#panting and carrying a bloody axe

[rowan-of-waterdeep]

Daily Wyll!

Wyll: I imagine you're fairly skilled with your form, too. That would be a sight to behold.

[theamberparadise]

EYELESS JACK THIRSTS

Includes three NSFW drabbles. Read at your own discretion. Blood mentioned.

Eyeless Jack gleefully watching you dissect a freshly killed victim (five foot twelve adult caucasian male with brown short hair estimated to be at least twenty five to thirty years old), watching your trembling pale hands regrettably carving through the hard ribs before you almost vomit, everything out of your empty stomach. And as if it wouldn't get any worse than this, you catch him palming his boner in your peripheral vision. 

The sight was as cruel as it can get. The poor camper whom which was now reduced to nothing but a gorey mess beneath your bruised knees only wanted to capture a collection of photos for his college portfolio before being hacked to death by Toby himself. 

Now, the blow that his axe delivered to the victim's chest was forced open by Jack, leaving you, as his trainee, to fish out the required organs needed for Tim and Brian to deliver to their clients. 

Jack was your mentor for the duration of your stay in the mansion (which was ultimately-- forever). And with him being a human turned literal demon who now has an unfathomable hatred towards people, you weren't surprised when he started overworking you to absolute exhaustion, making you work at the ass crack of dawn to the pitch black of night. 

The zip of his pants startled you. The creak in your joints made you realize you were zoning out. 

His smell suddenly sat atop of your nose as you look up and see the underside of his dick, already wet and leaking pre, but the shallow-white bead that emerged at the edge of his tip which was about to fall on your hair was slathered down the middle of his veiny cock. His mask was off and this time you could actually tell what he was feeling. The long tongue he possessed inside that cursed mouth of his licked his lips before he nudged your head forward with his knee, forcing you to look down at the bloody mess once again. 

"Go on," He started, the reverb of his voice giving you more goosebumps than you were used to. 

His grip on his cock grew tighter before he shifted his pace, jerking himself off at an extremely rapid speed, and you were sure Toby-- or any other creature in this damn forest within a hundred miles can hear his animalistic moans. 

"Show me, hrngh...how much of a good student you fuck! can be."

Eyeless Jack who purposefully shows you his endless piercings, scars, and mutations on purpose while treating your bleeding injuries shirtless, all the while pretending to mistake a huge piercing needle he used on Jeff one time for a much smaller needle for antibiotics, keep you on edge for a good twenty minutes while absolutely taking in your terrified expression without you noticing, and after he treats you and shoo you out of his medbay, he shoves his pants off and pulls out his fleshlight, the image of your grim expression pasted on his mind. 

The scent of your blood and your tired shell-shocked eyes were enough for him to fully hold back from ravaging you on the cold, steel table you were sitting on just now. 

He had been watching-- no, fantasizing about you for the past few weeks you had been in his vicinity, your scent lingering just two doors away from his makeshift clinic. 

Your blood was just the shade that he dreamed it was. Although blood color isnt that evident to the naked human eye, Jack's "special blind-but-not-blind" vision tells him exactly what he needs to know. His nose twitched at the delicious stench of your fear when you saw the consecutive mountain-like bumps on his back that decreased in size the lower it goes, the huge gauges on his ear lobes, his split tongue he used to lick his wicked lips, and the scars made by other eldritch creatures that roam in the depths of the forest. 

It was so fucked up. And for that reason, he pumped himself harder, mist pushing out from his nose as he closed his eyes tight, imagining your tired, limp body carried by his large hands violently being slammed onto his cock. 

"Fucking... fucking minx! Dirty little bitch... Ngh, fuck! Yeah, milk this cock like the slut you are."

Eyeless Jack "unintentionally" prescribing you hardcore aphrodisiac pills he bribed from Ben instead of painkillers, and then cooing at your hunched up, hot, shaking form laying on the floor with your underwear soaked to oblivion, talking about "relieving your pain".

You shouldnt have trusted him, you should know that by now. But when the pulsing strain in your hamstrings grew greater, you had no other choice than to limp in his clinic, pathetically asking for some ibuprofen, paracetamol, something! 

So when he handed you a pink pill that wasn't in a blister pack like it often is, you immediately swallowed it along with some cool water, waiting for the relief in your legs to finally simmer down and fade. 

Except it doesn't. Instead of it being washed away like any painkiller would do, the pill made it numb. But you assumed the best and tried to get off the table. But your chanced of escape was ruined when your legs turned like jelly on the cold tile floor, along with the rest of your body, leading you to fall on your back with your hands above your head. 

You can see Jack looming over you with his hands on his bent knees, his head tilting sideways-- was he expecting this? 

Then, you suddenly feel a bit... sticky down there. Your legs unconsciously started rubbing themselves on eachother, your toes curling inside your boots. You're scared, but you feel damn good. 

Jack hunches even closer to your face. You hear him inhale deeply, a sheer coat of embarrassment staining your cheeks. He's smelling you. 

Not just you, but your arousal too. He knows you know what he's doing. 

He reaches down to tug your pants off bit by bit, you whimper pathetically in protest as you watch him take in your already half naked form, the sight of your underwear reflecting on the dark tar that covered his mask, which he then took off. 

"Poor little thing," he rubs your clit through your panties firmly. You whine and very weakly try to push his hand away. He chuckles out a breath, his long tongue exiting his lips and contorting into an eerie swirl of flesh before licking the slick that was spilling out of the lace of your panties. 

"You seem a little troubled. Would you allow me to... help?" He retracted his tongue, smiling at you with his terrifying sharp teeth as if he was mocking you through his words. Without warning, he pinched your clit harshly, earning him a whine from you. 

"Let me relieve you, sweetmeat. After all, I know an effective treatment for this type of diagnosis,"

He chuckles again, almost giggling. 

"Maybe a generous dose of my cum inside you will do."

AUTHOR'S NOTES

hi. the nickname "sweetmeat" was inspired by this post by @horny-marbles specifically. happy reading. ok bye

(i am fully with sound and mind body, disgustingly ashamed.)

[highlordofkrypton]

KINKTOBER - Day 4: Feysand

Vampire Prince Rhysand x Monster Hunter Feyre! This is part of a trilogy I meant to write for last year's KINKTOBER/MONSTOBER, but life got in the way. I plan to finish it for this year. These will all be shared on @superfaeriebutts!!

The trilogy consists of:

Vampire Prince Rhysand x Monster Hunter Feyre

Werewolf Cassian x Monster Hunter Nesta

Familiar Lucien x Witch Elain x Demon Azriel

Here's a little snippet of the Feysand fic below the cut.

“Darling, do you need a hand?”

Snarls fill the air, bouncing off the crowd of trees, and carried off with the bats. His voice floats above it all, annoying as shit. A ghoul snaps at her face, and she uses her bow to keep it at bay. It’s large enough to use as a barrier between herself and the necrotic corpses. The only difference between him and them is the state of decay. He’s just as dead, and just as irritating.

“Yeah, and,” Feyre grits her teeth, inhaling a sharp breath to summon her strength to shove the monsters off of her. “I’d,” she dips her hand in a small satchel on her belt. Salt flies in an arc; the second it touches the ghouls, their skin begins to sizzle. “Have to listen to you,” she unhooks the axe from her side and uses her full weight to embed it into the closest enemy. “Complain about being,” she continues, swinging the axe towards the other two ghouls back off. “Being hurt!”

The bat perches on his branch, legs crossed and looking at his shortened claws. “If you think I can’t even handle some ghouls, even weakened, you are sorely mistaken, my dear heroine.”

It’s between listening to him complain that she needed his help, and listening to him complain that he’s not that injured. Feyre pants, stepping back to try and add space between them. She notches her arrow, coated in one of Elain’s latest concoctions. It wasn’t meant for her, but she snatched one vial from Nesta’s stash. She won’t notice it missing—her oldest sister has been working with one less of almost every supply for years. Not stealing would be more suspicious.

The first arrow strikes her enemy in the heart, and there is only one left. The final ghoul tips its eyeless head up; it opens its rotting, bloody mouth to utter several choked, cries straight from the throat.

It’s calling for reinforcement.

Feyre’s mind runs through her father’s teachings. Ghouls travel in large packs, but they hunt in smaller ones. Easier to corner prey when they are underestimated, but the main chorus of their pack is always nearby. She moves quickly, shooting the last one, but it’s too late. She can feel the rumble of the ground beneath her, galloping hands headed straight towards her. It could be many, or it could be the one leader.

“Shit,” she hisses under her breath, digging matches out of her pocket and while soaking the corpses with melted grease. Her hands shake—she can’t, she can’t light the flame. The bodies need to be disposed of before they return the next night.

They’re getting closer, and that thought does nothing to help her mission. Feyre’s hands tremble even more. Nesta was right, I can’t—

“Breathe,” Rhysand says, his warm breath curling around her ear. It slithers down her spine, and beneath her skin; she has to fight the urge to shiver. His hands encircle hers as he helps her strike the match, and tips it into the line of corpses. “I won’t let the little ghoulies get you, darling.”

He leans closer, the line of his body against her back. “The only thing you should be afraid of in this forest is me.”

[purposefully-lost]

The man's shaven head had split open much easier than he'd expected. There'd been a wet sound, a crack, and then the man- not in uniform, but still carrying his badge, still keeping one hand on the gun at his side- had simply slumped to the ground in front of the line of clothing that Rabnit had left out to dry. There was a wet noise as flesh slid away from the blade of the ax and Alex stared on in horror as he realized the man wasn't yet dead.

There was still movement to those wide, shocked eyes. A horrible, pained noise gurgled up from his mouth. He spasmed, and something icy took hold of Alex's chest as he swung down again, determined to make it stop.

Again, and again, and again, until he was left with something that didn't so much have a face as it did a bloody mess where once a face had been. The sight was awful but it wasn't as bad as the sound, wet and sticky somehow seeming to echo through the forest around him. When he finally dropped the ax, it was only so that he could lean down with his hands on his knees and heave. He felt dazed as he dragged the back of his wrist across his mouth and caught the stench of blood on his hands. He stumbled back against the step that lead to Rabbit's door and sat down hard. He felt like was looking through fog as he stared at that corpse. He realized that he had to be dreaming- this couldn't be real. None of it. Not the cop so far out here, claiming to be chasing an old case, not the blood, not the ax. Alex stared, lips parted, panting slightly from exertion, and waited. He'd wake up soon, he was sure of it.

@gruesomejack

[holiday-in-eorzea]

Blade Of Night

Upon entering the Quicksand, the source of trouble was hard to miss. Another of the Lominsan marauders, though this one wore a covering on his head, and appeared to be more solidly built than his comrades. I assumed they signified him to be the leader of the troupe. Typical; leave the subordinates to do what they will outside in the heat, all while relaxing and drinking in shade and comfort. Although, it seemed something had riled him up, as he towered over the Lalafell waitress, shards of glass and remains of ale staining one of the nearby walls.

"Me poxy arse this is yer best brew! I’d sooner drink a pint o' me own piss than this swill!” the charming individual bellowed at the girl.

“I- I’m sorry! Just l-let me...”

The marauder raised his hand, as if to strike her. I called out. “Hey! What are you doing?!”

He paused, and turned to face me. “Just who the 'ells do ye think yer speakin' to, maggot!? I'm Pfarmurl the Driven, an' me an' me Bloody Marauders've been reavin' so long, mothers scare their children with tales about us!”

“It doesn’t matter who you are! I won’t allow harm to an innocent person, especially not over something so idiotic!”

The marauder scoffed, and stretched in an attempt to intimidate me. “Don't believe me words? Then I'll let me axe do the talkin'!” Sure enough, he began to reach for the wicked axe strapped to his back. In response, I moved towards my blade’s scabbard and prepared to draw.

Suddenly, a voice called out from a table behind us. “Oho, this is lively, even for the Quicksand. You two going to put on a show for us?” Both the marauder and I turned to see a rough looking man finishing a drink, dressed in a billowing red shirt, and loose pants; a long blade strapped to his hip.

“What's this? Another godsdamned fool? Show some respect when ye talk to...” the marauder started to say before the man in red cut him off.

“Pfarmurl the Driven, leader of a troupe of bloody mummers or some such. Aye, I heard you the first time - your voice carries quite well.” The man waved away his own interruption with a relaxed, casual air.

Pfarmurl, the marauder, took clear umbrage to the attitude. “Then unless ye want me to split yer skull with me axe, ye better-” He paused mid-sentence, taking a more measured look at the man’s sword. It was certainly imposing; wicked black spikes were worked into the shaping of the false edge, with runic lettering down the flat. My knowledge of languages failed to provide a translation.

“Th-That sword!” Pfarmurl stammered. “It couldn't be... Frenzy!? But only the Sword of Nald would - Bloody hells, it's you!”

The man in red smiled, but it was a predator’s grin; there was no joy in those eyes. “You know, I've never been one to stand back and watch. Mind if I join the fun?”

Pfarmurl held his hands out in defense, scared stiff. “B-B-Beggin' yer pardon, sir!” was as much as he got out before turning tail and running as fast as he could muster.

The man in red just sighed, and scratched at the back of his head. “Why do they always do that...? Looks like it's just you and me.” I once again reached for my sword, as he laughed, face softening. “No no, I didn’t mean to suggest we fight. I merely wanted to compliment you. Standing up to that Lominsan was quite brave of you—and quite foolish.”

“I was simply doing my duty; one that I would hope anyone would do likewise, but I know many don’t.” I replied, relaxing my posture; noticing how much I had been tensing only as the muscles released.

“I think I like you, gladiator. Name's Aldis, and I'd buy you a drink, but I'm afraid I just spent the last of my coin.” The man gestured to his now empty mug.

“That’s alright. I’m not much of one for drink, but thank you for the offer regardless. I’m Liya.”

“Liya, huh? I used to be a young gladiator like you. Back then, I...” Aldis trailed off, as if lost in a memory, but quickly returned to the present. “Ah, but that hardly concerns you. These days I'm just an explorer of the unexplored, a seeker of as-yet-unknown experiences...” Aldis sighed wistfully and looked towards the ceiling. “...Like that beautiful stranger keeping my bed warm right now. Gods, I've missed this city; this wonderful desert jewel of debauchery and sin. Now, if you'll excuse me.” Thankfully, he either didn’t notice, or at least didn’t call attention to the reddening of my cheeks as he made his way towards the interior stairs.

I took a brief moment to compose myself, and made my way over to Mistress Momodi, the proprietor. “Is everything alright now, M- Momodi?” I had to catch myself of speaking out of habit before inadvertently insulting her again. Using one’s title was customary at home, but she had already indicated her preference.

“It’s fine now that seadog’s been run off. I swear, if I hadn't seen Aldis with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it was him. Everyone here thought he died years ago.” She let out a dejected breath. “Listen, Liya. Do me a favor and don't tell Mylla about meetin' Aldis, alright? She doesn't need this sort of drama.”

“Why? Is there something I should know about? He’s not a threat, is he?”

Momodi shook her head. “Well...let's just say some folk ain't good for one another. If you catch my meanin’”

“Ah, like that. Well, in that case, I don’t think I need to include that detail when I return to Mylla about the job.”

“My thanks about that. I suspected the guild would be quick to dispatch someone, and I had even money on it bein’ you. Those mercenaries occasionally keep the peace in these parts, but their patrols seem to come round as they feel. I’ve sent a runner ahead to Mylla about your performance here and from what I could gather from outside. It’s good to have someone that cares handy.” She smiled and gave a cheeky wink. “Now, you must be thirsty, havin’ to lug that armor around in this heat; how about a drink?”

I was instantly reminded of the cracking of my lips, and the rasp of my throat. It had been far too long since I wore my own skin, and I considered myself lucky to be relieved of the need of arms and armour in my life. Even if it meant needing to become acquainted with them after the fact. “A cup of water would certainly be appreciated, I admit.”

“No freebies this time!” Momodi called over her shoulder, already pouring the cool, clear liquid from a jug. She said it with the tone of a teasing joke, so I chose to take it as such. She passed the cup across the counter, and I returned the favour with a small pinch of coins from my pouch, still unsure about the currency and its value. Momodi took one and pushed the others back. On inspection, I noted she had effectively charged 3 of their “gil” for the water, though I wasn’t sure if that was a reduced price, inflated, or simply the standard rate. As I had no reason to argue, I accepted the fare and returned the remaining coins to their place.

Though the respite from the heat was welcome, I still had my duty to accomplish, so begrudgingly I exited the cool interior of the Quicksand, to traverse the streets of Ul’dah back to the Gladiator’s Guild. I passed the returning messenger on the way, exchanging a brief look of acknowledgment as they went on their way.

Mylla was in her customary position, overseeing the guild members training with their wooden blades. I gave a salute, but she was quicker than I in starting the conversation.

“I've already heard of your exploits at the Quicksand, Liya. You did well to send those marauders packing. I wish I could say we've heard the last of them. Alas, we've received reports of axe-wielding raiders assaulting merchants traveling through Scorpion Crossing.” She shook her head lightly in disgust.

“They move quickly then. Did they already have this planned as a distraction?”

A frown crossed the guildmaster’s face. “It seems words will not suffice. after all. I want you to finish what you've begun, Liya. Head to westem Thanalan and see that Pfarmurl fellow and all those who have shared in his crimes never trouble the people of Ul'dah again.”

“To what end, guildmaster?”

“I trust your judgment, and your ability. Should it come to it, I have arranged for your prior allowances with the Brass Blades to extend further, under my authority. No crime would be decreed if it were a necessary step.” Our eyes met, as if the full meaning of her statement was conveyed through vision alone.

“I will do my best, and hopefully it does not come to that.”

Mylla nodded, a grim demeanour colouring the expression. “Good. Then, be off. The trade outpost of Scorpion Crossing is the nearest settlement in the area. I advise asking there for more precise information.”

I gave a crisp salute, the habit still forcing itself from my training, and exited the guildhall. The western gate, identified as the Gate of the Sultana was not far from the guild, as I passed through the streets into the afternoon sun. The weather was cooling, but still warmer than I would typically prefer. The more temperate climate of Ravnica had caused more of an adjustment than I thought. I exhaled as of to chase the heat away, and set off.

Everywhere I looked as I walked reminded me of home, of Melenas. Though the climate here was harsher, the wildlife and greenery had adapted well. Farming had always been somewhat of a struggle; trying to find suitable groundwater sources to feed our crops and what livestock could manage. I could imagine the soil here would handle thoumfruit and jazar in greater abundance. I shook my head; Kolya was insistent on my learning the proper names of things, least of all for his understanding; garlic and carrot. The words still felt foreign in my mind, but to his credit, the names he used seemed to be more common across a number of planes compared to my own. Of course, getting the seeds here was an entirely separate issue; while inorganic materials traveled the Blind Eternities without issue, the same could not be said of more natural things. I had tried to retrieve some herbs for baking, only to find handfuls of dust on my arrival.

