unedited

────── ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ──────

𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎, 𝚆𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗

You let out a sigh as you sit down on the curb, bringing your lit cigarette to your lips.

The chatter from a group of guys catches your attention. You perk your head up, watching as they round the corner of the building, one specifically catching your attention.

He was blonde, reminded you of someone you once knew.

“Hey.” You call out, watching as they stop and look over at you, “Any of you have a cigarette?”

“Isn’t that what you have in your hand?” The one asks with a laugh as he points, “Or do you mean for after that one?”

“There you go.” You laugh, taking a drag as you stand up, “I need one for my walk home.”

“You’re walking home, alone, at this time of night?” The blonde looks both ways before crossing the street over to you, “Shit, you must be brave.”

“I can handle myself.” You laugh as you look up at him, your eyes dilating as you whisper, “Tell your friends you’re good from here, they can keep walking.”

“You guys can go.” He waves them off, “I’ll catch up with you guys in a little bit.”

They don’t hesitate to leave him and your brows furrow, “Some friend group you have there.” He laughs it off, “That’s just how they are. So, before I give you this cigarette, can I at least get your name?”

You smile, nodding your head, “if that’s the key for me to get that, then yes.” You drop your cigarette and step on it, “My name is y/n.”

“Y/n, that’s pretty. Mine’s Carter.” He holds out his hand you nod, “Cute.” You smirk, eyes on his, “Follow me, Carter, and don’t make a sound.”

He nods, taking your hand and following you across the street. You lead him in between the buildings and push him against the wall, “You remind me of someone I met a long time ago.”

He stares at you and you step in closer, “Too bad we hate each other now.” Your eyes grow dark and with a growl, your fangs are sunk into his neck, ripping his skin apart.

As you step back, your eyes follow his body as it drops to the ground.

“You’re not very careful, are you?”

You turn your head slightly, “You’re a little far from home, aren’t you?”

“I need your help.”

You turn around, watching as Colby walks up to the body on the ground. He bites his wrist as he bends down, pressing it to Carter’s lips, “Clearly, you still have a type.”

“Are you here to criticize me about having a type, or are you here to tell me why you need my help?” You shift your weight onto your one leg and Colby looks at you, “I mean, kinda falls into both categories, really.”

You raise your brows, shaking your head as you turn, “Nope.” You take a few steps away and Colby’s words make you freeze, “He flipped his switch, y/n.”

Your eyes search the wet ground, “Why?”

You turn around, seeing Colby pick Carter up from the ground, “Go catch up with your friends, forget what happened here.” He pushes him away and Carter runs past you.

You look back at Colby and he shrugs, “No idea. He won’t talk to me.”

“What makes you think I can get him to bring it all back?” You laugh, “Do you not remember what happened?”

“No, I remember, but that doesn’t mean you guys don’t still love each other.”

You laugh at his words, “If you think that, then clearly you forgot.” You shake your head, “I can’t help you. I’m sorry, Colby.”

You turn but Colby vamps in front of you, “He wears the smell of blood and death like perfume, y/n. You need to come back with me, even if it’s just to try.” You roll your eyes, “Why?”

“Because I just have a feeling that when he sees you, it’ll change his mind.”

“What if it doesn’t, I mean..” You sigh, thinking for a moment, “Fine. But if this backfires, I’m snapping your neck and leaving.” He nods, “Fine. Deal, whatever. Now let’s go.”

“You owe me a cigarette, Colby. He was going to give me one but then you sent him off without a care in the world.”

Colby laughs and slings his arm over your shoulder, “I’ll get you a whole pack, alright. We have a long drive ahead of us.”

𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚔, 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚎

You slowly lifted your head from the car door as it came to a stop, “Are we here?” You look over at Colby and he nods, “Yep. Good old, White Creek, Tennessee.”

You furrow your brows, “Why are we here?”

“This is where Sam is.”

“Why is he-“

Colby cuts you off, “Look, y/n. I don’t have all the answers to your questions, okay. After him ripping through our town, I followed the trail of bodies that were broadcasted all over the news, and so far, this is where the trail stopped.”

