#(rip those tail feathers)

[twodiamondhoes]

Current problem: do I write or do I art?

If I write, do I do more Only Silver, or do I do one of the other aus shoving at the door of my brain?

[brokendreamscreation]

@gamblins liked for a Lil Lucid Verse starter!)

Where do baby angels come from? Do they even exist? Are they supposed to exist at all? Likely questions that have never once crossed the feline avian Sinner’s mind. Or hardly any Sinner’s minds for that matter. And yet lo and behold, here one sits beneath the poker table near the bar of the hotel. The cherub reaches at Husker, little hands finding a fist full of tail feathers to pull on. Lil Lucid chirps, large bright blue eyes shining as he giggles, the single set of white-golden downy wings giving a flutter.

[vivalasthedas]

i think one of the funniest decline indicators in the quality of these kids straight to vhs/dvd films is that they keep saying 'tree star' and it's not a fucking tree star. It's just a normal ass leaf.

[plethorawrites]

So we’ve seen all of the batbros as cats but what about the reader? What would happen if they were turned into a cat?

This took forever, sorry! But yes, I totally can!

Bruce: Weary and worried.

• Before all else, he's concerned with making sure you're alright. He calls Zatanna immediately to ensure it's not permanent and then after he knows it's not, he can relax enough to try to comfort you.

• He was never a cat person, only ever owning dogs, so he really has no clue how to take care of a cat. Let alone a cat who's really the love of his life. He tries, though. He gets Alfred to make you dinner, something that's fresh and not gross Tuna or Salmon from a can. He gives you your choice of every throw pillow in the manor to tear up when he sees you get antsy, your claws flicking in and out in stress. And of course, everything poisonous to cats like the peace lilies in the living room are moved far away.

• Bruce still has to go to work, unfortunately and with no idea how to keep you entertained, puts on those "Soothing cat videos" on the big TV in his bedroom for you to watch. A six hour loop of a fishtank is less than ideal but seems to work well enough.

• You're in the same place as when he left you, so he assumes you didn't mind too much. He notices you grooming yourself, not because you want to, but out of some strange instinct you've developed and he can tell you're grossed out by your own actions, so he does his best to clean your fur himself. You might be a cat, but you seem to like water so he puts you in the bathtub and scrubs your fur with your normal soap which makes you pur.

• Until he takes you out of the warm water and you're absolutely freezing, shivering from the cold. He wraps you in a towel and holds you to his chest until you're mostly dry, then, despite the dampness of your fur, let's you curl up under the covers since you're still a bit chilly. It makes his own skin wet, but he doesn't mind since at least you seem a bit happier.

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Dick: Amused and empathetic.

• He tries not to laugh. He really does. It's just...so much harder than it should be. You look so small, so adorable, so fuzzy. You have a tail, for God's sake. How could it not be hilarious? He only stops chuckling when you swat your paw at him, catching him with sharp claws, cutting him. He doesn't get upset since he knows he deserved it.

• Goes to the pet store with you, letting you sit in the cart and pick out your own things, which, he can tell you dislike but reluctantly comply—otherwise he'd buy you a rat themed toy instead of the feather one you wanted. You gurgle and growl repeatedly when he picks up those stupid cat costumes, but he still buys them anyway.

• And yes, he does force you to wear them. You resisted, at first, of course, but eventually gave up when he gave you those puppy dog eyes. If you thought being a cat was humiliating, you couldn't have prepared for being a cat wearing a sombrero and poncho. "Those are our Christmas cards this year," he tells you, kissing the top of your head while you meow in protest.

• Despite that, he's still sweet to you, apologizing for you having to go through this and swearing he'll fix it. In the meantime, just try to stay positive. He'll say you can rip up the drapes if it makes you feel better. You do and it does. You always hated them and he refused to get rid of them, but now there was a valid reason to.

• He sits on the floor with you, swinging the feather toy around as you chase it, gaining a good amount of height the longer you play. His arm gets tired but you're clearly not, so he sits there until you eventually get sick of it and he sets it down while you crawl into his lap for a nap. He was going to make something to eat, but he supposes he can wait.

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Jason: Paranoid and terrified.

• His initial response is to reassure you that you'll be fine. He'll do whatever it takes you turn you back into a human, no matter what. His second response, is to freak out. He has no idea how to take care of a cat, let alone his partner who's a cat! What if he hurts you? What if he can't fix it?

• Being a cat, you, unbeknownst to him, sense him apprehension and almost immediately start rubbing against his legs until he hesitantly picks you up, cradling you in his arms as gently as possible. You rub your head against his jaw, trying to soothe him and he takes a few deep breaths, relaxing and nuzzling your fur.

• It takes him a while, and a lot of trial and error to figure out how to take care of you, be it buying food you don't like, to accidentally leaving the window open and panicking that you escaped (you were under the bed, because it was warm and safe) but he eventually calms down once the day is finally over.

• Cuddling with you on the couch, he can barely even feel your claws kneeding on his arms because there's so much scar tissue it's too hard to scratch and hurt. Your purring is what calms him down the most though, after an extremely long, stressful day. You sitting on his lap, his hand resting on your back as he slowly and accidentally falls asleep.

• When he wakes up, you're still a cat, still sleeping on him. He picks you up carefully, taking you to the bedroom so he can sleep in his bed and you aren't left alone in the living room. He has a feeling you'll be yourself soon enough, even if he doesn't know exactly when. He'll keep you safe until then.

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Tim: Shocked and Frantic

• He immediately starts to panic. You're a cat. A freaking cat. How? Why? What does he need to do to fix it? He has a million questions and no answers. But his stress only adds to your own and he quickly tries to calm down before soothing you: "No, no, no. It's fine. You're gonna be fine. I swear."

• Still, the second he gets you out of the room, convincing you that you'd be more comfortable in the living room than in the batcave, he starts to pace and freak out again. It's actually Damian, of all people, who gets him to snap out of it, literally slapping him across the face and telling him to be there for you instead of worrying about the details.

• He listens, to an extent, going back upstairs to where you were chewing on the fern in the living room, ripping a leaf apart. Pulling you away from it as you meow in protest, he cradles you in his arms, apologizing for fretting and promising he won't leave again.

• And he doesn't. He does, however, keep working on a way to fix you. He tries to be annoyed when you start knocking things off his desk, pushing stuff into a water bowl, jumping into his bottom drawer, laying on his papers, but he can't do it. You're just acting too cute to genuinely be mad. Eventually, he takes a break, closing the drawer you were sitting in and hauling you to his bed.

• He'll admit, he threw you with a little less caution than he probably should have, but you didn't mind, crawling onto him the moment he laid down, eager to close your eyes after being awake for far too long. Aka 5 straight hours, which, for a cat, was a lot. He didn't quite realize that, but notices almost immediately how fast you fall asleep once you lay down, curling into a ball, tucking your nose under your tail to keep it warm.

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Damian: Is both fascinated and prepared.

• He has over a dozen pets, so when you're turned into a cat, he already knows everything there is to know and gets you anything you could possibly need. A nice cat bed, toys to keep you entertained, a post to scratch so you don't ruin any furniture.

• His others pets want to play or chase you, but he scoops you up before any of them can get even close to you. And he insists you stay close to him and not wander off, because you could get lost, kidnapped, or hurt.

• You always knew his knowledge of animals was extensive but didn't realize how much so until he was petting you, explaining how the hair follicles on cats work, which is why they never like to be pet in certain areas.

• Despite having an extremely nice bed, you'd really rather prefer his and he allows it, reminding you not to scratch the pillows or the sheets. "They're Egyptian silk. Don't ruin them." Still, when he catches you clawing at them in your sleep, unaware you were doing it, he doesn't stop you.

• In the morning, he switches feeds you breakfast, in a human bowl so it's not so degrading and takes you with him while he works on a way to fix you. He quickly gets distracted, though, by how you're looking around at everything like it's the most interesting thing ever.

[jellykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ Entry : 065 - Lovesick! Sung Jinwoo x Fem! Reader: Revenge◛⑅·˚ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ Part 1 || Part 2 ♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

[ Delulu Jinwoo? How about Delulu E-rank faced Jinwoo? Complete loser awkward Sung Jinwoo. Murder, Bullying, Violence. This is a work of fiction do not imitate. ]

╰┈➤ ❝ [ A Knight Soaked In Blood ] ¡! ❞

Jinwoo since that day where he had a mental breakdown that spring morning— Had become suspiciously more clingy around you. He never left your side in school, its to the point you're convinced if he could he's follow you to the school washroom.

Thankfully he seems sane enough to control himself when you need your own private time? Otherwise? He's now your tail.

Like, your actually tail.

But you can't really say no to him, could you?

With those adorable bright grey eyes twinkling like a meek puppy whenever you look over at his direction, and the fluffy ebony locks bouncing about when he gets a bit excited around you— How can you resist him?

Jinwoo just seemed like he needed more of your attention, and nothing hurts with spoiling him with that. After all, you get to see more of his reactions.

How he would blush to the tip of his ears, his hand rubbing the back of his nape whenever he becomes a bit too bashful, and his voice that cracks a little when talking to you due to how excited he is just interacting with you.

꒰ . . . . ꒱

"Strawberry milk... Banana milk... and some cream bread... Yeah this should be good" Jinwoo mumbles as he holds the items in his arms.

He wanted to share the food with you. It's a habit he developed. He just wanted to stuff you full of yummy treats ever since he regressed.

Nothing matters more than your happiness in his eyes.

"She's such a weirdo isn't she? Always hanging out with Jinwoo even though he's unimpressive." He hears a voice from the other side of the vending machine.

"I guess her type are losers? Pfft... No wonder she barely has any other friends."

"Birds of a feather flock together, no?"

