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Rising Shards Volume 2 Print Edition now available!

You can get it HERE!

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A/N: Pretty short chapter here, not too much to say. But again, thank you for your patience with my inconsistent uploading as well, as you may have seen on my main blog, things have been tough.

Chapter: 1/2/3/(4)/Coming Soon!

!!Trigger Warnings!!

Consensual: None(This Time)

Non-Consensual: None

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I looked at the clock, something I didn’t do often, and it felt forever till the day would end. I couldn’t keep my thoughts from drifting back to the intimate moment we’d shared…I wanted to see her again. As though on command, I felt a buzz in my pocket, I was never one to message in class but - could be important.

(I need a favor, could you do something for me, Mei-San?)

(What’s wrong?)

(Can you forgive me? I need to leave class for today…)

(Why would you need my permission? Did something happen?)

(You do not have to worry about anyone else finding out about the roof, I promise.)

Huh? Why was she being so serious all of a sudden? She even sounds scared of something.

(Seiko-San if you need help with anything I can…)

(No,no. I’m leaving for your sake. But I know it sounded like you wanted me to go to class more, so I feel bad for leaving ._.)

Seriously? That’s what she’s worried about? I want to know she’s okay, that idiot…

(Of course you can go if it’s what you have to do, the last thing on my mind are classes right now.)

(...o_o)

(Stop being so weird lol, I’m worried about you.)

(0///0)

(Okay enough emojis, can you tell me what’s going on?)

(I’m sorry, I’m hoping you never have to find out. I don’t want to drag you into my personal issues. I should be back tomorrow, and maybe we can have more fun then? ^^)

(Alright…but you better be here tomorrow.)

(Yes, Mei-Sama 0u0)

(I said no more “Sama” haha and stop with the faces!)

(u.u)

What could be so dire, she had to leave school for the day? And I don’t have to worry about anyone finding out? What does that mean?

I tried to put aside my thoughts and focus on class, but I couldn’t do it, I was too worried and I didn’t even know why. Seiko-San let herself be an outlet for me, hell she even enjoyed it, and we may have kissed but. It’s not as though we decided to go out or anything, and could we even? Even if we ignored the fact that we’re from different worlds academically, we’re both girls, would people really accept that? I tried to turn to reason in my mind, yet no thoughts could prevent me from wondering if Seiko-San was in trouble, and feeling frustrated for being stuck here.

[Excuse me, Sensei?]

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What am I doing? I acted without thinking again and asked to go to the infirmary, but what now? I don’t even know where Seiko-San left from, how could I help her without just getting in the way? 

[[I will protect you from getting found out, Mei-San.]]

The memory of her words and her embrace only strengthened my resolve as I clenched my hand, I closed my eyes and flicked them open determined to find Seiko-San. Stepping closer to the hallway windows, I looked around more closely, trying to spot her. I would have to get pretty lucky to catch a glimpse of her, but if I can at least see where she’s going, I can follow. 

[Enya-San?]

[AHH, oh…Kimura-Sensei.]

[Shouldn’t you be in class?]

[Well I uh, had a migraine so I was headed to the infirmary when-]

[Did that lie actually get you out of class? You’re not a very good liar Enya-San, hehe, I suppose that comes with being so honest.]

[Well, uh-]

[Don’t worry, I know you’re a good student, so I’m aware you wouldn’t be leaving class without a good reason.]

I nodded with a frown, unsure what to even say.

[Oh! Shouldn’t you also be teaching right now Sensei?]

[Ugh, it’s unorthodox, I know. I’m afraid I was too worried about Shigure-San, so I was on my way to seek guidance from another Sensei.]

[Seiko-San?! Do you know what happened to her?]

[Oh? So you were worried as well, what a caring friend you are! Well, it seems that I made a mistake…]

[A mistake?]

[Mhm. You see, soon after you asked where she went earlier, someone else arrived looking for Shigure-San. It was a boy, far too young for high school, but he wore almost the same black horns as her! So naturally, I assumed it was fine to tell him where to find her when he said he was her little brother.]

The same black horns? Another demon? No, if Kimura-Sensei didn’t notice anything else off, he must be half demon as well.

[[ I ran away from home a few years ago, couldn’t take their oppressive attitude anymore, so I live alone.]]

Seiko-San doesn’t speak with her family though, why would they show up here?

[Did he say anything else? About Seiko-San?]

[Not really, he only said ‘Our Father asked me to bring her a message.’ then ran off when I told him, before I could even suggest sending a guide with him.]

Their Father?? [[My father…is a demon.]]

[But Seiko-San told me she ran away from home years ago!]

[Yes. She told me as much and that they abused her then she asked to be excused for the day, I’m not sure if he ever found her but even so.]

[Abused her?!?]

[Oh dear, she didn’t tell you as much?]

[Kimura-Sensei, please! Do you know where I might find her?]

[Hold on Enya-San, she’s left for the day, you should probably head back to class she’ll- oh my.]

I had been getting so worked up I didn’t even notice the tears accumulating till Kimura-Senpai looked shocked, then I felt them trail down my face. Hey. Seiko-San. You said you’d be back tomorrow right? You’ll definitely be okay, right? I grasped Sensei’s coat without thinking, once again overridden by my emotions.