By the time I had made it to the outpost, the sun was all but swallowed by the horizon, as dusk swiftly approached. Asking around, it seemed that accommodations could be found, as it was a popular trade route, and merchants were often passing through. It was dangerous to continue in the darkness of the open road, with unknown terrain, strange wildlife, and even knowing that my quarry was out there somewhere, so I opted to ask about a bed for the night. Much easier to seek people by light of day, and if they wanted easy prey of merchant caravans, they’d be unlikely to move on. Though, that would also solve the issue. The beds were rough cots, clearly sourced from military surplus despite the wealth of the city and surrounds. Not much in terms of comfort, but there was a lot to be said for the relative safety and security offered by the fortifications made to the outpost, and by the Brass Blades stationed by the gates on regular rotation. Memories of having to do much the same in prior lives came to mind, as I felt a touch of guilt of not envying their position. 

The night was still early, so folks had gathered near the center of the outpost to share tales of the road, both tall and mundane, and to come together to share meals, showing more of a community than I had gotten from just a general impression of the city proper’s populace. On one side, there was a merchant complaining about misplaced packages from his shipment, asking his compatriots to assist in locating them overnight and subsequently being laughed off, with assurances that there was plenty of time in the morning for that. On the other, one of the established traders of the outpost told tales of living plants, whose blood had such apparent power as to keep a person from appearing to age. I nearly scoffed myself, before remembering that I knew practically nothing about this plane, so for all I knew, it could very well be true. I’d certainly experienced enough things I had thought mere stories if I thought about them at all prior to my execution. Soon though, the merriment wound down, as caravan leaders took to rest for the day ahead, and others made themselves weary; from the day’s labour or drink, I do not know which. I found my way to my allotted cot, removed the heavy chain coat and highboots, and allowed what I had come to appreciate in the gentle ache of a healthy exertion take my mind in slumber.

Another morning, and another push against my spark. And unfortunately, another nullified response. Not that I would necessarily abandon people in need, but it was always useful to know whether you had a backup plan if required. I sourced a light morning meal from one of the departing caravans, and had managed to eat most of it before a yell could be heard from the gates leading away from the city.

[ofspvrta]

Hands grip tightly at their axes, panting growing heavy from sparring with the woman. Kassandra put up a good fight, and by the gods did Eivor enjoy it thoroughly. They were bloody, sweaty, and bruised, but they did not care. Their fight would still carry on until they can't take it anymore. A growl rumbles through their throat before jumping towards her again - but this time their movements are a bit more sluggish and less powerful. Tell-tale signs of the exhaustion creeping over them. // :)

θ::|| @wolfkcst

She could keep going. Even with the pain wracking her shoulder and the blood pooling into the dip above her collarbone, staining the fur of her cloak. Eivor was told not to hold back and they didn't. Kassandra's breathing was only a little labored, but she was still standing. She clutched the Hero's sword in her right hand, the short spear she had Gunnar forge for her in her left. A smile curled at the corner of her lips.

"Come now, Eivor. I've clearly bested you!" She said as she spread her arms from her sides. "You can call it now, there is no shame in that."

[inkydrawss]

First the dead rise and now SKELETONS?

Chapter 4

I just wanted to do laundry

TW For blood and violence

Once the meat was finally done drying it was dark out and Sammy had been sent to bed a while ago after eating the most food she's had in too long. You had stored the dried meat and kicked the fire out then wandered inside. Sammy left two old candles lit sitting on the floor in the living room for you, casting a dim glow across the room. When you looked down at your bloodied clothes you scrunched your nose up and started to change. You put on your last clean bottoms that happened to be pants that you cut into shorts after a barbed wire mishap late spring and a stained black shirt.

You let out a deep sigh as you laid down on your couch bed. Cleaning up all those branches then carrying back that deer has made your muscles tired. As you blew out the candles and closed your eyes all you could think about were the memories you had today. You and your dad hunting together. How he taught you how to load and aim different types of guns. When he made you shoot your favorite dog when it misbehaved and peed on his shoes. How your dad would back hand you if you missed your shot.

Your memories shifted to newer ones. When you had first found the old cabin and you thought you'd be safe. Sammy had a bad fever and you needed to run to a nearby town where you spotted a tiny doctors office when you were still on the road. You never expected another group to be there scavenging, much less them pulling various weapons on you. There were at least ten people wearing leather vests and when, what seemed like their leader, stepped forward and demanded everything you had you refused. Then they attacked you with bats and crowbars making you pull out your gun and they hesitated. You shot two closest to you in their chests then aimed for their leader and managed to graze his head, making him collapse.

What you didn't notice was the person sneaking up behind you and they stabbed you in the side of your thigh. You managed to shoot the person who stabbed you in the head and that's when the biters came pouring in from the street drawn in from the gunshots. When they busted through the door you decided to use your axe since you saw that you were down to your last clip. You started swinging at bodies, not caring if they were living or dead. You wound up getting a nasty right hook making you fall. They wrestled your bag from you but before one of them could take your axe their arm got bit.

You watched the rest of the survivors regroup and started yelling to tourniquet with a belt and to get ready to chop it off. You didnt stay long after that since you had biters fighting to get through the door and you were loosing too much blood to keep fighting. You managed to get a window to the side open and slipped out. You hobbled around the back and saw a car that you think belonged to the group you fought. You didn't think twice and hopped in, thanking the stars that the keys were still in the ignition, and took off down the road. You managed to get halfway back in record time before the car ran out of gas.

When you searched for anything useful in it you nearly started crying when you found a half used bottle of antibiotic medicine and a couple cans of food under the seat. You limped back and got Sammy awake enough to take her medicine and sip from the water bottle. That night you smoked almost half your pack as you treated your own leg, using your belt to bite down as you sloppily applied butterfly bandages. You sat outside on watch at night until Sammy was able to get up on her own and she thankfully got better. You haven't seen any sign of that group or their vests since.

You blinked your eyes open when you noticed the room lighting up. It seems like you stayed up all night lost in your memories. You groaned and stood up, your body was still feeling the pain from yesterday. You stretched and wandered to the kitchen where you stored the dried deer meat. You nibbled on the meat as you stared out the window. You realized you never talked about where or when you would meet Sans and his brother. Since it was still early you decided to get a head start on your laundry before worrying about it too much.

You gathered all your dirty clothes and rags into a pile and walked into Sammy's room. She was still sleeping and you did your best to quietly gather her dirty clothes scattered around the floor. You cast her one last glace before tiptoeing out of the room. You gathered all of the clothes in your blanket then tied it up. You slid your axe into your belt and clipped your knife on out of habit and went outside. You wandered behind the cabin and grabbed the old well bucket from the side of the building. You haven't seen signs of where the well could be and decided that it didn't exist.

You followed along the hidden deer path to the east to where the small creek was running beside it. It wasn't deep enough for fish but it was enough to gather into buckets for boiling and to wash off when you were too dirty to go inside and fill the tub with buckets of water. You filled the bucket and dunked the blanket first and started scrubbing. You cursed as the bloodstains from your clothes wouldn't get out and wished you still had detergent. The things you miss in the apocalypse.

Once you got the dirt from Sammy's clothes and yours were mostly blood free you dumped the gross water into the soil and gathered everything back up in the now wet blanket. When you entered the clearing you hear banging on the window from the cabin. When you looked up Sammy was pointing to the other side of the cabin with a panicked look on her face. She jiggled the window open and started whisper yelling 'biters'. You dropped the blanket ball and bucket and started running along the side of the cabin. You grabbed your axe despite the ache in your arms and hands and held it up to prepare for swinging.

When you rounded the corner you saw a small group of biters wandering through the clearing. Some of them got caught in your wooden spike traps and three were hanging upside down by their feet from the trees further back. You jogged up to the closest one and chopped its head in half. You kept swinging while trying to keep your distance from them. You cursed loudly when three of them gathered around you. You gasped as a fourth snuck up on you and fell onto you. You dropped your axe as you pinned one arm under its chin to keep its biting face away. You rolled onto your back and started kicking your legs trying to knock the other three away.

You grabbed your knife from its sheath and quickly stabbed it in the head. You rolled it off you as you grabbed your axe with your now free hand. You swung your axe at the first biter only to hit them in the chest making it stumble back. You leg go of your axe and grabbed the next by the shoulder to stab in the head with your knife. You switched your knife to your non dominate hand and ripped your axe out of the first biter while stabbing its skull with your knife. You swung your axe down the middle of the last biters head, splitting its entire skull in half.

You panted as you kicked the body off your axe and looked around the mess. You killed all the walking biters and the rest of the them were stuck in your traps snarling. You stomped over the the stuck ones and quickly took care of them with your knife. You could feel the blood covering your body and soaking into your clothes but that was the least of your worries. When you were sure that there were no more biters you slid your axe back into place and jogged to the cabin. You swung the door open making it hit the wall and you yell out. "SAMMY! Are you okay?" You saw her run around the corner and threw her arms around you while crying your name.

She tried to talk but was hyperventilating too much for you to make sense of it. You crouched and patted the back of her head with one hand while the other held her shoulder. "Sammy it's ok it's ok. I'm here you're safe. I took care of all the biters you'll be okay." You softly talked to her and it seemed to calm her down. She sniffed and wiped her face as you comforted her. "Wh-when I woke up and didn't see you I g-got scared. And when I went ou-outside to find you I saw all those biters. I think they heard me slam the door 'cause they started coming closer and I kept looking out the windows trying to find you and- and." You quickly hugged her close as you felt tears burn your eyes.

You pulled away and went to wipe her tears but hesitated when you saw how much blood covered your hands. "I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner Sammy. You did good staying inside and hidden until I came back." You gently patted her shoulder and stood up. "You want to eat some breakfast in here while I clean up what happened outside?" You tilted your head at her when she shook her head and clutched her shirt. "Wanna come with me and help with the laundry? I kinda left it outside." When she nodded her head You cracked a small smile.

"Alrighty Sammy." You held onto her shoulder as you walked outside. You made sure she was walking along the building while you blocked her view of the dead bodies. When you got to the forgotten laundry you handed her the bucket and kept walking to the stream. "Where are we going?" Sammy asked when you didn't touch the blanket. You turned to her and held up your bloody hands. "It's gonna be hard to keep the laundry clean when I'm so dirty." You joked and that got a small giggle from her. You grinned as you got her to smile finally.

After you washed your arms and legs off in the creek and cleaned the blood you got on Sammy's hair you walked back to your laundry and carried it to the back of the cabin. You had crafted a shoddy clothes line out of braided finishing line across two trees. You untied the blanket and started handing Sammy a few shirts and you started hanging up the pants. You kept an eye out the whole time, worried more biters would wander close to your base. You think the noise from the gun you shot yesterday has drawn them to this area. When you see Sans you'll warn him about the small herd and that there might be more who were drawn to the noise.

As you hung the last article of clothing you sighed and rested your hands on your hips. You turned to Sammy and noticed how she was staring mindlessly at the clothes. You looked over your shoulder at the window that was still partially open and had a dumb idea. You nudged Sammy to make her look up at you. "Wanna bet I can fit through that window?" You asked making her smile. "I can totally fit. You're too big." Sammy laughed and started to try and climb into the window.

After you both were inside, and you totally fit through the window without struggling, you convinced Sammy to eat inside while you started dragging the bodies to a pile. You huffed as you pulled to biters from the spikes while trying to avoid stepping in the bear traps you placed near the hanging cans. As you dragged the last body to the pile you hear a voice calling your name out in greeting. When you looked to where it was you saw Sans waving to you coming up the path while another skeleton walked behind him.

You smiled and waved your hand as you wiped your sweaty brow with the other. "Hey Sans, glad you made it here safely. As you can see i've been a bit busy." You chuckled as you both walked to meet in the middle of the clearing. As you got closer you looked his brother over to see what weapons he had. You blinked in surprise as you noticed he was only wearing a faded orange hoodie with a hole in the arm, tan cargo shorts, and scuffed up sneakers. If he had a weapon on him you couldn't see it and that put you on edge.

Sans looked from the blood covering the ground to the pile of biters. "What Happened Here? Are You And Sammy Okay?" Sans asked as he looked worriedly at the blood on your clothes. "We're fine. Sammy stayed inside while I took care of them. I guess the biters in the nearest town heard the gunshot yesterday and wandered too close. Luckily several of them got caught in my traps." You sighed as you rubbed your sore arms. "Now I gotta drag them further into the woods to burn and without a truck it'll take a while. If you help me I'll offer ya'll some dried deer meat." You offered and Sans shook his head.

"There's No Need To Burn Them. We Use Our Magic To Vaporise The Undead So No Messy Clean Up." Sans smiled and with a wave of his hand a giant dog looking skull appeared beside him. You heard it hum before a white beam shot out of its mouth towards the biter pile. You stared in shock as the beam dissapeared leaving only a slightly smokey pile of ashes. Sans chuckled and snapped you out of your trance. You scratched your head and whistled. "That's some magic. Man that could've helped me out so many times." You chuckled and turned back towards them.

You noticed Papyrus staring at you making a chill go down your spine. If felt like the weight of killing those people were crushing you and making it hard to breath until he looked away. It let like the weight lifted and you were able to breath again. He creeped you out with that stare. Sans interjected and asked where Sammy was. You didn't have to answer as you heard the door bang open and she yelled his name. "Sans, did you see all those biters? My big sibling killed them all. They were like, whoosh and the biters were like." Sammy made a gurgling noise as she acted out what you did.

You and Sans chuckled as she jumped around pretending the chop down biters. You may not fully trust Sans, much less his brother, but you were glad she found someone else besides you to talk to. When she finished Sans gestured to the skeleton next to him. "This Is My Brother Papyrus. He's Super Smart And He's The One Who Taught Me How To Use My Bow." Sans said and Papyrus chuckled and rubbed the side of this head. "nice to meet you. sans told me a lot about you." He said and held his hand out to Sammy. When she shook his hand a loud fart noise was made. Papyrus and Sammy laughed as he pulled his hand away to reveal a mini whoopie cushion in his palm.

"ah the ol' whoopie cushion in the hand prank. never gets old." He chuckled and you huffed in amusement. He turned to squint his eyesockets at you in a glare and you noticed he didn't have eyelights like Sans. "so you're the human that shared the deer with us huh? that's pretty nice, for a human." Papyrus said and stuffed his hands into the hoodie pocket. You bit your tongue to keep from saying something rude to Sans's brother. This is gonna be a long visit.

[archivist-crow]

Peter Stubb (d. 1589) - German man accused of being a murdering sorcerer and werewolf.

Peter Stubb (also given as Stubbe, Stube, and Stumpf, and as Stubbe Peeter), of Bedbur, Germany, gained notoriety for making a lurid confession. An illustrated account of his trial and grisly execution is at the Lambeth Palace Library in London.

According to Stubb's confession, he had practiced the "wicked arts" from the age of 12. He had from early childhood had an evil bent, and began dabbling in magic, sorcery, and necromancy. The devil gave him a magic girdle (belt) that enabled him to change into a wolf, and promised him that in exchange for wreaking evil in animal form, he would be protected from danger. When Stubb put on the girdle, he was:

...transformed into the likeness of a greedy, devouring wolf, strong and mighty, with eyes great and large, which in the night sparkled like brands of fire; a mouth great and wide, with most sharp and cruel teeth; a huge body and mighty paws.

By taking the belt off, he returned to the shape of a man. Stubb spent the next 25 years stalking victims, both human and animal, as a werewolf. He would walk about the areas of Bedbur, Collin, and Cperadt as a nicely dressed man, looking for victims. When he could catch them unawares, he changed into a wolf and attacked and murdered them. He sexually assaulted maidens before tearing them apart.

Stubb terrorized the countryside at night, attacking children, women, men, lambs, sheep, and goats. He was an "insatiable bloodsucker," taking great pleasure in killing. He killed lambs, kids, and other livestock, devouring them raw and bloody.

Over the course of a few years, Stubb murdered 13 young children and two pregnant women. He tore the fetuses out of the women's wombs and "ate their hearts panting hot and raw," which he said were "dainty morsels."

Stubb also confessed to an insatiable sexual appetite. He committed incest with his daughter, Beell (Bell), who had a child by him. He carried on sexual escapades with various mistresses, including a "gossip," Katherine Trompin. Still his lust remained unsated, so the devil sent him a succubus in the form of an angellike, beautiful woman.

Meanwhile, the townspeople did not suspect him. When the limbs and body parts of adults and children were found in the fields, it was believed that a savage wolf was responsible. Stubb finally was exposed when hunters chased him down in wolf form, and he slipped off his belt and was recognized.

Stubb was arrested and brought to trial at Bedbur. He was put on the rack. Fearing the torture, he quickly made a contession. A search was made for his magical girdle, but it was never found. It was assumed that the devil had spirited the evidence away.

Stubb named Bell and Trompin as accessories to some of his murders. The two women were arraigned. All three were found guilty on October 28, 1589, and were condemned to death. The sentences were carried out on October 31:

Stubbe Peeter as principal malefactor, was judged first to have his body laid on a wheel, and with red hot burning pincers in ten places to have the flesh pulled off from the bones, after that, his legs and arms to be broken with a wooden axe or hatchet, afterward to have his head struck from his body, then to have his carcass burned to ashes.

Also his daughter and his gossip were judged to be burned quick to ashes, the same time and day with the carcass of the aforesaid Stubbe Peeter.

After the executions, the magistrates of Bedbur constructed a warning to others. The wheel on which Stubb was broken was placed on a high sharpened pole and above it was fastened a likeness of a wolf in wooden frame. Sixteen yard-long pieces of wood, representing the 16 known victims of Stubb, were hung on the wheel. Stubb's head was stuck onto the pole.

Text from The Encyclopedia of Vampires, Werewolves, and Other Monsters (Checkmark Books, 2005) by Rosemary Guiley

[sukirichi]

scarlet

“How long has it been? Five hundred years – a thousand?”

“Forever. It’s been forever.”

CONTENT/WARNINGS. vampire! megumi, reincarnation au, somnophilia, blood drinking, smut, murder, suicidal thoughts, angst, war, violence, all the dark themes you can expect from vampire!au such as biting, scratching, slight blood play, character death + UNEDITED. I’ll edit this tomorrow because I really want this to be of good quality but for now yeah, sorry for typos and awkward grammar 

NOTE. thank you so much to vampire nonnie for requesting this, I absolutely LOVED writing this, I think this is my favorite ever work. It’s totally different and a lot more serious than what I usually write too, so thank you!

WC. 13k+

PLAYLIST: I Don’t Wanna Live Forever (Zayn, Taylor Swift) ; Fire on Fire (Sam Smith) ; Dusk Til Dawn (Zayn, Sia) ; My Nocturnal Serenade (Yohio)

“How long has it been? Five hundred years – a thousand?”

“Forever. It’s been forever.”

“Was it worth it? Was I worth the wait?”

“Of course you are. You always will be.”

BLUSH [001.]

The morning market bustled with people, the villagers bumping your shoulders left and right. You tried your best to squeeze through the crowd as you followed your mother. You’d recently come of age, and now you had to come with your mother to retrieve food and supplies while your father hunted and chopped wood for the upcoming winter. 

Your mother pinched the apples of your cheeks whilst she smiled, reminding you that you could meet a nice young man at any moment and you had to look as presentable as ever.

The idea of living out the same fairytale your parents happily created for themselves had you gazing up at your mother in wonder. 

You came from a happy family, with a doting mother and a supportive father who never stopped smiling through the hardships. While your mother was the fire that warmed the hearth of your humble home, your father was the sturdy wood that kept each and everyone steady and strong, and you? You were the light of their lives.

