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mrmeowski · 1 year ago

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˚✦𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥✦˚

Synopsis: You are a well-known vampire hunter throughout your little village. Bravely slaughtering bloodsuckers left and right without breaking a sweat. An anonymous letter summoned your attention and mentioned that there was a castle deep within the forest where legends of an ancient vampire lived. You went into the woods since you're a furious hunter. Expecting a brief hunt, you instead encounter a lone individual who has succumbed to a mortal creature like yourself and has no intention of leaving you alone.

CW: Suggestive, dry humping

Pairing/s: Diavolo x GN.Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

You've heard stories about this man from townspeople and friends, but no one knew where his castle was until a letter addressed to you arrived. Nobody has seen him, but everyone fears him. Who won't be? Most people will be horrified by the idea of a fanged beast hungry for human blood. Not you, though. You hunt these filthy creatures for a living; you're the town's only beaming hope, and you won't back down from the individual's request, and you won't return to the warmth of your bed until you've reassured the townspeople that they don't need to be weary whenever they step outside the safety of their homes, especially at night.

According to legend and the anonymous informant, the creature was well-versed in knowledge and possessed enough power to devastate humanity. He endured many centuries and wars, and he was dreaded by everyone, including his fellow vampires. Someone said that he is the Blood Prince.

You took a deep breath and strolled into the intertwined woods. The moonlight cannot pierce the huge trees that shadow your route, yet you decide to go through anyhow. When darkness falls, the bloodsuckers are at their most active and, unfortunately, powerful. It could have been a mistake, but the chances of meeting him are greater in this case. As soon as you entered the woodland, you sensed a minor disruption in the aura, similar to that of a vampire. You may not have magic, instead, you have the ability to sense the presence of supernatural energy which is helpful in situations like this.

The forest was enormous, with an abundance of woodland creatures of various sizes and hues. As you continue your journey, you can't help but feel prying eyes burning holes in the back of your head. Shadows move in your peripheral vision. It was unsettling. The look was strong. The woodland had been eaten by something supernatural, and you couldn't pinpoint its exact origin. It was upsetting you so much that it caused the hair on the back of your neck to stand up like no other experience had before.

Finally, after what felt like hours of simply wandering through the forest, you realized the stories were true; a glimpse of a castle towered beyond the woods. You stared in awe. Never in your life of chasing bloodsuckers have you seen an actual castle. You merely resided in a small town and traveled around in semi-large villages. It was surreal to see it in person; you had only seen it in textbooks, and even then the images were not clear. When you recovered from your initial shock, you entered the gates, which seemed to welcome you considering the inhabitant had left them wide open.

The enormous castle had been swallowed up by the lush green flora, and it felt lonesome. Even when you were in front of the oak doors, you began to doubt that anyone was inside, but your Insight told you otherwise. You couldn't help but admire the exquisite wooden carvings on the exterior of the door before pushing it open, creaking loudly. The sound echoed through the old structure's lonely, frigid hallways. You began by taking slow steps while attempting to see through the thick blackness.

The candles were not lit, and everything was covered with a thick layer of dust that you could practically sneeze. It may appear deserted and abandoned, but vampires are drawn to these locations because they believe no one will ever return to live there again. You were worried that there might be more than one person residing in this location and could overpower you. That concept scares you but you bare no mind to it.

You continued your search for the aforementioned man in this deserted castle when you approached a large area resembling a ballroom where major parties and other royal events take place. You couldn't help but ponder about the location and its history. What was this place like before it fell into ruin? Why was it left in ruins in the first place? There are numerous secrets surrounding this location, and your intense curiosity is devouring you on the inside.

"Don't you find it impolite when intruders break into your domain, [Name]?" A thunderous voice boomed through the vacated space, making you flinch and look about in a split second. Empty, just you—wait, how did he have your name? "The town detests and fears me, yet someone among their own blood still dares venture into my abode? They are either foolish or bold. Even the most highly skilled hunters cringed each time they heard my name." Unbeknownst to you, he hid in the shadows, examining your bewildered face as your eyes wandered around. "I'm pleased that you're a bit of both, perhaps that's why you captivated me." A low chuckle left his lips.

Captivate him... what does he mean by that? However, this was not the time to listen to whatever words the miserable monster said. Each passing second is crucial.

"Show oneself, bloodsucker!" You snarled at the cowardly monster, clutching the enchanted blade you'd always used to repel his kind.

Your knuckles had turned white from your tight grip and anxiety. He can't help but crack a grin as he observes things unfold. A miserable little human who believes he can be defeated with an enchanted lump of metal, just like all the other vampires you've faced in the past.

"Please do not refer to me by such unpleasant nicknames; it hurts me when you do. Call me... Diavolo, please." With that stated, a looming shadow emerged before your eyes, shaping and shifting into the image of a man. Even though it was pitch black, his intense golden eyes cut through the darkness. "I've heard countless whispers about you, [Name]. You have quite the image, you know? My kin both resents and dreads you, my dear! You ought to consider that as a compliment..." He walked forward, and your body instinctively stepped back, as if your hands were unable to do anything along with your body that had planned on going into flight mode. "In fact... I've been watching—for some time lately. Whenever you think you're alone, I was somewhere... in the corners." As you backed away, you hit a table, leading you to look back.

Before you realized it, a hand grabbed your chin and compelled you to gaze upon him.

"What's exactly your point in this, Diavolo?" Your tone was full of anger, and you particularly spit the words directly into his face, making his chest clench.

He expected such a reaction, but it still pained him.

"My point?" He repeated the query, as if surprised that you hadn't caught on. "Isn't it somewhat evident my dear..?~ Think about it... why would I, a century-old being, care to track you out and then not dare raise a finger upon you?" He hummed, tipping his head to the side.

"Uhm... 'cause you're bored—"

"Now, now—do not mislead yourself with such fantasies!" Gritting your teeth, you sought to puncture his chest with our near contact, but he stopped grasping both of your wrists with one hand. He continued talking as if you didn't just attempt for his life, "You see my mere mortal friend, it appears that I've developed an interest in your captivating nature! I could not determine precisely why, but even if I did, I'd rather keep it a secret. Mysterious is part of my attraction~" He winked at you, and you shuddered in disgust.

"If this is your way of luring me into letting down my guard, I will not fall for it!" You rolled your eyes in front of the alleged vampire, who was reputed to be the strongest creature to ever grace the face of the earth.

He was unable to help but sigh in disappointment at your insistence.

"Have I not advised you not to believe things that are false?" Despite the dim lighting, you could make out a tan-skinned figure with rich ruby locks, a cloak that was black as midnight with glistening golden eyes, and features etched with an inscrutable frown.

Although he had a solid grip on your hands, you could still move your legs. All you bother about at the moment is eradicating him for good, and you use all of your willpower to exploit the weakness of every male living creature. With a single kick, you knocked the man to the ground, his hands moving down to his throbbing groin. Groaning and snarling, you used the chance to strike him in the head with the blade in your hand.

Like a flash, he pounced and had already pinned you to the ground, hands up on your head. Unfortunately, your legs were now pulled down by his shin, prohibiting you from using the same method. Your gaze shifted to the roof of the room before returning to his snake-like eyes, where you noticed he was wearing a shit-eating grin. It felt almost surreal way he looked down on you.

"You believe this deplorable thing could destroy me regardless of whether I allow you? Some of my more fragile brethren won't, yet I will. Thus, why don't you cease making an attempt for my life and rather... engage in an innocent conversation with me? I assure you, so long you avoid wielding that lump of steel you consider to be a dagger, then I shall not harm a hair on you. Unless you're into that~" Your eyes widen as you realize what he's referring to, and you can't help but curse right in his face.

"You disgusting pervert! I'll shred you apart as many times as I desire until—" Before you were able to finish your sentence, the man smothered your mouth, his coarse skin pressing over your tender ones.

"Or perhaps you aren't... hmph, we'll figure out shortly enough what you're akin to~ Albeit as I stated, all that I desire is a simple connection about anything! You see, my beloved [Name]... I've felt rather empty for generations and nothing was unwise enough to stop by my lovely residence for sooo many years." He leaned closer, his chilly breath breezing across your cheek as he inhaled your perfume.

He brushed his face into yours, letting out a deep purr. You can't help but ruin his mood by punching him, and while it hurts, seeing the disgusted expression on his face was pretty pleasurable until his grip tightened to the point that you thought he'd break your bones.

"You... Why won't you comply...? You understand... I could simply rip out your throat, consume your blood, and flaunt your lifeless body in your small village..." He frowned at you, then his eyes jerked abruptly. There is no malice behind it, I promise...~" He bent near your ear as he spoke, "Will not you contemplate about it?~ Come on, my beloved [Name]." His head moved downward to the curve of your neck, where he sank himself completely.

You can't move because you're too astonished by the tremors of the low grumbles he constantly creates. Your breathing came to a halt as the old being lay on top of you, his free hand steadily and slowly moving over your tiny mortal body. You wanted to rip away his face... you wanted him dead. This was not how you anticipated it to go; everything was going wrong for you.

The man moaned into your ear as he slowly ground his groin against yours. Unaware that he was already marking you with his scent. It was the only reason he was so near and constantly rubbing himself along your shivering form. It is a means for his brethren not to put a finger on you because you are his, commonly used to mark their prey, however this time it's different.

'I'm not a monster... I cannot even harm a bug," you seem to distrust his statements. His voice had dropped an octave, and you were able to hear hints of... lust? "I just want a mere companion... Will you satisfy my desires? Will you be my long-awaited partner for the night, or better still... forever? His lips pressed on the most tender regions of your neck, and his sharp fangs trailed dangerously across your flesh, sending goosebumps along your spine.

"Do you regard me as a fool!?" You were able to spew out, and you attempted to pry him off of you, but his weight was far too hefty for you, and the strain he was exerting on you was almost excruciating.

He breathed heavily, and you felt his chilly breath on your shoulders, which made you tremble to your core. You suddenly felt neither his weight nor his ground crushing against you. Before you could move, he yanked you to your toes by the rim of your blouse. You had to keep yourself balanced when he let go of it. That was the sole image you saw of him before he vanished like a shadow, blending among his fellow darkness.

"I anticipated you to decline..." His voice was tinged with displeasure whilst he complained, "How bothersome; why are you unable to accept it?" Almost quickly, you rushed to get your dagger, only to discover it wasn't where you assumed it was; he must have stolen it when he vanished. The doors began to shut around you, and you immediately understood what he had in mind, so you chose to try for the window, but a wall of thorned vines blocked you from getting closer. "I'm sorry, [Name] but I can't let you go. Not at this point, at least."

Boiling with anger, you roared with rage, "Why not!?" A few seconds passed but no answer.

You merely grumbled in frustration, hitting a fallen chair to release all of your wrath.

Following an extended period of hanging around in solitude, thinking of a strategy to escape or murder the man without using your valuables. Magic was the first thing that came to mind, but you weren't born with it... You haven't even attempted casting simple spells. Although others who were not awarded such a gift can nonetheless become powerful sorceresses, few can even outperform those who were blessed in the first place��your good childhood friend, Solomon, is one such example. Now that you think about it, you wonder where he went off to. You and Simeon are deeply concerned about him and his current situation.

You learned to avoid looking back on happy recollections of your companions since they would make you cry. Thinking you'd never see them again, along with your brother and the friendly townspeople. Instead, you sought the deepest recesses of your mind for spells that you and the white-haired individual may have experimented with when you were younger. Unfortunately, none arrived...

With witchcraft crossed off, you suspected that the vampire had failed to seal off an exit. Then you swiftly counter with the assumption that if there was an escape route, he was most likely monitoring you from the darkness and would soon block that as well. He might have put that on purpose to play with you. Wretched creatures...

Then the man in question appeared before your eyes, a void-like gas that quickly solidified and transformed into the shape of a man.

There he stood, the excuse for a vampire, with his arms crossed and a sigh, saying, "I have a proposal for you..." His demeanor was flat, mirroring the same expression on his face.

"And that is..?" You had already given up at this point, your mind fatigued following the amount of thinking you had done before he showed.

"As you might have suspected, I'm aware of the circumstances in your hometown and... your brother. Luke is it?" Your expression darkened as he described the state of your loved ones. "I have knowledge about how to come up with a treatment for the sickness that hinders your kind, along with assisting you mortals to live longer lives—but of course, both come with a price." Your expression changed into mild disdain at the way this creature would toy with numerous lives of others simply to get what he wanted, yet what did you anticipate of his kind?

However, something crosses your worried mind: "What if what he says is true?" or possibly a hideous deception to get you to consent to his horrifying conditions, which you know would result in your death. You know this man only wants your blood, but he is also a harbinger of wisdom.

"Is there any evidence to support your words? This illness has befallen us for generations and nobody has come up with an explanation for its origins. How may you potentially have a solution for it?" He chuckled at your assertion, and you wrinkled your brow; does he think this was humorous?

He bent down with a smirk as he talked to you, almost sarcastically, "I have lived for many centuries, I possess numerous volumes of the past. I'm accustomed to immense knowledge..." It seemed like each word caused the structure to shake, and his golden eyes glazed over at your terrified figure. "I harness such power to bring mankind down on its knees." There was a knot in your throat that was difficult to swallow, his very presence allowed you not to get back up, and every part of you felt weak to the bones.