"Anyway, how about we join the other girls later for karaoke?"

"Sure!"

"....Woo..."

"Jinwoo?"

Jinwoo perks up as he finished recalling the memory from just a few minutes earlier. He had it on loop in his head the whole time as you busily munched on the bread he had come back with.

"Yeah? Sorry." He rubs his eyes, taking a deep breath before fondly glancing over your direction. "I'm a little distracted today"

"You're normally not like this" You tilt your head, curious as to why Jinwoo is more out of it than usual.

He reached a finger out, gently removing bread crumbs from the corner of your mouth with a touch that isn't hiding his affection at all, "I just stayed up late last night,"

"Argh, what a hypocrite" You playfully scold him, huffing and puffing as if you're a mother that is upset at her son's misdeeds "You always scold me when I stay up late but here you are playing games all night!"

Well, he isn't about to deny the fact that he is playing games. It's just not games people in this time and age would be playing. No, not at all, who else would be dealing with gates as a hobby?

He often messed around with the monsters as if he were a bored toddler tossing and ripping his playthings limb by limb just to watch. Or maybe he'd purposely watch them struggle all for his own amusement.

Nothing in this age really entertains him minus the cute and adorable expressions you make to him. Whether you're upset, happy, or sad— The faces you make never ceases to make him feel more attached to you than he already is.

Jinwoo couldn't really indulge in you before he regressed, responsibilities were thrust into him out of nowhere. The role of a patriarch he had to fill in when his father disappeared— The burden of carrying his family on his two weary shoulders will always be heavy but a responsibility he would never refuse in any lifetime.

He had neglected you.

The person who filled his youth in blissful joy and innocence.

He spent his summers playing with you by the beach shoreline, running along the path of the waters kissing the golden sands and picking up any amusing trinkets you found on the way.

After school hagwons are often consumed with the both of you on date nights messing around in a samgyupsal restaurant or just hanging out right outside a convenience store, but most often you two are often alone in an empty park for casual talks and unspoken intimacy of two souls yearning for eachother.

In this regression of his, in this second chance—

Jinwoo absolutely refuses to let you go through the brutal bullying you had gone through during this time of your youth.

"Go home early tonight, okay?" He smiles gently, his boyish smile sending your heart jolting at how endearing it was. "You need to rest early tonight so you have energy to be hyper tomorrow."

"What am I, a kid?" You pout at his gentle chiding, hopeless at how he effortlessly diverted the conversation from his hypocrisy to you being told to follow an early sleep curfew. "I'm old enough to have my own sleep schedule."

"Then don't come whining to me tomorrow that you didn't sleep well because you chose to get shut-eye at 2:00 am" He scoffed, pinching your cheek.

"Stupid mushroom head..." You swat his hand away. "Fine, fine! You owe me tteokbokki tomorrow..."

Jinwoo cocks an eyebrow up but decides to humor you, "Anything else?"

"Some shortcakes! Oh and macarons!... Some ice cream too"

"...Don't come crying to me once your belly swells"

"Sung Jinwoo!"

꒰ . . . . ꒱

Class resumed shortly after your bickering with Jinwoo. Of course, the subjects were unbearably painful to listen to. You held back dozing off during the whole afternoon.

Somehow, you had survived long enough until dismissal and of course Jinwoo escorts you back home. He quietly listens to all your rants about the nagging teachers and the unnecessarily hard projects and assignments. Not to mention finals was next month.

He listened on and on until you were both at your doorstep. Of course, you are reluctant to part with him, but with enough reassuranceㅡ You finally go inside somewhere safe and a place where he no linger has to worry about your well-being.

"Bellion." Jinwoo calls out, his voice now flat and devoid of any trace of affection he had talking to you from earlier. "Did you find the brats?"

"Yes, my liege" The undead soldier replies as his floating head hovered over his master's shoulder. "The targets are all located and in a single environment, all six individuals you have been keeping tabs on are together."

"Good" He hums. "Her nightmares will end today"

꒰ . . . . ꒱

Dizzying neon lights, booming speakers, beer and cigarettes teenagers that are illegal to use yet they do it anyway. It’s the peak of teenagehood… In their opinion anyway.

Drugs, sex, drama, only the losers are missing out on enjoying their youth.

Hence why they relished in belittling and destroying everyone else’s days just because they can and are entitled to it. The law doesn’t really apply to them, just slay a pretty penny, agressive parents that can never believe their children can ever do wrong and the typical: “They are too young for this! They have a life ahead of them! Teenagers are just being teenagers!” — Yeah, everyone gets the point.

Jinwoo was lucky enough that those assholes never bothered him in his younger days no matter how wimpy he looks. He just a oided them and never interacted with any of them.

That wasn’t the case for the person he cherishes the most.

While they relished in throwing their life away, the person Jinwoo loved more than life would have an awful breakdown all alone when she experienced one of the most traumatizing bullying ever.

The scars they gave her remained even in her adulthood where she overthinks every little thing and every little conversation that she doubted him no matter how sincere he was. She was as suicidal as she is because she believed no one would actually love her for who she is and giving her life up for the sake others will be the only salvation and worth she’ll ever find in herself.

And Sung Jinwoo absolutely refuses to go down another lifetime of him losing the love of his life.

And as the booming music continues to echo in the karaoke room, the door creaks open to reveal Jinwoo donning his black hoodie over his head to avoid the cameras.

“What the fuck?” Mincheol curses out, groaning as he had to stop kissing his 4th girlfriend for the week.

“Oppa, is that a friend?” Hana asks.

“Friend?” He laughs,

“Oh, it’s Jinyoung? Jinyeok?” Byeong-ho smiles, throwing an arm around Jinwoo’s shoulder. “Hey, buddy, the fuck are you out here for? Shit, is it about the groupings projects? I’m working on it man, so get outta here, yeah?”

“Get that fucker out, argh, ruining my fucking mood” Mincheol cursed, throwing a beer bottle on Jinwoo’s feet that shattered upon impact, “Heym you fucking nutcase! Can’t you fucking see I’m busy trying to get fucking laid? What the hell are you here for, huh?! Are you begging me to fucking kill you?!”

“Kill me?…” A scoff leaves his lips, finding the idea ridiculous. “You think a bastard junkie like you can lay a hand on me?”

His grey eyes look up daringly at Mincheol, hollow and devoid of anything.

“This fucking—“

“There are 7 of you here,” Jinwoo grabs Byeonghoon’s hand around him and crushed it, prompting the teenager to cry out and collapse on the floor, “2 boys that pervertedly touch her when she was in sixth grade, 3 girls that made her elementary life and absolute hellhole for her to live in, and the remaining 2 girls that poured grape juice all over the brand new uniform she got in the weekend.”

“What the hell is he even talking about?” Hana curses, rolling her eyes as she fixed her hair on the reflection of her phone. “Oppa, can you deal with him?”

“You’ll regret ever being alive” Mincheol spat, aiming at Jinwoo neck but it seemed…

That suddenly he is looking at the ceiling.

“Sure,” Jinwoo said, his heel pressing down on Mincheol’s chest as the teenager cried and struggled. “See if you can make a dent on me, really. I mean it sincerely.”

“Make me suffer something that is more painful than seeing your beloved die over and over all while you’re helpless and watching her demise repeatedly.”

If it weren’t for Jinwoo’s goddamn strength that didn’t go away even with his regression— He wouldn’t hold back. Unfortunately he can’t kill anyone in here because where would the fun be?

Isn’t living itself more painful than death?

Why should he be merciful and give them eternal sleep when they wound the heart of someone absolutely precious?

Mercy is not something these people deserve.

Blood splatters paint the walls, whether it’d be the boys or the girls. Jinwoo didn’t care. He even brought scissors.

Not to stab them with it of course. He grabbed Hana, Yumi, and Eun-yeong’s hairs and snipped them off in uneven chunks. Beating up their faces that laughed and snickered at her is not enough, he has to damage their appearances for the full effect of despair.

He stands in the middle of bloodied and mangled teenagers, blood splatters everywhere but on him. Mincheol could only helplessly watch as he witnessed a man akin to the devil himself.

Because how can you wrap your head around such blatant disregard for life? How could and emotionless those empty bloodthirsty orbs of his?

He could only stare wide eyed, with what little he can see at least as both of his eyes are swollen while he creates a pool of rancid urine on the floor mixing with the coppery smell of blood.

“Should be enough” Jinwoo hums to himself as he glances up at the bloody faces on the floor and the weeping girls mourning their carefully pampered hair strands scattered on the floor. “Of course, I do so very hope that each and every one of you have a good night’s rest.”

꒰ . . . . ꒱

They had attempted to report Jinwoo to the school, when it didn't work they turned to the police who looked at the parents and kids as if they all grew a third heard.

Jinwoo, who is scrawny and meek, with no record on his papers nor did any classmate would testify against him as an aggressive person. Any attempts of bribing anyone to lie were all met with silence.

After all, can you convict someone who has nothing but goodwill from the people around him?

He came from an ordinary family, his father is a firefighter— Meanwhile the people blaming him are all elites.

So who would believe them?

It was a clear case of the rich stomping on the less fortunate for their own amusement regardless of the truth.

"Madame, I'm sorry, but for the last time Jinwoo is a very good child. He has decent grades and has never gotten into trouble, your son must have been mistaken" The principal pinches the bridge of his nose as Mincheol's mother went off of him, "Your kid must have mistaken him for someone else, students built as scrawny as Jinwoo isn't uncommon amongst their age group."

"This is absurd!" She continues to scream regardless while Mincheol came out of the office for a breather.

He wanted to knock something over— Until he hears a familiar voice beside him.