To be able to find a soulmate like that and have a family of your own, you wanted nothing more.

But your mind easily changed when people pushed past you, sending you scowls and profanities when you bunched your skirt up, your tattered boots hitting against the wet mud of the market. Your humble village wasn’t blessed with the warmest weather, but it was fine, since your family brought enough sunshine to your life that you never minded. Until now, that was. 

Your boots were soiled and you were panting as you ran after your mother, her eyes crinkled as she chit-chatted with the vendors. Inside her basket were two fishes, five apples, and a few pinches of herbs that wouldn’t have really satisfied any of you.

In this side of the town, your village received the poorer suffrage of lack of food. Nevertheless, your mother’s smile and glee upon having her basket half-full reminded you that there would be better times. Not wanting to lose her again, you clutched your arm around her bicep, panting for air while she gazed back up at you worriedly.

“Child,” she cooed, cupping your face. “What ever is the matter? What could’ve had you gasping for air this way? Is there something you are running away from?”

“Mother, you are the one I am running after,” you informed her with a laugh, and your mother gasped in surprise.

“My, I am so sorry! I completely forgot that you were still new here! Oh, and your boots—”

“It is fine, mother,” you reassured, your hands coming up besides her cheek this time around to stop her from fretting over your shoes. It was beyond worn out, tattered and mouth almost opening. They had promised to get you a new one for your birthday, but a single pair cost more than a week’s worth of food that you didn’t have the heart to let them do that.

Both your parents were disheartened; they wanted to give you the best, of course, but it didn’t matter to you. 

You understood the notion of wanting to look your absolute best in hopes of catching the eye of a future lover, but the idea didn’t sit entirely well with you if they had to base their attraction on mere physical appearance. Besides, it was called soulmate, was it not? There had to be a connection – a pull, of sorts – between two souls, and not from the perspective of the naked eye.

If you really were to meet your soulmate, they would see right through your skin and deeper than the depth into of your bones, their eyes looking directly onto where everything mattered most – the heart, the soul, the core. 

Your mother’s gaze softened at the sight of you, tucking a stray hair behind your ear as she cooed at how beautiful you were. 

Endlessly, she reminded you that you were the most precious blessing of her life in par with your father, and when your mother doted on you like that, how could you not flush with appreciation, eyes bashful and chest swelling with love?

You were a firm believer people were their most beautiful when they radiated kindness and are capable of unconditional love. After all, what could be more beautiful than a compassionate soul? Undoubtedly, you wanted to love someone like that, a person capable of kindness and strength even in the darkest situations; one who could see beyond the weary boots and dirt-stained old clothing you wore.

It seemed that someone had the same idea in mind for you felt a burning sensation at your face. Eyes flitting over your mother’s head, your breath hitched when you were met with soft, blue eyes that put your village’s stormy sky a shame.

Midnight blue swirling with warmth like hot milk on a rainy day, the feeling of having your lover’s arms wrapped around you and their gentle breaths whispering against your ear – that’s what you felt like when you saw him for the first time.

He stood outside his father’s shop frozen, eyes wide and locked with yours, the amount of scrapped metal suddenly weighing a ton despite his growing muscles.

Unsure of what to do but appreciative of the wondered boy, you shyly ducked your head down, peering up at him under your lashes with the smallest of smiles visible on your face. You raised your hand to wave at him when your mother tugged you away, chattering about getting you a cheesecake despite not having much to afford it, only because she felt something good would happen today.

And your mother was right – she rarely wasn’t, in the first place.

Nearly stumbling over your steps, you turned back to the young man, no longer hesitating before you beamed at him, fingers flickering into a small, delicate wave perfected by young women your age. 

His reaction was immediate – a mad blush to his cheeks, and his body growing rigid at being caught staring at you. 

You didn’t mind though. If anything, you felt giddy, and there was an unmistakeable bounce in your steps all the way back home.

BLUSH [002.]

His name was Fushiguro Megumi. He was the son of your village’s infamous blacksmith, who everyone dubbed as ‘Scarface Toji.’

All kinds of rumours about his father spread around the village, ranging from how he used to be a bloody merchant who worked for the King and lived a life without regards for others. As long as he was given enough coins, Scarface Toji would do anything.

Your parents had pinched your waist the moment you mentioned it to them. Your father shook his head disapprovingly over a cup of fresh milk, reminding you again and again that you shouldn’t believe rumors. Apparently, Scarface Toji was just a widowed man left with a baby son before he could even say goodbye to his wife, and he migrated from another town to here in order to start all over again in hopes of giving a better life for his son than the one he previously lived.

It was hard to believe it at first. Toji was a huge man who always carried multiple weapons, but after learning that he just made them and never wielded them, you eventually believed that the man was harmless. 

Your respect for him only increased when his son came mere days later, his hands trembling in his chest as he requested to have a presence with you, flowers clutched in his chest.

You were at your room that one dewy morning, fluffing and fixing your bed when your mother squealed from the doorway, followed by your father’s light hearted voice telling her to calm down. Not moments later, your mother had clipped ribbons in your hair and flattened down your housedress, the grin on her face unexplainable and slightly terrifying.

The burning question at the back of your head was soon answered when you were met by the same young man you’d smiled at the other day. Fushiguro Megumi, he introduced, and until now, you could still remember the way your heart skipped a beat as he said, May I court you?

Only that time around, your father answered for you.

You were actually flummoxed he didn’t take out his hunting gun – like how he always did when other males requested a presence with you – and patted Megumi’s shoulder instead, asking to accompany him at the back to go chop some wood.

It was unspoken tradition that suitors had to impress the lady’s father first. You were more surprised when Megumi happily agreed, rolling his shoulders back to prepare for the task.

The smile he sent your way was boyish, shy even, but determination and anticipation shone through them, somehow leaving you wanting more than before. You and your mother, too curious as ever, wouldn’t stop giggling as you watched both men chop wood in the back, talking about the most mundane things ever like how Megumi’s father was faring, or how his studies was doing.

Megumi felt at ease enough with your father, the sleeves of his shirt pushed all the way to his elbows while he raised the axe. He was effortless in splitting the wood in two, not a break of sweat evident on his translucent skin.

“My, he’s a strong one!” your mother praised, her body practically thrown all over your body as she watched Megumi do more work while your father chatted his ear off. “Handsome too!”

“Mother!” you scolded, though the embarrassed giggles let her know you weren’t really complaining. She was right, Megumi was strong and definitely handsome; with a chiselled jaw, a pointed nose, striking eyes and arm littered with veins and cuts that he got from early ages of hard work.

Once your mother noticed that they were finishing up, she hastily yanked you back into the kitchen. She fretted more than you did about teaching you how to make the perfect meal; that the best way to reward them for their hard work was through a nice, warm meal.

You were too shy to ever vocalize that you wanted to impress Megumi with your cooking skills. Thankfully, your mother pried no further when you quietly asked her to leave the meal to yourself, already preparing out the ingredients while she picked the best flowers from the front yard to decorate the table with.

When Megumi arrived, his eyes roamed around the humble walls of your home almost as if looking for something.

You stood there at the corner, teeth sunken into your lip while your toes curled inside your slippers. Soon, his gaze landed on yours, his lips breaking out into one of the sweetest smiles – one that was far sweeter than the nectar you sipped from the flowers in your youth.

There was no proper explanation to why you stepped forward, a dip in your brow as you wiped at the beads of sweat that had now accumulated beneath his eyes.

His hair stood up in spikes pointed in different directions. You chuckled when it wouldn’t tame down at each stroke of your finger, and Megumi mimicked the melodious sound pouring from your lips. Too lost in the sensation of having his soft strands running through your hands, you forgot that Megumi was technically still a stranger, and you froze when his touch wrapped around your wrist.

You looked up at him then, an apology right there at the tip of your tongue for invading his privacy when he murmured, “Hi. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

If the sound of his laughter was harmonious before, then his voice could only be compared to honeydew and pastel splatters of the skies clashing in the horizon. Warm, gentle, soothing – you were right, he felt like the embrace of a kind soul in a stormy, cold day.

So you melted, unable to fight back your smile as you leaned closer into his touch.

“Hi.”

BLUSH [003.] 

It was one of those rare days that the sun shone down brightly onto your village. The sun had stopped hiding behind the clouds, extending its fingertips down to graze at the greenery of your home, the light filtered through the thick branches of trees that you were currently hiding at.

You had to muffle your giggle with the back of your hand, eyes darting around to inspect if Megumi was anywhere close to you.

Half a year had passed ever since he courted you, winning not only your heart, but the approval and warm welcome of your parents into your home at the same time. It made sense that he had easily placated himself beside you at all times that Megumi eventually earned a seat at your dining table. Not only was he the loving, gentle soul you had always yearned for, but Megumi understood you in more ways than one.

In fact, it almost felt like you had lived your life with a missing piece of yourself.

Now that you had found him, the both of you showed no signs of wanting to pull away. Shy hand holding had transitioned into sneaky kisses, strong arms pulling you into a corner to kiss you goodbye before he retreated back home, your mind hotwiring as you reminisced his lips over your cheeks over and over again. Funnily enough, it became harder to sleep.

Why would you want to sleep and dream when every waking moment was magical enough?

Just as you tip-toed behind another tree to hide from your lover who hadn’t stopped attacking you with tickles, you stepped on a dry leaf, the crunching sound resonating onto the wide forest.

“Blast,” you muttered to yourself, eyes closed as you awaited the impact.

Just as you’d expected, Megumi came running behind you. Graceful in his movements as ever, you both laughed as Megumi flipped you both over before you could fall, your weight falling on top of his while his back hit the flowery fields.

“Found you, lover,” he teased, his hands curious as they ran up and down your sides. “It’s going to take a lot more than that if you want to run away from me, you know. No matter where you are, no matter how long it takes, I’ll do what it takes to find you and have you in my arms all over again.”

“Silly,” you teased as you leaned close to him, rubbing your noses together that pulled out a boyish laughter from him. “I would never run nor hide from you, my love. Where you are is where I wish to be?”

“Is that so?”

“No doubt it.”

“Then,” he interlaced his fingers with yours, gaze solemn as the sun shifted. The looming trees overhead provided you both privacy and shelter, nothing but small streaks of light caressing both your skins as Megumi’s lips padded over your knuckles, thumbs grazing at your wrists. Nothing could prepare you for what was to come next. You couldn’t tell what would happen, but he’d grown serious, voice low as he announced, “Marry me. I’ll take care and love you for the rest of my life. What else do we have to wait for?”

Your heart drummed in your chest loudly that you could no longer hear his next words.

Whether he said something or not, none of it mattered. For spending those six months with him already felt like a lifetime and you were greedy – you wanted to be with him more, to hold him tighter, and kiss him a little longer. He was right – there was no need to wait.

And you certainly didn’t wait as you yanked him by the collar, your lips meeting in a heated kiss. You could feel each other smile as your arms wrapped around his neck. 

The kiss told him everything you couldn’t put into words. A hundred yes, a thousand I want to be with you for the rest of my life, and a million I love you’s. Megumi released all the love and passion he held for you when he pushed his lips against yours just as intensely, his scent blanketing over you like a veil of comfort.

There was no need to wait.

You and Megumi ran hand-in-hand all the way back to your home, the joyous laughter of the memories of youth and innocent summer romance the only music that era would ever know. Slamming the door open, both chests heaving with air and pinkies looped together, your smile fell off your face when an unfamiliar gentleman faced your way at the sudden intrusion.

He was tall, taller than Megumi and a lot broader. His long, dark hair was pulled back in a slick knot, ears pierced with black earrings that added to the darkness of his aura. His smile was nothing but eerie as his unwelcomed gaze travelled all the way down your form before his eyes darkened to the hand yours was connected with. 

Sat behind him were your parents; even with their heads turned away from you, the grim looks painting their faces was evident.

“Mother? Father?” you stepped closer to Megumi, not missing the way the gentleman’s frown deepened. “May I ask what is the meaning of this? Had I heard we’d be having a visitor, I’d have stayed to welcome him,” turning to the gentleman, your back arched into a deep bow. “Forgive me, Sir, I was direly uninformed of your presence. I do not mean any rudeness. Please forgive me.”

“She is perfect, just as I’ve heard.”

Before any of you could react, the man had stood up. If he was tall before, his stance was terrifyingly imposing now as he looked down at both of you and Megumi. Your lover stiffened beside you before his arms encircled your waist, pressing you flush against him while your palms flattened on his chest.

His accelerated heartbeat matched yours, lips turning dry at the situation.

The man scoffed for a moment upon seeing your comfort for your lover, then he smirked, head lolled to the side as he announced the words that would soon end the ruin of your life.

“Ah, yes, young love. What a magical thing to experience,” In the blink of an eye, he pushed Megumi to the side, your body crashing into this man’s broad chest while he possessively placed a palm over your head. You couldn’t move, eyes wide and mouth dry as your mother began to cry, while your father simply kept his gaze to his feet. Megumi mirrored your stance, hands clenched into fists though he too, made no move. 

There was no telling what would happen next. 

“But that is all in the past now. Fortunately for you, my dear, you’ve wonderfully fulfilled your duty as a child to be your parents’ future. Now come with me, you’ve got some dolling up to do.”

BLUSH [004.] 

They lied to you.

When your parents told you that poverty didn’t mean anything and a family was still a family no matter what happened, they didn’t mean it. It was all a lie.

Memories of being dragged outside your house and thrown into a carriage fancier and more expensive than anything your parents could ever afford even after a lifetime’s work remained burned in your head like a searing memory. You couldn’t remember how your parents reacted at your disposal; you couldn’t even look at them, the betrayal sitting hard and square right at your face.

But he remained at the back of your mind.

You had only been so young then, hopelessly in love, and you still are, you very much are. You closed your eyes as you fought back the tears that threatened to spill when you replayed the image of Megumi running after the carriage while you cried out for him, begging for him to save you. Your new husband had only snickered to himself then, well-aware your lover could never catch up.

Soon, Megumi grew tired, the dark patches of mud so familiar to you from your village transforming into wide greenery that led to bridges crossed to another town that would eventually lead you into the castle.

Suguro Geto, a man twice your age, barely had to lift a finger when he decided to buy you as his wife. 

He was a higher ranking official under the King’s command himself. Wealth, power, luxury – he had them all, and he could and did provide everything you needed with just a simple request. 

You supposed you should feel thankful. Days of sleeping with an empty stomach and a parched throat was nothing but a distant memory now, your skin soothed with only the finest silk and people bowing the moment you walked through the door. Gone was the poor girl from the countryside who wrestled with pigs once in her life when you’d accidentally dropped a slice of bread in the pig pen – only a refined, intelligent, and extremely obedient wife of Sir Geto was in place.

Or at least, that was how it was supposed to be.

Geto, despite his tyrannical personality and no hesitance when it came to abusing what he was capable of, was extremely disinterested in you. It was no secret – to both you and the servants – that he brought women around all the time. Even after years of marriage, not once had he laid a finger on you, opting to buy a bigger bed instead to keep the space between you both.

You were perfect for him; you were everything he wanted.

A woman who did everything he asked, a lady who smiled and chatted exuberantly when needed, both beauty, brain, and elegance combined into one, but most of all, you did not want him. And that was why Suguru treasured you above all, for you were the one who prevented him from being tied down to even worse women who were obsessive with him. In payment to your silence and submission, he provided you with all the comfort and luxury you could ever ask for. 

Though you never did ask for anything.

Your only wish was to return home – but you dared not utter these desires for you knew it was as far away as a distant galaxy. Nothing but emptiness and dread accompanied you with each passing day, the image of Megumi soon faltering into your memories.

You’d lost count of the times you cried yourself to sleep while Geto laid beside you, his palms pressed into his ears while your sobs coated his velvet walls until the sun rose. If it were not for the cream spread all over your skin, people could easily see that you were a restless, broken wife instead of a happy one like you pretended to be; that your soul withered with each second.

There was no more hope, no light, no love present in the large, empty hallways of your manor. 

Suguru was out for the night, probably lurking underground casinos fucking whoever whore was desperate enough to warm his cock for the night. Your servants had long retired to their quarters, and with nothing much else left to do, you left your room, the nightgown barely wrapped around your shoulders as you padded to the garden barefoot.

The grass was a lot softer here in his manor than it ever was back at home. Home – wherever that was. You couldn’t find your way back to it.

Everything here seemed tens of thousand times better than anything, and yet it felt so empty. Hollow. Dark. Meaningless. Even as you perched yourself upon the swing, feet kicking into the ground until you soared high enough that the moonlight caressed your skin, you found no beauty in everything.

Everything you once treasured faded into the night.

A rustling sound made you plant your heels flat on the ground, eyes narrowed at the source of the sound. The bushes behind you stilled, and you sat up from your seat, hands coming up to tug your gown back to your body as if it would protect you. “Who’s there?” you demanded, “You are not allowed to trespass the Geto Manor or else—”

Your words were swallowed right back when the figure appeared from behind the bushes. Even after years, you would still be able to recognize that face anywhere. The untamed hair, the flat lips, those eyes that had always reminded you of the skies you’ve grown tired staring at – your feet moved faster before your mind could comprehend it.

Megumi barely staggered as he caught you in his arms, your cries muffled by the collar of his shirt. Your heart tore into pieces and healed right back when Megumi buried his face into the crook of your neck, muttering I’m sorry over your skin over and over again.

“I’m sorry,” Megumi’s voice cracked, “I’m so sorry it took me so long to get here. I am sorry I couldn’t run after you. I am sorry I didn’t—”

You silenced him with a kiss, your hands trembling as you cupped his cheeks. Too long, it had been too long, and your hands were everywhere. On his hair, at the nape of his neck, grabbing at his shirt to pull him closer – you ravaged him with your lips and hands that a string of saliva threaded between your mouths when you gasped for air, only to kiss him harder the second time around.

Megumi’s hand came up to clutch at your bottoms, his body now firmer and bigger than the last time you remembered. He smelled like home, felt like heaven, tasted like bliss and the saltiness of your tears mixed in with his delectable self.

“I love you,” you declared, the sobs wracking through your chest before your head fell on his shoulder. Megumi doesn’t stop you when you fisted his shirt, his hands only patting your back as you hiccupped, the tears now drenching his shirt. “I love you, I love you, please, my love, run away with me, let’s live somewhere else, okay?” You cupped his cheeks, your thumbs swiping away at the tears that had also stained his pretty face.

Megumi nodded, not wasting another second when the both of you treaded through a very thin line by kissing you all over again, his lips flushed with yours.

There was no need for air. The only thing you needed at this moment was to have him beside you, and just as Megumi pulled away to tell you he’d do anything for you, blood spilled past his lips. You watched as the red liquid splattered from his lips and dripped down your chest, and that’s when you felt the piercing pain through your chest.

Megumi dropped you, your body colliding on the ground with a loud thud. Your chest bled from a shallow cut, though that was the last thing you paid attention to when Geto stood behind your lover, red eyes shining through the brilliant night and long fangs sinking down his chest.

Your screams were muffled with Geto’s palm as he showed up right in front of you in a flash, his cold touch sending shivers down your spine. 