[Please Sensei, I’m a good student right? The best, some people say! Can you please excuse me from class for today as well? I need to find Seiko-San.]

[Just take it easy honey, you win, you win alright? I’ll cover for you so you can go to be with your friend since it’s the least I can do for her, but you have to calm down first.]

[Thank you Sensei, I’m sorry…]

[It’s okay, I understand you just care about being there for your friend, there's nothing wrong with that.]

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The paperback version of Rising Shards Volume 1 is now available! This text-only version has the first 8 episodes of the series with 2 new-ish chapters added! 

New volumes are planned to release on the last Friday of the month until the series is caught up!

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ANNOUNCEMENT: Rising Shards Volume 1 paperback and ebook releases 1.31.25!!!

Yes, after a very long time thinking about how to go about this, I'm finally gonna do collected volumes of Rising Shards!

Rising Shards Volume 1 will be released January 31st, 2025!

This will be a text only version compiling the first eight episodes of the web novel. I've been dragging my feet on doing this forever because my dream goal is to do a big fancy version with illustrations and such, but I hope this can be a stepping stone on my way to that.

In addition to paperback, it will also be available on Kindle and itch.io! Keep in mind you can read the series for free on Tapas and Scribble Hub, so the ebook versions would probably be more for supporting my work!

My goals for this text only release:

Build more of an audience who reads the series and keeps up with the series by reading the volumes as they release, maybe for those who the web novel format wasn't their thing.

Build more of an audience in gaining new readers from these volumes who in turn read the web novel version (and my other web novels) so I have more weekly readers! :)

Print copies for my longtime readers finally! And for me too of course!

To release monthly (new volumes will release the last Friday of every month this year!) until caught up to the series. So that is about 11 books this year!

SO if you're new to my stuff what can you expect if you get Rising Shards Volume 1?

An anxious transfemme protag

Girls with fangs and powers

Recovery from emotional abuse

Slice of life silliness and comedy

Fantasy and some action and adventure

Fluffy romance heavily inspired by yuri

Synopsis:

When Zeta Faleur suddenly grows fangs and creates a literal thunderstorm in her room, it can only mean one thing: She's a Cani. At Rising Shards, a Cani boarding school, she meets Oka Ohri, a kind hearted girl who she forms an immediate bond with. Fresh out of ending a tremendously bad relationship, Zeta isn't sure she's ready for her blossoming feelings for Oka, but as she works through those, she also must learn how to use a bloodsaber, fight monsters, fulfill requirements for a complicated scholarship, make new friends and new enemies, as well as keep up with all the other oddities in Cani life, she also has to learn if she's ready to move on from her sad past with her ex on her way to a potentially happier future.

I hope you check it out when it launches January 31st!

—Chiral

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Jackal(Fairy Tail) x AnonFemOC(I guess??)

A/N: So I actually have no idea where this came from, probably a combination of realizing I liked Jackal (Oh Luna likes the sadist twink BIG surprise) and also particularly taking a completely normal interest in the torture chambers of the Tartoros Arc. There's not much to this one mostly just smut, but it popped into my head and to quote a good friend of mine; "I just had to get him out of my head SOMEHOW!" Ahem, I hope you enjoy.

!!Trigger Warnings!!: Captive, Coercion, Restraints, Scratching, Biting, Unprotected Sex, Sadism, Masochism, Minors DNI, 18+, Mind Break/Corruption?, Magic. . .pain?(Explosion Magic).

“They’re going to figure out where I am, then you’ll AHH-”

“Sorry princess, did you say something? Certainly didn’t sound like the location of your friend from the council, man, you humans are pathetic.”

I heaved several heavy breaths, trying to collect myself after Jackal’s small explosion on my thigh. He was relentless and with my arms chained above me, stripped down to my underwear, I was at his utter lack of mercy. I had doubted he could control his lust for destruction, but the small explosions he’d been using as a form a torture were painful but specifically not enough to kill me. Though for some reason, he seemed frustrated, and not just because I wasn’t giving him the info he wanted. That’s when he lifted my head by my hair, his claws scratching into my scalp slightly, I whined involuntarily.

“Listen girl, I’m rarely picked for interrogations and I love em, GOT IT?! But if you don’t give me the info I want, or if I end up getting tired of this and blow you to bits, I probably won’t get to interrogate ever again. So this is the last time I’ll ask you, then we’ll REALLY start having fun! So where. Is. -”

“I’d much rather be having fun, cat-boy, all these little booms of yours are such a tease.”

“W-WHAT?!”

“. . .oh man. . .i really didn’t mean to say that out loud, just get back to blowing me up please.”

I closed my eyes and hung my head low, trying to prepare myself for the next explosion, yet it didn’t come. I opened my eyes to see his looking back at me, he had crouched below me and was staring with his hand on his chin. I blushed, turning my head away quickly. I must’ve been imagining things - but was he blushing too? It was then that he gripped my jaw in his hand, pulling my face to look back at him then turning my head the other way as though he was. . .inspecting me? Jackal then leaned in close and I could hear him sniffing me, then I felt his tongue quickly lick my cheek.

“W-w-what are you doing?!”

“Hm, not bad - I’ll bite.” With that he flashed a mischievous smile, snapping his fingers as he caused a lacrima in the corner of the room to explode, but why?