"I told you, didn't I?" Jinwoo smiles coolly, as if he had been enjoying him and his friends making a fool out of themselves trying to get him to face his crimes, "No one will believe you no matter how much you try"

"You fucking" Mincheol raises his fist, only to be met with the same hollow, empty and dead grey eyes that had been haunting his dreams as of late.

"You haven't learned your lesson yet?" He asks, opting the teenager to falter back onto his back when Jinwoo reached out to him.

He shut his eyes, completely ready to receive another punch but the shorter boy only dusted off his collar while saying, "Kids like you are rotten to the core, you never really change until you experience something near death."

Mincheol was suddenly yanked down, his gaze now forced to meet Jinwoo's lilac eyes that glows eerily, "It's someone's special day today, so I'll give one of her presents through you and your little army of shitheads."

"Jinwoo?"

Your voice cuts through the air, immediately opting Jinwoo to shove Mincheol back onto the wall as his wicked gaze turned gentle and loving the moment he looked at your direction. It was as if he wasn't the same person who had bloodied him and his friends weeks ago and that he would never have such a bloodthirsty gaze like he did earlier.

Duality is dangerous, and Sung Jinwoo was an expert in being two-faced.

"Is he messing with you again, I swear to god—" You were about to approach Mincheol until Jinwoo gently wraps his arm around your waist and drags you away with little strength. "Hey, hey! Let me go! I need to punch that bastard!"

"Not worth it, let's just go" Jinwoo shakes his head as he grabs your bag to sling over his shoulder, "Leave it alone"

"But that bastard and his friends have been messing you for two weeks now!" You cry out, "How dare that bastard accuse you of beating them? They make so many enemies they mistake anyone! And they decided to frame you on top of that!"

"It's your birthday today, you'll get wrinkles this young if you keep going with that temper of yours" He shakes his head, sneaking in a kiss on top of your head as he managed to successfully bring you out to to the park near the school.

"Then I want them dead for my birthday present!" He merely cocks an eyebrow at your bold declaration, "Those bastards are making our lives hard and for what? Just because they got born with diamond spoons shoved up their fucking asses? They should die painfully and slowly!"

"Sure."

Jinwoo then gets down on his knee as he brought up a small cake he packed in his bag earlier in the morning, he fished out a small lighter in his pocket then lit up the candle he stuck on top of it.

"Blow your candle then, birthday girl," He smiles sweetly, "Today is your special day, and I'm sure your wishes will come true."

"What am I, a kid?" You grumble, pouting at his blatant coddling but didn't reject his offer.

Leaning down, you blow on the candle, reciting your wish in your head.

The moment you were done, Jinwoo leans his forehead against yours.

"I hope you don't mind that from now on you'll be sharing all your birthdays with me" He whispers lovingly, "No matter what happens, I'll be by your side."

"And I will do anything you want. You just have to stay by my side safe and sound."

꒰ . . . . ꒱

The news station all reported the case of 7 close-knit friends who were all assaulted whilst on their nightly karaoke outings.

An innocent bonding by teenagers turned bloody as an unknown assailant arrived in their booth and attacked them unprovoked.

Four of the five teenagers sustained injuries that their bones had shattered, opting their limbs to be surgically removed. The girls all had their hair chopped off in large chunks in addition to the cuts on their now mutilated faces.

We had just received news that 4 of the group have passed away in their sleep after going through intense seizures.

Remaining survivors are brought into mental hospitals as they exhibit extremely manic behaviours that are extremely harmful to both themselves and to others. Hence, the doctors have decided to keep them on thorough watch until they are deemed safe for society and to themselves.

Currently, the authorities have no suspect as the cctv cameras were all malfunctioning at the time of the incident.

꒰ 🪼 A/N: Guys it's actually my birthday today!!! April 9th<33!!! So i switched up this very messy fic to be my birthday present to me heheh:DD!!! Have you guys missed lovesick woowoo? I did! Hence why this is a birthday special www!!! Hope you all loved it uueee(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧: ~ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[zombiewidow]

DUMB MUTT

Owner!Wanda x Fem!Puppy!Reader

tw: collar and leash, slapping, degrading, praises, hair pulling, boot/heel riding, no orgasms

Wanda had been at work for most of the day and hadn’t returned home to until the late evening. You could hear the jangle of the keys in the front door before it gently swung open to reveal your Owner, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit paired with a fine pair of black heels to match.

You sat patiently in the hallway that leas to the front door with your floppy ears perked up and your tail wagging wildly behind you. You bit your lip to hold yourself back, it was common for you to get too excited and start whining and whimpering which Wanda either found adorable or highly annoying after a long day.

“Mama.” You called out to your Owner, crawling slowly towards her. Although she was fashionably late, her hair was tied up and slightly disheveled.

“Oh Puppy,” She called out, crouching down to your level after putting her car keys and jacket away. “How’s my little Puppy,hm?” She reached out to scratch behind your ears, smiling with exhaustion as she watched your tail bang against the wall.

“Happy now youre home.” You answered, licking your cheek and sniffing her to ensure no other Puppies had taken her for claim. “Is Mama okay?” She only nodded. Pulling away slightly to untie her hair and let those beautiful red locks that you loved so much drape down her back and frame her face. “How about we head to bed? You can sleep with Mama tonight.”

You whimpered excitedly and crawled to the bedroom that you occasionally shared with Wanda, pushing open the door with your head and picking up a toy,that had been left in there previously, with your mouth. However, when Wanda followed swiftly behind you, her mouth fell agape as she glanced around the half destroyed bedroom.

The blankets were shoved off the bed, the pillows were slightly ripped allowing the feathers inside to flutter around the room and the duvet was covered in a mixture of mud and drool. She forgot to close the door properly. “Puppy.” She whispered in shock, her eyes darkening with both annoyance and anger. Wanda was exhausted beyond belief, her day had been terrible due to people nagging her ear off and not completing tasks correctly which meant she had to do it all herself. But this. This was her tipping point.

Wanda, with towering rage, gripped your collar to throw you off the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud. A painful whimper and wince filled the room as your knees hit the wood below. “Stupid fucking mutt!” Wanda shouted with frustration, tugging on your collar once more to lift your head up. “You pathetic and stupid dog.”

Your bottom lip quivered as you made eye contact with your owner, your frightened eyes welled up with tears as Wanda glared down at you with disgust and resentment. “I- Mama i’m sorry…” You whimpered out, an audible tremble in your voice as you tried to hold yourself together.

Wanda had only been this mad once before and that was because you chewed her favourite and most expensive pair of shoes. But even then, she never manhandled you or belittled you this much. “Oh you’re sorry?” She hissed, slapping you across the face with a hard flick of the wrist causing your ear to ring. “I am frankly exhausted from today and my dumb animal of a pet decided to make it worse!” Her voice was loud and laced with venomous words.

“Mama-“ She quickly shut you up as she let go of your collar and gripped your hair instead, tangling her fingers in your locks with a firm twist that made the follicles sting. “Mindless fucking animal.”

Your Owner, with most of her strength, pushed you away as she let go of your hair and rubbed her forehead. You dipped your head as you tried to hide your tears that ran down your face, your body trembling and your tail tucked between your legs as you sniffled.

“You don’t get to be upset.” She quipped, shaking her head as she walked out the bedroom suddenly. Your heart sank as she left, the dreadful thought of her leaving you and never coming back because you tore up her bedsheets filled your mind. But as you were about to open your mouth, she finally came back with a leash. “Get undressed.”

You gulped and started to undress without hesitation knowing if you did this punishment would be a lot worse than it was going to be. “Faster, mutt.” Wanda demanded, stepping closer and kneeling down to rip off your clothes. “Don’t take your fucking time while all i’ve done today is fucking wait!”

She threw your shredded clothes aside and clipped the leash to your collar, standing up to look down at you. The lack of sympathy and respect was evident in her eyes as you knelt there, all tear eyed and bare before her.

“Here.” The red head snapped her fingers as she sat on the edge of the bed, pointing to the floor between her legs. “Now.” She tugged your leash.

You swiftly crawled towards her, kneeling at her feet with your back straight and your hands on your thighs. “Look at me.” And you did. “Who’s a pathetic excuse of a pet?”

“I am.” You replied with certainty, shifting on your knees before she slapped you again. “Who’s a bad girl?”

“I am, Mama.” You shifted once more to give your tail the opportunity to tuck itself between your legs. “You think tearing up my bed is acceptable?”

“I-“ SLAP. The evidence of punishment was being to form on your face, bright red and harsh outlines of fingers had plastered themselves on your skin. “It’s a yes or no question.”

“No.”

“Do you see me wrecking your crate, hm? Throwing out all the pillows and shredding up your toys?” Wanda tilted her head and pulling your leash. “Hm?”

“No.” You whispered. You dipped your head again in shame, still now, in this situation, you had now idea why you ripped up her pillows and threw her blankets on the floor. You knew it wasn’t acceptable to go into your Owner’s room without permission so why did you do?

“Silly Puppy.” She whispered back softly, stroking your head and playing with your ears. Her soft and sweet tone of voice paired with the gentle touch to your ears was a stark contrast to what she was doing to you before. It made your head fuzzy. “Silly Puppy needs a punishment hm? I think Mama has the perfect punishment for you.”

She tapped her foot on the floor and narrowed her eyes, a silent order for you to straddle her heeled foot. The perfectly polished heel reflected your glistening pussy perfectly. “Aww, the dumb mutt is getting off on this abuse hm? Is that why you did it? You wanted Mama to be rough with you?”

Your body shivered and filled with goosebumps at her accusation, maybe she was right? She had been awfully soft and gentle with you these past few days of intimacy but even then you could have just asked her to be rougher without ruining furniture.