You take a slow breath, “Okay.” You reach for the door and Colby stops you, “Wait.”

“What?” You look at him, “Are you going to give me the spiel about how Sam isn’t himself and I need to not take whatever he says to heart?”

“Actually, I mean, yeah. Yeah, I was.” He laughs, “Sometimes I forget you know your way around this stuff.”

“Is it weird being friends with someone who’s older.” You laugh, “And stronger than you?”

He rolls his eyes, “Didn’t have to bring that part, but sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” He laughs and opens his door. You get out, meeting Colby behind his car, “So. Where is he?”

“That house.” He points, “We’ll have to be invited in.”

“Of course.” You huff, “Alright. Let’s get this shit started.” You walk towards the house, glancing back at Colby as you reach the door. You extend your arm up, knocking gently a few times.

“Sam.” Colby calls out, “I know you’re in there, and I know you can hear me.”

You listen in, your heart skipping a beat when you hear Sam’s voice for the first time in ages, “Go away, Colby. I don’t need your shit.”

“Open the door.”

“Fuck off, Colby. Go home.”

Colby sighs, leaning against the banister, “Open the door. And then we’ll go.”

You hear footsteps growing closer and closer to the door. You straighten up as the door swings open, “Who’s we?”

Sam freezes, his eyes locking onto yours.

“Yeah, I called in reinforcements.” Colby stands up, “Now get whoever you’re compelling inside of this house to invite us in.”

“Why would I do that?” Sam tilts his head, a smirk toying at his lips, “That would make it easier for you guys to stake me, tie me down, torture me until you get exactly what it is you want.” He sighs, “Normally I would hate to tell you this, but go fuck yourself.”

His eyes move to you, “You, too, lying bitch.”

“Sam-“

Your words are cut off by the door slamming in your face, and you sigh, turning to Colby, “So, what’s plan B?”

Colby shrugs, “Kinda hoping you thought of that on the way here.” You roll your eyes and turn to beat on the door again, “Sam.”

“Sam! Open the door!”

“Oh my god.” Sam groans as he pulls it open again, “Don’t you ever fucking stop?”

“I’ll make it easy, flip that twitch and I’ll be gone not a second after.” You cross your arms, “But.. if you wanna play this game, we can play this game. Can’t promise I’ll take it easy on you, though.”

Sam laughs, shaking his head, “Colby, I’m sorry to tell you, but you wasted your time tracking her down. I’m not leaving this house, and you..” he points at you and Colby, “Are not coming in.”

He steps back, closing the door once more and your hands slap your thighs, “Come with me.” You grab Colby by the arm and pull him back over to the car.

“Figure out a plan B yet?” He looks over at you as you close your door and you nod, “Sam feeds when he has his humanity off, right?”

“Sure does.” Colby sighs, and you raise your brows, “Did you hear anyone else in that house?”

He shakes his head, “Nothing but the quiet humming of the woman who owns it.”

“Exactly, so we just have to wait. We have to wait until he decides he’s hungry again and comes out, or until he sends that woman out to fetch him his dinner.”

“What are we going to do if he sends out the woman?” Colby asks and you shrug, “We kill her and then we don’t need an invitation to get inside.”

“He’ll probably run.” Colby shrugs, “He’ll run, and then what?”

“He can’t outrun me, Colby. I can promise you that.”

“Right, because you’re old.” He teases with a laugh, and you roll your eyes, “Sounds like you’re jealous because you can never beat me in a race.”

“Yeah, sure.” He looks back, “Well go with that.” He taps your arm, “Looks like you still know him pretty damn well.”

You look back, watching as Sam sends the woman out of the house. He watches as she crosses the street and then closes the door.

“How do you want to do this?” Colby looks at you, and you look at him, “Take care of her. I’ll take care of Sam.” You reach for the door and get out. Making your way back over to the house.

You watch as Colby disappears after the woman, waiting a few seconds before he comes back out, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.

He gives you a nod and you turn back, knocking on the door.

Sam opens it again, scoffing before he goes to close it. You reach in, holding the door open and Sam’s face grows into a shocked look.