“I don’t understand, what’re you-”

“Sorry princess, would you have preferred an audience? I planned on giving us some privacy but if you want me to take you in front of everyone in the guild, I’ll happily oblige.”

“That’s NOT what I meant - wait a minute - TAKE ME?!” Suddenly, he took my face in his hands and crashed his lips against mine. Then he pulled back with a satisfied grin, wiping some saliva from his chin, I coughed as I tried to catch my breath. “Why?”

“Haha, well you wanted to have some fun right? Lucky for you, you’re not too gross for a human, dare I say you taste pretty sweet.”

“Just how dense can you get - you were just torturing me!”

“Yeah? Well I’m not so dense I couldn’t tell that part of you was enjoying it, despite your bravado, it seems you’re just a glutton for punishment.”

“. . .Even if I am, are you seriously suggesting we fuck here and now, in a goddamn torture chamber?!”

“If you really want me to just keep tearing into you I’m happy to, but it’d make me a lot happier to blow off some steam - so how bout it?”

“. . .alright fine, not like I have anything better to do. . .”

“Heh, so cruel, are you sure you’re even human?”

“Shut up and kiss me already, cat-boy.”

“I already told you, princess, it’s JACKAL.” Digging his claws into my skin as he gripped my jaw, kissing me once more, forcing his tongue against my lips as I returned the kiss.

Opening my mouth to accept his tongue, I pressed mine past his as well, nicking it on his sharpened demonic teeth. I whined slightly at the sting of the cut, and feel his lips curl into a smile against mine. He used one hand to pull my hips closer to grind against him, the other to run his fingers through and tug at my hair. I pulled my head away moaning at his grip, then he laughed, taking the opportunity to kiss and nip down my neck. I could feel his teeth gently piercing my skin with every bite, his tongue lapping up any of my blood that dripped from the shallow wounds. It was embarrassing to be feeling pleasure from my enemy’s touch, yet I couldn’t hold it back any longer, letting my quickened breath and moans escape me.

“Haha damn, you really are enjoying this huh?” Jackal asked in a mocking tone before quickly kissing me again, my tongue grazing his lips as he pulled away. “Whoa - so desperate, I think I’m actually starting to like you!”

“J-jackal. . .m-more.” I’d fallen to begging, my face flushed, attempting to press my hips against him more despite my bonds.

“Oh so you do know how to say my name-” He pulled away to instead come up behind me, raking his claws across my skin as he tore away what remained of my top and panties. “Good girl.”

I quivered at his words, focusing on the painful yet pleasurable feeling from his slashes. Next I felt his hands on my breasts, his teeth back on my neck. Jackal’s grip was as firm as I’d expected, as I had hoped. For most, it might be too much - but I preferred a rougher touch. I moaned, the massaging of my breasts and the warmth of his chest at my back causing a rising excitement between my legs. I attempted to push my thighs together to get some friction, but he seemed to take notice, reaching a hand down below my waist.

“Would you look at what a mess you’re making, seriously, aren’t you supposed to be some proud wizard?!” Jackal sneered into my ear as I looked down at his command, seeing that my juices had been dripping onto the floor, made worse by him spreading my lips with his fingers.

“I-it’s your fault, you’re. . .making me feel so good. . .”

“Y-yeah? I mean obviously, but let’s just see how much good you can handle then princess.”

Pulling me closer against his chest, I could feel how hard he was. Using his left hand Jackal reached up to hold my throat, while beginning to rub my folds and clit with the other using my own wetness. I strained against my shackles, my body tensing up, though more than the bonds Jackal held me in place. His tight grip on me nearly stimulating me as much as his fingers working at my pussy, I couldn’t help but already be approaching the edge. I tried to form words, but all that escaped my mouth was mindless cursing as I reached my climax.

“You came already huh? How selfish, not that this hasn’t been fun, but didn’t you want me to take you?”

“I-i. . .ahn. . .I do, f-fuck me Jackal.”

“Haha, well it would be a little difficult like this, can you promise to be a good girl for me?”

I nodded hurriedly, still coming down from my orgasm and already thinking about feeling him inside me. Exploding off my leg restraints, he stripped, revealing his throbbing cock already leaking with precum. Even without my legs bound, my magic was still blocked by my wrist cuffs, not that I could even think of escaping now with how excited I was. Blushing while sporting a twisted smile, he lifted up my legs on either side of him, lifting my hips till his cock rested atop my pussy. The position put extra strain on my cuffed wrists as I dangled from them perilously, I let my head fall back and shut my eyes readying myself for him. Just then, he gripped my hair pulling my head back up as he stared into my eyes with a chuckle, only now becoming aware of his cat-like eyes.

“Nuh-uh, eyes on me like a good girl, princess.” Jackal purred at me, enunciating his last word by quickly sliding his cock inside me, causing me to yelp while he groaned. “Oh, fuckkkkk that’s good.”

“S-s-so good, t-thank you Jackal.” I squeaked out while feeling his cock twitch inside me, my own muscles still sensitive and squeezing him.

“My name is starting to sound so good coming from your mouth, I might just have to keep you.” Jackal winced as he spoke, still staring into my eyes like I was his next meal. The fear in my eyes only seeming to entice him more as he licked his lips, all but drooling as he began moving his hips.