You were silent. Very silent. As motionless as a statue. More thoughts crossed your bewildered mind. If his statements are true, the illness that has plagued your home and your friend's community will be eradicated. But it was solely an if. He was patiently waiting and anticipating your response.

"...What if I decline, what might you do then?" You were intrigued by what would occur if you turned down his offer.

Will he set you free? But that possibility is very unlikely to happen. He will either kill you immediately or confine you to this abandoned castle. Turn you into his human meal until he has sucked every ounce of life out of you.

He hummed and rested his chin on a palm as if contemplating it.

He started out, "I suppose if you then..." He sighed extensively, practically solemnly as he went on, "I'll allow you to be free without a scratch although I have no intention of returning any of your possessions. I happen to have an inkling that you are going to assault me~ Oh, and don't consider that I'll stop watching you." You could not help but grimace at the way he spoke.

"So what I'm understanding is... you are willing to let me leave?" It was difficult to trust what he had just said. "Lies, it was all lies," you reassured yourself before adding, "You're willing.. to spare me?" Your skepticism causes him to smirk.

"Did I stutter? Of course, you could return again if you'd like~ The contract is still up. Thus, what will be your definitive answer, my dear little [Name]?" Your eye twitched as he belittled you, but you let it go as you carefully considered your options and repercussions.

Since he stated that you can return at any time, you would depart for the time being and hope that he maintains his word. There was still a possibility that he would let you see the front door before executing or torturing you.

"I... decline, for now. I'll contemplate it upon my return. I need to empty my thoughts of everything." The smirk he had during his sentence faded into an unimpressive scowl.

"If that will be your final response, I will comply with your desire... Let me accompany you out." He offered a hand, but you refused to accept it, he grumbled, hardening his frown and instead straightening his clothes. He walked passed you, and with a flick of his fingers, the doors sprang open. "Follow me, my lovely." You rolled your eyes and reluctantly followed him.

The walk to the main entrance was punctuated by uneasy quiet. Your surroundings were known, therefore he was not leading you astray. Shockingly, he was escorting you out. You were still unsure about the situation since you knew he could literally backstab you. He was playing with your emotions and hope. He will lead you to the door and then yank your freedom away, trapping you with him or, better yet, ripping you to pieces. If you had to choose between the two, you would much rather go with the latter.

"If you are okay with it, I'll be accompanying you throughout the forest. A gorgeous human such as yourself shouldn't be alone in a creepy ancient labyrinth of woods." His piercing voice interrupted your train of thought and made you look at him.

He had an expression that appeared sincere, but who knows? He has plenty of time to practice such things.

"..." You merely nodded, glancing aside, so you didn't catch the little twitch of his lips when you switched your gaze to another.

He can simply transport you to the far reaches of the woods—you weren't aware of it, and you don't need to. He used this to pass the time he had left with you. A question stays in his mind: why did he find you so fascinating? To answer his own inquiry, he senses something deep within you.

There was something deep within you that remained dormant; it felt powerful, but there was a barrier carved into your spirit that prevented you from using it. He had once sensed the power from a family that had decimated entire vampire populations. A supernatural force that helped imprison and tie the Nightbringer in a powerful seal. That same family was chased by the Nightbringer's followers, and exhausted from the power they utilized to seal the followers' lord, they succumbed to his kin.

He sometimes recalls the day when the family's mother made a deal with him. He will keep their humble castle and all of its secrets secure and hidden from all thirsty sorceresses and his own kin whilst he gains full access to it. They were decent folks, and it was tragic about what took place for them. But he never heard of one of them escaping their fate... perhaps he was wrong.

When you return to town, some people crowd you, namely your grandfather and Simeon, wondering how things went and how you're doing. It was like a stab in the heart when you informed them of the dreadful report, but don't worry, you'll be back more stronger and prepared. Then, as you entered your home and witnessed the state of your brother, you broke down completely.

Luke might not have been your biological brother—another child whom the old man adopted as his own, like yourself—but it seemed like he was your blood. Watching him in this situation, weak and immobile, was more heartbreaking than failing to slay that despicable demon.

Even in the luxury of your own bed, you can't help but wonder about Diavolo's offer and whether his words are sincere or a malicious lie intended to seduce you. He is a vampire, for heaven's sake. A living thing that harms humans in order to survive—even if he did not touch a hair on you, he had surely injured someone else. As you sink into a dreamless slumber, you are left wondering if the man in question is watching you from the shadows, as he had previously stated.

A couple of days have gone by following your previous interaction with the bloodsucker, and you have decided to accept his offer. Whatever will be will come after. Taking a deep breath, you say goodbye to the people you've grown to care for and love, who you might never meet again. You thought that after the cure was complete, you'd be able to go back to your normal life, far away from the vicious tyrant.

You've only taken a couple of steps in the same woodland, deep enough to be concealed from anyone's eyes, to observe something that they shouldn't see before someone swoops you from the earth. A head buried in the curve of your neck, his dark ruby hair tickling your delicate skin as he inhaled in your wonderful scent. He realized right away and accepted the fact that he had responded to you.

"Oh, I missed you terribly, my precious!~" His embrace was practically smothering, and you weren't delighted where his head fell. "So, what has been your decision, hmmm?" He sat you down; you didn't need to glance at him to see his eagerness; his words and gestures were enough.

"I..." You paused a moment. For your brother... and those who succumbed to this dreadful sickness. "I accept with all of your conditions—but promise me," your voice was frantic, nearly to the point of cracking, as you kept going, "Please promise me that your statements are true! If it isn't..." The words couldn't leave your mouth.

"But what if it isn't?" His voice sank, and he stood tall over you with a shit-eating grin. You felt your stomach twisting and turning. This turned out to be a mistake; you were about to draw your dagger before he broke out laughing. "Look at you~" He pinched your cheeks, making you groan in irritation, and continued with his tormenting, "You ought to have seen the look on your face dear~ It's very adorable!" Having his full, he pats down your shoulder. "Apologies, it can't be helped. Not often that I get to spend time with a human... or any other person honestly. Nevertheless, you're here now, so none of that matters! Let's shake on it, shall we?" He held out his hand to you with an endearing sigh, and you grasped it.

It seemed like you made a pact with the devil himself—which, in retrospect, you probably did. An entity with vast knowledge and power, who also happens to have the name of the devil... You wished you hadn't seen the similarity; now you were convinced you had dug yourself not only a hole but a grave.

"Hope to make an acquaintance of you, darling~"

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just-little-spark · 1 year ago

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I UNDERSTAND WHO THIS SONG REMINDS ME OF, ALPHONSE!!

Song:

https://youtu.be/ylIB_Sqm8YM?si=WKifEEnFbAFlVks1

Lyrics in English:

Terra incognita is ahead, empire is behind

The roads are not trodden, and everything that was in front of them

Conquering, the Emperor moved his army further north

Their lights of greatness lead, the shadows pull their paws

Desert on the way, in the middle there is a temple

They don’t want to go around, and go head to head

Through the altar blocking the road

In the distance the forest at sunset is smooth, as if licked

But suddenly the Goddess came out of nowhere in front of them,

And she slaughtered all the legions alone

From what he saw, he immediately lost his mind

He needs to run, but something is tremblingly knocking

Unusual for him, and returning at night

To that massacre, and looking back again

The desert littered with corpses, he realized that this was love

In her bloody pirouette, the psychopathic emperor

He fell in love like a schoolboy, but now he doesn’t understand

How to connect at least a few words

To confess his love to her in the language of blades

Such acrobatics, the pathos of guilt

Poetics grammar, phonetics of war

This is the linguistics of swords, she does not know the others languages

Blade music thunders, rhyming verse

Good without a face, evil without guilt

Praxis of blades, logos of war

Screaming steel, catch the speech in it

Her eternal slaughter for eternal love

Comes from these furious red eyes

His heart blooms like a potato

Blood is flowing in the Goddess of Swords

Love and war will intertwine at once

The scream breaks from the fangs, she is a primal God

Coming for the sounds of blades

And those who survived the mess with the Goddess of Swords

Were considered heroes in the era of the ancient Kingdoms

But those days are gone, the cultural layer, growing fat

Hides towers high floors

The traces of humanity ended on the mainland

There is no civilization here, and wars have never been seen anywhere

And therefore, without going out into the world

She slept on her temple for sixteen thousand years

But now they will begin to cry

Silent blades, they are awakened by the soldiers of the empire

The real problem is: how can I see her more often?

One brilliant idea came to him

His love was truly strong

He realized that in order for the two of them to be together, an eternal war is needed

And he started an adventure to meet her

He started a simultaneous war with all nations

And thousands of soldiers every year without speeches

Silently slaughtered to the Goddess of Swords

Sends them to die so he can watch for himself, and

From her figures in a bloody pirouette

He reaches for his fly, no fools

Now the whole world speaks the language of blades

Good without a face, evil without guilt

Praxis of blades, logos of war

Screaming steel, catch the speech in it

Her eternal slaughter for eternal love

Comes from these furious red eyes

His heart blooms like a potato

Blood is flowing in the Goddess of Swords

Love and war will intertwine at once

Gram and phono blades merge

The drama flares up under the stench of embers

And sewn into one opus by people

War logos and lotus of love

Gram and phono blades merge

The drama flares up under the stench of embers

And sewn into one opus by people

War logos and lotus of love

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E. L. A. Alphonse by @anotherrosesthatfell

#evil lux au

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lady-wallace · 1 year ago

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Abbacchio Week Day 4: I Know You're Out There Somewhere

Today's @abbacchioweek2024 fic is from my Vampire Hunter AU (if you haven't read it, check it out HERE!)

This story is set soon after Abbacchio joins Bucciarati's team in this verse so technically pre-canon Vampire AU ;)

Brief warning for some gore

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It didn’t matter how Abbacchio chose to look at the situation, there was only one conclusion he could come to:

He had fucked up. His first real solo job and he had completely failed.

He slumped in the corner of the rusty cage he was currently trapped in—though on second thought, it was probably less rusty than he had initially thought since it seemed quite sound when he tried to kick his way out. And that left a whole new connotation to the red stains on the metal.

He’d tried to stop the bleeding in his leg with strips of his shirt, but it had still soaked through. He was bleeding so much he could smell it, the sharp metallic tang of iron and fear, mixing with the fetid odor of older blood in his surroundings.

The space he was in, a hidden passage under the crypt he’d been investigating, was dark, but he could see the eerie eyeshine from the ghouls milling around, waiting for…something, as they cast hungry glances over at him.

Abbacchio snarled in fury, slamming his good foot into the door of the cage again. “What’s the matter? Am I still too fresh for you to eat?”

The ghouls snickered.

“You won’t be once ‘e’s done for ya,” one of them growled in a wicked glee, licking its lips.

What the hell could they have meant by that? Abbacchio looked around the stone catacomb. He had been here for at least two hours now, he thought. He wondered if Bucciarati would consider him missing at this point or just late. Would he and Fugo be out there looking for him?

Would they even go to the crypt first, or would they choose to look in the public houses instead?

Abbacchio felt his heart sinking at the thought. It was true that he had barely earned the loyalty of his new team, but he couldn’t deny that it was demoralizing to think they might not be coming for him. Even if it was deserved.

The ghouls suddenly started whispering amongst each other and Abbacchio felt a shift in the atmosphere as another figure entered the room, a lantern held up. Abbacchio could clearly see the red eyes indicating he was a vampire, and he curled his lip in disgust.

“I knew there was something else going on here,” he growled. “So what…can’t even hunt for yourself, fang?”

The vampire sneered, hanging the lantern on a hook set into the wall before he leaned down toward Abbacchio’s cage. “Bold words for a trapped and injured Hunter.”

Abbacchio snarled. “You think I’m going to let a blood-sucker intimidate me?”

“I don’t know, I think you already have.” The vampire smirked. “See, while someone like you might not understand, I see the beauty in the opportunity here. The ghouls get to feed their nest and I also get to eat without having to do any messy hunting.” He crouched next to the cage, grinning in a way that showed off his fangs. “It’s quite a good arrangement.”

Abbacchio reached for his crucifix, but realized the ghouls must have taken it with the rest of his weapons. He was defenseless and furious at the fear that was creeping through him.

“Oh, are you scared?” the vampire mocked.

Abbacchio glowered at him. “You wish.”

“Oh, I can smell it on you.” The vampire chuckled before his eyes traveled down to the soaked rags around Abbacchio’s thigh and he licked his lips.

Abbacchio’s heart skipped a beat as the vampire reached through the cage and suddenly dug his fingers into Abbacchio’s wound.

Abbacchio cried out in shock and agony, pressing as far back into the cage as he could as he watched the vampire slowly bring his bloody fingers to his lips.

“Stop!” Abbacchio croaked. “You don’t get to drink my blood, you fanged freak!”

The vampire chuckled as he licked his fingers. “This is actually the worst thing you could possibly imagine, isn’t it? How delightfully naïve. You humans are always so close-minded in your prejudice.”

Abbacchio shut his eyes briefly, trying not to remember what had happened to his partner, how Abbacchio had watched the man get turned, helpless to do anything, and how he had been forced to kill him before he…

Maybe…maybe he deserved this. Maybe it didn’t matter if Bucciarati and the others were out there looking for him. Not that they would care much if they found him now after he had fucked up so royally. Maybe Bucciarati would finally realize his mistake in recruiting Abbacchio to begin with.