“Looks like you’re not getting any dinner tonight.” You vamp in, hand around his throat as you slam him hard against the wall, “You’re out of control, Sam.”

He pushes you back, hand rubbing his neck, “Since when the hell do you give a fuck about me? You seem to make that pretty fucking clear when you left god knows how long ago.”

“I had to, Sam.” You step towards him, paying no attention to Colby as he walks in and shuts the door, “I had to leave. If I didn’t, I would have died, do you not get that?”

“It’s always excuse, after excuse with you.” Sam shakes his head, vamping towards you. His hand is on your throat, staring down into your eyes, “I need you to get it through your head that I hate you.”

“I hate you, too baby.” You smirk, tilting your head, “As I said.” You flip him on to his back, your knee pressing into his chest, “If you wanna play, we can play.”

He smirks up at you, letting out a sigh, “You both. Can just go to hell.” He kicks you off of him, flipping you over his body, and he was gone before you got back up.

“You couldn’t have stopped him?” You look at Colby, “Oh, shit.” You walk over, pulling the broken wooden stick from his stomach, “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Just..” Colby stands up, “Go. I’ll come after in a second.”

You nod, taking off after Sam.

After a minute of running, you come to a stop, “Sam.” You sigh, “Just, come out and fucking talk to me.” You listen in, your head snapping to the left when you hear faint cries for help.

You speed over, stopping when you come across what looks to be like a murder scene, “Oh.. my god. Sam.” Your head snaps up to look at him, “Why are you doing this?”

You step over the bodies lying by the fire, walking up to him as he drops the last from his grasp. He reaches up, wiping away the blood on the corner of his mouth with his thumb, “My question is, why aren’t you?”

You roll your eyes and he extends his arm over, wiping it on your lip, “You were so much fun when you were just like me.”

“You’re out of control.” You lick your lips, your eyes fluttering closed at the taste of the blood, “I can control myself.”

“Can you?” Sam tilts his head, “I remember watching you as Colby and I forced you to turn your humanity back on.” He sighs, “If I had known better then, I would have just let you go. This shit is so much better than dealing with all of the whiny thoughts about doing the right thing.”

“What happened, Sam.” You stare at him and he shrugs, “Can’t I just, have a little fun for once?” He looks down at the bodies, “I mean, look at it this way. You and Colby keep pushing me, I’ll stack every body I drain on the front door step, leaving you both to clean up the mess.”

He steps closer, “It’s not hard to not give a fuck, y/n.” He jerks his head back, “Oh wait. I guess, for you, you don’t give a fuck either way. You’re just a selfish bitch who only comes around when she wants or needs something, I mean, fuck. Now I could care less so I mean, if you want to have one last go around before you leave again I’m d-“

You twist his head, closing your eyes as his body hits the ground.

“I was wondering who was going to do that first.” Colby walks up, “What the fuck did he do here?” He looks around and you sigh, “I don’t know, tried giving us a warning, but look how that turned out.”

“I’ll go get the car. There’s a road right out that way. You got him?” Colby points to Sam’s lifeless body and you sigh, “Yep.”

You bend down, picking up his arm and pulling it up around your shoulder. You hoist him up, arm around his waist as you walk with him towards the road.

After a moment, you see headlights and the car comes to a stop. Colby gets out and walks around, opening the door, “Just throw him in.”

You laugh slightly as you push his body into the car, slamming the door shut, “How long do you think we have?”

“Hour or so, maybe two.” Colby gets in, “I have a friend who night be able to help us out, though. It’s about a four hour drive, so. Get comfy.”

You let out a sigh, “Perfect.”

𝙰𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊, 𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚊

You glance back at Sam, “probably going to wake up soon.”

“We’re five minutes out, so we should be good.” Colby looks over at you, “Are you okay?”

You give him a nod, “Yeah, I’m fine. Not anything I haven’t heard before.” Colby furrows his brows, “like, from Sam?”

“There’s a lot more to me that you don’t really know about, Colby. I used to be just like Sam, I used to live that way. Thinking that keeping your humanity off was the best thing in the world. I’ve lost a lot of good friends, potential relationships, family that way.”