 “Ah-ahh. . .k-k-keep me?! AH.” I barely could keep my train of thought as he fucked me, trying my best to maintain the eye contact he desired while my eyes began to tear up.

“Yeah, I may as well since I’ve already broken you anyways. It’d be such a shame to throw you away now, and it’s not like you could just go back to your guild after this.” Jackal quickened his pace, his claws beginning to dig into my legs. “Isn’t that right, princess?”

“M-mm - oh f-fuck - aH.”

“Hm? What was that? Is your mind beginning to break too or what?” 

“M-make. . .me y-yours. . .Jac-kAL.”

“Hahaha you pathetic girl, you already are mine! But don’t you worry, I’ll mark you and make it official.”

Despite the sense that I was losing something important, I couldn’t help but smile, my face drenched with tears. I savored Jackal more and more with each thrust, every slap of his hips against mine a reminder to think only of him. He moaned with a low growl, I responded with mere whimpers by comparison, garbled words and his own name becoming all that escaped my lips. Then with a sudden jolt, Jackal pushed deep into me as he could, emptying himself into me with a pleased sigh. My breath caught in my throat as the feeling of his cum sent me spiraling into another orgasm, which he began to force himself to fuck me through - sure to give me every ounce of pleasure he could. Finally after a moment, Jackal snickered and released my legs gently to the floor, not that they were of any use with how they shook. My head hanging low, I could barely make out through my blurry watery eyes his own cum dripping out of me and onto the brick below. I was struggling to catch my breath as my vision began to fade to black, the last thing I remembered was his kiss before I passed out. -------------------------------------------------- It felt like I faded in and out of consciousness for hours, when I finally came to, I felt myself call Jackal’s name before I even opened my eyes.

“Don’t worry princess-” 

I heard his voice and opened a single eyelid, noticing him on the other side of some glass. I was surrounded by an odd liquid, with strange branch-like appendages dug in under my skin, injecting me with - something. I was still too out of it to make sense of what was going on, but I heard the feint sound of his hand touching the glass before fading back out.

“-we’ll have plenty more fun together, once you’re one of us.”

Fin.

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A/N: I'll concede that I really rushed to get to the best parts here, but I think it's what would happen given the scenario. Sadists and Masochists don't grow on trees after all! I keep ending up doubling up chapters to post cause I have a habit of ending on fitting cliff hangers or scene transitions... So this may not end up as long as I hoped, yet I still have plans to continue work on this as I can. Thank you for your patience with my inconsistent uploading as well, as you may have seen on my main blog, things have been tough.

Chapter: 1/2/(3)/4/Coming Soon!

!!Trigger Warnings!!

Consensual: Nail Scratching, Blood, Bloodplay/tasting, Kissing

Non-Consensual: None

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[O-oh! Hey, I almost forgot, you left this here yesterday.]

Picking it up from the other side of her, she held out my notebook to me, still covered in my scratch marks from the day prior.

[Oh I forgot as well, thank you!]

[I was envious, you know.]

[Huh? Of what?]

[Your notebook…has such nice scratches, part of me wished it was my skin haha.]

[Haven’t I hurt you enough already?]

[Haha you have no idea about the limits of my depravity, Mei-San, er I mean...]

She stopped speaking and looked away again, a wonder she could even blush as hard as she was, her hand a bit sweaty to my touch. Yet despite her arousal or embarrassment, whatever it may be, I too longed to see her pale skin marred. I checked my watch, noting that lunch period was almost over, but we still had some time.

[The same could be said of mine, Seiko-San…]

I could feel the warmth snaking up my face as well as I struggled to find the words, tightening my grip on her hand.

[…w-would you let me scratch you?]

[Mei-San I- you don’t have to do that, I still feel a little bad for pushing you so far yesterday.]

Releasing her hand, I pushed down her knee, straddling and sitting onto her lap.

[I asked, may I scratch you, Sei-Chan?]

[Sei…Chan?]

She seemed to be bubbling over with excitement, Sei-Chan was a fitting nickname with the adorable way she couldn’t hide her emotions - a nickname for just us that is.

[Come on, you’re a delinquent, but can’t you use your words for me?]

I couldn’t tell where my confidence and actions were coming from, surely out of things I’d seen online, things I never thought I'd be able to say aloud.

[P-please, scratch my skin, Mei-San…]

She loosened her tie, undid the top few buttons of her shirt, and though I didn’t understand I watched with finely focused interest. I’d never thought of this as being related to intimacy for me, yet as I sat here gazing at this girl feverishly prepare for me to hurt her - I felt the closest to my true self I ever have.

[H-here is good, so no one has to see it…]

[Smart…you’re such a good girl, Sei-Chan.]

She had pulled aside part of her shirt, exposing her shoulder and top hem of her sporty bra. Her whole body seemed to tremble with anticipation, her eyes forced shut, either of fear or embarrassment. I placed one hand on the side of her face, and readied my long nails against the pale skin of her shoulder, leaning in close enough for the sides of our faces to touch as I spoke directly into her ear.

[You’re positive - that you want this Seiko-San? I can always stop.]

[Thank you, but I do want this, please Mei-San…ahAH-mmph.]