The vampire motioned to one of the ghouls who brought him the key to Abbacchio’s cage and he opened it, reaching inside.

Abbacchio bared his teeth as he was dragged out and his hands were manacled. He fought as much as he could but a well-placed kick to his injured leg had stars bursting over his sight with dizzying agony.

He slumped against the wall as his hands were suspended above his head, panting. The vampire grabbed his chin and wrenched his head to one side to expose his neck.

“It’s always a pleasure to feed on a Hunter. A reminder that your kind don’t really have all that much power over us.”

“Don’t!” Abbacchio tried, embarrassed by his cowardice, before the vampire sank his fangs into Abbacchio’s neck. He cried out through gritted teeth, eyes fluttering at the sudden loss of blood, sick to his stomach.

He briefly thought about Bucciarati’s kindness, the way the man had firmly, yet compassionately dragged Abbacchio out of his personal gutter and into a new life. One with purpose. But what purpose did he serve now, nothing but a meal for the beasts he had sworn his revenge on?

As he felt his blood being drained, he started to feel desperate. If anyone’s out there, he pleaded. Bucciarati…if you’re out there. You were right. I don’t want to die. Especially not like this…

As if in answer to his prayers the sound of the ghouls screaming suddenly echoed through the catacombs. The vampire drew away to look around in confusion as something landed with a thump, a hiss hailing a mist that began to permeate the small space.

The vampire suddenly screamed, pulling back as his skin began to blister on contact. He raced down the hallway, only for his footsteps to stop suddenly with a meaty thump.

Abbacchio’s head lolled on his shoulders as he watched the vampire’s head roll to a stop at his feet, suddenly incredibly nauseous.

“Fugo, clear the rest of the tunnel, make sure there are no more victims.”

The commanding voice hailed a figure in blue and black, rushing over to Abbacchio as he sheathed his sword.

“Abbacchio!”

He blinked as firm hands found his face, lifting it up to inspect his throat. Bucciarati’s tongue clicked as he saw the wound. “You still with us?”

Abbacchio moaned, unable to form words right now.

More footsteps ran up. “It’s clear, Bucciarati.”

“Thank you. Help me get him down.”

Abbacchio was barely aware of Bucciarati and Fugo releasing his wrists from the manacles, until he slumped against them with a short cry, his leg collapsing.

The two Hunters took his weight easily enough between them.

“Damn, he looks awful, how much blood has he lost?”

“I’m not sure. Enough. I have to say, those holy water grenades worked out better than I could have hoped—good job, Fugo…”

Abbacchio listened to their back and forth as he tried not to vomit or pass out. He hadn’t felt this bad since he was getting over his drinking problem.

However, he still couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. His prayers had apparently been answered after all. He had half expected his admission of wanting to live to doom him via the universe’s perverse obsession in fucking him over. But maybe it had more to do with having a team he could count on now.

“Easy, watch his leg,” Bucciarati cautioned Fugo as they made their way toward the carriage that would take them back to their headquarters.

He bit back a cry as he was maneuvered inside, but they carefully laid him down across one of the benches and Bucciarati tucked his cloak around him. Abbacchio hadn’t even realized he was shivering but he was cold…and grateful for the gesture.

“Abbacchio.”

He tried to blink the blurriness out of his eyes to focus on Bucciarati as he hovered over him. “The vampire…he did not make you drink his blood?”

Abbacchio felt terror wash through him at the thought, but firmly shook his head. “He didn’t. You know I would have told you that.” He would have put a stake through his own heart if that had been the case.

Bucciarati nodded and went to sit down before Abbacchio worked up the courage.

“I’m sorry.”

Bucciarati frowned. “For what?”

Abbacchio stared at him incredulously. “For…for getting caught! You trusted me with the job and I—”

“Don’t,” Bucciarati cut in sharply, face stern. “That job was a death trap I didn’t expect. I never should have sent you in there alone. That one was on me; a move ill befitting a team leader.”

Abbacchio was shocked to hear Bucciarati admit to guilt, he tried to protest, but the other man reached out to squeeze his shoulder. “You did good, Abbacchio, accept my sincere apology to do better next time. Rest now, we’ll get you fixed up, soon enough.”

Abbacchio slumped onto the bench as Bucciarati knocked against the top of the carriage and sat beside Fugo. His eyes slid shut despite himself.

“Thank you…” he murmured.

He didn’t hear a reply, but it was enough that his team had come for him. Blood was indeed thicker than water, especially for those who spilled it together.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba fanfic #abbacchio week 2024 #abbacchio week day 4 #jjba part 5 #leone abbacchio #whump #vampire hunter au #vento aureo au #victorian au #golden wind au

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Verse List

inspired by @hvbris, a collection of verses that I have for my muses and would love to explore in rps. This list is by no means complete, though I will try to update it with new muses and ideas as they hit, and I’m very very open to talking about other verses!

𝔞𝔦𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔶𝔧𝔬𝔶 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫

( primarily shipped with Jamie Lannister, happily open to shipping her with other characters, canon or oc, of any genders! My other dream ships for her would be Robb Stark, Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Oberyn Martell, and Margaery Tyrell, but I am entirely flexible and willing to talk about other ideas )

Arranged Marriage Verse

Within her canon, Aisling is forced to marry Jamie Lannister as a prisoner in King’s Landing, but I’d be very happy to explore an arranged marriage with another ship

Aisling leaves Kings Landing with Sansa

Instead of staying in King’s Landing with Jamie after Joffrey’s death, Aisling follows Sansa into the godswood and onto the boat. She severely distrusts Littlefinger and is constantly butting heads with him due to her desire to protect Sansa from his predatory nature.

Aisling grew up in Pyke

Instead of taking both of the youngest Greyjoys to Winterfell, Ned Stark only took Theon, leaving Aisling to grow up in Pyke, angry and trained for war, and neither able nor willing to be a proper, quiet, used and manipulated, little girl

Historical Fiction

taking away the dragons, white walkers, and warging, Aisling Greyjoy in any era of history

Modern verse

21st century AUs, from boarding schools to modern royalty, college to a specific fandom, anything that takes place in the modern world

𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔶𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔰 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫

( primarily shipped with Sweet Pea and Jughead Jones, as well as a queerplatonic relationship with the other teen serpents, very tentatively open to other romantic relationships, happily open to other platonic dynamics for her — my favourite dynamics for her are malachai, archie andrews, kevin keller, fred andrews, and fp jones, but I am willing to talk about other canon and oc ideas! )

Fake Dating verse

Ghoulie Amy AU

Wherein Amy, furious that Jughead was made Serpent King over her, defects to the one place where she has always felt valued and respected — her rightful place at Malachai’s side. Can be done as a ship with Jughead, Sweet Pea, or Malachai himself

Road Trip

In the aftermath of Judgement Night, Archie’s arrest, and the Sisters of Quiet Mercy, Amy needs out of Riverdale. Along with any combination of Jughead, Sweet Pea, Toni, Fangs, and Joaquin, she hops in a car and leaves Riverdale in her rearview mirror, no idea where she’s going or when she’ll be back, only planning to drive until she feels like she can breathe

Reality TV verse

With the seemingly endless tragedies striking Riverdale, a producer with limited morals and a strong desire for a profit, decides to start a reality show about the once peaceful town

𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔫 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫

( primarily shipped with Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, and Erica Reyes, happily open to shipping her with other characters, canon or oc, of any genders! My other dream ship for her would be Derek Hale, but I am entirely flexible and willing to talk about other ideas, and I do call her my crossover bicycle for a reason )

Fake Dating verse

Dating to go undercover? Dating for the press / Ari’s social media? Dating just because someone won’t take the hint? Whatever it may be, and whoever it might be with, Ari has wanted a chance to fake date someone since she was 13

Boarding School verse

A boarding school for Supernatural creatures? Fame but with werewolves? No magic at all, just rich brats and scholarship kids who live at school? Open to any ship or platonic, OP here is just a sucker for this at all times

Celebrity verse

Does another member of the pack become famous? Are werewolves traded away for child stars? Is someone shoved into the spotlight because of their connection to Ari? Any Hollywood-based AU that plays with Ari’s existing teen idol status is welcome, any ships or platonic

Holiday Fling

Arianne left Beacon Hills for Hollywood again and hasn’t looked back. But now it’s Christmas and she’s heading home for the season — is she bringing someone along with her, or having a fling with someone she left behind? Open to any ship or platonic, bonus points for Tis The Damn Season vibes

Reality TV verse

Arianne Martin is pretty damn iconic, but so much of her life is shrouded in mystery. A producer with more balls than brains decides to be the one to unpack the True Story behind the teen star, dragging her friends and family into it whether they like it or not

𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔦𝔡 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫

( primarily shipped with Tony Stark, Druig, and Ikaris, happily open to shipping her with other characters, canon or oc, of any genders! My other dream ships for her would be Thor, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, and Sif, but I am entirely flexible and willing to talk about other ideas, and I would love to explore platonic dynamics with any avenger or eternal )

Royalty Verse

Where instead of, or as well as, being heroes from another planet, the Eternals are royalty

Period verses

Connected to canon or not, Brigid set in any time period that she would have spent on earth

𝔠𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔞 𝔫𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔬𝔫 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫 ( coming soon )

( primarily shipped with Steve Harrington, happily open to shipping her with other characters, canon or oc, of any genders! Some other potential ships could be Nancy Wheeler, Carol Perkins, Tommy Hagan, Eddie Munson, or Chrissy Cunningham, and I would also enjoy exploring a toxic dynamic with Billy Hargrove, but I am entirely flexible and willing to talk about other ideas )

Hunger Games verse

Camila Nelson always knew that she could be reaped, that the odds might not always be in her favour, But she was fast, she was stronger than she looked, and she had an instinct to survive that had gotten her this far. So when her name is called, she knows that it could be a death sentence. But she also knows that she could win. Until little Will Byers is reaped as her district partner, and Camila knows that she’d lay down her life in a heartbeat to get him home

Fake Dating verse

Umbrella Academy verse

On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began. Camila Nelson was one of those children, and one of the lucky ones to avoid Reginald Hargreeves’ clutches. But luck was no power of hers, and Camila can’t outrun her destiny forever, not when the world is set to end within the week.

𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔱 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫

( as a completely original muse, I don’t have any set ships with her, but here on her wanted list I have a collection of fandoms, ships, and dream casts that I would love to play with for her, along with any original or fandom platonic dynamics )

Arranged Marriage verse ( modern )

Boarding School verse

Political verse

Fake Dating verse

Celebrity Verse

Reality TV verse

Gossip Girl vese

Gossip Girl Reboot verse

Caroline Somerset is really the only person at Constance Billard who rivals Julian Colloway in terms of notoriaty, instagram fame, and followers. They always put their friendship first, but with the rise of Gossip Girl, keeping up appearances is what matters the most. No matter the cost.

The Perfectionists verse

Wherein Caroline Hotchkiss has been keeping as many secrets as her twin brother, Nolan. But when Nolan turns up dead one night, it’s all Caroline can do to try to keep both her secrets and her life

Harry Potter vese

𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔩𝔢𝔶 𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫 ( coming soon )

( primarily shipped with Ben and Jay, happily open to shipping her with other characters, canon or oc, of any genders! Some other potential ships could be Evie, Harry, or other original characters, but I am entirely flexible and willing to talk about other ideas )

Fake Dating verse

Anastasia AU

Many years ago, the princess Finley disappeared and was considered dead. Years later, a clever conman meets a lovely blonde girl with no memories of her past and sees her as his opportunity for riches — he never expected her to actually be the long lost princess that he was teaching her to impersonate.

Pirate Finley

Instead of being found by Jay, a certain Harry Hook finds Finley Rider when she arrives on the island. Brought into the pirate crew, Finley will stop at nothing to help get her friends off of the isle, even if it means returning to the life she’d sworn was only in her past.

𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔶 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔞 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫

( primarily shipped with finnick odair, happily open to shipping her with other characters, canon or oc, of any genders! )

Fake Dating verse

Boarding School verse

Instead of victor districts having training academies, the capitol takes all children from ages 12-18 and puts them into a single boarding school, where they can only be taught the knowledge that the capitol wants them to have, and once a year 24 of them are still reaped for the hunger games

Modern AU

𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔰 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔢𝔫 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫

( primarily shipped with finnick odair, happily open to shipping her with other characters, canon or oc, of any genders! )

Fake Dating verse

Boarding School verse

Modern AU

Reality TV verse

With the sheer captivating drama of Katniss and Hollis’ back to back games, and the capitol’s love for the Everdeen sisters, Caesar Flickerman has the brilliant idea to start a reality show centred around the Capitol’s favourite family, as two of their beloved daughters learn to navigate the world of victors

𝔧𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔨𝔢 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫

( primarily shipped with jason todd, tentatively open to shipping her with other characters, canon or oc, of any genders! Would also love to explore platonic / familial dynamics with damian wayne, tim drake, dick grayson, and any other gothamites )

Fake Dating verse

Boarding School verse

All of the batkids-and-co at boarding school

Marriage before romance

Knowing that Jason is one of Bruce’s children, and with Julietta carrying Damian, Ra’s and Talia want to give Damian as strong of a bloodline as possible, and arrange for Jason and Julietta to be wed in Nanda Parbat

Nanda Parbat verse

Dark verse, before Jason and Julietta get out of Nanda Parbat, either while Julietta is pregnant or when Damian is a baby

Jason remembers her

Julietta returns to Gotham in search of her son and her baby brother only to run into a pissed off Red Hood — only this time, he remembers her, and their past together

Julietta & Jason raising Damian verse

When Talia helps Julietta escape Nanda Parbat, she sends Damian along with her so that he’ll be safe from his grandfather — and just to be cautious, she pulls Jason out of his revenge mission in Gotham and tasks him with protecting his former family

𝔨𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔥 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫

( primarily shipped with dean winchester, open to shipping her with other characters, canon or oc, of any genders! )

Cross country road trip

Fake dating for a mission

A monster is attacking a couple’s retreat, a couple raises less suspicion than insisting on “just friends”, a husband and wife thinking of moving to town, there are a lot of times where a couple is less memorable than two friends asking too many questions

Princess of Hell

Where Kat can’t avoid her preordained destiny forever, becoming the host of Lilith and the little girl queen of hell

Spy / Secret Agent verse

Instead of hunting monsters, Kat hunts criminals and crime syndicates across the country

Criminal verse

Think Bonnie and Clyde, think Thelma and Louise, think criminals travelling around the country trying to stay one step ahead of the police

Role Reversal

Teen Wolf Verse

While tracking the monster of the week, Kat Smith finds herself in Beacon Hills, California. She recognizes Chris Argent as an old friend of her father’s, but she never expected him to be practically a part of the local wolf pack. ( potential for a Derek ship! )

𝔨𝔶𝔩𝔞 𝔨𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔯 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫 ( coming soon )

( primarily shipped with Max Wolfe, happily open to shipping her with other characters, canon or oc, of any genders! Would love to explore any slightly toxic dynamic, with max or another character, involving a lot of negging and a bit of classism, as well as anything involving the seven samurai as a group )

Fake Dating verse

Dating for the press / social media? Dating for Julian’s brand? Dating just because someone won’t take the hint?

Vacation verse

Does the entire group go on a vacation together? Does someone take ‘pity’ on Kyla and invite her on a two-person vacation? Travel, unresolved feelings, very open to smut if that’s up your alley

Reality TV Verse

With so many rich, famous, and influential teens in one place, it was only a matter of time before a producer realized just how much money could be made off of a “behind the scenes” look at Instagram’s It Kids

Heathers Verse

Kyla Keller didn’t necessarily like her friends, but she definitely didn’t want them dead. But when one person gets into her head that they can make Constance Billard a better place, Kyla soon finds herself in over her head. ( Kyla as Veronica, Julian as Chandler, Monet as Duke, Luna as McNamara, JD is flexible! )

𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔶 𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔯 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫

( primarily shipped with finnick odair, happily open to shipping her with other characters, canon or oc, of any genders! )

Fake Dating verse

Modern AU

Reality TV verse

Between her historical Hunger Games win at only 12 years old and her friendship with the other most beloved victors, of course the Capitol would find one more way to profit off of their best and brightest stars

𝔩𝔶𝔯𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔩 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫

( primarily shipped with Jughead Jones, happily open to shipping her with other characters, canon or oc, of any genders! Some other potential ships could be Sweet Pea, Toni, Fangs, or other original characters, but I am entirely flexible and willing to talk about other ideas, and I would love to explore platonic dynamics with other characters from Riverdale or other original Toledo characters )

Fake Dating verse

Boarding School verse

Instead of Toledo, Jughead finds himself sent to boarding school after his father’s arrest, where his tour guide is none other than fellow Riverdale escapee and chronic overachiever, Lyra Lovell

Road trip

Secret relationship

𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔞 𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔫𝔢 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫

( ophelia does not have a set ship, but I am very happily open to shipping her with other characters, canon or oc, of any genders, and I would also love to explore platonic relationships with Bruce, Alfred, or OCs, or any dynamic with other gothamites, whether from Gotham itself or elsewhere in the DC / Batman universes )

Ophelia in The Batman

exactly what it sounds like; Ophelia Wayne but instead of being the older sister to a traumatized 13 year old, she’s the older sister to a grown ass traumatized vigilante

Fake Dating verse

Victorian Era verse

In the late 1880s, Ophelia Wayne’s parents are murdered by none other than Jack the Ripper, and her younger brother becomes the new head of the family, all the while Ophelia has to keep him from hunting down their parents’ killer himself

Prohibition verse

Ophelia Wayne in the 1920s, where Gotham’s underground is firmly against the prohibition with none other than the Iceberg Lounge itself as the most infamous speakeasy around. Ophelia herself has no objection to partaking in certain depravities, but her attention is torn as she struggles to keep her younger brother from getting himself killed

Boarding School verse

Before returning to Gotham and witnessing her parents’ murder, Ophelia Wayne was just another spoiled brat in a European boaring school

Royalty verse

The Waynes are royalty that’s it that’s the verse, with both modern and period variations

Arranged Marriage verse

as part of a business deal, Ophelia Wayne finds herself in the middle of an arranged marriage, one that not even her parents’ deaths can get her out of

𝔭𝔢𝔤𝔤𝔶 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔬𝔫 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫 ( coming soon )

( primarily shipped with Anthony Bridgerton, happily open to shipping her with other characters, canon or oc, of any genders! Some other potential ships could be Simon, Benedict, Colin, or other original characters, but I am entirely flexible and willing to talk about other ideas! Would also be very interested in any platonic dynamics within the Bridgerton universe, with her sisters, the Bridgertons, or anyone else in the ton )

Modern AU

Arranged Marriage

Wherein Portia Featherington is a bit more clever than she seems, and manages to secure an incredibly desirable match for her eldest daughter

Fake Dating

When Peggy Featherington finds herself betrothed to a truly horrendous man, she only has one last idea for how to escape it — convince her mother that she is already courting with someone with a superior standing to her current fiancé. The obvious suitor? A man under as much pressure to wed as she, also looking for a way to postpone his fate

Marriage Of Honour

When Peggy Featherington is caught in a compromising position with a man of the ton, he has no choice but to propose to her to protect her honour. But with only her mother’s word to go on, Lady Whistledown wonders if such a situation ever happened, or if Portia Featherington is simply more conniving than anyone thought

𝔯𝔥𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔫 𝔟𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔯𝔡 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫

( primarily shipped with Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson, happily open to shipping her with other characters, canon or oc, of any genders! Some other potential ships could be Nancy Wheeler or Jonathan Byers, and I would also enjoy exploring a toxic dynamic with Billy Hargrove, but I am entirely flexible and willing to talk about other ideas. I would also love to explore platonic relationships with Eleven or anyone else from the lab, and her extremely toxic relationship with her father )

Fake Dating verse

Runaway Verse

Instead of staying put in Hawkins, Rhiannon Ballard runs much farther from the lab; who knows who she might meet along the way, or what they might be running from

Umbrella Academy verse 1

Martin Brenner had a knack for finding miracle children, for taking them from their homes and raising them in his lab, a fucked up mockery of a family all being trained into the perfect weapons

Umbrella Academy verse 2

On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began. Rhiannon Ballard, now Rhiannon Hargreeves, was among them. Eventually she left, running away and never once looking back — until Reginald Hargreeves died. But her homecoming is only made worse when her long deceased brother shows up, with warnings of an apocalypse only days away

Umbrella Academy verse 3

The one where Henry Creel was one of the original miracle children, and his daughter Rhiannon is taken to be raised as a new — and hopefully more successful — generation of the Umbrella Academy

Boarding School verse

Period verses

𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔞 𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔱 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫

( primarily shipped with Dick Grayson, open to shipping her with other characters, canon or oc, of any genders! I would love to explore platonic dynamics with other Titans members, whether from the shows or the comics )

Fake Dating verse

Friends with benefits verse

Umbrella Academy verse

Where teen heroes and sidekicks are raised in a boarding school designed to train their powers and create the next generation of heroes

𝔰𝔦𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔞 𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫 (coming soon)

( sierra does not have a set ship, but I am very happily open to shipping her with other characters, canon or oc, of any genders, and I would also love to explore platonic relationships with any of the Hargreeves or any ocs in the universe )

Fake Dating verse

Sierra Nearing is nothing if not helpful, of course she would pretend to date a friend in need

Stranger Things verse

A few, not many but a few, of Martin Brenner’s experiments never made it to the lab, disappearing before he could get his hands on them. Such was the case for Sierra Nearing, waitress and aspiring detective. People tell her things, they always have, and when Will Byers goes missing one night, she can’t resist the gut instinct telling her that there’s something worth investigating ( can be played as young 20s or high school age )

𝔰𝔳𝔢𝔱𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔞 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔨𝔬𝔣𝔣 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫

( primarily shipped with Aleksander Kirigan, which can be as loving or as toxic as desired, tentatively open to shipping her with other characters, canon or oc, of any genders! Would also love to explore platonic / familial dynamics with alina and mal )

Arranged Marriage / Marriage Before Romance

Still new to the Little Palace, people are already talking about Svetlana as the General’s Little Pet. Soon, Svetlana finds herself receiving a speech about morale, unity, and doing one’s duty, which turns out to be a flowery way of informing her that she is to wed the much older, still often frightening, General Kirrigan.

Enemies To Lovers

Despite her history with the General, Svetlana’s loyalty will always be to Alina above all, no matter who she has to protect her from. Unfortunately, in the midst of her desperate attempts to protect Alina from the General, Svetlana can’t help but fall for the man

Royalty

Modern Verse

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cheesefanboy2 · 2 years ago

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The Oc-verse - Simp Party

A/N: OCV! Fang and Nightmare's siblings walking into simp party universe. Yall this does get pretty chaotic lol. I was excited to write this so it gets kinda bad ig. Also, both Fang and Nightmare got killed in the simp party universe.

@insane-horror-movie-addict @nightmareeffect

Fang lazily marched alongside the twins, her wrists wrapped neatly in specialized metal cuffs, specially made just for her. Strands of her black hair overshadowed her eyes, and it somewhat acted as a shield to the beaming sunlight in this strange world she had been transported in. She glared at Nightmare's two little siblings, as they excitedly stomped through the forest, leaving little flames in her path. The two teens were getting more impatient by the second, and it was a funny sight to see the demi-Gods so angry.

" So, why the fuck did I get dragged her again? '' Fang asked. The twins looked back at her and glared, that angry look in their eyes told Fang to shut the fuck up.

" You are the idiot that let her travel on her own. " Artmeis huffed out.

" And the only idiot who is able to universe-hop for that matter! You're the only person who could've brought her here, dumbie! " Apollo added.

" As soon as we get back, you are due for a public execution. " Artemis stated in a furious tone. She was losing the little amount of patience she had, and the fact she had to walk in public was disgusting. She hated humans, and walking among the little maggots made her wanna tear this entire world apart. They were only good for pie.

" This world is filled with mostly humans. Don't get too excited, we are going to harvest most of them and bring them back home to eat! "

" What makes you think I'm gonna help you, little shits, kill my own kind? " Fang rolled her eyes. Her hands uncomfortably shifted in the metal cuffs.

" Because humans are disgusting little maggots, and I'm not touching them. If you don't kill them, I'll just have to feed you to my rats instead! " Apollo threatened, yielding her ax threateningly, " Don't test me Fang, I will hunt down that boy you've been talking to and I will have him hang. "

Fang's eyes widened, before she glared. Sometimes she forgets how far the two little assassins will go to get exactly what they want— or to be precise, what Nightmare wants. Nightmare was already damn good at it, she knew how to manipulate people extremely well, it didn't help that she was extremely gorgeous. To make matters even worse, Nightmare had been teaching her younger siblings to do the same.

'...Such pretentious bitches.' Fang huffed and dragged herself along with the twins. The twins had been getting so pissed off, Apollo had yanked Fang by her arm and pinned her to the ground, the sharpened end of her boots digging into Fang's face. Only these two little bitches would have boots with knives underneath them.

" You seem to be forgetting who we are, human. Our sister killed millions of your people with a single hand and minimal effort! " Apollo threatened, her heel began to draw blood on Fang's face since the pre-teeb had been grinding her shoe into the girl's face.

" I will easily take away your other limbs. You're already at a disadvantage with those pathetic cybernetic limbs. " Artemis's eyes were terrifying, as they were luminous, even in the forest. " Now as we tear this apart looking for our sister, you better be useful to us, human-scum. Or we're calling Nightmare."

"Or Akuma!" Apollo smiled, pretending to faint at the mention of her name. Artemis quickly caught her, playing along with the little game.

Fang's eyes narrowed and huffed, standing up with a glare at the demonic entities.

" Whatever. "

Artemis took hold of Apollo's hands, and closely intertwined their fingers together as the siblings performed a possession ritual. A ritual where two demons take hold of each other's physical bodies and fuse into each other, creating a being much larger and more powerful. Despite Fang having a hatred for demons— this ritual always had her eyes glued and amazed at the beautiful sight. Their bodies molded into each other, as a much more powerful being started to tower over the forest, and huge eyes stared at Fang with psychotic intention.

" I forgot how GREAT it feels to be me! " The fusion towered over every single tree in their line of sight. They twirled their double sided ax, slicing the huge blade through dozens of tree and leaving them to waste.

" Don't fail us, or we will hang you, human! " The being who had been at least 50 ft tall, laughed at Fang mockingly before running off to look for their sister.