“I never knew that.” Colby sighs, “I’m glad you’ve come to your senses about it.”

You raise your brows, “Yeah, me too. I mean, sometimes the pain of remembering all of the horrible things I’ve done becomes, too much, but at the same time, I’ve learned that feeling it, and a tiny bit of compulsion goes a longer way.”

You laugh slightly and Colby shakes his head, “No judgment. I feel like we’ve all had our moments.”

“Yeah. Sam’s just living through his.” You take a deep breath, “If things don’t work out here.. I have another idea but it’s something that-“

“You’re wasting your time.” Sam groans in the backseat, “Just stop here, I’ll walk the rest of the way.”

“No can do, brother.” Colby shakes his head, “You’re not getting away from us again.” You look back, watching as Sam rubs his neck, “God, can you be a bit rougher next time?”

“Aw, did I hurt your poor little neck?” You roll your eyes, “Please. I should have just ripped your heart out of your chest.”

“Not like you haven’t done it before.” Sam mumbles and you laugh, “Is that why you flipped your switch? Because you kept thinking about me but you were too scared to come and find me?”

Sam rolls his eyes, “Please. You wish this was about you. You always need someone pining and losing their shit over you.” He sits forward, “Trust me, sweetheart. This has nothing to do with you.”

“Okay.” You nod, giving him a smile, “Well see about that.”

Colby comes to a stop and Sam leans forward, “Where the fuck are we?” Colby glances over at him then looks to you with a nod.

You quickly reach up, snapping his neck one last time before you let out a sigh, “I hate to admit it, but it feels so good getting him go shut up.”

“I’m sure if his humanity was on, you’d feel differently.” Colby smirks and nods, “I’ll get him.” You roll your eyes, moving to open your door and get out. You follow Colby up the steps, reaching forward to knock on the door.

A girl opens the door, giving you a smile, “Y/n?”

“Um, hi, have we-“

“Tara! I’m Colby’s witchy friend.” She moves out of the way, “Him and Sam talk about you so much, we’ll, Sam more than Colby, but it’s great that I finally get to put a face with the name, come in, please.”

You walk in, Colby following behind you, “We need your help.”

“Of course, what can I do?” She looks at Sam, “Oh, he didn’t.”

Colby nods, laying him down on the couch, “He did.” He turns around, “I need you to let us use your basement for a little bit.”

“Do you need me to de-spell his ring?” She asks and Colby nods, “You have a window down there, right?” She nods and he smirks, “Perfect.” Colby looks at you, “What if plan C doesn’t work?”

You shake your head, “I don’t think you’re going to like it.”

𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚊’𝚜 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

“So what happened with you and Sam again?” Tara asks as she sits down on the chair, “He told me you guys were a thing and then just went different ways.”

“Something like that.” You peer into the room, eyes fixating on Sam’s still body, “He and I.. we were..” you laugh, “I don’t know.” You look at Colby as he walks over to the door, looking out at Tara, “They were perfect for each other, Tara.”

“If you were so perfect for each other, why did Colby have to drive all the way to Seattle to get you?” She tilts her head, “Sorry, sometimes when I talk it sounds bitchy but I promise I don’t mean it like that.”

You laugh, “It’s okay. Um, a few years ago, I flipped my own switch, ruined a bunch of shit, and I hurt Sam in the process. He got so mad at me that he ended up telling the one person I told him not to tell I was vampire and I had to leave town.”

“Ohh, okay. He’s mad at you for leaning and you’re mad because he signed your death certificate?” She asks and you nod slowly, “Yeah, something like that.”

Colby sighs, “He thought y/n died.”

You look at him, “What?”

He rests his head against the bar, “After you left without any other word, he did look for you. He asked around, went to the person he told to try and fix shit, but when they said you were gone..”

“He thought they meant they killed me..” you shake your head, “Is that why he called me a lying bitch?”

“Oof, Sam’s a dick when he has his humanity off.” Tara shakes her head and you and Colby both nod, speaking at the same time, “I know.”

“It’s better this way.” Sam argues, groaning as he lifts his head, “It’s better this way, because then I don’t have to remember all of the pain you left for me to deal with.”