“Too dumb to reply.” Your Owner sighed, lifting her heel up to push it against your folds. “You’re thinking with your pussy again and we haven’t even started.” You flinched and whined as her cold shoe hit your sensitive skin. “Please- i’m sorry.” You finally managed to say, accidentally bucking your hips.

“This is meant to be a punishment, Puppy.” She reminded you with a smirk, tapping the tip of her heel against your clit which made you shudder and gasp. “Pathetic. Grind on your Owner’s shoe, Little one. Go on.”

With permission you confidently and with need started to hump her shoe, biting your lip as you arched your hips slightly to rub your clit against the heel between your legs, small moans filling the room. You grip her leg as your hips sped up, whimpering as your wetness leaves evidence of your arousal on her shoe. “Good girl.” She praised, scratching behind your adorable floppy ears while you stuck your tongue out to pant and continue your actions like a dog in heat.

Wanda continued to pet you, changing between scratching your ears and stroking your hair as she watched you grind on her foot. Her eyes glowed with arousal and smugness, the way you whimpered and drooled on yourself made her panties wet but, she wouldn’t dare tell you that. Your hips rocked and stuttered with each bump against your clit, wrapping your arm around her leg for stability as your orgasm was growing embarrassingly fast.

“You close Puppy? You wanna make more of a mess on your Owner’s nice shoes hm?” She teased, her voice filled with mockery and fake sympathy. “You want to cum for me?” You nodded, the wire connected to your brain and mouth short circuited causing you let out a needy mewl.

“Hold it, Pup.” She whispered, pulling on your leash that continued to be wrapped around her fist. “No cumming without my permission.”

“Please-“ You choke out, your body trembling as your thighs twitched with anticipation and want. “Please, Mama! I’m close-“

“Lift your hips.” Wanda commanded with a firm tone which you relentlessly complied with a groan of sexual frustration. “It’s a punishment remember, bad puppies dont deserve to cum.” The redhead said with a smirk, tapping your cheek with taunt. “Now lick my shoe clean.”

๋࣭ ⭑🕸🦇🕸๋࣭ ⭑

AUTHORS NOTE:

i literally thought of this when i was… edging myself two days ago 😀 tmi? probably. anyways please forgive me if this is ropey… i did warn ya’ll that my smut is not on its A game these days. ITS ALSO NOT PROOF READ

[mahi-does-obey-me]

I wonder if when the brothers, Lilith and all the other angels that sided with Lucifer in the Great Celestial War fell, they looked like falling stars from the Devildom.

Trails of celestial magic leaving their bodies to form a comet's tail behind them, falling so fast and so hard it singes their feathers black or changes them or rips them off completely.

They fell so fast, so hard that nobody who had kept their wings in any capacity could stop themselves from hitting the rough ground and foliage of the Devildom with enough force to crater and surround them with rubble.

The denizens of the Devildom could see them falling, glowing against the eternal darkness of their sky and it's natural constellations. It made it easy for Diavolo and Barbatos to find and locate all of the brothers and Lilith after all was said and done and their fates were nearly sealed.

The light of those siblings shone the brightest of that falling storm, the Morningstar himself the grandest of all.

Maybe it was a sight visible even to the human world, striking awe into the hearts and minds of humans watching their night sky many many millennia ago, making art and song of it as they knew no better, thinking it was beautiful.

It was. Beautiful. An act of utmost love.

Do you think Micheal wept as he watched what used to be his family fall in streaks of dazzling light into the realm of demons, his back turned to the rest of his kin for just a few moments so that they wouldn't see? His sobs hidden by the lingering sounds of war and wind and wings pounding around him?

[blakeblueboi]

Cat Animagi Au

Purely self-indulgent- I simply wanted to draw some kitties and honestly, I feel like this could be hilarious so here's some head canons I thought of while drawing this ---->

Harry

Harry was not at all expecting to be a cat Animagus. He fully expected to be a stag like his father or some sort of dog like Sirius was. The last thing he expected was to be a cat, and a very large one at that.

Harry became an animagus in eighth year.

Professor McGonagall was thrilled that she was no longer the only cat Animagus at Hogwarts. She personally saw to it that Harry was registered as an animagus at the Ministry.

Hermione often finds Harry curled up in the common room on the windowsill.

Ron is convinced that Harry is some sort of "titan" cat due to his humungous size but Hermione speculates that he's some sort of maine coon or Norwegian forest cat.

He is very much a void in the darkness and has scared the piss out of Ron, Seamus, and Dean many times.

However, his animagus status is kept quiet from anyone other than his housemates. The other houses now recognize his animagus form and give him weird or outlandish nicknames. They're mostly to do with either the faint glasses markings around his eyes or his larger than normal size.

Harry takes advantage of his smaller size to sneak around the castle during the night.

He has taken pleasure by nipping Draco's heels in the hallway between classes.

Draco

Draco, on the other hand, was hoping his animagus form was anything but a ferret. Every since that incident in the courtyard with Professor Moody he has loathed the creatures.

His mother predicted he could have been an exotic bird and for a while he was fond of the idea until he realized he would have to molt feathers every year.

The first time he transformed Pansy gushed over him and promised to purchase him one of those pretty necklaces that she's seen muggles give their cats. Draco had to explain to her how that was, infact, not a necklace, but a collar. Blaise would not shut up about giving Draco a collar for the next month.

Draco takes pride in his appearance and that does not stop when he's in his animagus form. He's always very sleek and shiny without a hair out of place. His tail is by far his favorite feature with how it looks like a fancy feather when he walks.

He's yet to register with the Ministry as an animagus.

He can often be found infront of the fire in the Slytherin Common room curled up on a silk pillow.

Draco hates the black smudge on his right foreleg that imitated the dark mark on his arm. Even as a simple cat he can't escape the choices he made in the past. He's tried ripping the fur out there but found that the skin underneath was also just as black. He had a mind to dye it but that idea quickly went out of the window for a multitude of reasons. One being he did not have opposable thumbs.

Draco and Harry

When Draco stumbled upon Harry in his animagus form it was completely by accident. At first Draco was afraid that the Chosen one would somehow recognize him but was surprised to find a gentle hand passing over his head and spine. It was the weirdest experience he has ever had.

Draco took to following Harry around the castle on weekends convinced that Harry was none the wiser about who he was. It was nice. Of course when Ron and Hermione weren't around. WHen they were Ron teased Harry about gaining a follower, as if he did have those already, and Hermione studied him as if he was one of the massive tomes she carried around. He was half convinced that she had figured him out long ago, but just hadn't said anything for some unknown reason.

Draco met Harry finally in the other's animagus form while stalking the halls late at night. A quick glance and Draco was petrified by two glowing green eyes in the darkness and it took everything in him not to flee down the hallway.

It took awhile for the two to get along in their animagus forms and on several occasions had to be broken up by Professor McGonagall who during several of those occasions was in her animagus form as well.

After a while, Harry and Draco slowly form a weird routine of walking the halls at night. They bond quite well during their time together.

Harry at some point joins the gag about getting Draco a fancy collar. Draco is surprised that it doesn't seem like that bad of an idea when coming from Harry.

Draco teases Harry about how even as a cat his furr is still just as messy as his hair is in human form.

[waitineedaname]

I've decided to finally compile all my daemon au thoughts into one post instead of just flooding my friends' dms with them! I doubt I'll ever managed to actually write a fic for it because there's no way I can pull together a coherent enough plot so it would just be a series of vaguely connected vignettes, BUT. it's on my brain always.

Shen Qingqiu has a red-crowned crane. She felt Shen Jiu die when Shen Yuan transmigrated, and she was NOT PLEASED, which definitely puts a damper on their relationship at first, though she begrudgingly plays along with Shen Yuan assuming the role of Shen Qingqiu because the alternative is death and she will NOT let this fool's incompetence kill her. She eventually comes around to him, but she generally has Shen Jiu's rather acerbic and distrustful personality

Luo Binghe's daemon is unsettled at the beginning because he's still a kid. He usually chooses smaller, easier to hide forms when they're out in public, only choosing bigger forms when they're alone. Eventually, as he becomes more comfortable with Shen Qingqiu, he starts coming out of his shell more and exploring more forms around him -- a lamb bleating at his heels, a little lion cub tumbling around the Bamboo House's private training grounds. On one notable occasion he took on a crane form as an attempt to get in SQQ's daemon's good graces. She did not appreciate it.

He doesn't settle until the Endless Abyss. In PIDW, Bingge's daemon settled as a chow chow, a dog that looks soft and fluffy but is prone to, uh. aggression issues. In SVSSS, Bingmei's daemon settles as a Tibetan mastiff, an absolute unit of a dog that LOOKS intimidating, but is really just very protective

Shang Qinghua has a yellow-throated marten daemon! This is, notably, not the daemon the original goods had. Since he transmigrated as a baby, the original goods' daemon hadn't settled and was Also a baby, so he didn't end up with a grown adult's fully settled daemon like Shen Yuan did. Martens look very cute and nonthreatening, but they are fierce predators and will take down animals much larger than them! He usually keeps her hidden in his robes, but she wiggled out to screech at him to GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE when things started going wrong at the Immortal Alliance Conference, and her having a different form is what clued SQQ in that SQH might also be a transmigrator

Liu Qingge has a snow leopard and Yue Qingyuan has an Asian black bear. These daemons were chosen because Tibetan mastiffs were kept to protect monks from snow leopards and bears lol

Plot stuff under the cut!

SQQ's daemon is aware of the System, and therefore gets to learn things about SQQ's fate in the original novel. she is Not Pleased.