[☆~☆~☆]

The arena of Zalgo was a cruel place.

Proxy blood was scattered across the arena, tired bodies desperately trying to regain their breaths. The demons watch their display of carnage amongst each other, purely for their sick sense of entertainment. The last two proxies who had managed to stand up even after this horrid display of bloodshed, Elias and Anni. Despite how they were enemy proxies— they couldn't find it in themselves to fight anymore, especially if it was purely for their God's entertainment. Elias held out a weak hand to Anni. She hesitantly looked at him, before intertwining her fingers along his, taking his hand and hoisting herself up. Blood cascaded from both of their faces, as they both looked at the Gigglers. The four of them had been still standing; despite having limbs torn off and pink liquid profusely leaking from their mouths and eyes.

After Akuma killed Fang and Nightmare, they could barely fight each other anymore. They just wanted it to be over. But right as they were about to fight, a teenager with purple hair and pretty yellow eyes appeared in the middle of everything— with a sweet smile on her face.

The Gods above watched with peaked interest. Akuma giggled profusely, and kicked her legs as her eyes filled with pure twisted euphoria. Her eyes had a sharp mischievous look— the way they devilishly started to give off a luminous glow, " Looks like I'm winning! Oh~ isn't that so unfortunate. I was excited to see what your proxies could do! But…they're only human after all~ " Akuma had a fake sympathetic look in her eye. Slenderman seemed irritated by this woman's presence.

" I doubt your proxies will be up for any longer. Keiran and Royce seem to be very promising among my collection of proxies, they will be up in no time. " Zalgo tilted his head, picking at a deceased griffin carcass. His gangly fingers continuously yanked off the remains, despite him having too much, he still wanted more. He displayed gluttony through his grotesque actions, slaying beasts endlessly when he already had so much, his gluttony would never end.

Zalgo tilted his head, smirking as he set his chin on top of the hands he had clasped together, " My proxies will quickly recover. I've trained them to be resilient in any situation. " Slenderman explained, slight mocking laced in his tone.

Akuma's eye twitched.

" Your proxies will not last long without their wit, Akuma. They're strong, but their mind is gone, putting them at a mild disadvantage, "

Her eye twitched again. He really liked to get on her nerves, didn’t he? Who did Slenderman think he was? To her, he was nothing but an old man.

" Their childish behavior that mirrors yours will do nothing but harm them. You obviously don't know how to properly train your proxies. "

And yet another twitch appeared. That was her limit. This old hag didn’t know when to stop provoking people, did he? He thinks he's so high and mighty.

" You're far too childish and immature to even be considered a Goddess. "

Burning rage hissed through her body like deathly poison, screeching a demanded release in the form of unwanted violence. He seemed too triumphal for her liking, which spurred on her fury like oil to a flame. Right as she was about to jump onto the table, and swing her ax through Slenderman's neck, 909 interrupted.

" I'd hate to interrupt you, my mistress, but an unknown entity has entered the ring. " Akuma swiftly turned her head to get a peak at what was going on down in the arena.

" Please, allow me to help you, Ace! " A young demon girl with purple hair looked at the incubus with hopeful eyes, attempting to help him up while a wound was carved inside of his stomach.

" Who the f—fuck are you? " Ace coughed up more blood, after being immensely beaten up by the Gigglers.

" You may not know me, but I know you. Just from another world— I can save you, so please trust me and hold still. " Flare's hands radiated a strange light as she saved Ace while he had been on the brink of death. The wound that appeared on his stomach suddenly disappeared, and not even a scar remained. The happy-go-lucky girl stood up, and continued her work, helping every god-forsaken proxy on this battlefield. One by one, their wounds were healed by this mysterious young girl.

Akuma looked pissed, and almost tore her hair out. " No…no…no…NO. NO. NO! " She nearly tore her cotton-candy colored hair out from her scalp, her teeth clenching so hard they looked like they were on the brink of shattering. Her grip tightened on her battle–axe while she was about to cut that young girl's head off clean from her neck. Her eye twitched profusely as she attempted to smile, but she only continued to twitch.

Flare smiled at Anni, holding her hand out,

" We will meet again, Anni! I'm not entirely sure if you remember me, but I am the girl who frequently gets kidnapped. " Anni shook her hand, and this caused Flare to smile as bright as her flames.

" I have to hurry and help everyone before my siblings come! " Flare turned her smile into a cute determined look, as her amber eyes looked around for the Gigglers.

" Who the fuck is she.. " Elias asked Anni in an awkward tone. Anni shook her head slightly with a smile on her face,

" Honestly, I met her while we were both kidnapped. She's really nice…it’s a little scary because she befriends anyone and everyone. No matter how terrible they are. " Anni laughed and scratched the back of her head in slight confusion.

Little did Flare know, Akuma was about to slaughter her.

[☆~☆~☆]

Fang marched through the forest with an angry expression, her hands still strapped in cuffs. Her ears picked up screaming of all types, and her head swiftly turned. Her cybernetic senses picked up a power similar to Akuma's, but much weaker. That was impossible, Nightmare and Vesper had long ago locked away their older sister in a prison specially made for her— even the Gigglers were locked away with her. There was no way Akuma could have gotten out.

Sweat profusely dripped down her forehead, what if Flare was hurt? She hated all the Lafayette siblings, but Flare was an exception, she truly was the only person who had treated her like a human being and saved her on multiple occasions. Fang would risk her life if it meant saving her best-friend in the face of any harm. She jumped through the forest, eyes growing in horror as the sky had become a hue of pink, which meant Akuma's proxies were out. But there was no way they could have gotten out. which means this world has its own version of Akuma and her proxies. Shit.

Fang switched her prosthetic hand into a blade; a weapon specially made for her by Dr. Lexi. The blade was pristine, and quick, created to match Fang's personality, it even switched weapons based on what Fang felt like using. She had been tracking for miles already— she was getting closer to Flare by the second. She would have contacted the twins, but she guaranteed the twins were going to find Flare soon. They were known for their tracking capabilities— and were probably just causing havoc among this world before coming to their main objective.

Finally, Fang located the place Flare had been in.

Fang was watching from above, her hands still encased in handcuffs, watching in horror as Akuma was about to strike Flare with her axe.

To be continued…

A/N: Haha. Cliffhanger. What will happen in part 2? Will Artemis and Apollo come into the arena? Will OCV! Fang fight Akuma? How does OCV Nightmare fit into all this? Will Akuma recognize Flare? (They're sisters.) Will I actually finish this?

#lol. lol. lol. lol.

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cywscross · 3 years ago

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do you have any recommendations for a pairing that is mutually possessive and intense? the dynamics in your fics are making me crave more of these pairings but i don't know where to find more of them, platonic or romantic... i'm open to any fandom, i'm just desperate to find a close relationship where it's not only one person who's possessive/intense with the other person.

Yehh this dynamic is pretty great. But also I'm drawing a blank so I'll just name some off the top of my head. A lot are Steter since possessive and intense are often a huge aspect of their relationship. But there are a few that I can think of from other fandoms too, in varying degrees of light to dark. Not all of it is shippy.

Somebody add on to this list if they know any.

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Unbalanced 'verse by JupiterMelichios [Teen Wolf]

Stiles is doing his best to be a real boy, but it doesn't always work.

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Your Darkness Enraptures Me by Mysenia [Teen Wolf]

Stiles' darkness comes to the surface and Peter gets to experience it first hand, it enraptures him.

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Cloudy with a chance of chaos by DearCat [BleachxKHR]

Ichigo, well… He’s just a tiny little bit territorial and powerful enough to get away with it. And this Xanxus dude? Has got the prettiest red eyes and is always so warm to the touch. Ichigo wants him.

So Ichigo keeps him.

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what is dark within him by hyugesoo [KHR]

Sawada Tsunayoshi smiles with orange-tinted eyes even as he bathes in blood and bone.

(or, the sealing of Flames results in a horror that touches countless people. When Sawada Iemitsu asked Timoteo Vongola to seal his son, he had never expected his son to have a Will that transcended reason.)

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Dragon Fangs and Sweet Tongues by Millberry_5 [Solo Leveling]

From the outside, it's easy to call Woo Jin-Chul a loyal man. Privately, Jin-Chul knows his actions have less to do with the lofty, dutiful ideal of unconditional loyalty and more to do with his desire to possess what's his.

He's spent years creating a balancing act between his desires and being socially acceptable enough to not distress those who are his.

And then Sung Jin-Woo appeared.

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Black Hole Heart by LadyNyxRavus [Naruto]

By all accounts, Sakura is dead for the first five minutes of her life.

Yet, she continues. If she occasionally has too many, too sharp teeth then that's their business.

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The Best Laid Plans by Palhinhaea [My Next Life as a Villainess]

Sometimes people are given a second chance. Sometimes those people are Katarina Claes. There are lots of lessons a would-be villainess could learn from remembering all of the varied ways she could die. What if she learned all the wrong ones? Or… all the right ones?

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A Man of His Word by thedevilchicken [Fast & Furious, incest warning]

In hindsight, it wasn't the worst thing that could have happened.

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Everything by rei_c [Teen Wolf]

"I've been sleeping a lot," Stiles says. "I'm not eating. I don't have any energy. My mind isn't working as fast as it used to. I feel run down. Breathing hurts, sometimes. My hair's started to fall out. My muscles spasm. And before you ask: yes, they've run tests. I went to the hospital over in the Valley and they checked everything -- ruled out everything. The most they can come up with is Chronic Fatigue Syndrome but I don't fit all of those symptoms and --."

He stops there, looks down, away from Peter's eyes. "What?" Peter asks, gently.

It takes a moment for Stiles to steel himself, to meet Peter's gaze, to say, "I know what it is. Why I'm sick, I mean."

"Please, Stiles," Peter says. "Tell me."

When the nogitsune and Stiles split, their bodies got mixed up and torn apart, leaving Stiles to inhabit a completely magical construct. He needs an anchor to the physical world in order to survive and when he can't wait any longer, he goes to Peter Hale.

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Toothed Morality (Send Me Flowers) by rightsidethru [Teen Wolf]

“The world is a dark place, moje kochanie; it is one filled with monsters, always ready to gobble you whole. Be wary of the promises they give: seal every vow with blood and bone and Name. A True Name, one that will bind them to their word.”

“But how will I know that they’re telling the truth, Matka? Couldn’t they lie…?”

“You’ll know, mały płomień.”

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a rose by any other name (would taste just as bitter) by heyimflamel [KHR]

"What is this?" The tremor in his voice is well-hidden, but there. Iemitsu is staring at his son like he doesn't know who it is, sitting across from them. It was funny. It was as if he thought he had any business to know who Tsuna was in the first place. "What are you?"

Tsunayoshi smiles, saccharine sweet and dripping oil slick ink from serrated teeth. "I am what you made me."

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Where I Want to Be by Tahlruil [Teen Wolf]

Peter wasn't exactly surprised when he 'woke up' in hell.

He'd known his wounds were fatal as soon as he'd gotten them. In truth he'd never expected to still be standing after his quest for revenge had been completed. What mattered was taking the Argent family down with him and making sure they died before he did. Peter had saved Kate and Gerard for last; they had looked into his eyes as they bled out. They had known that he was the instrument of their family's doom and he couldn't ask for more than that.

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Enemy Action by pprfaith [Teen Wolf]

Once is chance, twice is coincidence and three times is far too many bodies on the ground.

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And below are ones I haven’t read but I asked for recs from a few people I know and they suggested these:

Black Pride by AHazza [Harry Potter]

The portrait of Cygnus Black I that hung in the Ministry reported that her firstborn had been sent to Azkaban without any trial whatsoever.

It made Walburga furious. Not on His behalf, of course, but because of the utter disrespect shown to a scion of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. How dare they? If she let them get away with it, then next time those filthy blood traitors might think it was perfectly fine to treat that way a worthy member of the House of Black. After all, it had set a precedent. A bad precedent. It mustn’t be allowed.

Or,

Walburga Black saves Sirius from Azkaban, and it changes everything.

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the blood in my veins by greenbergsays [MCU]

Bucky doesn’t know a lot but he knows this: if there’s a world out there where he doesn’t have Steve, he hopes it’s a world he isn’t long for. That version of Bucky Barnes would be a sad sonuvabitch to see.

That Bucky Barnes is better off dead.

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fear no fate (for you are mine) by hyugesoo [KHR]

When Hibari Kyouya realizes just who Yamamoto Takeshi is related to, he expects the boy to be a carnivore.

When Yamamoto Takeshi falls short of Kyouya's high expectations, Kyouya becomes furious and maybe a little obsessed. But mostly furious.

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And also the BSD fics by Setsodarkness.

#message #fanfic rec

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ripper-royalty · 1 year ago

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Selective Starter Call

I have some neat AUs and Verses that I'd like to get more interactions in - check them out and drop a comment if you'd like a starter/plot in one of them

Completely Alternate Universes

Fangs and Furious - Stefan is a street racer and mechanic based in @voros-kiralyno's original lore. He's a bit manic in this one, trying to deal with being on human blood while resisting the tempations to be a Ripper.

Stefan's a Cowboy - Stefan's parents own a small ranch in montana, they have cattle and horses. In this verse he's human and just doing hot cowboy things. Would be good for a boarding house storyline or perhaps a troubled teen/young adult rehab.