He forced you to watch as your lover fell in front of you, a sword poking through his chest. You struggled against your husband’s hold, but he was far stronger and bigger than you that you fell limp into his chest. Geto barely blinked an eye as your nails sank down to his skin hard enough to draw blood from his pale skin.

“Watch, darling,” he purred into your ear, “You wanted to be with your lover forever, right? Then let me grant you wish – I’ll give you the forever you always wanted.”

“Why are you doing this?!” you bit back through the palm covering your mouth, vision blurred as tears coated your face. “I did everything for you! I did everything you asked me too – you didn’t have to kill him, he was the only one that mattered to me, how dare you?!”

“No reason, darling,” Geto pushed you off his lap before tugging Megumi’s shirt, revealing his lifeless and bloodied face staring right at you. “I was simply…drunk, you could say. I was not pleased to find my wife locking lips with another man.”

“I was never yours,” you spat out, hands dug deep to the earth underneath you.

“No, you’re not. Your heart was always owned by another, was it not?” Geto tipped his head as he watched Megumi’s lifeless form crumble back to life, a guttural groan echoing through his throat. Your eyes widened when his head snapped upwards, striking blood red eyes that resembled Geto’s glowing under the moonlight. You crawled backwards until your back hit the three, unable to recognize the man in front of you. Geto stands to the side, his long and sharp tongue darting out to lick at his lips. “Young ones are always the most dangerous. I cannot wait to see how this one goes.”

“Megumi!”

“Thirsty, are you not?” Geto taunted. At the sound of his voice, Megumi leapt to him with dark claws extended. A scream ripped from your lips, one that was immediately silenced when Geto effortlessly wrapped a hand around Megumi’s neck, choking him until his limbs flailed helpessly in the air.

“Ah, ah, ah, I won’t suggest drinking my blood. You would find it repulsive,” A sickening snap resonated in your ears as Geto broke Megumi’s arm to turn him your way, fangs bared and animalistic growls making your lover seem unrecognizable. You sat there, frozen and panting. Why couldn’t you move? “Your human lover is right there, though. Go on, take a look,” he whispered in the younger man’s ear, his red eyes glinting with amusement. “See her luscious skin? Hear the rapid heartbeat pulsing at the juncture of her neck, begging you to ravish her? That is what you’ve always wanted, right? To claim your woman as yours?”

Megumi’s fierce growl was enough to make you bury yourself harder in the tree trunk, the tears streaming freely down your face before Geto released his hold on him. “If it makes you feel better, I never touched her. She is all yours for the taking. Now, drink.”

At his command, something snapped in Megumi.

All hell broke loose. The last thing you saw was a beam of crimson eyes paired with a red flush to his face maniacal with thirst. His name came out in a broken cry, Megumi’s claws ripping away at your clothes until his fangs sank down into your skin.

Your legs kicked out beneath you as you gasped for air. From behind Megumi, Geto crossed his arms to himself, soon disappearing into the night.

Megumi kept gasping and growling as he drank from you harder. The grip on his hair eventually faltered until your hand fell on the ground, his eager tongue lapping at what else dripped from the holes he’d punctured at your neck. He doesn’t let up once, hands coming up to crush your windpipe until your bones cracked at one clench of his muscles, merely a reminder of what he could now be capable of.

Was this death? you wondered before black completely clouded your vision, you were not ready for it.

ROSE [005.]

Megumi hunched over his seat, his hands making quick work of jotting down tiny details of the modern life in his notebook. It had been two hundred years since he last saw you, and the world had drastically changed ever since.

It wasn’t easy getting over your death – especially not when he snapped back into consciousness, the painful reminder that you had died from his hands haunting him in his sleep.

Not that he ever had much sleep to begin with since he was always tired and restless, his skin hollow and pale, with dark circles finding home under his metallic blue eyes that had lost their previous warmth. After years of trying to learn how to control himself through isolation in the mountains, Megumi eventually wandered back down to the city, surprised that time had flew by so fast and your old village was now unrecognizable.

People wore lavish clothing and had parasols made out of lace, making his throat dry up at the thought that lace back then cost way too much than he could ever afford.

Too much had changed indeed. So much time had passed that Megumi’s previous anger and hatred to himself had now been filled with nothing but a lingering, empty feeling that gnawed at him. No matter how much he tried to blend in with society and keep his true form a secret, nothing ever really took away the fact that he was a monster that could hurt anyone if he even lost the slightest best of control.

He didn’t even know the name of the man – no, the creature – who made him this way.

Megumi sighed as he snapped his notebook shut, conversing freely with this human friend he made. They were ‘of the same age’ as Megumi introduced. Itadori Yuuji wasn’t top of the food chain, per se, which is exactly just what Megumi wanted since the last thing he wanted was unnecessary attention. Right now, he accompanied his friend – the only person he could care about – as he got his suit fitted. Yuuji stared at his reflection endlessly, tapping at his bottoms with a thoughtful hum.

Just then, something familiar wafted into Megumi’s senses. At first, he thought it was the scent of the soap he used, but this was too…different – he was sure he’d caught whiff of it before, but he was beyond a hundred years old that it was impossible to pinpoint what it was.

His eyes fluttered outside the shop as he looked for the source of the smell. It was soft, leaving behind a lingering flutter of his chest, and before Megumi could realize it, he’d already shot up from his seat, captivated by the sound of laughter and giggles across the street. Then, he saw you. You were right there, head thrown back in laughter as you chatted with your friends, lips painted a flushed red that only broadened at something your friend had said.

“Fushiguro – where are you going?”

“My apologies, friend. I’m afraid there is somewhere I have to be,” Quickly, he stashed his notebook inside the front of his coat jacket, pushing past against the crowd and crossing the street. The closer he got, the more he recognized your laughter, your features sharpening into a crystal resemblance of the person he’d lost years ago.

He couldn’t believe it, could barely stop himself when you walked away, his hand naturally falling to grasp at your wrist.  

“Excuse me, Miss. I—” Megumi was stunned when you turned to him, your smile polite and bright as ever, not the least bothered that he pulled you out of nowhere.

“Yes? Is there something I can help you with?”

“I…I just thought I’ve seen you somewhere before. I’m sorry if that came out weird,” not wanting to be rude (your friends were glaring suspiciously at him), Megumi retracted his hands by his sides, gaze planted to his feet as it was considered impolite to hold such eye contact with the opposite sex – especially to a stranger. He could feel himself grow warmer despite his lack of body heat inside his heat, your mere presence prompting his undead hear to beat once more. It made Megumi step backwards, throat falling dry. “Uhm, I suppose I should turn back—”

“Would it be odd if I said I felt the same way?”

His head whipped up to yours so fast that it looked comical, and he was blessed by your amused smile. “What?”

“You feel familiar, and I wish to understand why,” At this point, the sound of his heartbeat that had long been forgotten drummed loudly in his ears, so much so that he could barely hear your words anymore. He had to stare at the way your lips moved, hypnotized at the same time as he tried to fathom what you said. “Would you like to have lunch this Friday? Perhaps we could…familiarize ourselves with one another more.”

It had been a long and painful two hundred years – but you were here – that Megumi would be insane to say no.

ROSE [006.]

Megumi made sure to be silent as he slammed the door shut, not wanting to wake his lovely wife who’d long retired to bed after a long day of work. The eminent darkness in your home told stories of how late it was this time of the night, nothing but silence and the faint cricketing of insects heard in the dead night.

Upon seeing you on the bed, soft breaths spilling from those lips he could never get enough of ravishing, his shirt doing a terrible job at keeping you modest, Megumi’s jaw clenched.

Tugging his tie off and discarding his jacket to the ground, Megumi made quick work of spreading your legs open, his breath caught in his throat because his naught wife decided not to wear anything. His fangs bared on instinct, the tent in his pants growing.

You were always tempting him – and despite being a fearsome creature, Megumi was always weak to resist your teasing.

Glancing at your peaceful face, Megumi bunched your shirt up above your breasts, your nipples hardening at his cold touch. Megumi sighed, not wasting another minute before his tongue dove into your awaiting lips that had already bloomed open, always so ready to welcome your husband’s eager tongue even in your sleep. He groaned at your arousal mixing with the tangy taste of tonight’s dinner.

Soft sighs could be heard above from you when Megumi licked a flat line from your hole all the way up to your clit, his hands kneading at the soft flesh of your thighs before he sucked generously at the pearl hidden by your hood.

You quivered in response as Megumi’s tongue finally entered your drenched core, his tongue teasing and expertly licking at the bumpy ridges of your walls. It gave him great pleasure to see his not-so-innocent wife trembling upon his hold, that even in your sleep, you were so responsive to him. Your reactions stirred him to plunge his tongue deeper into your hole that would normally be so filled to the brim with his cock, not stopping until you fisted at the sheets, cumming on his tongue.

Megumi drank at your juices like it was a thirsty man, making him chuckle a bit because he was always thirsty – both for you and the life that throbbed in your veins.

Kissing the inside of your thighs, your head fell to the side, unaware that the sheets were now stained with your arousal. Megumi hoisted himself up to press a kiss on your lips, his other hand gripping at his hardness before he slid himself in, low groans emitting from his lips when your warmth finally engulfed him.

He was at home.

He had both arms planted beside your head as he kept panting at your ear, his thrusts slow and passionate in order not to rouse you from your sleep. He knows how tired you are and he wanted his pretty wife to get all the rest she needed, but it was getting harder with each passing moment when you clenched around him, pupils blown wide the moment his nails dug into your hips.

“I am sorry to wake you, my wife,” Megumi apologized while littering kisses all over your skin, your moans now uncontrolled and breathy now that you were completely aware to receive the pleasure he was eagerly giving you. “I couldn’t help it – not when you are so heavenly laid out for me like this.”

“Mmh, take me as you wish, my love,” you groaned around him, your arms finding home around his neck as you pulled him closer. One of your legs was placed around his waist, the other knee pinned flat on the ground so Megumi could fuck into you deeper, turning you into nothing but a whining mess. “You know you can always have me whenever and however you want. If it’s you, I would never mind,” Megumi pulled his head away from your neck to gaze into your eyes instead, glowing red orbs meeting yours while his hips snapped harder. You would’ve smiled had it not been for his dark circles turning at least two shades darker, his skin gray and a little flake.

“You are pale. Have you not been feeding properly again?” Megumi intentionally ignored you, and you knew he was trying to distract you by thrusting harder into you, having never liked you to remind him of what he was. It worked for a moment, nails scratching down his back, but you cupped his cheeks you’re your warm palms, holding him tense enough that he was forced to look at you. “Megumi. Megumi, look at me – have you not been drinking well?”

“You know I refuse to.”

“You need it. At this pace you’re going at, you’re going to – ah – you might get sick and weaken, my love.”

Megumi shook his head indignantly, “I would never sink my fangs down a breathing human’s body. I refuse to give in to the demon they have made out of me.”

Your eyes softened at how those blood red eyes faltered, his fears showing through the moment his thrusts grew slower, his touch gentle against your hip. It almost felt like he was making love to you, and you gasped when his cock hit your most sensitive spot, your walls clenching and gripping around him like a vice. “You are no monster,” you told him, “Your heart is warmer and kinder than any other beating hearts I’ve come across with. You are a good person, Megumi, giving into to your hunger does not make you a demon,” when hesitance still crossed his face, you pulled him in to see the sincerity in your gaze, passionate enough to make him stutter his hips inside you. “It would be a lie if you call yourself such an atrocity when you are nothing but tender and loving when it comes to someone as fragile as I am compared to your grace.”

“I do not want to hurt you.”

“You could never, my love,” you assured him, baring your neck to him. Megumi’s eyes zeroed in on the rapid pulse visible at your tender skin, the sight enough to make his cock twitch. “Now, drink.” At your words, Megumi froze. He’d heard that same phrase before – right before he killed you by drinking you dry, and Megumi scrambled away from your hold with fear written all over his face.

Not again, not again, no, he wouldn’t hurt you – Megumi never got the chance to leave when you shushed him with a kiss, ankle buried in his back to keep him inside you. “Please, my love, let me make you feel good. I no longer wish to see you this way. Drink my blood – do it for me.”

That was enough to push him over the edge. Sending one last questioning look your way, to which you responded with a nod, eyes hazy with desire, Megumi punctured your skin. 

You cried out from the pain that added to the pleasure, and with Megumi rutting his hips fast and hard into your abused cunt that was still sensitive from your previous orgasm, your husband brought you over the edge. He came not long afterwards, spilling his seed deep inside you – one you were both not worried about since he could never impregnate you.

Megumi doesn’t stop from lapping at your wound, pulling his cock out before his lips swooped down to your breasts, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

You were both breathing hard, Megumi trying to calm down the tremors of your body from the orgasm while sucking your tits, his hand caressing the other one to not leave it unattended. Hands coming up to card through his fingers, you kissed the shell of his ear, your sweat bodies desperately clinging around one another. “Megumi,” you mumbled sleepily, “Turn me.”

Megumi stilled above you. In a split second, your husband was off you, standing at the edge of the bed with all his muscles rigid and tense, eyes blaringly red as he hissed, “What did you say?”

“Have you not thought about it?” you winced as you sat up, the discomfort apparent upon feeling both your cum drip down your ass to your cheeks. “How you will remain the same after all these years, and I will die and wither like a wilted flower? I do not wish to part from you, Megumi. That was the vow we took in our wedding – that you’d be with me my whole life.”

“Until death do us part,” he reminded you, pointing at the wedding band that adorned both your fingers. “That was the vow.”

“So you won’t turn me?” you scoffed in disbelief.

“No. You only say this because you are blinded with love, but you will soon come to regret it once you become like me. A creature of the night, fearful of the light, taking life from others to preserve yours and unable to provide warmth to my beloved – why would you ever want to be like me?”

“Because it’s the only way I can be with you.”

“Are we not enough the way we are now?” Megumi ran his hands through his hair as he sat back down, his extended claws hastily pointing at the both of you. Even through the dim lights, you could see how his face had darkened. “I am happy, you are happy. We both love each other – what else could you want?”

You gritted your teeth at his words, picking up the pillow beside you before throwing it at him. “Stop being selfish!” you exclaimed, your husband’s eyes flushing a deep shade of rose when he glared at you. “Think about me! A few years from now, my body and face will sag to the point I am unrecognizable. I will no longer be beautiful in your eyes and soon I’ll even lose the strength to cross from our chambers to the washroom. Soon, I’ll be nothing but a drained human because we are weak, and what do you do? You’re just going to watch it all. You will let me get sick and die just because you refuse to live longer with me?” you repeated his words with a scoff, tears stinging your eyes when your voice dropped a tone lower, your arms wrapped around your chest as you rocked side to side. “Do you even love me?”

“Do not dare assume I do not. I waited for you for two hundred years.”

“That is exactly my point, you no longer need to wait for me if you’d just turn me!” you bit back, full on crying at this point with little to no regard that you would wake the whole neighborhood with your discord. “I want to be with you, Megumi, forever. I’ve lost you once and you lost me too, why would you want to put us both through that pain again?”

“Because the pain of losing you will never amount to the misery you would feel once you see that this is not a glorified life,” his gaze softened, his claws retracting until his hands reverted back into its normal ones. From where you sat, you could see your husband falter little by little, his tone turning tender. “I would rather see you die and lose you again than hate yourself because of what I’ve done, even if it was to fulfill your wishes.”

Silence coated the room. Only your heartbeat and his raspy breaths were the only things audible, and when you spoke, the sound of your heart shattering followed. “You would rather see me die? You would rather watch me slip away from your grasp?”

“Yes.”

The fact that he held no hesitance in them just told you everything you needed to know. You turned away from your husband, laughing bitterly. “That makes everything clear then,” you stood up and walked past him, not bothering to cover yourself up as you trudged to the washroom. “I guess I will just continue to please you until my human days are over. Not that it would bother you though, am I correct? You could always satisfy yourself with another body while I slumber for a few more years.”

“You will hate yourself if I turn you.”

“You not need worry about that, husband,” you told him, coming out of the room with a fresh towel and cleaned legs. Megumi still hadn’t moved a muscle from where he stood, his eyes now a longing shade of blue when you burrowed under the covers, back turned away from him. “I already hate you a lot more than I could ever feel for myself.”

ROSE [007.]

Your human body was weak. You get sick and Megumi refuses to heal you, and you died in despair that he didn’t even care about you. A plague had hit your city, and you fell victim to it. After months of being isolated in your quarters until you could no longer taste food or have enough energy to even drink a sip of water, you knew you had to accept your fate.

Megumi stood beside your bed, your hand almost as cold as his when he held it tenderly, regret pooling in his eyes at his refusal to heal you. You were still so young, so fragile – yet he could never bring himself to do it, even if it was your dying wish.

“Will you really not let me live a few more years with you, my love?”

“I am sorry,” he cried out, finally breaking down despite his insistence to stay strong and stoic for the both of you. If you had enough strength, you would’ve cried too; it was the first time you’ve seen Megumi lose himself this way, and he kept sobbing into the crooks of your palm, breaths stuttered and words broken. “I truly am. I cannot do it. Forgive me – forgive me.”

“Don’t cry,” you soothed weakly, thumbs brushing his tears away. “I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to heal, my love. I’m sorry I can’t stay any longer.”

“I’m going to miss you,” he shook his head desperately, lips pressed against the weak heartbeat from your wrists as if that would magically heal you back to life. His words broke you a lot further because you both knew that maybe this is where you would end, and you couldn’t even spend that much time with him. A few months of marriage in comparison to the years he waited for you was simply unfair. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I will miss you too,” you rasped out, “I hope in the next life we meet, I’ll get to stay with you a little longer,” Your breath wracked as your chest tightened, the virus making its way all voer your body and depleting you of everything you once had.

Though young still, your cheeks had hollowed, the light leaving your eyes as your lips flattened into a thin line.

You were inherently frail next to Megumi’s unwavering health and strength, and your smile was weak – forlorn – as you gazed up at him for the last time, trying to print his features deep into your soul.

“It feels like the world is always against us, don’t you think? If so, then maybe you and I are not meant to be as we thought.”

Megumi kept kissing your hands, kissing your tears away until you said your final goodbyes, your hand falling from his onto his lap. You couldn’t stay long enough to hear him pour his love out for you the same way he stood under the pouring rain, watching as the rose placed upon your tomb he likened you with wilt and wither.

Why was it that he could never be good to you?

First, he had caused your death, and now, he couldn’t even give you a proper one. You lived an unfulfilled life. There were still so many things you wanted to do, a multitude of places you wanted to go, and you wanted nothing more than to spend a little longer with him. Even as he walked away from your grave with his dying for what seemed like the hundredth time, Megumi still couldn’t find an answer when he asked himself, should he have fulfilled your wish?

CRIMSON [008.]

Along with arising modern human civilization and technological advancements, war was bound to come. People clashed with one another until humanity was abandoned, moral beliefs thrown to the side in replacement of exerting dominance over one another.

In a way, it soothed Megumi to know maybe he wasn’t the only one who’d completely lost touch to everything he once cared about; a little comforting that people had turned to monsters as well. But this thought vanished into thin air the moment gun powder and explosions covered the once blue sky, smoke choking the fresh air people once breathed and the battlefield painted red.