You clench your jaw, “Are you done?”

“Are you?” He cocks his jaw and smirks, “We can do this all night, baby.”

You open the door, stepping in, “Tara, lock this behind us.” She gets up, the sound of the heavy lock clinking closed fills the silence.

“So.” You laugh, “Jokes on you, because…” you walk over to the window, pulling it open and Sam bursts out into painful yells. You watch his skin sizzle before closing it, “It’s still daylight out, sunshine.”

He flexes his hand, watching his skin heal, “That all you got?” He lifts his head, eyes on you as you walk around to stand in front of him, “I don’t want to, but I can snap your neck again, have Tara here take a look into that memory you’re holding on to.”

“You can try, but I don’t have any good ones worth holding on to, so.” He shrugs, “Your move.”

You slide your head up to his cheek, taking a deep breath as you look into his eyes, “If I hurt you that bad, why haven’t you tried to kill me, or fought harder to get away?”

“Get your fucking hands off of me.” Sam snaps his head away from your hand, “Listen, you do what you have to do. Starve me - wait, we’ve been over this already.” He rolls his eyes, “Just-“

He gasps, gritting his teeth as you slowly push your hand into his chest, “Fucking.. bitch. Get your.. hand out of my chest.”

You tilt your head, “Hmm, that’s weird. What I’m feeling, is definitely a heart. Usually someone with one of those can understand when they’re being a total ass.”

You pull your hand out, reaching for the towel as Colby hands it to you. Sam coughs, “Just go.”

“No.” You argue back, “If you want me gone, make me.”

Sam groans, shifting his writs to try and get them free, sighing when he can’t. You glance at Colby, looking back to Sam as he starts to laugh, “This.. oh fuck.. this is hilarious.”

“Why’s so funny?” Colby asks and he shrugs, “This whole thing, y/n coming back here, clearly not dead.”

“Is that why you turned it off, Sam? Because you thought y/n was dead and you just couldn’t live with the pain any longer?” Colby steps forward, “Well here she is. Alive.”

Sam shrugs, “How was I supposed to know that? She only thought about herself after she left.” His state shifts to you, “Per usual.”

You walk up, gripping his chin, “Turn it back on.”

“No.” Sam holds his stare on you, “What are you going to do if I don’t?” You lean in, “Maybe I’ll rip your heart out for good.”

You go to reach for his chest but Colby stops you, “let’s just leave him. Let him sit here for a little bit.” Colby pulls you back, “Come on.”

You drop your hand, scoffing as you shake your head, “Fine.”

“Feel free to not come back.” Sam calls out as you and Colby both walk out. Tara closes the door and Colby locks it, “Come on.” He leads you and Tara upstairs into the kitchen, flipping on the tap.

“Is that to block out his hearing?” Tara asks as she points to the running water and you nod, “Yeah.” You look at Colby, “I think we need to move onto plan D.”

Colby stares at you, “I don’t-“

“It’s the only thing that I have a strong feeling about, I think it’ll work.” You reach out, “Well have Tara mess with his head, show him before we actually show him.”

“I can do it.” She nods, “I just need to know exactly what I need to show him.” She points, “Can I just ask, though, why do you want to want to keep dealing with that?”

You shrug, “There’s still good in him, Tara. We just have to really force it out of him.”

You spend the next half hour explaining to Tara plan D, then you make your way down to a very irritated, and hungry Sam.

“When I get out of these restrains, I’m ripping your throat out.” Sam groans, “Can I at least get some fucking blood, goddamn.”

“No.” Colby shakes his head, “Not after speaking to us like that.”

Sam laughs, “Oh, my apologies.” He clears his throat, “May I please have some blood, Colby?” Colby states at him, “No.”

“Fuck you.” Sam rolls his eyes, “Fuck all of you.”

You look at Tara, “If he gets out, I’ll get him before he gets to you.” She nods, “I trust you, Colby says you’re stronger and smarter.”

You look at Colby with a smirk, “So you do think that.”

“That’s not- we have something a little more important to tend to.” He shakes his head opens the door, walking in with Tara behind him.