Her confirmation was all I needed, and I dragged my nails forcefully down her skin. Carving into her, a bit of blood bubbled to the surface in my wake, she moaned softly then nearly screamed before I managed to get my hand over her mouth. I grinned madly as she whimpered helplessly into my hand, her own hands gripping my skirt and side for comfort. It was a mere instant, yet it felt like eternity - to both of us, lost in a symphony of pain and pleasure flowing as one.

I slowly removed my hand from her mouth, her whimpering moans much softer now.

[Are you alright? Was that okay?]

Her breathing was heavy as she slowly started to come down from the adrenaline, then she nodded hurriedly before letting her head fall back to rest against the fence.

Looking at the small amount of blood pooling at the four slashes into her skin, I felt something begin to come over me. It was a heat that crawled up from my core, and I looked back at her sweaty exasperated face, unable to keep from admiring how beautiful she looked. Gripping the small of her waist and side of her face again for comfort, she once more relaxed into my touch as I leaned down. 

Blood. It had always been a complicated thing to see, on one hand it caused panic because someone had to hurt to produce it. Yet here, where it emerged from such pleasure, I was enraptured by it and my body seemed to act on its own. Seiko-San gasped as she felt my tongue lap the blood from her cuts, the taste was warm and metallic, reminding me that her blood was just the same as anyone else's regardless of her genes. I pulled away and must’ve looked terrifying, smiling serenely at Seiko-San with her blood trickling from the side of my mouth, yet she just - smiled back warmly. 

Did she really feel so safe with me despite what I did to her? Just how accepting can you get exactly? I’m hurting her, yet she looks at me like I’m the only thing on her mind when she does, I can’t take it. I hope she can forgive me again, cause I need to do this. 

Taking her face in both my hands, I kissed her, causing her to gasp once more then moan softly against my lips. 

She pulled me in closer and I gripped her face tighter still. Seiko-San’s lips were dry and cracked, likely from anxious lip licking, but I quickly remedied it with licking of my own. I had spread her blood between our mouths, and she opened hers to invite my tongue, as it tentatively sought out her own. They swirled together before I pulled away, kissing her lips again and again, our tongues often meeting in between. 

Between kisses we’d smile into them occasionally, even giggling at times, and it felt like heaven on earth. To think that I’d found someone who not only understands me, but someone I’d share my first kiss with as well, what else would come from being by Seiko-San’s side?

Suddenly, we heard the door to the roof slam shut and froze, someone…had seen us.

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[Don’t panic.]

Seiko-San had read the terror on my face, and I turned back to her from looking at the shut door, clearly still distraught as she frowned. Suddenly, she pulled me close into a hug, curling her fingers through my hair.

[I know how important your secret is to you, I’ll find out who saw and talk to them, I promise.]

[...But-]

[But nothing, I will protect you from getting found out, Mei-San.]

It felt so hopeless, like people could be telling my whole class as we speak, I could be getting reported and they could be preparing to expel me from school for assaulting a student. Consensual or not, there's no way they’d believe Seiko-San wanted that, no matter what she said. Yet nonetheless, I felt a simple calm flow over me while in her arms, I believed she would do it.

[Alright…I trust you, we’ll figure this out. What are you going to do?]

[Good, it’s important to stay calm, I think I have an idea of who it was anyways. I caught a glimpse, but I don’t want to say anything till I know for sure…]

[What should I do? I want to help.]

She released her grip on me and my body reluctantly left the embrace, though her hands moved to my shoulders, dusting me off.

[Lunch period is about over, so you should get back to class, I’m going to go talk to Kimura-Sensei.]

[How come?]

[I’m usually all alone up here everyday, I don’t think students even know they can come up here, so I think whoever it was found out where we were from her.]

[Oh that makes sense, you’re amazing Seiko-San!]

[Well, you can give me all the praise you like when I actually find out who it is. For your sake, it’s probably better if we don’t talk again today, unless you want to add each other on Line.]

[Oh! Yeah we should do that!]

[I’m glad to hear I haven’t scared you off yet Mei-San.]

She smiled warmly and I got up off her to pull out my phone from my pocket, exchanging our info in seconds. Seiko-San then got to her feat, buttoning her shirt once more, the cuts already faint on the skin as she closed it. 

[What did you mean by scare me off, I said I liked you too didn’t I? You’re the one who should be scared of me!]

[Oh, I’m terrified of you, I just like being made scared.]

[Huh??]

[In the best of ways, it’s complicated. I still like you so much Mei-San, don’t worry.]

She winked with a smile and then escorted me to the door while fixing her hair.

That’s what she said but…

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A/N: Chapter 2 is here! Not much to talk about here, so uhhh enjoy!!

Chapter: 1/(2)/3/4/Coming Soon!

!!Trigger Warnings!!

Consensual: Smoking, Burning(w/ cigarette)

Non-Consensual: None

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What do I do, what do I do? Not only did I assault Seiko-San yesterday, I dropped my notebook, meaning I have to see her again.

Nobody has said anything to me yet today, so I guess maybe Seiko-San didn’t tell anyone? But why wouldn’t she, she’d easily have been able to get me suspended or even expelled for doing such a thing. Either way it’s lunch break now, so I should probably go talk to Kimura-Sensei and apologize for not helping with Seiko-San.

I quickly reached her classroom, and when I opened the door she got to her feet with a smile.