Megumi watched his comrades die one by one. He’d grown tired of hearing their last wishes and he cursed at his nature, because why couldn’t he just die?

He’d taken a hundred bullets and a thousand more beatings, yet he remained his stance, pushing through the enemy’s front line like a beast. At least here, he could unleash the monster he’d tried so hard to conceal. Even if he wasn’t entirely sure what exactly he was fighting for, Megumi had enough anger to overwhelm the opponent with his presence alone.

Blood splattered to his mouth, fuelling him to keep fighting and running, slashing at everyone’s throats with a flick of his sword, the growl leaving his chest entirely animalistic.

He should’ve focused more on his task instead of being blinded by rage.

Too lost in wanting to avenge his comrades, Megumi’s sharp senses failed to hear the oncoming grenade thrown his way. His eyes widened a fraction before he was thrown away, his ribs breaking and his skin splitting apart from the impact. Megumi choked out blood; he should’ve fed properly before he got drafted in the military, but he refused, denied his needs and drank animal blood to tame himself instead.

His self-righteous need to rebuff his true nature backfired, biting him on the ass this time around. He was half unconscious when he was lifted by the rest of his commanders who’d thrown him in the medical tents before taking off to war once more.

Megumi’s vision blurred. Everyone around him paced back and forth to tend to the other soldiers lucky enough to have been brought here for a second chance at life, their voices muffled and turning into nonsense. Megumi chuckled bitterly, which he shouldn’t have done because it made him cough up a lot more blood, but could he help it? He didn’t want a second chance at life. He had never seen you again, not even a whiff of your scent, and his heart and soul had reached a point beyond decomposition that he wished to have died on the battlefield instead.

His attention was diverted when warm hands that smelled like rubbing alchohol patted his face, a harsh beam of light shone down his eyes. He winced at the light before the object was taken away, worried eyes peering down at him instead.

Megumi’s gasp was frail, too weak to manage a proper greeting because the sounds of gunshots, explosions, and final screams surrounded both of you and it was the worst setting to find you in but he was relieved – beyond relieved to see that you were there, fixing him up and muttering something he couldn’t understand. You were adorned in the healer’s uniform, your touch nothing but gentle despite the sting of ointments on his wound.

He couldn’t believe it.

“Y-you,” he managed through splatters of coughed out blood, “I found you again.”

“Soldier, focus on me! You cannot die us on now, we are relying on you to save the world, do you understand?” you snapped at him, moving back and forth at such speed that put his supernatural abilities to shame. “Do not forget your duty. Think of your family, your friends, everyone you cared about waiting for you back at home while you fight honorably in this war,” you declared, the cold scissors cutting through his uniform somewhat distracting him from the sound of your voice. “You must think of them.”

“I don’t have anyone else,” Slowly, his consciousness slipped away from his fingers no matter how hard he tried, and he sighed when your furrowed brows became a lot blurrier and unfocussed. At least you were here, he reminded himself, a small smile on his face as he did so. “Everyone I’ve ever cared about is in here in this room with me right now.”

“Live, soldier,” you commanded, teeth snapping the thread as you hastily sewed him back up. He didn’t need it, but you didn’t know that, and he actually quite liked you fretting over him like this. “Live for the future, fight to live – live for me.”

Megumi had fallen unconscious, but your words planted itself deep at the back of his head. Your words were enough to revive him back to life hours later, and he scrambled at the edge of his seat, calling for your name and searching for you with frantic eyes. Living for you was something he could fulfill, so where were you?

Before he could glance at you one more time, you had already disappeared, and Megumi was shoved back into the battlefield.

SCARLET [009.]

The forest was dark and eerie as you ran through it, the pads of your feet chafed from tireless running and hands still sore from the burn. Countless women were forcefully ripped away from homes in your village at the assumptions anyone who didn’t dare bow down to the aristocrats were devil worshippers, and you were only lucky enough to get away, though barely.

At the back of your mind, you were still screaming as you fought against the binds while they burned you, the ends of your dress tattered and burnt.

The woman that saved you, you didn’t know your name, much less get the opportunity to thank you before she’d freed you, pushing you in the direction of the mountain you were taught to fear. Although that fear vanished as you kept pushing tree by tree, completely unaware that the higher you trudged onto the fearsome land, the atmosphere grew suffocating and too dark.

It didn’t matter now, this was your only place and chance of escaping.

Too dazed in your need to survive, you failed to notice the strong stench of blood, the rotting flesh and bones scattered everywhere upon the steps that led up the abandoned castle. It had been forever since the war that led to the fall of mankind’s chance of modernization, resulting in the world falling back into the ruins that you all had suffered before.

You were panting for air just as you’d reached a few feet before the eerie, looming gate. You had to clutch on a nearby tree to catch your breath, completely aware that you were insane for going to this place as a last resort for a safe haven even if you knew that people had told countless stories to children that a blood drinking monster resided within; whether it was a story told to prevent children from roaming around at night or it was actually true, you would just have to find out soon.

But you’d grown weak, body battered and bruised, stomach deprived of its nutrients and lips cracked from dehydration.

Your legs gave out before you until your body crashed onto the ground, no longer hearing the slight creaking of the gate.

SCARLET [010.]

There was something…wet and warm grazing over your skin, the sensation tickling enough that it stirred you from your slumber. With a groan, you cracked an eye open, all the muscles in your body  chilled when the man sat before you kept wiping at your wounds tenderly, his cold blue eyes sending shivers down your spine once he’d noticed you’ve woken up.

“You are free to stay here until you heal,” he announced, his voice deep yet gentle – nothing like the stories made him out to be. You opened your mouth to thank him – for the clothes that adorned you, the glass of water beside your bed, and for nursing you despite your apparent confusion – but the legendary vampire King himself had stood up, a bowl of water and a bloody towel clutched in his hand before he retreated to the door. 

Then, he paused at the doorframe, head barely tilted your way as he warned, “Do not leave the grounds unless you wish to die. I cannot guarantee I can save you one more time.”

SCARLET [011.]

Megumi was a mysterious person. He never stayed around much, and the castle was far too big for you to ever run into him. No matter how hard you tried to meet him out of want to thank him for his unnecessary kindness, you couldn’t find him.

He mostly left you to your devices. Every morning, you’d find fresh meat, a glass of water – sometimes warm milk – and a pair of his clothes that you’d have to make do with.

You’ve lost count of time of how long you’d stayed under the castle, still terribly confused as to why he hadn’t killed you yet, much less help you. One thing was for sure, however: the infamous King who painted the skies red for years out of bloodlust was not the monster people made you believe he was. After all, what predator cared for his prey this way?

You were beyond determined to show him your gratitude, not having anyone care for you this much your whole life. Growing up in the slums and taken as a child into pleasure houses, this type of privacy and freedom was more than welcomed – a freedom you wouldn’t have ever had had it not been for him. So you stood at the edge of your window every night, a slight bounce in your steps as you waited for him to show up. You rarely ever saw him, but there was no harm in trying, right?

The clouds shifted away, giving way to the moonlight that illuminated the tall figure speeding through the gates. He’d come from hunting his dinner.

With an excited squeal, you rushed past your room with a small towel, running all the way to the lobby to greet him. Your speed put his to shame when you sprinted his way, your excited form rendering the vampire shock still under the dusty chandeliers for a moment, his muscles tensing harder when you smiled up at him.

Your gaze fell down on the blood stains at the edges of his lips. His eyebrows were pinched together, about to ask what you needed when you stood at the tips of your toes, wiping away the blood with a towel.

As he spoke, his voice was gruff and hoarse, almost as if he hadn’t made a squeak of noise for centuries. “Human,” he began, a slight irritation underlying his words, though he made no move to push you away. “Are you not afraid of me?”

“Why would I be?” you queried with a lilting tone, “You saved me, after all. The vicious monster they painted you out to be is far kinder than anyone has ever treated me.”

His eyes darkened at your implications, preventing you from completely wiping the blood away from his face as he gripped your wrists. His claws were long and dark, undoubtedly able to kill you should he wished, but you didn’t fear him, not when he still held you like you were a fragile being. “So just because a devil saved your life, suddenly they are an angel in your eyes?”

“I do not care what you are,” you told him honestly, staring him straight in his eyes swimming with emotions you couldn’t fathom.  “I care not for what you’ve done or who you are supposed to be. All I know is that you are good to me – and why else should I care about anything else other than the fact I have never felt safer my whole life? Should this comfort be in the hands of a monster, I would not question it. I would only be grateful I met you.”

He didn’t speak for a moment, his grip only tightening a bit before one of his arms wound at the curve of your waist.

There was no telling who leaned in first. You were beyond lost in pleasure when he tugged you into his arms, his lips aggressively kissing yours. You groaned at tasting the animal blood still coated in his lips and tongue, but you didn’t care.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, mattered in this world anymore as you jumped into his frame, his arms strong and effortless as he carried you into his room.

The night faded with you tangled underneath him, your clothes ripped and torn, thrown at the other side of the room while he situated himself between you. His hands were no less than zealous as he cupped and touched every curve and dip of your body, his lips never leaving yours.

You moaned when he cupped your drenched core, legs opening further as his thumb grazed over your clit. Whining at his slow teasing that contrasted with his previous needs, you sat up to kiss him harder, pushing his back with your feet to press him closer to you. Both of you groaned when his cock teased along your wet slit, just enough to give a promise of what was to come, but he held onto your hips, his kisses faltering as he panted. “Human,” he growled, “Human, stop. If we go any further, I cannot guarantee I can control myself.”

“Do I make you lose control, Your Majesty?”

“It’s been a long time,” he pulled away from you, all traces of his darkened lust replaced with nothing but softness in his gaze now. He held you there underneath him, his gaze nothing but appreciative as he drunk in your bare features.

It made your chest swell with pride to see him with fussed up hair and bruised lips like that, knowing that you were the only one who had triggered his undoing. “I am only getting back in touch with the restraint I’ve abandoned centuries ago.”

You kissed him once more, this time a lot more gentle and sensual. “Then we shall stop, Your Majesty,” he fell beside you, pulling you closer until your cheek rested above his cold chest. He had worn you out with just simple touches, and sleepiness washed over you like a blanket, mindlessly murmuring things as you traced patterns on his skin. “I wish you would stop avoiding me from now on,” you mumbled, “Sometimes…sometimes I see you in my dreams, and they feel so real,” he stiffened at your words, knowing full well what they meant. “I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.”

Before he could speak, you’d already fallen asleep, leaving him with no other choice but to sigh and pull a blanket over your naked bodies. Pressing a kiss at the crown of your head, he made a silent promise to show you another time.

SCARLET [012.]

You and the King have grown more comfortable after the not-so-subtle declaration of each of your affections to one another. In your eyes, he was your savior and the man you adored most. In his eyes, you were his precious human, his long-awaited lover, and he’d run to hell and back just to be with you all over again.

But…things were different now.

He found it hard to be explicitly pinning you down his bed to let him ravage you. Memories of your past lives, his mistakes, and all his regrets never left him once in his hellish lifetime. Funny, he found it, that the moment you were gone, the moon refused to show itself, but every time you came after a moment of forever, he feels alive all over again.

“Join me? The water is quite warm tonight.”

He merely raised his brow, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you paddle into the water. There was no proper water supply in his castle, resorting to both of you retreating to the lake deep into the forest every night. This night was no different, but as always, he refused to bathe the same time you did in fear he might not be able to hold himself back. “I have no concept of what is warm and cold, human.”

“Would you like a demonstration then?”

He scoffed, smirking at the way you wiggled your brows. He would say he missed the vulnerable, frail human that always submitted to him, but that would be a lie, since he thoroughly enjoyed how you never shy in expressing your desire for him. “If this is your plan of getting me to touch you,” the King began to discard his clothes, his cock swelling at the way your eyes darkened as he unbuttoned each button of his shirt. “I cannot say I have complaints about it.”

You smiled, triumphant in your goals.

It doesn’t take him long to dive into the water with you, his tongue slipping past your lips while he hoisted your body up, cold hands cupping your ass. Bare like this, your nipples brushed across his chest in a mind-numbing sensation, and he doesn’t stop kissing you until his cock is nestled between your ass cheeks, allowing you to feel that he could be warm in just one place only.

“Mhm – Your Majesty,” you tugged at his hair, neck naturally falling to the side as you let him suck at your skin, his fangs coming out to graze at the sensitive flesh every now and then.

“Megumi,” he squeezed the flesh of your ass, “My name is Megumi. Call me nothing but my name,” you nodded absentmindedly, unable to focus on anything else other than his hands roaming each and every skin of your body despite him having already memorized it after loving for thousands of years. He only stops when you shudder in his arms, pulling away from you with a string of saliva attached to your lips. “You are shivering. And you said the water is warm.”

“You are cold, my love,” the nickname slips effortlessly from your lips that Megumi doesn’t even get the chance to be surprised, “I cannot help it.”

Megumi groaned into your mouth, testing the waters by fingering you under the water for a moment. You clamp around his fingers, begging him to finally touch you, and when you were so good and needy for him like that, how could he resist?

He carried you both and ran back to the castle, wasting no moment as he slipped inside you, both uncaring that his bed had been soaked wet. After living an impossibly life, Megumi learned it the hard way that being immortal didn’t mean he could do whatever he pleased. Time was still precious and gold even after an abundant amount of it, and forgive him for being impatient with the way he snapped his hips to yours for it had been forever.

Watching you fall apart under him, lips parted to let out pretty moans and your cunt still taking him in so well even after so many lifetimes, Megumi only falls for you harder than the last.

He interlaced his hands with yours once he saw you desperately grabbing for something, breasts bouncing at the inhumane speed he started. Megumi’s hips were brutal as it snapped to yours, your hips bruised and blue from his strong grip, fangs bare and eyes a blood red while he fucked deep into your cunt. You gasped as you clutched onto his bicep, toes curled at the sensation he was drowning you with.

“Megumi,” you cried out, eyes shut tight from the overwhelming pleasure. “Please – mark me. I wish to be no one else’s but yours.”

Megumi growled at your words, taking both of your legs and locking them to your side. The sudden stretch exerted on your muscles made you whimper as Megumi sat back on his thighs, watching the way his cock was sucked in by your slippery walls. “I will make you mine. You have always been mine long before you were aware of it,” he stated, forcing louder moans from you when he leaned forwards, bending your legs harder before he bit your shoulder.

Your nails scratched down his back, eyes blown wide open when you saw it, saw him. Megumi kept fucking until you were crying, face flushed and damp with tears.

The ceiling of his castle disappeared as the marking he gave you brought you back to a thousand years ago, playing in your head from your first kiss, to how he had drank you dry, all the way until your marriage and from accidentally leaving him during the war.

You were crying – both from the pleasure and pain that beat down on your heart – and Megumi lapped at the blood flowing from the wound, his tongue searing against the open flesh.

“Do you remember me now?”

“Megumi. Megumi, I’m sorry. You’d been alone all this time and I was not there with you. I am so sorry.”

“You are here with me now. It is fine, my love.”

This timed, you pulled him close enough that space and distance became nothing but a myth, lips desperately moving against one another. Megumi groaned into your mouth when you clamped down on him, prompting him to fuck you harder to reach both your highs. His thrusts soon grew sloppy and your cunt was past spent by the time he came inside, painting your walls white with thick ropes of cum.

Megumi remained inside you even as his cock softened, too comfortable inside your heat to want to be anywhere else. You sighed and kissed his cheeks, his eyes, his nose, then his lips, almost worshipping his beauty and soul you’d fallen in love with over and over again.

“How long has it been? Five hundred years – a thousand?”

“Forever. It’s been forever.”

“Was it worth it? Was I worth the wait?”

“Of course you are. You always will be.”

You closed your eyes, the tears still salty on your cheeks when he kissed them away. The arms wrapped around him tightened for a moment, heart pounding in your chest as you relived your past life in that moment. “Megumi,” you whispered, “Grant me the wish you could never fulfill for me before. Please, I no longer want to live another lifetime without you.”

This time, Megumi no longer frowned upon your words, kissing you once more before he cradled your neck and jaw, those blue eyes softening like the cloudy skies you both danced under in your first lives.

“Forever, my love,” he promised, “I’ll be with you forever. Whatever it is you want, I would give it all to you.”

SCARLET [013.]

Your head rested on Megumi’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around you protectively. The halls of his castle were dark and the soft music was drowned by the screams of the angry mobs outside, their fists banging and guns blaring to tear the place down.

Time had passed and you came to understand why Megumi never wanted you to be like him. He was right – there was nothing to be glorified in becoming a monster despite the gift of immortality. This much you knew after slaughtering villages with him, feeding on parents and snatching away futures from children all to feed your thirst.

Both of you were painfully aware and burdened by the bane that was your existence, which is why you two kept dancing, not minding the fact that castle was slowly crumbling down.

You had accepted your fate. You had gotten your wish.

Megumi had lived millennia of forever’s with you that you were both satiated, happy, fulfilled. When the song hit a high note that the record broke and the chandelier fell, crashing a few feet away from you with its glass shards cutting both of your skins, you kissed Megumi one last time, his grip on your hips as gentle as ever.

The doors had opened.

Gasoline spilled from every corner of the castle, torches thrown and fire licking up everywhere. Gunshots were fired. Anger was vexed and thrown your way as you clutched onto your lover with salty tears on your cheeks, the roof falling completely open until the sun shone through. Both of you hissed through the kiss when it burned at your skin, hot and scorching enough that you just wanted to die in that moment. And you would, in just a few moments, you knew you would.

Megumi pulled away from you, his smile lopsided and sad as he pressed his forehead into yours, etching your features in his soul once more just in case he’d never see you again. “See you in the next forever, my love?”

“Only if you’ll keep waiting for me,” you grinned, and Megumi reached down to plant one last kiss onto your throne, reminding you that you were his lover, his soul mate, his Queen – his world and his everything else. Of course he’d wait for you. There was no need to ask him this – he would always wait for you.

“Of course I will,” he promised, “I will always wait for you.”

This time, you were wholeheartedly prepared for your death.

[jinxthequeergirl]

For Those You Lost

Simon Kalivoda x reader

Summary: you are forced to mourn for your friends and loved ones, and when you are given the chance to exact revenge, you don't hesitate.

Warning: SPOILERS FOR FEAR STREET 1666 basic horror violence, death, swearing, Implied that Heather was the Readers Older sister.

Consider this a short sequel to "As The World Caves in" in which i change the narritive so the reader is the one exacting revenge on Nick Goode

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You Wish you would have just died that night, even wishing you would have died in the hospital. Instead you where walking around while not only your sister but best friend person you loved where all dead.

Now you where expected to give a speech in front of the whole student body.

It was all fake, the Sunnyvaleiers didn't give a rats ass about your family and friends, they didn't care that you lost the first person you said "I love you too."

No. They where just there because they had to be.

Walking up to the podium seemed to move in slow motion, as everyones eyes followed you, some bored, some annoyed, others not even paying attention. Not a single one shared a mournful look with you.

"Hello fellow ShadySide students and Staff, and hello Sunnyvale." You started having to clear your throat to get rid of the tears that theatened to spill after catching a glimps of Simons Photo in the back.

"We are here today to mourn the loss of three people, Some of you knew them...most...didn't their names where Heather, My...sister,Kate and...And Simon...My bestfriends..." You looked up feom your crumpled note book paper and out intonthe sea of bored highschoolers.