“What’s little witch bitch gonna do? Fry my brain? Show me some emotional flashback between the people we used to be?” Sam scoffs, “Good luck.”

You look at Tara, giving her a nod and she walks behind Sam, pressing her fingertips to his temples. She closes her eyes, slowly chanting stuff in another language.

“If anything were to happen to you, I don’t know how I’d live with myself.” Sam says as he shakes his head, moving his hand up to brush hair from your face, “You’re literally the best thing that’s walked into my life, or you know, vamped, in.”

“I can take of myself, Sam.” You laugh, “But it’s really nice having you here with me.” He laughs slightly nodding as he leans in for a kiss. You stop, grabbing tightly onto his shoulder as you gasp.

Sam looks down at the blood spreading across your shirt, his hears filling with the sound of you choking on your own blood.

“No, no, no. This isn’t- no.” He shakes his head, his hand pressing to your chest, “Stop, stop, stop.” He looks up, cupping your cheek, “Please don’t leave me, please don’t leave me!”

You gasp for air, your eyes fluttering closed as your skin starts to turn grey and veiny. Sam lets out a frustrated yell, “Fuck, fuck, no, no. Please, please.”

He gasps, eyes snapping open and Tara jumps back.

You walk over in front of Sam, eyes on his glossy ones, “How did that make you feel Sam?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He glares up at you, expression flipping the second he sees Colby jam his hand into back.

You gasp out, groaning as Colby’s fingers graze your heart, “C-Colby-“ you try to reach back but he grabs your hand, eyes on Sam, “I swear to god Sam, if you don’t turn it back on you can really say goodbye to her. For good this time.”

Your eyes squeeze shut, pain radiating all throughout your body as he pushes his hand in deeper, “S-Sam..” you gasp out sharply, “P-please, please.”

Sam shakes his head, visibly fighting with himself, “No.. no..” he looks down, but Tara grabs his head, forcing him to look at you, “Look at what is happening Sam. I’m not messing with your head, Colby is really going to kill her if you don’t feel something!”

Sam’s eyes fill with tears and he takes a sharp breath, “I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He pulls his wrists, “Stop! Colby, stop! You’re hurting her!”

And just like that, Sam was back.

He slowly pulls his hand from your back and wraps his arms around you, “You good?” You nod slowly, “Yeah, yeah. Just-“ you motion, “Set me down.”

Colby gently sets you down on the ground and goes to untie Sam.

He immediately falls onto the ground, moving over to check on you, “Are you-“ he shakes his head, laying his hands on your cheeks, “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so, sorry.”

“Is there anything I can do?” Tara asks and Colby shrugs, “Do you have any blood bags?” She shakes her head and Colby bats the air, “Stay with them. I’ll be right back.”

He vamps out of the basement and you look at Sam, “Did I win?”

“Did you win, what?” His eyes scan your face and you laugh slightly, “The game.” He rolls his eyes, “Yes, yeah, you always win. I just-“ he leans in, pressing his lips to yours, “I’m so sorry.”

You hear Colby come back down, dragging a girl behind him, “Here.” He pushes her into the room and she kneels down, extending her wrist to you.

Your eyes grow dark as you lean in to feed.

As you pull away, Colby pulls her back and looks into her eyes, “Thank you, you can go now, and don’t remember anything about this.” He pushes her towards the steps and she walks away, leaving the house.

“How do you feel?” He looks at you and you stand up, “Im fine, we’re no longer seeing the darkest side of him. I’m calling this a good day.” You look at Tara and smile, “Thank you so much for your help.”

“Anytime. It was great meeting you, y/n.” She smiles and walks away. You look at Colby, “Im going to take him for something to eat.”

He stares at Sam and Sam raises his hands, “I’ll be fine, if not, she’ll just break my neck again.” He laughs and you nod, “I’m a pro at it by now.”

You take his hand and lead him up the steps and out of the house. You watch as he snatched, ate, and erased with complete control.

“Good job.” You give him a thumbs up as he walks over to you and he rolls his eyes, “Considering everything I said to you over the last few hours, I’ll let that slide.” He laughs and pulls you into him, “I was so scared Colby was going to kill you.”