[There you are Enya-San, I was just about to come find you!]

Saying this, she took my hands in hers, clearly excited.

[W-whats up?]

[You talked to Shigure-San, didn’t you? She’s been in all her classes today (although she’s been falling asleep a lot) so thank you so much for your help!]

What? I barely said anything to her, why would she suddenly start coming to class more?

[Uhm do you know where Seiko-San is?] 

[Oh, she said she was going to the roof for a nap during lunch, but that she’d be sure she was back to class after. You two really got close that quick huh? I told you she wasn’t so bad, didn’t I?]

[Yeah, we got pretty close…I’m gonna go see her, excuse me Sensei.]

Why? Isn’t she mad at me for burning her? She didn’t tell anyone what I did and she even started coming back to class? What’s wrong with this girl?? I’ll just have to find out when I get back up there, I guess.

Gripping the roof door handle once more, I let out a deep sigh and replayed through my mind yesterday's events there. Slowly I opened the door, to see Seiko-San sitting there in the same spot from yesterday. This time she noticed me and perked up with a smile like a dog I’d just come home to.

[Hey! I was hoping you’d stop by Enya-Sama!]

I sighed once more, this time with relief, at least she’s alright.

[Don’t call me that anymore okay? If you want to call me something else so bad, then Mei-San is fine…it’s what my friends call me.]

[If you insist-]

[And I do insist]

[Mei-San it is then! Hey I’m guessing you haven’t eaten yet right?]

[…I haven’t.]

She seemed to smile even more at this and held out a small bento to me, I reached out and accepted it.

[What’s this?]

[Oh I didn’t make it for you or anything, it’s just some food from the cafe I work at, thought you might like.]

[Why?]

[Why…what?]

[Why are you being so nice to me! I burned you with your own cigarette yesterday, you were hurt, and I just laughed then ran away! You should be thinking I’m awful, you should’ve told everyone what I did but instead you’re being so friendly and even brought me food! What’s wrong with you?!?]

I stood there trying to catch my breath from yelling, a tear running down the side of my face, and Seiko-San simply stared at me with confusion.

[Do you…want me to be mad?]

[What do you mean?]

Seiko-San laughed and I rolled my eyes, trying to wipe away my tears. I’d given up on trying to understand her thoughts, and sat down beside her, opening the bento to eat.

[I was very obviously asking for it, yknow? I wanted you to do something like that, I was hoping for it.] 

[But…why would you do that?]

[Well, you’re a Sadist, right Mei-San?]

I stopped chewing and froze in place, did she really just ask me that? Like it was no big deal? I’ve always been so ashamed of myself for being this way, yet she’s asking me so casually? Is it a trick, can I really trust her? I mean, she kept yesterday a secret right?

[Y-yeah. Please keep it to yourself though…]

[I knew it! Don’t worry your secret's safe with me, Mei-San. Besides, I couldn’t really expose you for causing pain without exposing myself for enjoying it.]

[Enjoying it?]

[Mhm, haven’t you ever heard of a Masochist?]

[Oh I think I read that somewhere, when I found out what a Sadist was.]

[Well a Masochist is someone who gets aroused from receiving pain, and in contrast, a Sadist is someone who gets aroused from inflicting pain.]

[Oh…I hadn’t realized such a thing existed…]

I finished up the food, and passed back the box with a quick thank you, Seiko-San pulled out and lit a cigarette, giving it a quick drag before exhaling up into the air.

[So you see, I’m a Masochist, meaning I actually really enjoyed you burning me yesterday. Also, even if I didn’t, I’m a really fast healer.]

Saying this she pressed her cigarette into her own arm, stifling an adorable moan as she did so, i looked on in horror even though I felt my face redden. Pulling it away, she took another quick drag and exhaled with a sigh, pointing to the burn with her finger. To my amazement it started to heal within minutes, Seiko-San chuckling with satisfaction at my wonder.

[No way, how do you do that?]

[Dunno, maybe it’s the horns?]

[Oh come on.]

[No I’m serious! Do you want to get a closer look at them? Take them off?]

[I think they look plenty cute right where they are, actually.]

[Humor me, Mei-San.]

I wasn’t sure what she hoped to accomplish by doing this, but she lowered her head in my direction without waiting for a reply. As I looked upon them once more nestled in her hair, I felt compelled by my own curiosity, and tentatively reached out a hand to touch them. They felt surprisingly lifelike, almost like when I’d pet a ram as a child, yet they were much smoother to the touch. Seiko-San seemed to squirm a bit, but I hardly noticed, suddenly getting an oddly eerie feeling. As I dug gently between her tousled hair, I realized there was no headband or anything keeping them in place. Hair clips? Prop glue maybe? I finally felt where the bottom of them reached her scalp, but there were no clips, so it must be glue I thought. Without thinking, I gripped the horn I held firmly, and with newfound determination to satisfy my curiosity.

[Uh…Mei-San?]

I barely heard her whimper as my mind drifted back to when I was a child, trying so hard to determine how things were held together, it didn’t cross my mind this was no toy - but someone who trusted me. With great effort I yanked the horn downward, in an attempt to forcefully remove it, not realizing Seiko-San’s head would follow. My jerking motion caught her off guard, and her face was slammed into the rooftop floor.