She remains reserved and guarded for a while, but it's hard to resist Shen Yuan's persistent charm, so she does warm up to him eventually. She's not wild about being touched, but she'll occasionally allow him to pet her feathers. She's also not wild about letting That Little Beast live in the Bamboo House, but she quickly learns Shen Yuan is just as stubborn as her A-Jiu was, so she allows it if only as a chance to keep a closer (suspicious) eye on Binghe

They definitely get much closer after the Immortal Alliance Conference, because she can tell just how much SQQ is grieving, and it pains her too. At this point, she's started seeing him as Her Person and not just a bodysnatcher

When they run into Binghe and his daemon again at Jinlan City, they both get to enjoy remembering the graphic descriptions of how in PIDW, Binghe's daemon had ripped SQQ's daemon's wings off as part of his torture. And oh fuck, his daemon settled as something even BIGGER this time?? Look at those jaws!!! Clearly the thump thump thump of his tail wagging against the floor at the sight of them is because he's excited to get his revenge. Definitely not because he's excited to see them again

On rare occasions, daemons of powerful cultivators can survive beyond the death of their person, usually only if the daemon is particularly strongwilled. She survived Shen Jiu's death once already. She's certain she could survive until SQQ gets into the back-up mushroom body. They thought it would only be a few minutes. They didn't expect it to take five years.

She is absolutely catatonic with grief during those five years. Binghe takes her survival as proof that Shizun's soul must have survived, certainly he will be able to bring him back if his daemon is still alive. He treats her with the utmost respect, the same way he treats SQQ's corpse. He never touches her directly since he knows she hates being touched. She never spoke much to him before, but now she doesn't even speak at all. She just curls up on the bed where he keeps the body, resting her head on Shen Qingqiu's chest

When Plantzun does finally show up and chaos ensues with the corpse hot potato, she confirms any of Binghe's suspicions about Shen Qingqiu's identity by swooping into the fray to peck angrily at the familiar stranger, some life and vitality finally returned to her and she scolds him for taking FIVE YEARS?? SHE NEVER WOULD HAVE AGREED TO THIS IF SHE'D KNOWN IT WOULD TAKE FIVE YEARS, HOW DARE HE. Shen Qingqiu is first so relieved to see her, and then terrified because she immediately broke his cover

After everything settles and the plot concludes and bingqiu get their happy ended, Binghe's daemon becomes SUCH a lapdog. Clingy rescue dog made of velcro type of vibe. They have to get a big enough bed to fit two grown men and a 150 pound dog. He LOVES Shizun headpats. SQQ's daemon does not ever join these cuddle sessions, but she always keeps an eye on them from her nest of pillows across the room because like hell is she ever letting Shen Qingqiu out of her sight again

[dark-and-kawaii]

Pssssst

*Tosses Commander Lightfeather at to you with a note attached to his leg*

Zevlor loses control while we're on our hands and knees. Is he grabbing the headboard or a fistful of our hair?

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ Scream His Name ˖⟡˚౨ৎ⋆

*gets absolutely destroyed in the face by a pigeon* Hmmmm *reads over the note with a feather in my hair* I see, okay… hmm yes, yes!!!! I see the picture here!!! I’m in love and yes!!! I totally lost control of this and made it long!!!

Summary: His hands left the headboard, his claws grazing your hair, his body lowering, pressing into your back, his tail curling around your waist, “I want to hear you scream my name, dear.”

♡ Content: NSFW - Rough - Hair Pulling - Bite Mark - Zevlor Empties Himself Inside You

♡ Notes: Both. Both is good.

Your head was thrown back, your hair falling against your sweat drenched skin. The feeling of his hot breath tickled your neck as his hips collided with your ass.

Each time those pretty moans escaped you, Zevlor could feel his cock throb inside you, could feel how his tail would twitch each time your pussy clenched around him. His claws digging into the headboard as he slowly lost himself in your heat. It didn’t help you looked so beautiful on your hands and knees.

Doggystyle wasn't exactly Zevlor’s favorite, but he would take any way of being inside you he could get. The tielfing hellrider could never get enough, always craving you like an addict.

You could barely speak, a whimpering mess. Your body jolting forward each time his thrusts grew harder. His name being chanted like a prayer from your lips. He loved it, his own name falling from that mouth of yours.

His hands left the headboard, his claws grazing your hair, his body lowering, pressing into your back, his tail curling around your waist, “I want to hear you scream my name, dear.”

Before you could react, Zevlor tangled his fingers into your hair, pulling your head back and forcing a cry from you. His other hand wrapped around your throat, your hands wrapping around his wrist- mouth agape. His mind racing, he could barely think. Zevlor couldn’t remember a time he felt like this, so needy, so desperate for more of you. He couldn’t imagine not feeling like this again.

His nails dug into your scalp, his fangs grazing against the side of your throat. All the while he kept thrusting inside you. Each one faster, harder than the last. The grip he had on your hair tightened as he felt your walls tighten around his cock, his teeth sinking into your skin, his name ripping from your lungs.

It was a symphony. Your cries, the sound of his skin colliding with yours, the feeling of your juices dripping onto his cock, it was too much for him.

His eyes closed, his body stilling as he came inside you, his hips twitching as he emptied himself. His tail wrapped around you tighter, as if he were afraid you'd disappear. He couldn’t imagine you leaving him. Didn’t want to imagine you leaving him.

He didn't realize how long it was until he was done, how long he was holding his breath, his teeth buried into the flesh of your neck.

His eyes fluttered open, the fogginess slowly disappearing. He released his grip on your hair, his hand leaving your throat. His tongue flicked over the bite mark he left on your neck, his tail finally unwrapping from your waist.

A part of him was afraid you wouldn't move, afraid he had scared you off… “by the nine hells- I- i'm sorry. I got carried away...are you- alright?” Zevlor swiped his thumb over your bite, his eyes darting over to you, worried, “I- I didn't mean to. You just.. you felt-“

The only response he got was you rolling onto your back, his cock slipping from your depths, his cum seeping out as your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close, kissing him softly.

“Im perfectly fine~ My love~” Your leg caressed his thigh, his infernal marks rubbing against your skin, “Do it again~? Won’t you please~?”

[twistedpink]

I know I normally am all for ripping a certain house warden to pieces and bite him, but I'm in my feels tonight and lonely. So, what better than to think about a certain mangey lion (affectionately). A bit self indulgent in some areas.

Soft Leona who turns you so gently into his arms when you break down in tears. It doesn't matter why, your his lioness, he'll be turning somebody to sand when you sleep tonight. Cats are nocturnal after all.

Soft Leona that grabs your face between his pointer and thumb, tilting your head up so he can see the damage done. Whether it self inflicted scratches, wounds or just dead eyes and gritted teeth he's gonna make sure you know he's not afraid of any part of you.

Soft Leona who hums a song he knows from his own mother, clueless on what else to do. While he is an excellent strategist, feeling things deeply wasn't his forte. Last time he did that he overblotted.

Soft Leona who has to learn to be gentle and kind with you. You think those hands are naturally so feather light when they caress your cheeks little lioness? Won't you crack a smile while he attempts another bad joke and a counseling moment.

Soft Leona that can carry you, but always let you choose if you want him too. He won't take your dignity or pride from you, he's all too familiar with that and hates being coddled himself.

Soft Leona that gives deep pressure therapy by laying on you, if you approve. There's nowhere he likes to be more than on you. Or maybe beneath you if you need some.....

Soft Leona growls in annoyance when your cocoon of protection and safety is broken by bathroom breaks and snacks. Can't you let him just ...become your shirt. He hates seeing you like this. At least he can settle for getting his scent all over you. Good luck getting his smell off you for the next few days.

If you complain about it he'll scoff and turn away, tail flicking in pleasure that there's nothing you can do to escape his love for you. No matter if you're at his side or in classes.

Soft Leona who is far from done in marking his territory. You need reassurance and comfort right? The back of your neck looks lonely. Shame if some teeth decided to take a bite. You're his little lioness after all, can't have you forgetting or doubting he'd still choose you first.

See Twisted I can be nice to him 🤭

EHEHEHEEE

[diejager]

what would eldritch reader vs some other eldritch person look like?

[A cheese wheel has been added to your inventory.]

[A cheese wheel has been consumed.]

Opposition Cw: blood, gore, death, cannibalism?, tell me if I missed any.

Despite old-age rivalries and ancient hostilities, to fight a Lord for One’s territory, the bloodshed and animosity shared between many, and the death of a ruling, primordial being, they had forgone the older ways, taken to learn and study humans and monsters alike, especially the sudden emergence of hybrids, a perfect cross between human and monster, one that rivalled the flawlessness of Old Ones. You were one of those that sought change, to live and prosper farther than in their imagination, their faith and their fear. You wanted something substantial, tangible under your clawed, see thing you could taste and touch, more than the pleas and cries.

Most had left their territory, travelling wherever the wind blew, some ventured far and high, drifting from the country they were born to new colonies —the Caribbean or the Thirteen Colonies in the West of the great Monopolies of the 17th centuries. You rarely strayed outside familiar lands, presiding over a small stretch of land in Europe, it was familiar, comfort. It was a decision many agreed with, those you crossed would peer at you, a subtle nod of their head and they’d be gone, vanishing when someone broke your contact; gone along the wind, leaving only a whisper of their existence in monstrous words too high for human and monster ears.

Perhaps that’s why it felt odd to fight another one after centuries of peaceful coexistence, to throw yourself into the fray, broad and towering over the trees, beak snapping at the canidae entity and talons gripping their paws, claws threatening to rip into your feathered body. You felt stretched, rusted with joints creaking and bones groaning, too old and too tired. This Entity was young, a few centuries old, with a wolf-like appearance and a character that fit a mutt more than it would a being of such prestige. They were chaotic, acting recklessly and without thought, you needn’t ask it their age, it was written all over the scarless skin and brutish acts.