“I had a feeling that that would work.”

Sam kisses the top of your head, “My own death never frightened me, but yours..” he shakes his head, holding you tighter, “That is my greatest, deepest, fear.”

You look up at him, “Come on. We can talk about it when we get home.”

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

From this poll, this series is born!

a/n: the dragons are able to shift into human-like beings. Taking 'bonded' to a whole other meaning.

This whole post is 18+. No minors. 🧿

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑬:

graphic picture ahead -

In the days of Old Valyria Blood Magic was used to create the dragons species by a dragon hybrid choosing a mate. The hybrid had to be in a morphing form into his dragon form. Therefore, creating the dragon spirit that would fill the womb of his human mate.

・Hot-headed, overprotective and showing his animalistic side...always... like a dog with a bone, he will not let anyone touch you, nay; he will not let anyone even look at you too long.

・You often think that the human part of his shift could come out more prominantly, but it just doesn't.

・You do have to remind him that he isn't allowed to kill anyone in his path, that there are rules in human society that are vastly different to the ones in dragon culture.

"Bloody ridiculous, all of it."

・In human form, it's too obvious he isn't human. (Well, yes that is the same with the rest of those who can dragon-shift, but Caraxes cannot let go of his dragon side while human like the others can). It doesn't help that his eyes seem to glow all the time, on his face are tattooed runes from Old Valyria, long thick red hair, darkened lips, pointed ears and extremely large and obvious horns protruding from his head.

・Oh and he was the tallest man you had ever seen

・Standing at 7 feet tall, you thought Westeros had in fact been overrun by some sort of alien creature.

・But no. All dragonshifters are over 6'5 feet. Any less and they are considered still in childhood.

・The first time you saw his human form, you thought he was the most handsome being you had ever laid eyes on.

・A flurry of words that constantly contradicted one another: graceful yet aggressive, mysterious yet direct, there was a pull to him. A pull so ancient that you thought you might die if you didn't follow it.

・And Caraxes was used to ancient authority (he actually hates authority) but still...he knew he needed to listen this time.

・Still an outsider as a human - but he doesn't care, not when he has you.

・He knows how to do Valyrian braids, and loves when you sit on a pillow in front of him while he sits behind you. Humming, which turns to singing - an Old Valyrian one that only mates sing to one another.

・Loves giving you gifts; absolutely showers you in them.

・Caraxes is a shifty, silver-tongued character who is also a big dumbass once he's not playing into the intimidation role

・CONSTANTLY LOYAL AND WILL SQUARE UP TO ANYONE AND EVERYONE.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"Caraxes, No." (You) x "...Caraxes Yes..." (Him)

Commits crimes (Caraxes) x Accessory to crimes (You)

Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside Kinda (Caraxes) x The Top (You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Challenging Social Conventions

Soulmates

Saw You, Instantly Decided You Were His.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

The Devil & the Daughter by Daniel Pemberton

To Bring You My Love by PJ Harvey

The Sails of Charon by the Scorpions

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・Caraxes loves to hear your moans, especially when it's his name. He wants it loud, louder, louder. Pouding into you, drunk on your body.

・Then he ends up being just as loud - and then he gets so absorbed by you that he cannot make a comprehensive sentence

・His favourite positions are the ones where you're closest.

・"Just like that, keep going. Keep going beautiful."

・Caraxes loves praise, both giving it and receiving it. He does feel lonely; he would never admit it verbally. But ends up showing it in different ways. Such as this.

𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"you're so tiny and i dont want to lose control." (Caraxes) and "idc and im gonna taunt you until you break and ruin all my holes" (You)

Breeding Kink

Cockwarming - whines when he can't be inside you. Only you've heard his whines. I swear he would kill anyone else if they heard it.

art credit: https://www.instagram.com/p/C9w5Gd2PiFM/

A/N: This is all my own headcanons and ideas, it's not canon - George hasn't released a lot about how blood magic works, or how the dragons came to be. So I'm ... taking creative liberties. If you have a different opinion then that's cool too!