Canon Divergent AUs

Polymayhem - Katherine never leaves her boys, she takes both of them with her when she leaves Mystic Falls. Eventually they end up having a kid and she wont tell them who the father is, so he and Damon are raising their daughter in Mystic Falls (present day ish) while Katherine visits when she can.

Red String - Divergence starts in season 5, stefrine end game. Stefan is struggling heavily with the PTSD after drowning over the summer. Might be a bit reclusive, but he really needs to get out more in this one, to start feeling normal again.

#starter call #save

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h0rr0rsaxo · 2 years ago

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[ applause. || simp party. ]

CONTENT WARNINGS: none.

PAIRINGS: none.

TAGS: @insane-horror-movie-addict @cheesefanboy2

A/N: Oc-verse Nightmare fic, you already know this isn't gonna end good.

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: "(Applause - Lady Gaga)" 01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43 ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ ---˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹---

"Pixie, give me the current status of the two idiots I had hired. Had they slaughtered my nephew yet?" Nightmare walked down one of the many hallways that her castle had occupied, her hair was pinned up on the back of her head— a skin tight black dress had hugged against her body while she quickly walked, the little imp below her having trouble keeping up.

"W—well not e-exactly," Pixie looked down at her digitally-advanced clipboard, stumbling and a pair of slightly thick rimmed, square glasses situated themselves on the bridge of her nose. The little imp-girl appeared to be extremely short— standing at about three feet tall. "He unfortunately appears to be…alive. In fact, on here, it says he's barely harmed at all! It seems like Viper and Fang aren't doing their job." Pixie bumped into Nightmare's leg when the Goddess abruptly stopped, clenching her fists until steam started to rise from her gloves— a furious look in her eyes.

"What!?" Her eyes sparked with the flames of fury, but in the moonlight, her incredibly bright blue eyes shimmered like water, and what Pixie imagined the oceans of yesterday used to look like, "You can't be fucking SERIOUS." Her sharp teeth became visible as she clenched her jaw— while brightly colored fire sparked onto her clenched fists, reeling her fist back, she struck it into a wall. The stone-wall faltered underneath her fist, and creaking was heard above them— a large hole was seen in the ceiling from the sheer strength of the punch, and with the supportive wall now shattered, the ceiling began to give way. Pixie scrambled to dodge the falling rubble that threatened to crush her meek form, and quickly whistled for house-keeping to fix the wall.

"A—a-are you okay my lady? You look like you're about to massacre another species…again." She looked over at her, Pixie's face held solemnity and concern while she dryly swallowed,

"I'm fine, Pixie. Just a little…unamused by the news." Nightmare looked at the tiny woman, her eyes glistening in the moonlight.

"S-s-shall I send Apollo and Artemis to drag them back to this realm for their public execution?" Pixie's breathing was so frantic; she thought she was going to pass out. She couldn't even decipher how long she had been staring at Nightmare for, though the small imp's instincts were guiding her to just run at this point.

"I'll consider it. Perhaps I might even send my proxies to take care of it. Where are those blue-blooded disappointments anyways?"

"If I'm correct, they're out on separate missions. Finn Sterling is managing the war you had started with Atlantia, Lucio Sanchez is spying on the empyrean-realm and managing to blend in, Ivy Varkon is massacring the Mystic's main source of magic, and the rest— are participating in the other war that you had started in the celestial territory— they are dragging Elden Stone here as we speak." Pixie had briefly listed off all the tasks, slightly out of breath from attempting to keep up with the taller women while simultaneously reading off of her magically changing clipboard— which worked like a crystal-ball with how its pages changed based on exactly what you wanted to know. "Also! Your next show starts in a minute!"

As the demon stands among the throngs of people, they can feel the excitement and anticipation building. The air is thick with energy and the hum of conversation as everyone waits for the main event to begin. Suddenly, the lights dim, and the sound of cheers fills the air. They turn to see a figure emerging from the wings, her blue hair shining brightly under the spotlight. As the Goddess pushes past the curtains, entering the stage, the audience erupts into a deafening cheer. The sound echoes throughout the room as she makes her way to the center, her heels clicking against the polished wooden floor— the demons cheered for their savior. The spotlight shines down on her, illuminating her flowing blue hair and sparkling dress, and casting shadows across the rest of the stage.

Nightmare takes a deep breath and lets out a soft sigh, feeling the energy of the audience wash over her. She raises her arms and the crowd becomes even louder, their cheers almost drowning out the sound of her voice.

"My dear friends," She started, her voice ringing out with a commanding presence. "I am honored to be standing here before you tonight. I am Nightmare, and I have come to share with you a message that I believe is of the utmost importance." The woman who has captured the hearts of so many with her incredible talent and magnetic presence. As she steps onto the stage, the crowd erupts into a deafening roar of applause and cheers. Her citizens can feel the energy of the crowd surging through them, and their own excitement builds as they watch her take her place at the center of the stage.

The audience quiets down, their eyes fixed on her as she continues to speak. "We live in a world that is full of chaos and uncertainty. We are bombarded with negative news and messages every day, and it can be hard to find hope and positivity in such a bleak landscape."

"But I am here to tell you that there is hope. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. We can make a difference, and we can create a better world for ourselves and for future generations! We can get rid of the unneeded pests of this world! We can become the greatest beings to ever exist!"

The audience cheers again, louder than before, and I smile as I feel their energy and enthusiasm. "But it starts with us. We must be the change we wish to see in the world. We must stand up for what is right and just, and we must never give up hope." The crowd erupts into a standing ovation, their cheers echoing off the walls of the auditorium. She raises her hand, signaling for them to quiet down, and they slowly start to calm down, still hanging on her every word.

"As we go forward from this moment, let us remember that we are all part of something greater than ourselves. During the last few years, this realm has achieved the most perfection! We have killed and launched wars that impacted this world's change for the better— and I do not intend to stop! We are the world's greatest race, and with the extinction of humans, we shall overthrow every sinful God in existence! Starting… with this one!" As she loudly whistled, her blue-blooded proxies busted through the roof of the stage— creating blue themed explosions as they made their entrance.

But it's not just her voice that captivates the audience. It's her entire being. Her movements are fluid and graceful, each one perfectly timed to the music. Her blue hair flows around her like a river, adding to the ethereal effect of her beautiful figure. The crowd is in a frenzy, screaming with joy and admiration for this incredible woman. And then, out of nowhere, a voice rises above the rest. "I LOVE YOU NIGHTMARE!" a random citizen yells out.

Nightmare pauses for a moment, a smile spreading across her face. "I love you too, random citizen!" she shouts back, her voice carrying over the noise of the crowd. It's a moment of pure magic. A moment that will be remembered by everyone who witnessed it. The crowd continues to cheer and applaud, their love for her evident in every scream and shout. The proxies waved at her extremely large audience, dragging out the God of the celestial-realm — known as Elden Stone.

As the spotlight shone down on the stage, the audience held their breath in anticipation. Suddenly, a figure emerged towards him, a woman with long flowing hair and a sultry, dangerous gaze. It was Nightmare, the infamous deity and queen of the underworld. Standing before her was Elden Stone, a powerful being who had thought himself invincible. But as he gazed upon Nightmare, he felt a chill run down his spine. He knew that he was in the presence of a force even greater than himself.

"Let me go," Elden pleaded, his voice quivering with fear. "I am not meant to be here. I am not meant to be a part of your games. You know better than this, you should be focusing on Akuma! Not me!"

Nightmare merely laughed in response. "Games?" she said, her voice low and throaty. "Oh, my dear Elden, you have no idea what games are. You can't escape your sins or what you've done."

Turning to the crowd, Nightmare raised her arms and called out, "Shall we let him go?" The audience erupted into a frenzy of shouts and cheers, all of them demanding that the God be kept there. The God looked around in horror as he realized that he was trapped, surrounded by a sea of faces that hungered for his destruction.

Turning back to Nightmare, he pleaded with her once again. "Please, I beg of you. Let me go. I am not meant to be here."

But Nightmare merely smiled, a cold, cruel expression that sent shivers down the God's spine. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice dripping with honeyed venom. "But I have to give the people what they want." And with that, she stepped forward, her eyes locked on the God's. The crowd roared as she reached out and touched him, her fingers tracing a line down his cheek. The God screamed in agony as Nightmare's touch burned him, searing his skin and leaving him writhing in pain. And as the crowd cheered and jeered, Nightmare stood back and watched, a twisted smile on her face. For she knew that she had won once again. She had proven that she was the true master of the many realms, and that even the most powerful of beings were no match for her power. With a single snap, a large glow of blue light started to glow within him— the God started to feel his golden blood begin to spill amongst the stage.

As the God writhed in agony, the crowd screamed and cheered, demanding that Nightmare bring him to justice. They chanted her name over and over, their voices rising to a fever pitch as they urged her to punish tbe God for his sins. Nightmare basked in the adulation of the crowd, reveling in the power that she held over them. She raised her arms high, her fingers splayed wide as she soaked in the spotlight that illuminated her form. It was as though she was a goddess, bathed in the warm glow of worship and adoration.

As the chanting grew louder, Nightmare turned her attention back to the God. He lay on the ground, his body wracked with pain as he tried to crawl away from her. But Nightmare was too quick for him. She stepped forward, her heels clicking against the hard floor as she closed in on her prey. The God looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear. "Please," he gasped, his voice barely a whisper. "Have mercy."

But Nightmare merely laughed in response. "Mercy?" she said, her voice dripping with scorn. "You expect mercy from me? You are a fool." The crowd roared with approval, their voices drowning out the God's pitiful cries. They wanted blood, and Nightmare was more than happy to oblige them. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a bolt of dark energy, sending it hurtling towards the God. He screamed as the energy struck him, his body spasming as he was consumed by its power.

The crowd erupted into wild cheers, their voices rising to a deafening crescendo as they watched the God writhe in agony. They wanted justice, and Nightmare was their queen. And as the spotlight continued to highlight her form, Nightmare stood tall and proud, her eyes blazing with the fire of victory. For she knew that she had once again proven her power, and that no one, not even a God, could stand in her way.

As Elden Stone lay writhing in agony, a young girl burst onto the stage. She had short purple hair that shimmered in the light, and her eyes were a bright, fiery orange. It was Flare, a healer of great renown, and she had come to save Elden's life.

With a determined look on her face, Flare ran towards Elden, her hands glowing with a soft, warm light. As she approached him, she could feel the dark energy pulsing within him, threatening to consume him entirely. Flare was the last known being with the ability to completely heal somebody, and therefore, was wanted throughout the realms.

But Flare was not deterred. She knelt down beside Elden and placed her hands on his chest, letting the healing energy flow from her body into his. It was a delicate process, one that required great skill and concentration, but Flare was more than up to the task. As she worked, Elden's screams of agony slowly began to subside. The dark energy that had been consuming him began to dissipate, replaced by a warm, soothing light that filled him with peace— even if Nightmare had turned him into a mortal, at least he wasn't dead, thanks to Flare.

Flare continued to pour her healing energy into Elden, her brow furrowed with concentration. It was as though she was in a trance, lost in the flow of energy that passed between her and Elden. For a long while, there was nothing but terrifying screams of disdain from the crowd. On the stage, the only sound was the soft hum of Flare's healing energy as it flowed into Elden's body, mending his wounds and soothing his pain.

And then, finally, Elden's eyes opened. They were clear and bright, no longer clouded by the dark energy that had consumed him. He looked up at Flare, his expression one of gratitude and wonder.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Flare smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with joy. "You're welcome!" she said. "I'm just glad I could help!" And with that, Flare stood up and walked off the stage, her head held high and her heart filled with pride. For she knew that she had done something truly remarkable, something that would be remembered for years to come. She had saved Elden Stone's life, and in doing so, she had proven herself to be one of the greatest healers of all time. Though, even Nightmare's blue-blooded proxies had despised the young girl and what she was trying to do.

As Flare walked off the stage, a chorus of boos and hisses erupted from the crowd. They were angry at her for saving Elden Stone, a God they believed deserved to die. They wanted blood, and Flare's interference had robbed them of their chance to see justice done. But even as she trembled with fear, Flare knew that she had done what was right. She had saved a life, and that was something that no amount of anger or fear could ever take away.

As she made her way offstage, Flare could feel the weight of the crowd's anger pressing down on her. She knew that she had done the right thing, but it was clear that the people of the underworld did not agree. And then, suddenly, Nightmare was there beside her. Her older sister was furious, her eyes blazing with anger as she looked down at Flare.

"What have you done?" Nightmare hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "You have no right to interfere with executions. You have no right to save his life."

Flare looked up at her sister, her eyes filled with fear and desperation. "But he is innocent," she pleaded. "I beg you, spare his life, Night! He does not deserve to die. He has done no wrong!"

But Nightmare merely shook her head, her anger growing by the second. "You do not understand," she said. "This is not about innocence or guilt. This is about power, about control. And you have no place interfering with that. He is just as evil as any other God— and I shall punish him for what he has done to you." With a dismissive wave of her hand, Nightmare sent Flare back to her room. Flare stumbled away, her heart heavy with sorrow and regret. She knew that she had done what was right, but at what cost? Would her sister ever forgive her for saving Elden's life?

As she lay in her bed that night, Flare could hear the sounds of the crowd outside. They were still angry, still demanding justice. The purple-haired girl wondered what Fang would have done— she seemed the expert on this type of stuff, and usually, Flare came to her for advice. But Fang was nowhere to be seen, it was strange.