Why hadn't you died that night?

Why hadn't you died in that hospital bed?

Why where you the one standing at that potium?

Why did you have to find the right things to say about your dead friends and family, When no one there would ever really know the truth?

Why?

Why?

Why!?

You froze the thought of Simons face right before he sacrificed himself for you flashing through your mind.

"I can't do this..." You muttered.

"FUCK YOU! FUCK ALL OF YOU! YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THEM! YOU DON'T EVEN CARE!" everyone seemed to be intrested now that you where screaming. "FUCK THE NEWS TOO, SIMON AMD KATE WHERE MORE THEN DRUGGIES YOU ASS HOLES!"

You crumpled up the paper throwing it somewhere and storming off, brushing officer Goodes hands off of you as you did so.

That night seemed so far away, now your blood boiled more as you stepped on the gas of The stolen cop car after hearing what Deena had just discovered. "Y/n! Slow Down!" Josh warned.

"Y/n..." Deena said softly putting her hand on your shoulder. "We're gonna stop him." She said in a soft confident voice. "Damn right." You said slowing down just enough to not get the three of you killed, but kept going fast enough to reach Ziggy and Devise a plan.

In the mall the five of you worked hastily to set up the trap for Goode, Ziggy glanced up at you ever now and then before finally coming up beside you.

"I'm assuming you two where close?"

You glanced up at her before quickly looking back down to tie the knot you'd been working on. "Yea...you know...mom was...well it was complicated...Heather...Heather took care of everything for me....I...being alone with our mom now..." Ziggy placed a hand on your shoulder. "I get that..Listen If we make it out of this...and you ever need someone...I Wouldn't mind the company."

"Seriously?"

She nodded, before you could say anything Josh called out too you. "They're here!" Everyone turned to the doors seeinv the nightwing killer come in hastily. You caught sight of the axe in his hand and stared for a moment.

Ziggy grabbed your hand and pulled you behind her to hide. "Ready?" She asked.

You nodded and ran to your battle station.

Everything was going fine, the plan was working you felt confident This would work You Felt like Fred Jones or some shit.

Then he grabbed Ziggy, staining her Sweater With Deenas Blood making her a Target. "Fuck..." You looked over to Josh who shook his head no at you knowing what you where about to do.

You ignored him and took off sprinting across the mall floor to the two of them tackling them to the ground. "Run Ziggy! Run!" You Yelled As Goode now wrestled you.

You gabbed your elbow into his stab wound, causing him to cry out and let you go. You got up running to Ziggy and Josh waving you to them. you barely dodged the skull mask killer ripping the sleeve of your neon stained shirt as you slid under the store gate.

He crashed against it wiggling it attempting to get to you.

"Here have it!" You yelled pulling the hoodie off and sliding it under the gate.

"You ok?"

"Yea..." You panted watching Nick Goode run to an Exit door, Deena Not to far behind. "That shit, I'm going after them." You said.

"Hang on." Ziggy said. "You can't just go out there...they might try to stop you." She said gesturing to the swarm of killers.

"I'm not just letting her go alone!"

Everyone went quiet. "I have an Idea." Martin spoke up eyeing the water guns you carried.

"Hey!" Josh yelled catching the killers attention.

He pumped the water gun before shooting them, ziggy and martin joined him, with in seconds they turned to eachother and started attacking. "That should buy everyone some time." Josh said to you.

"Stay Alive!' You yelled before Taking off in the direction Deena went stopping to stoop down and yank the Night wing killers Axe from the ground.

You followed a trail off blood down the hall and around the corner. "Deena?" She jumped turning to you, ready to stab you. "What are you doing!? Go back!" She said taking your newly obtained weapon.

"No! No way!" You said.

"Listen Ever since the other night I can't help but feel like...like I should be dead too...I Wish I had Died On that Floor with Simon." You choked rubbing away tears. "But... Simon...Simon Sacrificed himself to make sure I was Still Alive And Goode? He killed my Fucking sister...he killed simon." You took the Axe back from Deena.

"So I'm coming with, And I'm going to make sure he gets what he Fucking deserves. " You bit out.

She stared at you for a moment before nodding.

"Then Lets Kill this Asshole." She said with a affirming look. You gripped the axe tightly in your hands as you followed behind her through the tunnled.

"Goode!" She yelled hoping to scare him out from whatever hole he was hiding in.

You stopped nudging her to show her the bloody hand print on the walls

"Where the hell are you coward?"

Something jumped out from the dark taking deena down. "Sam!" She cried as sam attempted to stangle her. You tried to pull the girl off but failed, something caught the corner of your eye. "Y/n...Goode...Go!"

You grabbed the axe and took off after him you got close enough to swing at his legs knocking him down. "Wait wait please..."

"Begging? You think I'm gonna show you mercy?" You asked pinning him down with your foot. "Did you show mercy to my sister? To my friend?" The man babbled hoping to find a way out of this.

"Thats what i thought." You raised the axe and brought it down on his chest.

"This is for Heather you fucking Dick!" "Cindy Berman, Sam and kate!" You cried chopping at him with each name.

You gripped it even tighter before bringing it down on him one more time "For Simon."

You stood above him panting making sure he was gone before you heard coughing. "Sam...Deena..." You ran back to where you left them and found them hugging. "It worked?"

Deena looked up at you with teary eyes. "It worked."

"Good...good lets get the fuck outta here." You said pulling both of them up.

That night seemed like a blur really, it still hurt not having the comfort of your sister or simon around.

But Ziggy was there for you like she promised.

"Hey, I have something for you." Ziggy said as you entered the door of her house.

"What is it?" You asked dropping your bag.

"Deena dropped it off, she wanted to give it to you but she had to get going."

She held out a red hoodie to you. "Where...how did..."

You took it from her holding it up. "She wanted me to tell you it was of course washed, like a lot." She laughed. You pulled it on wrapping it around yourself, it didn't smell like him anymore but that was ok.

[mythicamagic]

Enemies to Lovers - Sesshoumaru is injured - "Lean on me" prompt

AN: Because there’s a lot of prompts to get through I probably should have/could have spent more time on this one due to the heavy subject matter buuut since in the anime Sesshoumaru only gets 11 episodes to recover from the loss of his arm, I don’t feel too guilty XD

Warning: body trauma

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Inuyasha's wench had found him around an hour ago. Unlike Rin, she'd deliberated approaching for a few moments. Unsurprising. They were still foes after all. Crimson eyes remained burning, glaring listlessly at her face.

She'd seemed to silently decide something, determination steeling her expression. The yellow nekomata he vaguely recalled belonging to the slayer was her sole companion, who growled at him warningly not to try anything. As if he would.

The miko carried a large cumbersome bag, so he assumed she'd been headed somewhere before running into him within the forest.

Kagome cleaned his wound as best she could, before binding it to try and stop the excessive blood loss. She'd then approached with the beast, proceeding to kneel beside his bloody form. Sesshoumaru remained where he was, reclined against a tree and settled at its base.

Kagome winced, arm secured around his waist after having removed his armour.

"I can't just leave you like this. Lean on me. I'll take your weight enough to move you onto Kirara."

Sesshoumaru turned his head, gazing at nothing.

His lips moved, speaking too softly for her to hear.

"What?"

He repeated himself in a tight voice. "What is the point?"

Kagome stiffened against him. Her heart thudded quicker, fear brushing his senses.

Sesshoumaru allowed his hazy red eyes to dull into empty gold, staring right at the woman.

He could survive a missing arm. Had adjusted his fighting style enough to manage.

But the Killing Perfection could not survive the loss of a leg too. His body would save him from blood loss, but his spirit lay broken, irreparable.

Kagome swallowed loudly, resting a hand on his upper thigh. His leg ended below the knee.

"T-this… it's nothing for you," she mumbled quietly. "You're going to be okay. You'll find a way to walk again."

Sesshoumaru chuckled dryly, resting his head back against the trunk. "Why do you care, wench?" he flashed sharp teeth at her. "We are not allies. Leave me."

"I won't," Kagome moved closer, grabbing a handful of his hankimono. "Listen, I might not be your friend and you've tried to kill Inuyasha more than a few times, but…" her hand shook. "But you're the strongest person I've met. If you fall, then what hope do the rest of us have?" she questioned softly. "Despite myself, I admire people like you and Kikyo. Always so crazy strong."

Sesshoumaru scoffed, gripping her hard by the hair and forcing her head down to look at the stump of his right leg. "Do I look strong to you, miko?" he hissed in her ear.

Kagome braced her hands on his available leg, twisting in his grip to look at him.

Sesshoumaru stilled.

Unshed tears lay in her eyes.

"Yes," she muttered with conviction. "So long as you don't give up now."

Sesshoumaru stared. Inky black hair slowly fell limp around his fingers. He settled back against the tree.

Kagome straightened, winding an arm around his waist again. "At least come with me to find shelter. You can't stay like this out in the open."

Sesshoumaru remained dead weight. He did not see the point in trying.

He could not hope to recover from this.

Kagome tugged and heaved at his body, his mass much too big for her to hope to move.

She sighed with frustration, blowing air at her bangs. "I'll tell Inuyasha about this," she grumbled.

Sesshoumaru blinked, sliding his gaze back to her. "I would kill you before you managed to leave."

Kagome smiled a little, patting his shoulder. "That's better. You look a bit more like yourself when you're threatening someone."

He wanted to snap at her. To snarl and bite the soft looking skin of her neck, frighten her enough to leave.

He was tired. A part of him felt content to die after his pride lay in such shattered tiny pieces.

And yet…

And yet a part of him, instinctive, strong and indomitable, refused to lay down and perish. It appreciated her continued efforts.

The thought of him hobbling about so pathetically was almost too much to bear, but Sesshoumaru closed his eyes, realising very wretchedly that this meant he did not in fact wish to die.

"We can do this," Kagome was muttering, trying to angle him enough to lay on Kirara, who pressed in close, offering assistance.

Sesshoumaru stifled a sigh, making a silent choice. He begrudgingly leaned against her, shifting his remaining leg beneath him.

Kagome gasped, "that's it!" she encouraged, helping him into a crouching position before he fell forward onto the beast. Kagome adjusted his leg, ensuring he was steady, before nodding for Kirara to stand.

Sesshoumaru did not pay attention to their surroundings, the forest passing in a blur.

If he'd just been quicker, the bull demon who had humiliated him would have perished sooner. The beast had produced a second weapon out of thin air, axe cleaving through muscle and bone. All he could do was pull back- lest he lose his entire lower half.

He felt no pain. Surprisingly, everything remained numb. His flesh was cold and clammy, and he lay as if outside of his own body.

Sesshoumaru closed his eyes, lapsing into unconsciousness.

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The scent of rain stirred his senses.

Sesshoumaru turned his head, finding himself laying down upon a strange futon that resembled a squashed cocoon. The nekomata lay behind him, keeping him warm.

Sesshoumaru blinked. The miko had found them shelter. He soon located her sitting at the mouth of the cave, looking out at the rain while a fire lay in the centre of the cool space.

When she noticed he’d regained consciousness, Kagome rose and offered some water from her strange water container.

She’d changed clothes, donning more unusual clothing Sesshoumaru was unfamiliar with. Her pants clung to her form distractingly.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, hovering close.

He tsked, passing back the water after taking a swig. “Like I have one leg and one arm. How do you think I am feeling, mortal?”

She winced, “shitty.”

“Indeed,” Sesshoumaru lay back down, staring at the cave ceiling soberly.

“Do you want something to eat?” a crunchy noise rustled from her pocket as the woman produced a rectangular bar of some kind.

He couldn’t keep the disgust out of his voice, eyeing a picture of the food on its strange packaging. “What is it?”

“A peanut butter and chocolate energy bar,” Kagome winced. “Look I don’t know how to hunt-” he scoffed, “-so this is the best I’ve got. Sorry, your Highness.”

Sesshoumaru sneered, “you may keep it. I do not eat human food. Least of all bizarre creations such as that.”

“Fine but it's your loss.”

His expression became blank, noticing her wince and start apologising for the wording. He wasn’t listening anymore though. The initial shock was beginning to wear off, and now he was more than painfully aware of the shooting pains running up and down the remainder of his leg, from stump to upper thigh. Sweat began to bead on his forehead, refusing to show his discomfort.

“...You’ve used a human arm before,” Kagome said carefully, sitting beside him and crossing her legs. “And what looked like a dragon one. By that logic, you could attach a demon leg to yours, right?”

Sesshoumaru slid his gaze to her, silently thankful for the distraction. The coming agony would be something he’d already dealt with due to the loss of his arm. Phantom limb pain was a real bitch.

“Yes,” he managed, before taking a steadying breath. He managed to arrange his features into something smirking and lofty. “Are you implying you will fetch me a new limb, little miko? How very generous.”

Kagome’s eyes turned flat. “I’m not about to go out and lop off some poor demon’s foot just to help you. But...if…” she said slowly, “if I’m attacked- which happens often because of the jewel shards- maybe I’d…”

Sesshoumaru dropped his smug expression, frowning softly.

The rain continued to pour, pelting the ground hard. It was a sobering reminder that if she’d left him to the mercy of the elements, he’d be in a much worse state.

He ran careful attention over her features. “Why?”

Kagome’s deep blue eyes held his probing stare, not a flicker of deceit in them. “I don’t know,” she admitted softly, “things can’t go back to normal for you right away- or at least, they shouldn’t. You should take the time to recover. I don’t know how the hell you managed to come after us so quickly after losing your arm. It likely wasn’t healthy for you.”

He arched a brow. Repressing every single fibre of the experience and any feelings about the fate that had befallen his left arm had worked wonders for his recovery. Granted it made sleep difficult at times, but none had ever had the audacity to lecture him about his decisions before.

“But- I also don’t want you to be vulnerable to attacks or starvation,” Kagome kept rambling. “Giving you a leg won’t solve everything but it’ll help- ah, are you burning up?” she noticed a bead of sweat roll down his temple, reaching out automatically.

Sesshoumaru snatched it mid-air, pushing up with a burst of speed and yanking Kagome down, simultaneously rolling atop her. Her back hit the ground, punctuated with a squeak from her startled lips.

Silver hair hung down, creating a curtain that blocked out the rest of the world. Those blue eyes widened, breath hitching. Their lower halves pressed intimately together, stomachs meeting as Sesshoumaru leaned closer, using his hand to brace his weight above her. A fire burned within the back of his throat, ancient, tattered pride stinging. He found that he resented her slightly. Resented her for seeing him so weak. It hadn’t mattered when Rin had found him wounded. A battered child had no relation to him. But this girl, Kagome- was an enemy. She should not have seen him thus.

“Do I seem so very vulnerable to you?” he asked in a hushed voice, mouth inches from hers. The fire crackled, rain pouring. Her breathing sounded a touch quicker, heartbeat loud in his ears. Drumming.

Against all logic, he felt her body relax beneath his. She even smiled a little, “no,” she muttered.

“Is something amusing?”

“I’m just glad you proved me wrong. I’d rather you kept acting like a jerk than look so...defeated like you did earlier,” Kagome gave a nervous giggle, gesturing between them, “uh...if you could let me up now though that would be great.”

She tried to rise, but he let more of his weight sink down upon her soft, warm body. “No, I do not think I will.”

Kagome gasped, drawing a knee up and inadvertently opening her legs, allowing him to fit snugly against her. If he hadn’t lost a limb several hours earlier that same day and wasn’t experiencing agonising, blinding pain, Sesshoumaru had to say, the feeling was enough to make him...consider something previously thought impossible between himself and humans.

As it was, he hissed a breath through grit teeth, the stump licking phantom flames of blazing fire around the wound.

“Sesshoumaru? Sesshoumaru!”

He shuddered, trying to prevent himself from crushing her beneath his weight, arm shaking.

It hurt. It suddenly hurt like hell- and nothing was working. No distraction could take him from the blistering, lonely, maddening sensation that holy fuck his leg was missing. He wanted to do something as meaningless as wriggle his toes and he could not-

Suddenly, her arms were around him. Pleasant fresh scents assaulted his fractured senses, citrusy and clean. Kagome pulled him down while rolling herself, flipping their positions.

“I don’t have anything for the pain,” her voice strained apologetically. She quickly moved off him, but Sesshoumaru wasn’t paying attention anymore. He panted, temples pounding. His body shook, pain shooting through the nerve endings in the remainder of his leg.

Something cold and wet lay over his marked forehead. Cracking the burning suns of pained golden eyes open, he watched Kagome adjust the cold compress, before checking his leg.

“You heal quick, but you need new bandages. M-maybe that’ll help until I can go home for painkillers,” she muttered, grabbing her bag and digging through it.

Sesshoumaru panted softly, seizing the fretting miko’s wrist.

“Your...scent,” he grunted.

“What?”

If he were sober he’d never request something so undignified, but Sesshoumaru kept talking, somewhat delirious now that all sense of shock had worn off. “Come here...again. I want your scent.”

Kagome’s shocked features were lost to him as the Daiyoukai hissed, squeezing his eyes shut.

The scent of citrus returned after a moment. Soft, curling locks of dark hair brushed his nose as Kagome gingerly embraced him.

Sesshoumaru wrapped an arm around her shoulders, burying his face into the black fall of citrus-scented strands. He lost himself to instinct, gripping onto the stable, pleasant sensations that took the form of Inuyasha’s wench. She let out a tense breath but soon relaxed against him, verbally assuring Kirara when the nekomata growled.

For the second time that day, Sesshoumaru unwillingly lost the battle for consciousness.

----

She was gone by the time he awoke in the morning, but the nekomata remained. She growled and hissed softly whenever he looked at the beast for longer than necessary. Kagome left a note, explaining that she’d be back soon.

Sesshoumaru had little to do except wait. The pain had become a continuous throb, which was easier to deal with but equally as irritating, exhausting him.

When Kagome returned several hours later, she produced wrapped pieces of cooked chicken from her bag, cheerfully explaining that she’d returned home. Sesshoumaru turned his nose up slightly at the food.

“I would have preferred the bird...raw.”

“Wait like freshly dead?”

“Alive, favourably.”

Kagome gaped, leaving the lunchbox with him. “That's terrible!”

Sesshoumaru stared at her flatly, opening his mouth and drawing out his tongue, transforming his features into something more monstrous and canine while placing the food into his mouth and eating it in one quick snap of his jaws. “Demon,” he muttered pointedly.

She rolled her eyes and let him finish his meal in peace.

---

They fell into an odd routine of planned visits for several days, talking about the strange things she brought back from home. He came to learn she was from the Future, of all places. They discussed its advanced technologies while she bandaged his leg.

He suspected the miko felt some sense of responsibility for him now. The thought set his teeth on edge, mildly humiliated.

When he brought up the subject of his vassal, ward and steed, Kagome shrugged and told him they’d been accepted into Inuyasha’s group for the time being. They worried about his continued absence and Inuyasha complained about having to share a space with Jaken, but bared with it. Not one person knew about his situation except Kagome, for which he was thankful.

By the end of five days though, Sesshoumaru needed to move. He began by pulling himself along the ground via his hand and knee, which proved awkward but not impossible. Next came standing, which- after many failed attempts- he finally managed to do, gripping onto the cave wall.