Rather than fighting for land, coveting wealth and fine metals that humans loved with greedy hands, you took on the wolf for protection, the ward of your small family, under a dozen with years of bloodshed and violence under their belt. The 141 had a mastery in different skills, utilizing what they did best to push on, to fight and survive to see the next sunrise, but even hybrids had limits, where their great feats and insurmountable reputation were useless against something of old; be it young or primordial, Eldritch beings had little predator, prey to their own kind but rarely from another.

You clashed with the Wolf, standing on muscular, hind legs ruffled with dirtied fur, blood staining the greyish hair; a strong tail swaying carelessly, cutting trees down with a rough swing; a well-defined abdomen painted with a tribal tattoo, gleaming with a gold light, portraying the image of a holy symbole on a blasphemous being; sculpted arms holding back your own feathered ones, hands bleeding from your talons; and a wide mouth, silver teeth bared in a loud growl, the sound near deafening to you. It was strong and well-trained for something born in times of peace, body built to it’s peak and mind sharpened to ignore every distraction, but you were from the old, racking up more experience and wisdom it could only dream of wielding.

You were defending the LZ, standing between the Wolf and it’s mission of killing those it could kill, beings weaker than it. The only thorn in their mission was you, the lone Entity that engaged it. The Wolf hadn’t been told that the TF had an Old One, primeval in every sense. It struggled against you, your more monstrous figure compared to their tamed one, their creation stemming from some wild fantasy of the Middle Ages, when France feared the human eating wolf.

You screeched as loudly as it growled, voice gaining in force, a cacophony of screams and cries slipping from your tongue, the fears and terror of beings that brought you to life. Spreading your second pair of limbs, you slashed at it, digging into the soft skin of it’s abdomen, tearing away fibres of muscle and warm fat. It yowled, struggling to pull away, frantic at your shift of tactic —fearful that you decided to attack than defend your group. It stood on the single probability that you wouldn’t engage, preferring to protect than fight with the risk of endangering your family.

The Wolf would die today. Your grip was unyielding, keeping it in this situation however much it tried to squirm away, hands prisoners of your first pair of wings and chest bleeding from your second. Before long, it would be another body added to your count, cooling and gutted on the forest ground. You swung your tail around them, wrapping once around their slim waist, adding further leverage over it while you dug their intestines out. The strong stench of blood, metallic and tempting, filled the air, bringing fearful tears to the Wolf’s eyes, beady, yellow eyes growing hazy.

You revelled in it’s slow death, your thirst for violence growing with the ages of peace, strung tight like an itch that bothered you incessantly. You hungered, you couldn’t remember the taste of Eldritch meat, the rich ambrosia in the veins or the last whip of their dying breath. Your beak cracked open, white teeth gleaming inside your black mouth until they were dirtied, stained red with the blood of an Entity, you clamped down on it’s neck, breaking the rough skin with enough force to shatter bone, but the Wolf had tough bone. That would only prolong it’s suffering, the pain feeding you as much as the meat and bone would —a delicacy of the ages. You wonder how König and Ghost would think of Eldritch flesh.

You wouldn’t need to eat for another month after this buffet.

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[another-lost-mc]

Fallen angels lose their wings, one of many consequences for their defiance. The lucky ones (if you can call them that) grow new wings in their place, but it isn't the same. When fallen angels arrive in the Devildom alone, their bodies are forever changed and losing their wings feels like losing part of themselves. The realization feels like heartbreak.

Some fallen angels don’t grow new wings at all but grow tails instead. No one knows why some of them lose more of themselves in the fall than others do. Their new forms are a poor consolation; they miss their wings. The sensation of soft feathers against the skin of their backs, the comfort of having their feathers preened by someone else that cared for them.

But all fallen angels have something in common: scars. Patches of knotted flesh where their wings used to be before they were burned or broken or ripped from their bodies like their celestial magic was. Even those that gained new wings during the fall are permanently marked. For the other fallen angels, the ones that will never have wings again, those scars are an uncomfortable reminder of everything they lost. Even if they can’t see them, they can feel them. Time heals most things, but every once in a while their bodies betray them with the sudden inexplicable urge to unfurl wings they no longer have. It gets easier to pretend that doesn’t bother them until the sensations gradually fade away.

(And then there’s Satan, with Lucifer’s memories buried in his subconscious, born from the wings of another. He knows how to care for his brother’s dark wings and if he asks — and if he's allowed — he carefully tucks wayward feathers back into place. In these private moments, Lucifer's face is shuttered with a mask of indifference betrayed only by the faraway look in his eyes. Even though his brother doesn't react, Satan can imagine how nice it feels to be preened, the honour of being cared for in such a delicate way. Somehow he already knows. They don't speak about it and his questions go unanswered. Dreams of white feathers against a bright blue sky bother him as much as his nightmares do; he regrets the loss of something he never had.)

[lura-valentine]

The normal Dad!Keigo madness

MHA / BNHA One-Shot

Hawks and his daughter

World of My Hero Academia / Boku no Hero Academia

random AU

With the exception of Rain and Yuki, all characters belong to Kōhei Horikoshi

➡️ click for Rain's profil #rain black character profil

Please note that English is not my first language. So forgive me for mistakes.

A few days ago I started a poll asking if Keigo should have a child with my OFC Rain.

The decision was made to have a daughter and so this one-shot was created😊

Hawks felt Rain snuggle up to him. Her body was warm in his arms, while a cool breeze gently caressed his skin. The gentle lapping of the water mingled with the distant laughter of children, while the evening sun bathed the horizon in soft hues of gold and pink. It was one of those rare, completely peaceful moments where he was neither the former pro-hero nor the president of the Hero Commission, but simply Keigo. A husband and father who craved such moments as if they were the most precious thing in the world.

Rain took a deep breath, her head resting on his shoulder, and for a moment he felt weightless, as if everything that lay behind them was being swept away by the gentle evening air.

But then a shrill, panicked scream ripped through the silence.

"DAD!"

Hawks's muscles instantly tensed, and Rain was just as instantly alarmed. Their bodies reacted instinctively before their minds caught up – adrenaline shot through their veins, and they jumped up simultaneously, their eyes immediately fixed on their daughter, who was running toward them with wide-open golden eyes and a distraught expression.

"DAD, HELP ME!"

Yuki's small feet kicked up sand, her face flushed with panic, her arms flailing uncoordinatedly as she ran toward her father at full speed.

Hawks was already moving, his gaze scanning the surroundings at lightning speed. Rain placed her hand on one of her feathers, her senses sharpened, ready to envelop her feathers in her dark red, almost black fire.

And then they saw it.

Five small, clumsy kittens, barely larger than a hand, with upturned tails and curious, glowing eyes, chasing after little Yuki with relentless persistence.

Rain froze for a moment and Keigo just blinked.

Yuki threw herself against Hawks' leg with a loud, stifled sob. Her small hands desperately clutched the fabric of his pants, her body shaking as if she'd just experienced the worst nightmare of her life.

"They... they're following me! They don't stop! Make them go away, Dad!"

Hawks opened his mouth, then closed it again. A laugh threatened to break his composure, but his daughter's panicked expression held him back. So he slowly bent down, stroked her head soothingly, and tried with all his might not to smirk.

"Yuki... they're just kittens."

The little girl flinched as if he'd just told her she'd sat down in a group of poisonous scorpions.

"But... but they look at me like that!" Her voice was a pained whisper, and she cautiously peered over Hawks' leg at the small gang of cats, now sitting at a safe distance, their tails flicking as if they were considering whether to continue the attack – or, in this case, the playful pursuit.

Rain just shook her head and sighed softly as she knelt beside her daughter.

"Yuki, did you feed the kittens?"

The little girl blinked, her gaze darting to the side in embarrassment.

"...maybe."

Keigo laughed softly, his fingers running through her black hair before approaching the small pursuers. They looked at him with the same curious persistence they had previously fixed on Yuki.

"Hey, you little rascals," he murmured, crouching down and holding out a hand. The most curious of the kittens, a gray tabby, sniffed briefly and then began to play with his fingers.

"They like you," Rain remarked dryly, while Yuki now clung to her.

"Well, I guess I'm just charming," Keigo grinned before gently picking up one of the kittens. "Or maybe I just smell like food."

Rain couldn't help but chuckle as she watched her husband –once the fastest hero who seemed untouchable– now stand with a small bundle of fur in his arms and another trying to climb onto his shoe.

"Can you... take them away?" Yuki murmured cautiously, still clinging to Rain.

Keigo sighed theatrically. "Yuki, I'm afraid you've created an army. Now you're their leader."

Yuki's eyes widened in shock, and Rain finally let out a soft laugh.

"Moommmm! I don't want to be a cat leader!"

Keigo grinned mischievously, his golden eyes sparkling with mischievous joy. "Too late. They've chosen you."

He suddenly began to move dramatically, casting a meaningful glance at the kittens, then at Yuki, before continuing with exaggerated seriousness.

"There are no coincidences, Yuki. Only fate! And fate has chosen you to be Queen of the Cats! They will follow you, worship you, fight for you! You are now their leader, their savior, their hope in dark times!"

Yuki squealed in horror, clinging even tighter to Rain and shaking her head wildly. "No, no, no! I don't want this! Make them go away!"

But Keigo was already completely in his element. He whirled around and pointed, his arm dramatically outstretched, at the kittens, who looked at him with utter indifference.

"Hear me, brave warriors of the night! Your queen rejects her destiny! What will you do? Will you turn away or fight to win her heart?"

Rain shook his head and put a hand over his eyes. "Keigo, seriously..."

But he ignored her, now completely caught up in his own theatrics.

"You have two options, oh noble kittens! Either you venture out into the wide world and seek a new, worthy destination... or..." He paused pregnantly, his voice deepening, more serious, as if he were about to seal the fate of an entire generation.