As Nightmare stood before the large crowd, her heart pounding in her chest, she knew that she had to make amends for her younger sister's interference in the battle. The chaos and destruction caused by her sibling's actions had been devastating, and Nightmare knew that she had to take responsibility for her family's mistakes.

"Friends, fellow citizens of this realm," she began, her voice clear and strong. "I come before you today to apologize for the actions of my younger sister. Her interference in this execution was unwelcome and caused harm to many of you. I understand that her actions were reckless and irresponsible, and for that, I am truly sorry." The crowd murmured amongst themselves, some nodding in agreement while others looked on with suspicion. But Nightmare pressed on, determined to make things right.

"I know that my sister's actions may have caused annoyance, but I promise you that I will do everything in my power to make things right," she declared, her hands beginning to glow with a bright blue light. "I will use my magic to help rebuild what has been destroyed, and I will not rest until this realm is safe once more." With a fierce determination, Nightmare shot powerful bursts of magic towards Elden Stone, who stood at the front of the crowd. The blue energy crackled in the air, illuminating the faces of the cheering crowd. The people screamed in delight and cheered for her, their voices ringing out across the city.

They knew that Nightmare was a powerful deity, and they were grateful for her efforts to protect their home. As she stood there, basking in the adoration of the crowd, Nightmare knew that she had made the right choice. She would continue to use her magic to defend and protect, no matter the cost. For her, there was no greater honor than serving the people of this realm.

Her proxies stood on the side, with the same emotionless look in their faces as the blue–bloods watched in fear of the Goddess they were serving.

#simp party #simp party my beloved #oc verse simp party #nightmare my beloved #FLARE MY BELOVED #poor pixie lol

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secret-engima · 4 years ago

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More Thoughts On Team Gremlin verse

-This thing’s official name is “Saving the World for Fun and Profit” because I find that funny.

-At some point in their escapades, Whitley joins the team. No, he’s not a time traveler, he’s just a smol child Schnee that certain members of the White Fang thought would be good to hold for ransom. Naturally, Oscar found him and put a stop to that and trundled off with a kid his physical age in tow. Torchwick oFFERED to put the kid back where he belonged (once he caught the kids with an extra in their midst, which took about a week) but Whitley is young and impressionable and has just gone from a house that is empty and cold and devoid of anyone willing to love him to spending a week or so with this crew of crazy kids who hug him and ruffle his hair and let him get dirty while playing and feed him candy and don’t scold him for not spending hours practicing for his recitals. Who have an adult that acts so vibrant and *different* from his parents and who pays attention to Whitley when he speaks. Who even have a DOG that is friendly and huge and TALKS which almost makes up for how he’s a bit goopy instead of fluffy like the books say dogs should be.

-He turns those big hopeful eyes on them and asks if he can *stay* and Oscar immediately turns the puppy eyes on Torchwick, because if Whitley, who helped him in the future-that-isn’t, wants to stay and be happy here then of course Oscar is onboard.

-Torchwick: Noooo. Noooooo. Arrgggh don’t you DARE try to cute me you tiny terror-.

-Oscar and Whitley: *puppy eyes intensify*

-Also Torchwick: FINE. But he needs to dye his hair so people don’t instantly know he’s a Schnee.

-Neo: *whips out a two bottles of dye that both match her hair and beams because she always wanted a baby brother*

-At some OTHER point in time, Oscar accidentally mentions that a Certain Person shot him off a cliff when he was out of Aura. Torchwick, being the reasonable, focused, definitely-not-a-dad criminal mastermind he is, absolutely does NOT break into General Ironwood’s home to break his nose.

-The fact that his entire info network in Mantle and Atlas is now running a side operation of Make The General Miserable is complete coincidence. Truly. So is Neo disappearing for a week and coming back smelling of Tundra, with bloody knuckles and a satisfied expression.

-Oscar: Guys, I told you to leave him alone! He was suffering a mental breakdown, and I survived the fall. It’s fine!

-Mercury: You and I have *very* different opinions on what counts as fine, Boss. And that’s counting the fact that I was raised by Marcus Black.

-Sondor the Grimm Hound is the goodest boy. He crawled his way out of the experimental goo pool Salem had dumped his founding material in several years early just to go find his Pups.

-Everyone is a Pup to Sondor.

-Yes even Torchwick. Torchwick is just more like a bratty yearling pup to him.

-Except Neo, she acts too much like a cat to be a Pup.

-Of course his favorite Pup is Oscar Pup. Who is small and fierce and doesn’t understand that because he is hurt, he shouldn’t be trying to hunt the same way the others do. Here Oscar Pup climb on his back, he will help.

-Sondor, like in canon, can speak, he just tends to stick to short phrases because talking is tricky when you have a skull shape Like That. The kids have maybe had too much fun trying to teach him human single-word memes.

-Behold, the Grimm who knows the meaning of and can say Yeet at the correct time.

-Sondor is a firm believer in bedtime. The concept was introduced to him pre-time travel when Neo, Mercury, and Emerald were all trying to put Oscar back together mentally and physically. Often, Oscar would lose all concept of time (and self) while trying to mentally navigate around the ragged hole left by what Salem did to Ozpin inside him, and this could lead to Oscar just- straight up forgetting to SLEEP. For Days. So since Sondor was always a constant at Oscar’s side (no one else wanted to deal with the Grimm but also no one else wanted to try removing him from the side of the one person he was attached to and who would in turn spontaneously use magic to defend), Em sat down with the Giant Death Dog and taught this sucker the concept of bedtime. Specifically, if the Broken Light (moon) was out and the clock looked like So, then Oscar needed to be IN BED, lying down and SLEEPING until the clock looked like This.

-It took a few tries but Sondor got the gist eventually, and this makes taking bby out on nighttime heists post-time travel tricky because Sondor is prone to just looking up at the moon, rasping “Bedtime. For pups.” and then scooping Oscar up and trundling off to the nearest comfy spot. He will 100% lie down with Oscar and gently rest his head on Oscar’s torso so that the boy can’t escape. Oscar would protest but he does need the help and Sondor has also done this to any of the other Pups if he catches them up too late at night.

-Sondor must be *bribed* to let Oscar participate in any activity past his “bedtime” that Emerald first taught him. And then Oscar has to make up for it by taking a daytime nap. Oscar would protest but physically he is 6 and working his way up so he does actually need sleep.

-If anyone ever told Oscar that someday the fastest way to put him to sleep would be to have a giant, vaguely gooey Grimm hound that can shapeshift into even more terrifying forms cuddle him and make low rumbly noises he would have... well depending on timeline he would have stared, run away, or just laughed hard enough to choke on his own blood because sure why not, it’s not like his day can get any weirder after being kidnapped and tortured by an evil grimm queen lady.

-Everyone picture Oscar riding Sondor into battle. Or just riding around on him in general because bby has joint problems and height problems and riding his Best Friend Doggo is a great way to help with both.

-Everyone picture Oscar smiling serenely at some criminal gang who has surrounded him to try to kidnap him and hold him over Torchwick’s head. They have a lot of men.

-“I have a Sondor.”

-*furious bellowing Hound Grimm with bloody-colored wings drops from the sky to LOOM protectively over Oscar, roaring bloody murder at the criminals who thought the child with the limp and the cane was a good target*.

-Sondor’s second favorite Pup is Emerald, because she gives the Good Scritches and also has more sense than most of the other Pups combined. Mercury is Trouble Pup, Neo is Kitten. Whitley is New Pup and has been occasionally dubbed Brat. Sondor is not afraid to gently drag Whitley out of trouble by his leg. The fact that his entire leg can fit in this giant Grimm’s mouth should probably terrify Whitley, but he’s picked up his cues from Mercury (who has also been dragged around by his leg by an annoyed Sondor) and thus just whines and flails.

#Secret Engima Rambles #Team Gremlin verse #rwby #rwby au #Oscar and his posse of bad guys save the world

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bladedweaponsandswishycoats · 5 years ago

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Another Ask game from @theleakypen

Name: myro (not really, but for here). bladedweaponsandswishycoats on tumblr, bladedweapons on fandom twitter.

Fandoms I have written for: Only MDZS/The Untamed so far, really. (Technically I wrote a 1 sentence fic for Gideon the Ninth, but that doesn’t really count, it was a furious 1am angry post when I finished the book and was mad at the ending.)

Where you post: AO3, twitter, whatever on here, though less here.

Favorite one-shot (yes I changed the prompt): Missed Connections, Yunmeng which is Yunmeng siblings pov of the last bit of the flashback/episode 33. It is angsty and only 400 words but I love it.

Favorite multichapter: I think probably my Mo Xuanyu fix-it that I have not yet started posting. It’s a postcanon wangxian casefic that rescues Mo Xuanyu. Here’s a bit from a WiP Weds post. But since it is not posted yet, in the interests of talking about what is posted, maybe It Must Be Tuesday (Wei Wuxian’s in Trouble), which is a Burial Mounds canon divergence. I haven’t updated it in a bit, but that is because I’ve decided to write the whole rest of it so that I can post it quickly over a few weeks, and at this point its nearly there.

Fic you were nervous to post: Oh My God, There’s Two of Them Now, which is a crossover with a lot of meta-textual silliness and dimension jumping, in which comics-Loki, wangxian, and Jiang Cheng team up to go help other demonic cultivators in other fandoms, starting with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Yes, Buffy is a demonic cultivator, fight me. I was nervous to post it because crossovers are not usually as popular and I wasn’t sure anyone would want to read it.

How do you choose your titles: Uh, I don’t really have a consistent method. My first fic in the fandom was based on a translated Wuji lyric, the Tuesday one is based on a line of dialogue in Buffy, and the crossover is based on my reaction/ how I assume the rest of the characters in MDZS/Untamed would react if faced with WWX and Loki, with TWICE the chaotic queer gremlin energy of either one alone.

Do you outline: Yes, but sometimes it means I do so much outlining it is then hard to start writing, so I have been reconsidering maybe using the method less.

WiP I’m most excited about: (untitled) the Lanpires fic - the canon-verse Wangxian fic where the Lans are all vampires, that I’m writing with @iamwestiec- It’s so and sexy and fun, y’all. What’s better than just Yiling Laozu vibe? Yiling Laozu AND horny bitey Lan Zhan vampire vibes (Not posted yet but here’s a WiP Weds clip)

Other WiPs/not yet started (besides those already mentioned - but I have a rule of no more than 3 WiPs posting at a time so will be a while for some):

MDZS/Untamed:

One-shot about a nightmare where playing Inquiry turns into Vanquish (not posted)

written out form of this threadfic I did about the Lan forehead ribbon being woven with spells for compliance and obedience

(not yet started but exists in full form in my head) prequel to the Loki crossover where Loki as a multiverse-hopping god(dess) of story jumps into the Burial Mounds, see the mess that is the MDZS/Untamed verse, and proceeds to help Wei Wuxian unfuck the narrative and save some lives/make a happier ending for MDZS/Untamed.

Pseudo-academic paper-based fic in which academics several hundred years post-MDZS canon theorize about the “Qinghe Patron X” and their potential involvement in pivotal events leading to the Four Sects Era. In which academics theorize about Nie Huaisang, meanwhile Nie Huaisang is still alive and thinks it is hilarious to drop false clues and fuck with them.

TGCF:

Hualian smutty one-shot where Xie Lian and Hua Cheng find out that drinking divine/demonic(ghost) blood allows the demon(ghost)/god to control the drinker (like in SVSSS) and decide to have fun with it, involving blood drinking, Xie Lian with fangs, and bodily control fun.

Postcanon cathartic Beefleaf fix-it and get-together (mostly an outline so far)

Ghost Bros - about He Xuan and Hua Cheng being friends (so far some random chunks of dialogue but I want to do more but I lack a plot)

Prompts: I haven’t really done prompts, but I totally would try. Fair warning I am better at angst than I am at fluff. I was doing 3-sentence fic prompts for a while this summer and this Wei Wuxian + ghosts Murder Boi one is my favorite. (Prompt was Wang Lingjiao + Chenqing “thankful”)

Not tagging anyone because I am, as usual, too shy to presume so much (and also I think most people who might do this already have.)

#ask meme #fanfiction

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just-horrible-things · 4 years ago

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‘Verse: Kethrys Timeline: A couple of weeks after Ariadne pledges her service to Kaelyx Co-written with @khalwrites, Kaelyx and ‘verse are hers

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[Part one]

Ariadne lunges. She has no plan of attack. She won’t need one. Kaelyx is better than her. Fear deadens her senses and slows her thoughts. The flat of Kaelyx’s blade slams into bruised and tender ribs again. Ariadne expects to be knocked back with the force of it. She is not. Stumbling with surprise, she is vulnerable. But this time Kaelyx doesn’t press the attack. She steps back.

Ariadne understands the invitation. Obediently, she lunges again. The same sidestep, the same counter, and Ariadne is still too slow to avoid the blow to her ribs. Kaelyx pauses just a heartbeat, just long enough for Ariadne’s back foot to find earth, then comes at her with another simple swipe. Ariadne takes it on the arm. Pain flares up and down the bone, fiercer than the impact really warrants.