Walking was impossible, of course. And by the time Sesshoumaru realised the very sobering truth that he’d have to hop everywhere the rest of his life or walk with the use of a cane or crutch unless he could grab a demon leg- he wondered why he’d bothered moving at all.

“You’re standing!”

Dulled golden eyes slid to the miko, who stood at the mouth of the cave. In her arms was a large sack faintly marred with blood, and he could tell from the wrinkle of her nose exactly what it was. Surprise slammed into his gut.

“Miko-”

Kagome set the bundle down, hurrying over and steadying him when he tipped too much to one side. “Are you alright? You should be resting-”

“Give me the leg, miko.”

Kagome fell silent, eyeing his stump. He’d stopped needing bandages two days ago. She didn’t protest, merely looking at him carefully. “Are you sure?”

Sesshoumaru leaned against her, allowing her to help ease him down into a sitting position. He briefly touched her cheek, gliding a thumb there and watching it redden. His heart thudded with gladness. “I am sure.”

She nodded, soon bringing the bloodied sack over. She explained that he’d gotten lucky, as while the first two demons they’d faced in a group of three had been too large and bulky to fit his build, the third had been smaller. Inuyasha had been extremely disturbed and suspicious when she’d asked him to hack their leg off once all three were dead.

“It’s not been easy, avoiding his questions, you know. He’s tried to follow me here more than once. I managed to convince him that this leg was for my weird Grandpa.”

Sesshoumaru blinked, finding himself watching her instead of studying the leg as it was revealed to him. The miko had been astronomically helpful and considerate in all the ways one could to a demon lord. His chest felt strange. Warm, upon realising the extent of her actions for his sake.

“Well, do you like it?”

Sesshoumaru jolted, focusing on the red-scaled leg laying before him. From its scent, he knew it to be from a lizard demon. Not his first choice, but this was no time to be picky. Sesshoumaru grabbed it and pressed the severed end to his stump after aligning it. He didn’t so much as flinch as muscle and bone wove together, the process over in seconds. Kagome gaped with amazement.

When he moved to stand, she quickly assisted, pulling him to his feet. Sesshoumaru took a step and staggered, looking downwards.

Ah.

Kagome’s hand flew to her mouth. “Oh. Oh no...it's too short isn’t it?”

The height was off by a few inches.

He made to reply- before stiffening, scenting salt. “Why are you crying about it, foolish woman?”

“I-I’m sorry,” she waved it off, some tears escaping down her cheeks before she roughly brushed them away. “I just wanted it to be perfect but now you’re kind of...tilted.”

Despite the situation, a smile tugged at his mouth. A noise bubbled up from the back of his throat, escaping as a quiet laugh.

Kagome froze, tears clinging to her lashes.

“It is fine, miko. More than...fine.”

Sesshoumaru held onto the wall for support, feeling the bite of putting weight onto the leg, his stump flaring. It would take time for his body to adjust. Despite this, his warrior heart filled with purpose again, powers working to heal him. Just having the ability to walk after having it stolen away renewed his spirits.

Kagome watched him with a smile, occasionally offering aid but largely keeping her hands off. He could sense various soft emotions rolling off her in waves. Admiration, relief and something else. Something he could not name. It remained untouched and unnamed long after he left the cave behind one afternoon.

He had no writing utensils to leave a note, instead carefully tearing out a segment of his sleeve, leaving the red and white flower symbol of his family crest for her to find.

---

Kagome panted hard, catching her breath and folding down into a crouch, gripping her bow tight.

“Are you alright, Kagome?” Rin asked, closely followed by Shippo as they approached from Ah-Un, having kept away from the random attack on the village. Thankfully the hoard of boar demons had finally been dealt with, but Kagome’s nerves were shot to hell after racing around so much, trying to protect villagers.

“I-I’m fine, guys, thanks,” she smiled, looking between them both. The orphans had bonded quickly, and she felt a surge of warmth, happy they had a companion their age to talk with. It had been two weeks since she’d last seen Sesshoumaru since his disappearance, and while she loved having Rin around, it did make her worry. Sesshoumaru always returned to his group. Where had he run off too?

Maybe he went to find a better leg, she thought, taking the children’s hands and walking towards Miroku- who was helping up an old man from where he’d fallen. Perhaps he needed time to get used to walking on what’s essentially a prosthetic.

For humans- such a thing took up to one year. Demons really are something else.

Kagome’s lips curved, picturing the burning, determined gaze of the Daiyoukai.

Or rather, Sesshoumaru is something else.

“Kagome, look out!” Miroku yelled.

Jerking, Kagome sensed a lone boar youkai barrelling towards her through the forest, knocking trees aside. It was quicker than anticipated- and despite Kagome grabbing the children and trying to run out of its way, it charged straight for her, grunting, throwing its head wildly.

People were screaming her name, but they were too far away. Kagome twisted her body, pushing the kids aside and in order for her to take the brunt of the hit-

Red light exploded to life, consuming the boar demon before it could reach them. Hide and blood were caught up in the attack, leaving Kagome mercifully free from the boar's flying carnage.

She panted, shaking a little and gazing at the steaming remains of the demon. A pale figure floated to the ground, landing elegantly.

“Lord Sesshoumaru!” Rin cried happily.

“Lord Sesshoumaru?!” Jaken’s distant yell could be heard.

Kagome straightened, heart doing a funny thing in her chest. She immediately looked at his leg- finding him clad in white hakama pants and black boots. The same as always.

Blue eyes widened. He appeared completely unchanged. Somehow, he must’ve found an inhuman demon and took their leg so that he could masquerade as his usual self.

His tiny group circled around him joyously, while Kagome’s friends gathered together a little ways away. Inuyasha’s ears pinned back to his head with displeasure.

Jaken hopped up and down. “Where have you BEEN, mi lord!”

“Nowhere."

“Tch, bastard,” grumbling, Inuyasha raised his voice a touch. “Hey- you could at least thank us for babysitting your damn group while you were probably out doing power-hungry shit.”

Sesshoumaru’s gaze slid over the Hanyou dismissively, stopping on Kagome. Her breathing hitched.

“I am not here to thank you, Inuyasha.”

Kagome remained frozen as a shadow fell over her face, his head of silver hair blocking out the sun. Golden eyes replaced the burning circle in the sky, blazing and intent. Slit pupils pinned her in place.

She was vaguely aware of her friends exclaiming in surprise and alarm, thinking he meant to harm her. The sound of Inuyasha drawing his sword was enough to make her mutter ‘sit boy’ absentmindedly, paying no attention to his subsequent impact with the ground.

Sesshoumaru raised a hand, resting pale knuckles against her cheek in a slow drag down to her jaw, skin cool, clashing against her warmth. White lashes lowered, becoming half-mast.

“You’re okay?” she breathed.

“Hn, I merely needed some time,” Sesshoumaru’s low rumble melted her insides.

She cleared her throat, cheeks tinging red because of his proximity, his dark youki brushing her senses, his touch- his everything. Reaching into her pocket, she produced the segment of his clothing, the pattern of his clan. “Did you want this back-?”

“Keep it,” he closed her fingers over it, catching her eye. “You have my loyalty for what you have done for this one, miko. Keep it,” he said softer.

Kagome nodded slowly, opening her mouth to ask more-

Firm lips slanted over her own. Stiffening, she became deaf to her friend’s even louder exclamations of surprise, Miroku quietly voicing his awe, impressed.

The miko inhaled sharply through her nose, feeling Sesshoumaru’s mouth move, brushing against her own in several lingering kisses. Blushing, it took a moment for Kagome to get over her stupefaction. But then she pressed a little closer, kissing him back perhaps a little nonsensically. But it felt right. Her toes curled at the feel of him.

A low groan rumbled in his throat and his lips softened against hers, mouth parting to brush his sinuous tongue against hers.

Kagome shivered and wondered if he could hear how her heart hammered in her chest. His palm felt steady upon her back, arm encircling her waist. When they finally pulled away, their lips lingered close.

“What...what was that?” she breathed, cheeks flushed.

Sesshoumaru’s lips quirked, “that was this Sesshoumaru conveying my deep sense of gratitude, miko.”

“Funny way of thanking someone, but I’ll take it,” Kagome’s eyes glittered. She could think about the consequences of such an action later. For now, she was content to hold his gaze and keep his secret safe- for however long the prideful Daiyoukai needed.

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

HIIIIIIIIIII 👀💕

Could you ask how Russia, Germany, Spain and America would react if their girlfriend was almost kidnapped by a guy obsessed with her?

Hello to you too!

I’m gonna assume that they would be the one to prevent the kidnapping, but if that’s not what you meant, don’t be afraid to let me know.

All he heard was her scream, and that was enough to send him running.

Russia – Viktor would not be happy seeing a stranger dragging his ла́до through the front door of her home.

Viktor would calmly stalk toward the two. His face set in its typical stoic way and while reaching his hand into his coat. While his ла́до would be delighted and reaching toward him, the failure of a man would get more desperate. Tugging her harsher, and even yelling threats.

Her yelps would cause Viktor to brandish his sickle. A quick slash and his arm would be gone. Both groups would scream, while the creep would be on the ground cradling his stump. Viktor would hold his ла́до close, turning her away from the scene and whispering words of comfort to her.

Viktor would escort her into her home while pulling out his phone. A quick call later, his men would arrive to cart away the creep. He would stay with her to comfort her, all the while instructing his men to gather information on the creep and to torture him, but to leave him alive.

Once she feels safe again, Viktor would visit the creep. Having read the information on the creeper, Viktor would relay all he knows to his new victim. Reading each and every dirty sin the man had committed, each being paired with a blow from his sickle.

Before the creep passes, Viktor would be more than happy to inform him about how weak his chances were of actually getting together with his ла́до. Watching the horror and sorrow on his face would be delicious to Viktor.

There would be no finding the body, while Viktor stays at his ла́до home for a few days. This way he can ease her mind and add better security measures to her home.

Germany – Luther would be shocked; he had just gone to get them drinks and this creep was attempting to kidnap his Kätzchen right off his Zündapp KS 750.

Luther would pull his pistole out of his waistband and fire into creeper’s leg. The loud bang would resonate throughout the empty 7-11 parking lot. While the creeper screams and falls onto the ground, Luther would walk over to his Kätzchen and move her into the convenience store. He would tell her to go tell the clerk what happened while he makes sure he doesn’t leave.

While waiting on the police to show, the creeper would rattle off how Kätzchen was rightfully his. This would increase Luther’s irritation, and so he would start beating the tar out of yandere to be. Fists would move rapidly and the sounds of bones breaking would become the only thing breaking the silence of the night.

It would take the officers pulling Luther off the creep and his Kätzchen calling out to him for his anger to quell. As the freak is escorted into a police car, Luther would be sure to kiss his Kätzchen very passionately. Not only would this enrage the creep, but Luther would also enjoy getting the last word against him.

Afterward, Luther would insist that she stay at his home for a few days. That way he can ensure that any other types of freaks won’t touch her.

Spain – Armando was both furious and happy. Angered because firstly his herbs were ruined and second his Hermosa was being carried away on the shoulder of some freak. Happy because he gets to use his trusty ax.

Since the obsessive got a head start, Armando would follow behind silently. He would play with his prey for a little bit first. As he went along, as his Hermosa struggled, he would hear about how the creep would have their lives together planned and all the facts he would know about Armando’s girl.

This would get his blood boiling and would make his vengeance taste even sweeter. Taking his time to run up the path, Armando would stand in the final stretch between the creeper and his car. Axe leaned on his shoulder and standing like a proud fighter.

The shock would be the increase Armando’s joy, as the creeper would be sure that he had left Armando far behind. His grin would grow as he stalked forward and watching as the creep back up. He would then tease the creep. Taunts of how creeper thought he even had a chance with his beautiful carnation and how no matter how hard he pushes; she would never love him.

These taunts would cause creeper to drop his Hermosa and attempt to rush Armando. Well, as one could imagine, creeper stood no chance. It took only a few swipes before the creep was gone from this world.

Armando would collect his Hermosa. Though callous, he would stay with her through the night and insist that she move into his home. That way he can guarantee that his event doesn’t get repeated.

As a side note, Armando would call his boss about the incident. The reason he doesn’t get grounded is that his boss doesn’t want to risk more blood being shed.

America – The sight of his precious doll being limp and carried by a stranger would cause him to see red. Bat in hand, Allen would do the only thing he deemed necessary. Kill.

Allen would quickly stalk to the creep and snatch his doll back like a kid that had his favorite stuffed bear stolen. While the creep sits there and screams about how his doll belongs to him, Allen sets her on the ground. His anger reaching levels he hadn’t thought were possible, all because the guy rattles off things he shouldn’t know about his girl.

Once certain she was comfortable, Allen would slowly turn to the dude. A smile that is so chilling that it would cause the Joker to piss his pants. As the creep starts to concede to the pressure from the grin, Allen would act.

A charge and a bat swing would be the only thing the creep would process. Allen on the other hand would continue to strike repeatedly until nothing is left but a pile of bloody mush.

While panting, Allen would have calmed down. Though covered in blood, he would pick her up and walk to his home. Along the way wondering if anyone else is watching her and what needs to be done to protect her.

Also, since Allen isn’t going to try and hide what he’s done. He is gonna be more worried about his girl. This leads to his boss finding out and getting grounded. This may be due to the fact Allen didn’t check if the failure of a yandere died or not. So, hopefully, his doll won’t mind him hanging out or visiting him in prison. Because if she doesn’t he’s gonna force crash at her place to ease his own mind at least.

[capitol-chronicle]

Fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes, she could do this. Sneaking out to the Capitol, getting more than a little tipsy, swaggering around the training center as if she knew everything was all coming down to this. Fifteen minutes to prove her worth. Fifteen minutes to prove she was capable.

She stepped into the training center when her name was called, pausing only a minute as her eyes scanned everything she could do. So much of life on a farm was survival related - knot tying (gotta keep the cows in the pasture when a link of the fence breaks down), trap making (gotta keep the vermin from making snacks of your animals), making a fire (for keeping warm in the winter months or when outside far after dark when making camp just seems preferable), knowing what plants one could and couldn’t eat….

She blew her cheeks out, her usual bravado gone, and moved across the training center to an array of ropes. Penny gathered a few different ropes and set about setting her trap. One rope was thrown over, knots were tied. She worked diligently and with the precision years of practice ensured. It took longer than she would have liked, but she got it done and when she did, she stepped back to admire her work before turning to retrieve one of the dummies from across the room. The figure was hefted over her shoulder and carried back to the trap where she sat it back down, feet within the circle that snapped up and had the dummy hanging upside down from the trap.

“You know,” she called loud enough to be heard from where the game makers sat perched high above, “human anatomy and pig anatomy is very similar.” She’d made her way over to the knives display as she spoke and plucked one that looked fairly close to what she’d use at home before returning to the strung up dummy.

In one smooth, swift move she cut an incision downwards from groin to where the ribs met. A sticky red substance began to spill out and Penny recognized it as a substitute for blood. Human blood. She tried to ignore that notion. “One difference though is that pigs’ ribs are made of cartridge. Ours aren’t.” She shrugged as if it meant nothing, cutting through the simulated skin and pulling skin back to reveal the ribs. “Regardless, the heart should be,” she tried to ignore the feeling that pulling the ribs apart caused in her, “right about, here.” She reached her hand into the space she’d created and pulled out a bloodied hand with what was made to mimic an actual muscle. “Sorry buttercup,” she commented as she dropped the heart back into the abdominal cavity.

She dropped the knife to the ground haphazardly and wiped her hands on the pants of her training uniform. She didn’t have much time left, her butchery having taken another handful of minutes. She made her way over to the axes and grabbed one up, giving it a quick throw just before her time was up. “Seven’s not the only one who knows how to use axes.” She called over her shoulder as she made towards the exit.

[scoopsahoy]

hi 🥺👉👈 i was wondering if u could do something like during the whole dead pool thing, the mute kills reader's mom and she escapes after getting cut on the leg. derek is driving and she runs out in the road and stops him and he takes her to his loft and patches her up?? he tells you you're on the dead pool and you reveal you're a nymph, the kind is up to you

ぺ tw ⋰ blood  ,  injuries  ,  death

❍ cw ⋰ none :)

✰ word count ⋰ 925

✐  masterlist

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You sprinted with a limp down the road of your neighborhood, leaving a trail of blood behind you. Every ounce of pressure you put on your right leg caused a shockwave of excruciating pain to shoot down your leg all the way down to your foot.

You were going to bed when you heard your mom scream. You immediately ran to her room to see a tall, skinny, bald man standing over her with a bloodied axe. When he turned to you, confusion clouded your brain.

He had no mouth. None. It was just flesh that covered where an opening should have been, and he had small eyes.

He threw the axe at you and it grazed your thigh, making you scream out. You ran out of your house, and that led to you running barefoot down the street. It had to be past midnight, and there were practically no cars around.

When you got to a main road, you spotted headlights and picked up the pace, practically diving in front of it.

The driver slammed on their brakes before they put the car in park and got out, running over to you.

He was a bit taller than you with black hair and a black beard. He let you grip his shoulders, covering his shirt in blood as you took your weight off your leg.

“Are you okay?” he asked. He glanced down at your thigh, seeing it dripping with dark red blood. “Come on.” He helped you walk over to his car, easing you into the passenger seat. He ran back to the driver’s side and immediately booked it down the road. “What happened?”

You whimpered as you adjusted your posture.

“I was about to go to bed and someone broke in. He-He killed my mom and threw an axe at me.”

“An axe?” You nodded. “What did he look like?”

“He was tall, bald-”

“No mouth?”

You looked over at him. “What- How did you know that?”

He stopped talking and you decided to just look at the road.

—

Sitting on the foot of the man’s bed, you’d stripped your ruined pajamas off and thrown them on the floor. He knelt in front of you, cleaning blood off your leg and applying a bandage.

“Y/N,” you winced, making him look at you. “My name. It’s Y/N.”

He looked back down at what he was working on. “Derek.”

“Well, Derek, are you gonna tell me how you knew he didn’t have a mouth?”

He sighed, beginning to wrap your leg in an ace bandage. “It’s hard to explain.”

“Is he the guy that’s been killing all those people?”

He nodded. “I think so.” Looking back down at your leg, he finished bandaging you up. “You should be good. That’ll help with the bleeding.”

He stood up and walked over to the table, wiping his hands on a wet towel.

“You’re not very talkative,” you chuckled as you pushed yourself to your feet with some struggle. You walked over to stand next to him and he looked at you.

“You should sit back down.”

You shrugged. “It’ll be fine.” You leaned against the table. “I’d like to be filled in.”

He crossed his arms. “I don’t know why he doesn’t have a mouth. Not yet, at least. But I might know why you’re being targeted.”

“Why?”

He pulled out a list and unfolded it. “What did you say your name is?”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N Y/L/N?” You nodded and he skimmed it, landing on your name and looking at you.

“You’re on it,” he said to Derek.

“On what?”

“The dead pool.”

“What, like, a kill list?”

“Yep.”

You looked at him, then at the list.