[...Ow.]

[Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me! Are you alright Seiko-San?!?]

I’d lost control again and hurt her, how could I do that to someone who trusted me?? I clearly never should’ve let these emotions and desires spill out, I couldn’t even stand to face her. I got to my feet with an muttered apology, a half-hearted attempt to make myself feel better, then tried to make yet another swift exit.

[Mei-San! Wait!]

Seiko-San caught and held my hand, despite her urgency, her grip was enviously gentle. Why couldn’t I have been given hands that coddled instead of destroyed, why did I have to ruin things with the one person who’s ever understood me?

[It’s-it’s alright. You just startled me, thats all, really I’m okay.]

She looked up at me with a giggle and smile, such a kind expression despite the wound on her chin trickling blood. The start of tears had welled up in her eyes, I must’ve really scared her, it’s ironic given her imposing nature. I felt another tear roll down my cheek and wiped it away with my hand, before returning her grip, and sitting back down beside her. She watched curiously as I fetched a handkerchief from my bra, licking the end of it, then cupped her cheek in my hand.

[You’re such a liar Seiko-San, hold still…]

[O-oh…okay.]

Though her wound was already trying to close, I did my best to wipe away the dirt and blood from it, meanwhile she seemed to relax comfortably into my other hand.

[You know, that was pretty dumb though, Mei-San.]

[Eh? Are you trying to make me hurt you again? You’re so cruel…]

[I wouldn’t mind, but no, I’m just saying I thought you would’ve figured it out before it came to that…]

[You’re such a glutton for punishment, even though I feel so awful for hurting you. Figured what out, exactly?]

[They’re real, my horns.]

I froze, and turned my gaze upward, in all that happened I forgot what I’d been doing. The horns didn’t come off, could they actually be real? That’s ridiculous, there's no way that could - 

[Mei-San, now you get to know a secret of mine too.]

Seiko-San suddenly took my hand, giving me a serious expression.

[My father…is a demon.]

[Huh?]

[Uh…please don’t kill me.]

[Hey Mei-San, words can hurt too ya know…Ugh my dad is a demon, but I’m only half…and I don’t want to hurt anyone, you believe me don’t you?.]

[I, uhm…sorry Seiko-San, I do believe you.]

I had responded without giving it much thought, but it’s true, I have nothing to fear when I’m with her. Seiko-San may look like a delinquent and seem intimidating at first glance but she's been so warm and friendly with me, it’s hard to imagine her even hurting a fly. It’s funny how I was just supposed to come talk to her yesterday, yet Seiko-San knows more about me than anyone. I finished cleaning her wound and gave her a small pat on the cheek, she smiled, then seemed to remember her cigarette and took a drag of it.

[You really shouldn’t smoke, yknow?]

[Huh? Why?]

[It can cause a lot of health issues, and besides it smells...]

[Do you want me to stop, Mei-San?]

[I think it would be best, but…]

Seiko-San held up her hand to me, then reached into her jacket’s pocket, using her other hand to take a long drag off her cigarette. Then she put it out on the ground as she found what she was searching for, her pack of cigarettes. She gave me a mischievous smile, then looked up, throwing the pack up and over the fence where it tumbled down to the ground below. What was that supposed to mean?

[You seem confused.]

Seiko-San said with a satisfied giggle, holding her head with one of her hands for support.

[…You really shouldn’t litter Seiko-San…]

[Haha, you really are a perfect student Mei-San.]

[Yep, so are you really going to quit? Just like that?]

[Oh? Don’t worry, there's plenty of other things you could burn me with if you want hehe.]

[It’s not that, won’t it be hard to just quit all at once like that?]

[Nah, it - wasn’t something I enjoyed much anyways, just a habit at this point. Besides, if Mei-San doesn’t like it, I don’t want to do it.]

[Why does that matter? I don’t get it…]

As I asked this with a puzzled expression, she reached out to poke my forehead.

[Really? I thought it was obvious, I said I like you. So if you don’t like smoking, I’m not going to continue to do it around you. And I want to spend more time with you, getting to know you, is that okay Mei-San? Can I selfishly ask…you to hang out with an outcast like me?]

Seiko-San averted her eyes, her familiar blushed color filling her face, did getting to know me really mean that much to her? After all, she said it herself, everyone already seems to know who I am. But no one seems to know the real Seiko-San, and that's what I was drawn to, the mysterious nature of the kind strange girl before me. Half-demon or no, it didn’t matter, she still felt emotions so strongly and isn’t that what it means to be human?

Besides, even if I’ve gone too far lately, Seiko-San seems interested in that other side of me. Even though I’ve hurt her, she wants to see more of it, and after pushing down these feelings so long - I want to as well. I feel comfortable letting down my walls around her, so maybe she’ll let down hers more around me? I want to know…what lies beyond those walls in her heart, and I want to repay her kindness.

[I like you too, Seiko-San…of course I want to hang out with you.]

I finally returned her countless smiles, taking her hand in my own, her face becoming impossibly more crimson than before.