“You might want to defend yourself.” Kaelyx steps back again. Her voice is mocking, but not furious. Ariadne jerks her head in a nod. “Yes Kaelyx,” she says. A derisive snort from the dragon queen. Ariadne chides herself. No grovelling. She’s not him.

But she does a little better, as they come together again. Kaelyx is toying with her, slowing her strikes enough for Ariadne to keep up with, signalling half her moves with her eyes before she makes them. Letting Ariadne take the offensive sometimes. Pulling her blows.

Ariadne feels baited, but what choice does she have but to swallow, and to wait for the hook to catch in her throat.

Still, the panic -- you know I despise it when you panic -- eases slowly, and her feet find the rhythm. The suffocating, blinding fog in her head starts to lift. She begins to sense Kaelyx’s intentions, and to think more than a single motion in advance. The pace increases slowly. If Kaelyx is hoping to get some genuine practice from this, perhaps Ariadne will not entirely disappoint.

The dragon queen is still better than her. She ‘kills’ Ariadne dozens of times over. But the victories are not driven home with so much force. Ariadne is smacked with the sword, not clubbed with it. She’s shoved back rather than tackled to the ground. She falls for a feint, and the subsequent stab is stopped short of even touching her. “Keep your arm up,” Kaelyx tells her. “Don’t fall for the trick move, I’d have left myself open if I’d followed through.”

Something tugs in Ariadne’s chest and behind her eyes, something not fear but equally vulnerable. It’s gone a moment later, leaving behind only the familiar faint pang of fake gratitude, and the ever-present anxiety.

She follows the instruction. They play out the same exchange again, with Ariadne forewarned, so that she can see how it should have gone. Kaelyx moves on immediately, and Ariadne’s verbal thoughts fall quiet again to let her body think. Forwards, block high, forwards again, mistake, evade, struck again, breathe, push forwards.

The kick that drops her is not delivered full strength, but it connects with the knee that buckled earlier, and Ariadne goes down hard. No sword at her throat this time, so she rolls back to her feet immediately -- if something’s really damaged she’ll find out when it doesn’t take her weight -- but she stumbles as vertigo spins in her skull.

The knee is fine. Ariadne can ignore the pain. But all the will in the world won’t stop her limbs shaking with exhaustion. She can’t train as long as she used to. She feels the first edge of frustration, before it’s written over with fear again. How long will Kaelyx push her? What will happen when she can’t keep getting up?

She hides the tremor as best as she can, and throws herself at the dragon queen again.

Kaelyx continues to grant generous amounts of leeway. Ariadne gives her her absolute focus, grateful for the opportunities to learn. But her fatigue shows. Focus can’t compensate for the loss of strength and speed and coordination. She makes many, many mistakes. And it’s not long before she trips over her own feet and falls again.

No sword at her throat, no bared fangs. Her muscles burn, but they obey as Ariadne forces herself back to her feet. “You’re exhausted,” Kaelyx says. “Yes,” Ariadne agrees. “I’m sorry. I can keep going.” Those silver eyes are unreadable, alien, as they stare Ariadne down. “You’re done,” Kaelyx declares. “And I have things to do.” Ariadne nods gratefully, apprehensively. Is she dismissed? “Go rest.” She is dismissed.

She limps to her designated tent, heavily favouring the hurt knee now. She burrows into the bedroll and lies flat, letting the waves of tremor roll through her body and slowly cease. The world spins gently, and the floor pushes up against her aching limbs. It feels fantastic just to be still, and she lets herself luxuriate in it. A small pleasure.

On some level, she’s still waiting for the catch.

Kaelyx was furious. Kaelyx despises her. Their history in the castle cells taints every breath Ariadne takes. Ariadne wasn’t afraid of dying, when she thought Kaelyx was going to kill her. It doesn’t matter if Ariadne dies. She’s already got what she wanted -- she’s given the monsters every scrap of information she can think of. She’s given the King her fuck you.

She wasn’t afraid of dying. She was afraid of being kept alive.

She was afraid, when they sparred with live steel, that Kaelyx would cut her muscles and ligaments one by one and make her keep fighting. She was afraid, pinned under her claws, that Kaelyx would rip her to ribbons. She was afraid when she hit the floor over and over, that the blows would get harder and harder until they shattered bones.

She was afraid that Kaelyx might ruin her, drag her to a healer, and expect her to spar again next time the dragon queen had frustration to burn off.

But here she still is, not broken, not crying with agony.

She quailed under the force of the dragon’s righteous anger, and she walked away with nothing worse than bruises.

For a little while, Ariadne wonders if she is going to cry. The tears come at the strangest of times. She drowns in the emotions sometimes, self-control in tatters. But this time she doesn’t sob. The ache in her chest passes and leaves her with the relief of emptiness again.

For a little longer, she lies still and she thinks nothing at all.

Eventually, she no longer feels the pain of fatigue in her limbs, and her breathing is easy. She rolls over, and is merely uncomfortable. She has rested, as ordered, and her body rewards her by obeying her intentions without trembling.

She gets up, and goes looking for work that she can do.

#my writing #my ocs #others' ocs #kaelyx #ariadne #kethrys!ariadne #verse: kethrys #abuse of authority tw #past trauma tw #mental health tw #exhaustion tw #torture mention

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ipaintwithwords · 5 years ago

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Inktober 2020 #1

The Tenth Tail

Nightfall came earlier than usual that day. Under the fiery oranges and deep blues of the autumn sky, the murmuring of the woods was beginning to turn silent. The birds of the canopy tucked their heads under their wings and the small rodents of the ground retreated to their burrows, as the crickets woke and reached for their violins right when the moon emerged from behind the clouds. Their song filled the crisp, earthy air of the forest, a soft, endless twitter of hundreds of tiny legs, peaceful and quiet, almost eerie as nothing else made a sound.

No owls hooted, no leaves rustled, no twigs snapped under the hoof of no lost fawn - nothing but the crickets, serenading the stars in neverending verses. At least that was the only thing the boy could hear, besides the ragged, painful breaths of his own.

He was laying on the ground, one hand full of luscious berries bleeding crimson poison on his fingers, the other one digging into the dirt, trying to hold onto it with all that was left inside him. The golden ocean of fallen leaves was warm around him, like the comforting embrace of a blanket, but somehow he still felt the cold creeping up his spine under his sweat-soaked, tattered clothes, digging its way deep into his bones - spreading everywhere, except for his throat and the bitter, scorching flames of hellfire raging under his tongue.

It was way past the point where he was scared. He was scared twenty minutes ago when the berries first started burning his mouth, when the world started spinning and vertigo took over and his legs collapsed under him. He wasn’t scared anymore - he was petrified with fear, and he had no idea what to do.

He couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. He could only stare at the night sky and blink, but he couldn’t bring himself to close his eyes, not even for a heartbeat. He couldn’t bring himself to blink, because he was terrified to get lost in the dark, so instead, he stared at the constellations floating right above him, following the playful dance of soft, flickering, yellow lights with his eyes, only to keep himself awake and alive, while he was waiting for a miracle.

But the longer he waited, the more certain it became that no miracle was going to come his way.

That it was only a matter of time until he couldn’t even grasp for air anymore, and that everything was in vain. All those months spent planning his great escape, all the troubles he faced along the way, from the moment he made his decision ‘til the day he bid farewell to the pointy iron gates of the orphanage for the last time; all the time he spent walking until his toes bled and his shoes fell apart, chasing a dream he borrowed from someone else… He suffered and fought and pushed himself through all this only to die from a handful of poisonous berries under the trees of an unfamiliar, cold, dark forest in the dead of night.

“Pathetic”, hissed a hateful voice in the depths of the chaos swarming inside his head. “A useless, homeless, pathetic wreck from no man’s land, that is what you are, boy” crackled the voice with a sour, pitiful laugh, and the boy felt his stomach shrink to the size of a pea. The voice of his cruel, gruesome orphanage matron was the last thing he wanted to hear on his deathbed of fallen leaves - but somehow, it was the only thing he could think of, as angry, miserable tears filled his foggy eyes.

If only he weren’t so restless. So desperate to find his way out of this vast forest, so committed to making it there… Wherever that place he always dreamed of reaching one day might be. If only he stayed put, only for one more night… If only he chose to stargaze at the small clearing instead of wandering off at dusk. If only he had some more of the cheese he stole from that old man with the crooked nose from the market a few days back...

If only he weren’t so lost, so tired, and so very, terribly hungry.

Suddenly, the glimmering starlight grew brighter around him, and the thorns in his throat started to wither. As if the Devil himself commanded them, the raging flames retreated behind the gates of hell, and for a magical moment, the pain almost completely disappeared, leaving nothing but lightweight relief in its place.

Then a firefly brushed his tear-stained cheek, and the boy felt his entire chest harden.

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When the foxes found him, his heart was barely beating.

He was frozen to the marrow, his whole body trembling, poison berries staining his lips dark blue and the cold turning his sunkissed skin pale as porcelain. It was a miracle that he was still breathing. It was a miracle that he was still holding onto life, that his spirit refused to leave him; alone in the dark and in this weary, exhausted, fragile little body in which the boy was born barely ten years ago, in a land far, far away - the body which already ached enough for a lifetime, and yet, was strong enough to keep him alive.

The boy didn’t even flinch when half a dozen jaws locked around his wrists and ankles, pointy fangs sinking into his cold skin to lift him up, onto the back of the biggest, oldest, wisest fox of the pack. The foxes moved without a sound, graceful and swift like the morning breeze, as they carried the boy across the valley, following wayfarer’s mushrooms and the signs of the fae folk along hidden trails and crystal-clear streams, crawling under moss-covered roots and dashing through bushes with an unrelenting, unstoppable, urgent force.

After a while, the foxes reached a small, hidden clearing, illuminated by warm light coming from the windows of an old, cozy-looking cottage. Normally, they would’ve stopped at the door and waited until it opened for them, but this time, they didn’t. They rushed inside with the boy, a flood of orange fur filling up the cottage with alerting sounds and demanding sparks of danger - all of which was met with a pair of piercing, amber eyes of a slightly frightened, slightly confused, slightly furious woman, trying to enjoy her dinner in peace.

“What’s the meaning of this?!” snapped the woman with a disapproving frown that was gone the next moment when she spotted the small child amongst the foxes. Her eyes widened and she jumped to her feet, nearly tripping over them as she ran to the foxes, faster than a fired arrow. “Son...? Dear gods of Shangri-La, is that… Is that you, son…?”

“No, he is not” said the fox who carried the boy on his back, looking at the woman with sad, golden eyes. “But he is one of us, Mistress”, he added softly, as the woman wrapped her arms around the child and carefully turned his head towards her - and when she saw the boy’s face, she couldn’t swallow the hoarse, painful sigh crawling up her throat, filling her chest with disappointment, guilt and grief.

“That he is, my dear friend… He’s one of us indeed” she said after a moment of silence, gently pushing the boy’s ruffled hair back from his forehead, letting her eyes roam the sight and her heart thrive in the feeling of holding a child in her arms - a feeling she yearned so desperately for, ever since she was brutally stripped of it years ago, along with a part of her soul that nothing could replace, fix or heal.

But for the first time since that fateful, nightmarish afternoon, she felt at peace, as she gazed upon the boy, this tiny stranger, someone she knew nothing and everything about at the same time; someone who lived through the same terrors in the same war in the same faraway land as she did, and somehow, years later, found his way to her cottage when she needed him the most. All the walls she built around herself crumbled to dust as she stared at the boy, and she couldn’t help but imagine him in another life, in the arms of another woman - someone who loved him more than anyone else, and who probably gave her own life to protect him. Her heart ached with sorrow as she imagined the mother of the boy, her endless love for this darling little child, the way her face must have lit up whenever she saw him.

His kind face, his adorable, pointy nose, the long, curly lashes framing his eyes, his chubby cheeks and his pouty lips covered in dark stains…

All the color drained from her face as the realization hit her, and she immediately slid her fingers down the child’s neck, just below his ear. The moment she felt the boy’s slow, weak heartbeat, she picked herself up from the floor and stormed across the cottage, laying the child in her bed. Following the magic surging from a single, hasty wave of her hand, all the curtains shut themselves close, and with the next one, the embers in the fireplace ignited with a cloud of fiery sparks, as she grabbed a stool and sat next to the bed, hunching over the boy.

“Quick, there’s no time to waste, he’s fading!” she said, urging both herself and the foxes gathering around her with curious eyes. “You two, go back and get rid of his tracks before anyone notices” she instructed the foxes, two of whom immediately turned around and stormed out of the cottage.

“You go to the garden and dig up some beetroot for me... You two, I need you to guard the door”, she continued as she began to unbutton the child’s shirt, ordering a flock of elixir bottles and herb pouches to her side by twisting her fingers in the air. “And you… I need you to stay by my side in case something goes wrong” she looked at the young vixen still waiting at her feet, digging her hand in the thick, coarse fur of the fox and closing her eyes for a long second.

And when she opened them again, the celestial, ancient magic inside her awakened, pouring its bright, blue light into the world, as the facade of the witch of the woodlands disappeared with nine voluminous, opulent tails covered in golden fur.

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Hey! Thank you for reading! ❤ This little snippet is from the book I’m currently working on. If you guys liked it, I might share some more in the future!

Inktober 2020 Writing Challenge #1. Character count: 9673 | Written on October 4th. You can find more of my 2020 Inktober works here.

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