SEAN WALCOTT   250,000

DAVID WALCOTT   250,000

MICHAEL WALCOTT   250,000

CHRISTINA WALCOTT   250,000

LYDIA MARTIN  20,000,000

SCOTT MCCALL  25,000,000

DEMARCO MONTANA   250,000

DEREK HALE   15,000,000

Y/N Y/L/N   20,000,000

CARRIE HUDSON   500,000

KAYLEEN BETTCHER   250,000

KIRA YUKIMURA   6,000,000

ELIAS TOWN   250,000

You walked back over to the bed and sat, your eyes glued on ‘Y/N Y/L/N  20,000,000’.

“Why am I on it?”

“This is gonna sound like a weird question, but are you... any kind of supernatural?”

You furrowed your brows. “Supernatural?” He nodded. “Uh... I... Why-”

“You can trust me. Everyone on this list is, too.”

“Maybe I am.”

“What are you?"

“A nymph.”

He raised his eyebrows. “What kind?”

“Hamadryad.”

“I thought Hamadryads were attached to trees.”

“We can be. We’re all bound to a certain tree, and when the tree dies, we die with it. But that doesn’t always mean we’re attached.”

You winced as you scooted back on the bed. He looked at your leg. “Can you heal yourself?”

“I have to go back to my tree to do that.” You looked back up at them. “So what are you?” you asked, glancing at him. “You’re worth fifteen million.”

“Werewolf,” he answered nonchalantly.

You nodded. “That’s where I know the name Hale from.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve met your uncle. Peter, isn’t it?” He nodded. “He got blood on my tree once. I made him wash it off.”

He chuckled. He walked over and sat next to you. “I’ll protect you,” he said.

“Why?”

He looked at you. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“We just met.”

He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you.”

“Of course.”

“You’re gonna have to drive me home.”

“Not tonight. He knows where you live.”

“I don’t want to intrude.”

“You’re not. I’m offering.”

Your smile grew bigger. “Okay. As long as I can borrow some pants.”

[morosemagick]

You, My Everything | Finan x Reader OS

This is a Sequel to This Prompt: You Deserved Better, But So Did I.

Warnings: Blood. Pregnancy

Words: 1688

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You should’ve told him about the baby.

It was there, on your lips, almost every day you knew for the first month. You weren’t even showing, there was no way he’d find out on his own. All you had to do was say the words, I’m with child, and maybe he would’ve stayed. Maybe he would have loved you. Married you.

Anything would have been better than this.. than being alone.

It hurts to be alone, like this. More than you've ever thought it would. You always thought this was how you ended up anyway. Alone with no one to love you… but then, you met Finan.

What started off as an alehouse romance turned into… well, romance.

He was kind. Kinder than any man you have ever met. Finan was so extraordinarily caring and affectionate. Bringing you flowers, walking you home, the way he would fuck you so hard he once broke your bed-

It was everything.

You thought it was love.

Apparently, not.

The night you broke it off you originally wanted to tell him the truth. You were going to tell him about the child, how you loved him so much and that the idea of having a family with him once made your heart sing, but then he told you he was leaving. It hadn't been the first time he had gone to war since this thing started between you, but the fear of losing him on the battlefield while alone with his child was unbearable.

So you broke it off, thinking it was the best thing and it was far from it.

You don't know what made you think you'd be able to find some sucker that you could trick into marrying you and that you were carrying their child but you tried.

Yet every time you imagined someone else raising this child with you, you realized you were making a terrible mistake.

When you are three months, you start to show. It was small, like you had overeaten, but it was there. On your saddest days, you held your little belly and promised the child growing inside you that you would always love them. That you would never leave them. It makes those bad days a little easier.

Then at four months, you're a little bigger and it's harder to hide. People in Coccham know you're unwed. You feel their eyes judging you as you walk from your job at the alehouse back to your home. It does not matter, though, because you will do everything you can to give this child the world.

As you reach your home, you go to open your door and you realize it's cracked open a touch. It scares you, making you pull out a small dagger that Finan gave you long ago for protection.

Very slowly, you walk inside, calling out to whoever may be there, "I know someone's in here! You need to leave, or I will be forced to hurt you!"

"I doubt you can hurt me anymore than ya have," A familiar Irish accent chuckles and your heart stops, "but you're welcome to try."

"Finan?" You're jaw drops when he walks into your main living space from your bedroom, and you realize he's covered in blood and holding his arm, "What happened to you?"

"Bastard Danes got me good," Finan chuckles as you take a step closer to him, "but you should see the other guy."

"Why are you here?" You ask, stupidly, scared your words will scare him away, "Why come to me?"

Tired eyes scan across the room before making their back to you, and his shoulders raise in a shrug, "I am not sure. This is where my feet have taken me."

You take another step, not sure if you're saying or doing the right things, "After everything I said," you chuckle under your breath, licking your dry lips, "I am still your first stop when you come home."

"Maybe my feet still think this is their home," Finan chuckles softly making you smile.

He's panting by the time you're in arms reach. You're trying really hard to keep it together, but seeing him all beat up like this worries you, "Let me clean you up, at least," you tell him, reaching out to touch his bloody face slowly. The moment he melts into your touch, your eyes start to tear up, "I'll take care of you."

Finan nods, his eyes glancing down until he finally notices your belly, "You're with child?"

When he looks up his face looks more hurt than it did before, "Yes, it's-"

"I should leave... before your husband gets home," He tells you as he attempts to walk past you, but you grab his arm to stop him from going, "Y/N, I shouldn't have come-"

"I am not married," You tell Finan as glances back at you, "Please… stay. I'll tell you everything."

"What is there left to say?" Finan questions you as his eyes become red, "You carry another man's child."

Now it's your turn for your eyes to go red and blurry as you furiously shake your head no, "The child is yours."

Finan looks betrayed as he slips his arm from your hand, "You told me to leave…"

"I did-"

"You said you wanted another!"

"I lied!" You cry out as the tears fall fast, "I lied Finan, I do not want anyone else!" You hold your belly for comfort, because it is all you have to hold, and you tell him the truth, "You are my everything. I may not deserve your love.. but you will always have mine."

He glances away and takes a deep breath as he tries to process everything you've told him, "Why did you tell me not to return if you say you love me?"

"Because I am a coward," You shrug as the tears keep coming, "because for three years this was only sex and then one day I woke up and I realized I loved you, and I was so convinced if I told you.. you would not feel the same," Your eyes close for a moment as you take a deep breath, and open when you say, "I should've told you about the child. I was going to, and then you told me that you were leaving. I was scared and a coward, and I am sorry."

Finan just stares for a moment or two, looking at you, and then away as silent tears run down his bloodied cheeks. It takes him a few moments, to process, and part of you thinks he's definitely going to leave you. When he does finally look forward, he does not look at you, but at your belly, "This is our child?"

His hands reach out to cup your protruding bump as you respond, "It is."

It does not bother you when dirty hands drift from your belly to your waist, closing the gap between you as you melt into each other's arms. He holds you and it feels so good. Completely unbothered by the dirt and blood.

"I betrayed your trust," You whisper as your arms wrap around his neck and you bury your head into his shoulder, "I'm so sorry."

"It is my fault, Y/N," He answers with a soft voice, still not ready to let go "I should have never given up so easily."

"I told you to go…"

"I should have never left," Finan pulls his upper half away so he can look you in the eye, "Not without telling you how much I loved you."

You hear the way he's said loved and knew he means no longer, "Will you take the child from me? Now that you know-"

"No, I would never," He shakes head, seemingly surprised by your response, "Why would I take my child from their mother?"

"Because I am an unwed woman with nothing to her name, carrying your bastard?" You shrug as the tears return and to your surprise, he chuckles.

"I will not take the child," Finan tells you with a smile, lifting one hand to wipe away your tears, "But we will have to do somethin' about you being unwed."

You look confused as he brushes a strand from your face, Finan's hand remaining on your neck once he's done, "I don't understand."

"I should have asked you this three years ago," Finan smiled softly as his next words fell out like a whisper, "Marry me, Y/N."

"You want me to- are you sure?" You question him, shocked as the tears build up once more, "But I do not deserve you after what I've done."

"We will work on fixin' this broken trust between us, but Y/N, you are all I will ever desire," Finan leans to kiss you, his eyelids lowering as he moves in, "and you are all I will ever need."

The kiss feels like a lifetime coming, you had no idea how much you missed his touch and taste until his mouth was on yours once more. You're pulling him as close as you can without hurting him or yourself, not ready to break it just yet.

And when you do, your next words will be ones you will live by for the rest of your life, "I spend the rest of my days proving my love to you."

"And I will never leave you lonely again," Finan promises you as he kisses you again, his hand on your waist moving back to your belly, "Neither of you."

And it's true. He is there for everything, every moment, from the rest of your pregnancy to the day you give birth. Finan is at your side as you bring your first son to life, and he is there for every birth for every child the two of you have throughout your marriage. And when he must leave to carry his oath and serve his lord, you do not fear, because you know he will do everything in his power to come home. It Is the promise he'll always fight to keep.

Finan, your husband.

Your everything.

[captain039]

Don’t let me go

The huntsman x reader

(Snow White and the huntsman, Chris Hemsworth)

Warnings: Gore, ABO, light swearing, magic things, light angst, idk

You stared at the world around, the voices screeching in your ear, telling you what to do, who you should be. The ground was cold and wet under you, your back soaked in mud and the rain pouring down on you. You struggled the breath, struggled to move so they didn't catch you. Why’d she want you dead? The queen doesn’t know you, doesn’t know anything about you and suddenly it’s your death or nothing. You didn’t know you could run that fast, being mere miles away from the dark forest had its benefit of nobody venturing into your small town, yet the queen was so angry she sent her brother after you. Unsure of what you did you fled, trying to save your family and village.

You eyes had gone blurry, the trees moved to you with their pointy branches, the sky was so grey and groggy it made you sick.

You closed your eyes savoured the earth under you as it might be the last you ever feel it.

Your body jolted though, you were being moved you figured this was the end till warmth spread through you.

“Come on” you heard a voice, deep and soothing almost despite its grunting.

“Wake up!” You heard a more feminine voice this time and frowned seeing a figure to your left. You stumbled in the persons arms, gained your feet and ran with them.

You neared the edge of the forest, your mind still fuzzed, a huntsman by the looks and a young woman, you didn’t know who she was.

“We mean you no harm” the young woman spoke and you frowned lifting your head seeing women in boats, you hadn’t even noticed them.

“What’s wrong with her?” They asked and you frowned.

“She’s been exposed, it’ll pass” the man spoke by your side and you frowned at him.

“Exposed?” You said almost drunken like.

“Get in” the woman said as you were led into the boat.

You awoke, warm and dry on a bed with a sheet over you. You opened your eyes slowly it was dark out, the only light from the flames by the fire.

“Ah there you are” you groaned sitting up as a woman helped you.

“Easy now dear” she said her voice kind.

“What happened?” You mumbled mind rushing back.

“You passed out in the boat” she said and you nodded rubbing your eyes.

“Why- why did the queen want me?” You whispered shifting so your feet hit the floor. You stood and stumbled but the woman sat you back down hushing you gently.

“My mother’s dead! My brother- I” you shook eyes blurring with tears.

“It’s alright child” she pulled you close, she held you, her scent that of an aged beta, calming.

“You’re awake” you frowned looking to the huts door and seeing the young woman.

“Thank you for helping me” you said wiping your eyes quickly and pulling away from the woman.

“The queen wants you too” she walked in and stood by you.

“Why she want you?” You asked, she didn’t look like anything special, beautiful sure, but just an ordinary girl.

“I’m the kings daughter” you froze at her words.

“Princess?” You muttered and she nodded.

“Why did she want you?” She asked and you shrugged.

“I don’t know” you mumbled.

“You’re special” the woman beside you spoke and you looked to her.

“How?” You said confused.

“You’re an omega” you frowned at her words that wasn’t uncommon?

“There’s omegas everywhere” you sighed thinking she was just suddenly insane.

“No there’s not” you stared at her confused.

“The queen executed them, your homes by the dark forest yes?” She asked and you nodded.

“She won’t go near that place, she has no power there” you tried to process, you really did.

“I left the village to get a cow from the market, I disguised myself as my brother” you muttered. Your brother was ill, you’ve been acting like him from time to time when going out, safer to travel.

“Someone would’ve caught you” she whispered and you clenched your fist, nails digging into your palm.

“Damn it” you said eyes watering again as you realised the whole fate of your village laid on your shoulders, they were dead, you watched the flames as you ran, the slaughter.

“The huntsman was after me, he had a change of heart before he found you” the princess spoke.

“A change of heart?” You almost scoffed.

“He’s a huntsman” you said.

“They don’t have hearts” you stared at the fire, memories flooding back.

You laughed while your brother chased you around the village, the older ones laughing as you both caused a ruckus.

“Y/n! Oliver!” You turned to your mother’s call and laughed as you both ran over trying to trip each other.

“Ah goodness ya both a mess” she sighed as you heard a horse approaching. Your mother looked up her eyes wide with tears in it. You looked too your heart pounding at the sight of your father.

“Daddy!” Your brother called running to him as he dismounted and embraced your brother tightly.

“Little Olly” he said as you walked to them.

“My little princess” he whispered cupping your cheek.

“Come here” he said softly and you wrapped your little arms around his neck.

“I missed you both” he whispered as he let you down and embraced your mother.

“They’ve grown” he chuckled to your mother who nodded with tears in her eyes.

“Look at you!” He knelt back down cupping your cheeks.

“Bigger than your brother” he chuckled as Oliver pouted.

“You’ll be a big man one day son don’t you worry” your father pet his cheek with a big smile. Time froze though as he jolted, an arrow through his heart. Screams rang out and the slaughter began. You were carried, torn away as you watched your father die. You were hidden away before it all stopped. Your mother bloodied but alive as she held you both close.

“Never trust a huntsman” she whispered.

“Men like him have no heart nor will they” you said.

“You-“ the princess began to speak but the loud cry tore all your gazes outside.

“Quickly!” The woman grabbed you both and ran out the back, the huts ablaze with fire and the queens men tearing the village down.

“Come now!” The women herded you out the back, through the water and to the boats.

“Huntsman!” The princess said as you saw him coming through the tall grass.

“Go!” The woman cried pushing you towards him.

“Wait-“ you said as she shook her head.

“Go now!” You tan with them both through the tall grass.

You ran for ages it felt like, your small rest reminding you of how exhausted you truely are.

“I can’t-“ you collapsed legs aching, chest burning. You laid on the grass, took in deep gulps of air trying to sooth the burn.

The princess and the huntsman stopped, the princess panting the and huntsman by your side.

“Go away” you said flinching as he went to touch you. He frowned at your words his blue eyes saddened.

“We need to keep moving” he said as you felt your heart finally slow down.

“She’s exhausted” the princess said coming to your side.

“Give me a minute” you mumbled as she handed you a canteen. You sighed drinking the water in it. You sat up slowly before nodding.

You moved for till the morning came, you were tired, legs trembling at each step, you weren’t use to running away. You froze though when something went around your foot and you were all hoisted up. Your back hit the huntsman sand you grunted as you tried to gain awareness.

“Beith” the huntsman sighed as you frowned seeing dwarfs around you.

“Ah Huntsman!” A dwarf said.

“Fancy seeing you out here” he added as you looked around but not spotting the one who spoke.

“You got two pretty little things by your side now huh?” You glared at the dwarf in front of you despite him not being the one who spoke.

“I think she might kill us” the dwarf said as you grunted and squirmed.

“Stop moving omega it’s no use” the huntsman sighed as you struggled.

“Cut us down Beith” he added.

“Do it” you heard another dwarf.

“It’s the princess” he added and you glanced to the princess.

“I have seen it” he muttered.

“Argh cut them down” you assumed Beith said as you landed on the ground harshly, your neck cramping along the way.

“Piss off!” You snapped as a dwarf came over.

“Alright!” He said hands up. You scrambled with your ropes before standing on your feet.

“She’s the one” you frowned looking to the princess who knelt in front of a blind dwarf.

“The darkness will end” he added smiling.

You traveled with the dwarves to the sanctuary, a place you’d never seen, fairies and little critters running around the lush grass. You smiled at the little rabbits running about, fluffy coats and little tails.

Night fell and you finally had a chance to lie down, Snow danced with Gus while the others sang. You had your back to the fire, holding the blanket close as tears silently fell from your eyes. Caught up in this mess for being an omega, your brother was one too, though he grew ill. Thinking back to everything you realise you were the only two, your mother coated your scents every day and night, she always told you, you needed to be careful around everyone, be on you guard.

You flinched when someone covered you with something.

“I’m not going to hurt you” you stared at the huntsman as he held a fur up.

“You were shaking” he said softly lying the pelt down over you.

“What’s it to you” you snapped with a hush voice.

“I don’t know what you think I am, but it isn’t right” he said and you glared.

“You’re a heartless man with an axe” you snapped.

“Monsters” you mumbled as you watched the hurt flash again. He sighed and sat back down, you kept your back turned as you tried to ignore the feeling in your stomach.

You watched your father die again, slowly, the arrow through him then an axe in his head, tearing his soul away as he fell. The Huntsman tore through your village, tore everything up before they left with their small victory. You cried violently over your fathers dead body, blood tears running down his eyes.

“Wake up!” You frowned as somebody shook you a voice echoing.

“Wake up! You shot up your dagger close as you looked around panting.

“Easy” you held your knife towards the huntsman as he held his hands up.

“You were crying out in your sleep” he said and you gulped. You had a layer of sweat covering your body, tears in your eyes. You lifted yourself and headed to the first ignoring his calls.

You pushed past trees and darkness before you fell to your knees and cried. You didn’t hold it back, didn’t silence it, you cried and cried till tears became streams. You heard someone approaching, cursed them as you knew who it was.

“Go away!” You cried turning to him.

“Leave me alone” you whispered as you felt him wrap his arms around you. You sobbed softly hesitant and struggling before leaning back into the embrace.

“Just let it out” he whispered as you cried softly. You held the arm around your shoulders, gripping his flesh.

Your tears dried and he sat back and made you sit back with him. You laid back against his chest looking at his boots outstretched besides you. His arms rested around your waist so you couldn’t leave, you stared at the moon in numb exhaustion.

“My father came home from a merchant trade” you began softly.

“I was five, my brother was four, he came off his horse and told us how big we had grown, embraced us before an arrow went through his heart and an axe in his head” you felt him tense behind you and you swallowed a lump in your throat.

“Huntsman had come through to kill our village leader and claim it as their own for their queen, they slaughtered and burned my village before leaving after their message had been heard that the village was owned” his grip tightened a little as you stopped.

“The queen was clouded by grief, she raised an army of children into Huntsman, she had one rule, to never love” he said.

“I fell in love, it cost me her life and others, so I escaped” his voice croaked a little and you held one hand over his.

“We were reckless ready to escape, but she died and I was sent out with grief of my own” you kept looking at the moon as he spoke, he was warm against you, comforting in a way you didn’t want.

“She wasn’t mine though, maybe we were desperate to feel something, it wasn’t the same feeling as- as this” he spoke softly and your heart raced in your ears as he spoke, you felt it too.

“What is this? I don’t know you” you said broken.

“I don’t know what this is, but I won’t let it go” he said as you felt a single tear drop.

“I won’t let you go” he muttered.