"Or you can besiege this park and prove your loyalty until the queen accepts you!"

Yuki gasped in panic. "Noooo! Mom, stop him!"

Rain sighed, pulled Keigo back by his collar, and glared at him, half amused, half annoyed. "That's enough. Stop traumatizing our daughter."

Keigo laughed and raised his hands defensively. "All right, all right! I'll tell the kittens their mission has failed."

He squatted down again, patted the tabby kitten, and whispered conspiratorially, "Sorry, guys. She's not ready yet. Maybe in a few years?"

The kitten just blinked at him and then began licking its paw contentedly, as if it had never done anything else.

Rain let out another sigh, while Yuki cautiously looked around to make sure the cats weren't planning a surprise attack.

"Keigo," Rain murmured, massaging her temples. "Sometimes I wonder who's really six years old here."

He grinned impudently. "Oh, that's easy. I'm eight at most mentally."

Rain snorted in amusement, pulled him closer, and blew a kiss on his cheek. "And yet, I still love you."

"Of course you do." Keigo tilted his head smugly. "Because I'm awesome."

"Not after this," Yuki grumbled, still suspiciously looking around at the kittens.

"Tzz, you'll thank me one day when you lead the great cat rebellion."

"Never, Dad!"

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Monty and Charles, i think after everything cools down, would be fantastic friends actually. -> also i saw a post talking about how Monty got rejected by Edwin and retaliated by hitting on Charles [if passive aggressively and a tad sarcastically] and so i rewatched those scenes and yk he really did. he really did

this was supposed to be the first part of my 'Charles befriends the Port Townsend animal things' agenda before the Cat King stole the fic Monty's here now though! tumblr fic: here ao3 fic: here

The problem with being a crow, Monty thinks, is that he is far too easily swayed by shiny objects.

Specifically, in this case, shiny gold jewelry.

It was simple thing- just a weirdly familiar gold star earring- that glinted innocently in the depths of an alley way. That should've been his first clue.

Nothing was innocent.

Ever.

The stupid- shiny, shiny- thing was dangling off a clump of metal netting, like someone had dropped it from the rooftop and it just so happened to get caught. Second clue- second clue right there in front of his stupid crow eyeballs.

Monty should've left it alone.

Monty should not have hopped over to it on his little crow feet, and Monty should not have started tugging at it.

Now Monty was stuck.

Trapped, actually, considering- yes the earring had come free but so had the netting and somehow trying to get out of it had just trapped him further. Like those little weaving finger prisons.

He hated those.

Now that Esther was dead, he didn't.. quite have a human form to rely on- not like Thomas did- but he could switch to it for small cuts of time if need be.

Need be. NEED BE RIGHT NOW.

Except- no, he couldn't right now, because of course his wing had to get stuck through one of the larger twists and of course his opposite foot had to get wrapped up to the point of near circulation loss and of course everything else had gotten jumbled in the mix!

Deep breath..

So shape-shifting was off the table unless he wanted to be handicapped in a small town full of 147 crow eaters.

At least none of them were hanging around right now..

mrrow

Son of bit-

One thing, can ONE THING in his life go right.

"Wooow," no, no no no, "Crow boy got himself stuck?"

Of all the..

Thomas slinks into view, weirdly damp, until he's crouched down in front of Monty's netted form. His tail slowly swishes back and forth like one of those things Esther kept atop her dusty piano.

No.

Nooo. Noo, anybody but him.

"Nothing to say?" bop.

The blow to the top of his feathered head lacks the viciousness it'd usually pack when the two got into it- lacks any sort of heat at all really.

It feels weak- but.. also playful..? Like even if he could hit him harder, especially in this situation, he wasn't going to. A tease.

Weird.

Dangerous.

Monty clicks at him anyway. "Go away."

Thomas grins, paw and tail still high in the air, and this time he bats a little rougher.

"I think I like you more like this, Monty. Let's talk."

Fuck.

"Oi, Whiskers," FUCK, "Where'd you go?"

Nooo, no no, he was so dead. Why was Charles here? Was Edwin here too? No, if they were here together they'd be together. Like- magnets. Lovey dovey, inseparable magnets.

He rounds the lip of the alley, all flouncy movements and swagger and boyish charm and water smudged eyeliner and- and-

Monty stays very, very still.

Surprisingly, though, Thomas backs off. Or rather- he sits up.

"You said you'd help me find my earring," what. "Considering, you know, you're the one who lost it."

As Charles comes closer to the two, his ear devoid of its chunk of flattering jewelry, the Cat King prowls to the side to make space.

And that's so weird.

"Relax, Charlie-"

"Don't call me that."

"Charles. I found you something better."

What!?

What what what?

This was the worst possible situation, actually. Monty was going die and then get eaten- Oh god, his corpse is gonna be ripped to pieces among cats.

This was even worse than when Esther ripped him apart and sewn him back together to make him human.

Monty starts thrashing.

It hurts, his wing is bent at too awkward an angle to wriggle free and his leg is caught and the stupid shiny star earring is digging into his underbelly and it hurts.

But goddamn it, if he's going to get ripped apart than it's going to be on his terms. For once, this one thing-

"Woah- woah, easy!"

Gloved hands start toward him, hovering awkwardly like he didn't know how to stop him. There's a thud, the shuffling of fabric, and then something fleshy grazes his beak.

He clamps down- ectoplasm and dust explode in his mouth.

It startles him enough that Monty goes completely still.

"Do you always let animals hurt you to get them to calm down, or is today just exceptionally unlucky?" Thomas drily asks.

"It worked, didn't it?" Charles shoots back, which- is... not the argument he thinks it, "Bloody hell, you've got yourself wrapped up good."

What.. is happening?

bop.

The Cat King's paw forces a surprised squawk out of his beak- forces it to let go of what he now realizes is Charles' finger. Ah..

"Whiskers-"

"He's fine."

Actually he's confused.

Monty didn't- well, he didn't hate Charles. The ghost really was pretty nice, even when spitting mad, and he wore shiny jewelry [the point of which was still uncomfortably digging into him]. But- well...

..hm.

He killed the giant snake in Esther's cupboard. Went in with just a backpack, and came out in 20 minutes. Charles was dangerous when the people he loved were in danger.

And it was Monty's fault that they had been.

It's was Monty's fault that Edwin ended up in a torture device, Monty's fault that bone-haired girl nearly kicked it.

So why..

Why would he help him?

Did- did he not know who he was?

Oh my god, of course he didn't know.

Charles was just stupidly nice, and charming and impossible to resent.

The hiss of scalding flesh brings his attention back to the present, back to the ghost detective shaking his hand out after carefully trying to pry the netting away from his limbs.

"Of course, it's bloody iron. Why wouldn't it be?" he mutters, and then gently starts rubbing his knuckle against the feathers of Monty's cheek.

Gently. So, so gently.

Monty abandons any hope of getting out of this death trap.

"That's fine, we'll just have to be extra careful then."

Or not. What?

"Aren't you supposed to be looking for a different bird right now?" At some point in all of this, Thomas had taken his paw off Monty's head.

Which means, the crow got a perfect view of his smug stupid face as he laid down and swished his flat fluffy tail- that was still damp. Jeez.

His form was different than the ginger one it had been- black and white this time, with stringy looking fur. Scruffy.

Wait- different bird?

Charles emerges from his bag with a pair of wire cutters and pliers- his gloves thrown over his knee- and grabs the Cat King by the scruff before he can bring his paw down again.

Then moves him about an arm length away- petting over the area apologetically once he let go.

A burst of satisfaction bubbles in Monty's little crow chest at the baffled expression that takes over the Cat King's face. Heheheh.

"I'm not just going to leave the poor thing like this!"

...poor thing? He is not a poor thing. Excuse you.

Current circumstances notwithstanding.

Shut up.

What happens next is the tediously slow process of Charles using his pliers to guide the netting far enough away from Monty's feathers that he can cut it loose without injuring himself or the crow.

"Almost got it, don't worry. You'll be free in no time."

And it works well enough, for the most part- with just the occasional slip up. When that happened, the ghost detective's nose would scrunch- a hiss caught behind his teeth- and power through regardless.

It made his chest feel heavy, for some reason.

And then he got to Monty's feet.

There wasn't enough space for the pliers to latch onto AND for the wire cutters to do their job, but there was-

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait-

No.

He didn't like that look in Charles' eye, actually.

He was going to do something stupid.

Stupid like when he almost seared his neck off trying to reach his bag, stupid like fighting a giant snake, stupid like- like-

Like grabbing the netting.

Thomas hisses in surprise, backing up a step at smoke starts to rise, and Monty caws in shock. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

Of course, his lovely noises are wasted on a ghost that can't understand him. And Thomas is too shellshocked by the scene to translate.

He focuses on nicer things that the tears budding on Charles' lash lines, like the shiny gold chain that hung from just under the fold of his collar, and tries to ignore the sounds of burning flesh.

He's only semi-successful. And from the look of Thomas' folded back ears, the cat's in the same boat.

But then it's off, the netting is torn off so gently and so fast that he's almost got whiplash as the ghost chucks it in the opposite direction- breathing hard.

Monty scrambles up to his little crow feet and back into human shape with a puff of smoke- appalled as stumbles and sprawls onto his back.

This is it, he thinks, this is when he realizes who he's helped and kills me-

"Are you okay, mate?" what.

And he has the nerve to look worried when he's done shaking his wrecked hands out. They're charred and leaking blue- something. Ectoplasm probably.

"Am I okay!?" Monty all but screeches in disbelief, "Are you okay? What were you thinking!?"

"It's just a little iron burn," he shrugs off, "Be gone before you know it."

Little. Okay. Sure.

Sure.

He picks up his gloves and slips them back on- near completely hiding the injury from sight, "I'm more interested in making sure your shoulder's alright."

What!?

Charles stands up and the light suddenly catches on the shiny thing that started this whole mess. The stupid gold star- the same one missing from the dead boy's ear.

"Right, can you stand?"

Monty stares incredulously at the gloved hand held out to him.

Why would he..

He grabs Charles wrist instead, and knicks the golden earring from the ground as the boy hauls him to his feet with an injured hand to his elbow.

Huh.

It was like nothing to him.

Thomas, evidently not wanting to be the only one in animal form, bumps his elbow into the middle of the crow's back pointedly. Like he knew.

What was this newfound camaraderie between the two? It was unsettling. Stoppit.

"Here," Monty offers, unsure if he should run for the damn hills or not, and unsure of where he stands with him after everything.

Well- like a half a head shorter. But whatever!

"Oh, my earring! Cheers, mate."

British people..

Regardless, Charles pockets his belongings with a grin so bright that the crow wants sunglasses as compensation.

"You're not.. going to put it on?" what was he doing.

"Nah, Edwin usually does that for me." oh, "We can't really see each other in mirrors, and he doesn't want me poking a new hole into my ear."

Just stab him next time, it'll be less painful.

Maybe it's pure curiosity that drives the next words, maybe it's just lingering bitterness, but Monty finds himself asking- with more snark than he really meant:

"Oh. Is that why your eyeliner's so smudged?"

You'd think he dropped a live bomb.

Charles blinks.

Thomas makes the cross-the-neck 'cut it out' motion from behind him.

"Smudged?" oh, he didn't like that tone at all- actually, stop, "Edwin always told me it looked fine. Smudged?"

Well. Now he just feels bad.

"Oh, I'm sure he did," the Cat King mutters, looking at nails with a sort of look that makes Monty feel significantly less bad and more vindicative. Maybe.

"...what does that mean?"

Never mind.

"You're kind of sensitive, aren't you?" Monty asks aloud, half to himself.

Just in time to lose hold of his human form.

Hah, social anxiety fears him.

Charles holds his hands out for him to land on, surprisingly, even as he blinks in confusion. It's almost adorably reminiscent of a puppy that's been tapped on the nose.

"Sensitive?"

"Mm," why was Thomas even still here, "Yeah."

The Cat King [can he pick a form and stick to one form already?] sprawls lazily over Charles' shoulders- to which he gets a look.

"Comfy?"

"Sooo comfy."

What did Monty miss...?

"CHARLES ROWLAND." that was Edwin's voice.

...

Evidently, he missed a lot!

The injured hands holding him jolt in surprise.

"Oh no."

Monty puffs up his feathers with a curious coo. [he refuses to call it worried]. Thomas' tail flicks with a murr.

"Edwin only says my full name when he's being nice or when he's proper pissed."

Oh.

"And I was supposed to be back three hours ago."

...oh.

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Spinoff Story Vampire & Vampire Hunter part 1

Warnings: severe silver poisoning of vampire, ambush attack, fight scene

(Highly recommend reading the original series first for better context for those who haven't seen it yet - this spinoff story takes place 5 years after the original story ends)

I got OVERWHELMING requests for a spinoff/bonus story, so here it is! :)

Mallory wrung his hands anxiously as he walked up the long driveway to an old mansion. It gave him more time to think about exactly how bad of an idea this was. What was he thinking, coming here?!

But… he needed help. And the type of help he needed only one person could provide. The danger he was up against was one no human could overcome.

Once he reached the giant wooden door at the front he stood and stared for a long five minutes. He could still turn tail and run…

…But he didn't. It wasn't merely his own life on the line. There was a lot more at stake. He needed this to work.

He lifted his hand, hesitated, then steeled his nerves and knocked lightly. The door opened a heartbeat later, and a frighteningly familiar figure stood before him. He instinctively wanted to recoil, and only managed not to flinch in fear by sheer willpower alone, even though he already knew who would be answering the door in advance. It was different to see him in person again. The cause of so much pain and trauma.

"Well, well, what a surprise. What has become of the famed hunter and why is it on my doorstep?" Alex's polished voice drawled. The vampire's eyes were wide with surprise, before they narrowed suspiciously. "Are you alone?" He growled, his voice losing its teasing edge.

Mallory knew a trap when he heard one. The vampire would be able to tell from his heartbeat if he was lying. And he was most definitely not alone.

"I came here because we need to talk," he said with a sigh, dodging the loaded question entirely.

Alex tilted his head slowly to the side and stared at him in such a distinctly predatory way it made Mallory shiver, like a cat locking sights on an interesting piece of prey. "Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. "You must be rather desperate, to come to me for help. Why risk me ripping your throat out... unless your situation was dire?"

"It certainly is a serious matter," Mallory replied, and subtly shifted to the side a little, no longer facing Alex head-on.

But Alex didn't miss it, his pupils sharpening. "What game are you playing, human?" He hissed, his voice dropping low and dangerous. "Why are you really here?"

Mallory froze, mouth dry. He was caught. "I really do need your help," he said, but his voice came out thinner than before, more nervous. "...But probably not in a way you'll approve of." What was taking so long...?

Alex's piercing gaze was zeroed in on him, cold and calculating, until the snap of a twig in the forest behind him gave it all away. Alex's eyes went huge in realization. But there wasn't time for even a fast vampire like him to react.

Three loud bangs, followed by three objects whistling through the air, and Alex jerked backward in the doorway, roaring in pain, three feathered darts lodging in his front with puffs of silver dust.

Alex yanked the darts out and smashed them on the floor, before lunging straight at Mallory with hands outstretched, skin sizzling everywhere the silver dust had touched him. His eyes were dark with white-hot rage.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" He snarled angrily.

Mallory barely sprung out of reach in time to avoid the attack, darting around him and bolting into the mansion.

Predictably, Alex whirled around to pursue, snapping and hissing like a feral animal, and two more darts zipped out of the forest to hit him in the back of his shoulder. He howled in agony, clawing the darts out of his skin before slamming the door shut to keep more darts from finding their marks. Then he spun back toward Mallory, who was cautiously backing away from the enraged vampire.

"What... was... THAT?" Alex barked viciously, and took a lurching step toward the hunter -- stumbling.

Mallory had the audacity to look a little guilty. "Sorry, but I didn't trust you to hear me out without trying to imprison me again -- so I took some precautions."

"PRECAUTIONS?!" Alex shrieked indignantly. "You call THIS 'precautions'?! This is a murder attempt!" He rushed forward and caught Mallory by surprise, charging his shoulder into him and tackling the human to the floor, pinning him down with a hand on each wrist holding them to the floor above his head.

The vampire was absolutely livid, eyes blazing as he glared down at Mallory. "I warned you what would happen if you returned here with other hunters," he snarled in his face. "Truce is over. I'm going to rip every last one of your team's human throats out--" his voice ended in a choked cough of air as Mallory kicked him hard in the stomach with both feet, throwing the vampire off him.

"This isn't meant to be a hunt!" Mallory argued defensively, scrambling back up.

Alex sprung back to his feet, but swayed unsteady, brow furrowed with dazed confusion. The world was tilting -- why was everything spinning? Silver dust darts were meant to blind and weaken vampires -- but why was his strength fading so fast? It shouldn't be affecting him this severely...

"What did you... do to me?" Alex hissed, voice slurring. It shouldn't have been that easy for the human to throw him off, and his chest tightened with fear -- raw, genuine fear, something so old and foreign he'd forgotten it existed anymore. The fear of not being able to fight back, the fear of no longer holding the power in the room. He stalked menacingly toward Mallory, fangs bared -- but wobbled, lurching and staggering as he tried to attack again with a body that just... wouldn't... cooperate!

Alex took a clumsy swipe at Mallory, but the hunter gave him a hard shove in the chest, and to Alex's own disbelief, he moved with the motion, almost losing his balance entirely. He was usually rigid as a boulder.

"Don't fight me, Alex," Mallory said grimly. "You won't win. Those darts contained silver and heavy doses of Hemlock, which would usually be lethal to humans -- but only acts as a strong sedative to vampires. It won't kill you, I promise."

"You little bastard--" Alex growled through gritted teeth, making another angry lunge for him -- but he crumpled to the floor instead, legs buckling and refusing to support him anymore. His whole body hurt with the silver dust coursing through his veins, suffering severe silver poisoning. And the worst part was, the hunter was right -- it would be agony in the meantime, but it wouldn't be enough to kill him. Only enough to neutralize and incapacitate. But why would he possibly need him alive?

Alex's swirling vision was starting to darken around the edges, and he felt rather than saw Mallory crouch next to him, and heard the door to his own mansion come crashing in -- several other blurry shapes coming to loom over him alongside Mallory. He bared his teeth weakly, breathing harsh and strained.

"Huh, you weren't lying about the vampire," an unfamiliar voice said. "You sure this will work?"

"I suppose we'll find out soon," Mallory's voice answered. "Get him ready to transport back to base."

Alex groaned in protest as he felt cuffs clamp down on his ankles and wrists, restraining him. He mustered all his strength into glaring at Mallory with every ounce of venom he could manage. "I never should have let you go," he hissed. "When I get out of this, I swear to you I will--" he didn't get to finish, as something sharp was forced into his mouth, followed by the feeling of something being strapped to his face.

He was being muzzled, he realized in horror. And now he was helpless and weak at the mercy of humans, of all things. He didn't know what they planned to do with him, but it couldn't be good.

Alex's eyelids slowly slipped shut and his body relaxed against his will, the darkness rushing in to take him, and the sound of the hunters bustling around him soon faded into a dull, static buzz.

He hadn't gotten to finish his threat... but he never lies.

And then his thoughts were no more.

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