[writing-by-lunalight]

A/N: So for months I've been reading lots and lots of Yuri manga, probably more than I've ever read before in my life too…So I decided to try my hand at writing my own. Though it’s more of a novel, since I don’t draw, and I’ve attempted to be as faithful to the media as I can. LoveHarmful is my own take on the Yuri genre while playing to a specific kink, you’ll have to read on to find out which one though hehe. At the time of posting this I’m working on chapter 8 and my goal is get this to 20 chapters without dropping it or losing interest…so STAY TUNED!!

Chapter: (1)/2/3/4/Coming Soon!

!!Trigger Warnings!!

Consensual: Smoking, Burning(w/ cigarette)

Non-Consensual: None

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[I understand this is a lot to ask of you but, I’m hoping you can work your magic here. ]

[Work my…magic? ]

[Don’t be so modest, not only are you class president, but you’ve managed to turn around all the troublemakers in your class. If anyone can get through to Shigure-San I’m certain it’s you, I want to be able to resolve this amicably, I’m worried about her. At any rate, you shouldn’t believe the rumors, she’s far more bark than bite.]

I agreed to this despite my reservations, but what was I thinking? Work my magic? All I did was talk to my classmates and help them vent their troubles from home, support their studying, then they improved on their own. But this?

Seiko Shigure is beyond being a troubled student…they say she’s insane! Always wearing this dark makeup, skipping class, showing up late, and that's not even half of it! I even heard she wears costume horns everywhere, does she think she’s a fantasy creature? UGH! Hard to believe she’s a 3rd year…I wish I could REALLY teach her a lesson. But talking it out and a slap on the wrist is what everyone wants me to do - what they expect, so I have to.

Still, just once, I’d love to really let loose on somebody.

From a young age, I always tore my toys apart, I wanted to see what was inside them and whats more I enjoyed it so so much. Yet my parents would get upset with me, and eventually convinced me to stop breaking things, it’s not normal they’d tell me. Though it pained me to stop, I didn’t want to hurt or upset anyone, not that much anyways. When I gained access to a computer of my own, I learned there was a name for people like me, a sadist. It made me feel relieved I wasn’t the only one who felt that way, but what hope could I have for an outlet? I have to be nice, I have to be good, I have to keep. It. In.

I said to myself, though at the same time I became aware of my nails digging into the back of my notebook I clutched in my arms. I sighed and released my grip, the small access stairwell looking back at me, I took my first step upwards. In the silence of the third floor hallway, each step echoed down the empty halls until I reached the roof door. With a sigh, I opened the door, only to be hit with an unfamiliar smell as the wind drifted past me into the building. Quickly I discovered the source, smoke coming from the tip of Shigure-Senpai’s cigarette, she failed to notice my entrance onto the roof. 

I approached quietly, not wanting to startle her for fear of reprisal. Shigure-Senpai sat with her back against the fence, one leg outstretched and her other tucked in with her knee up, supporting her arm and hand which held the cigarette burning away. On her wrists spiked bracelets hung loosely, made of shiny leather or perhaps plastic. As I neared I spoke up, clearing my throat first to call attention to myself.

[You’re Shigure-Senpai, correct?]

I tilted my head when she did not answer, only to notice the faint sound of snoring coming from her slumped down head. Really? As though it wasn’t bad enough to wear things besides the uniform, skip class, AND smoke on school grounds??

My face twisted into a pout, and I looked at her fake horns in anger, such a whimsical accessory for such a joke of a girl. Still, as I crouched down to see her face, I could see she was rather pretty. Her eyes had dark rings below them which I guess people mistook for makeup alone, but it’s clear up close she’s only tried to make it look that way. Her brow furled in frustration, perhaps due to a bad dream or some such, a frown falling across her pursed lips.

I held my cheeks in my hands and allowed myself to ponder how Shigure-Senpai’s face would look under real life duress instead of a nightmare. How would her screams sound? Would she lower herself to begging if it got to be too much? Or would she tough it out, and put on a brave face till she REALLY broke? I felt my face blush and my smile crawl across it as I thought about it in excruciating detail.

Just then, the ash fell off Shigure-Senpai’s cigarette and onto her thigh just below the hem of her skirt, causing her to jolt awake with a shrill cry and. . .a moan?? Her heavy breathing afterwards confirmed my suspicions, Shigure-Senpai collected herself and rubbed her eyes before looking up to see me in shock. Her brilliant sapphire eyes, shimmering against the sunlight and contrasting the blushed skin of her face looked up at me with embarrassment, yet her gaze quickly shifted to one of confusion. 

[Odd way to react to a burn.] 

I chided her, my desire to poke fun at her overwhelming my sense of reason.

[Odd way to stare at someone who’s sleeping.]

I looked away suddenly in a panic realizing I was still blushing, I-i hadn’t still been smiling at her though had I?

[Hey wait, you’re Meisa Enya-Sama aren’t you? What are you doing up here?]

[Sama? I’m only a 2nd year you know and student like you, San is more appropriate.]]

[Well still-]

Shigure-Senpai lit a new cigarette and got to her feet, taking a quick drag of it before exhaling away from me, which I found surprising given her reputation. She turned back to me and smiled, though I was still viewing her from a side glance as I calmed down.

[You’re a real go-getter from what I hear, the most impressive girl in school they say, and you certainly have better grades than I do. So Sama seems just fine given your status, don’t you think?]

Just as I’d managed to relax, I felt my cheeks blushing again,  even though it’s all true why was she praising me so much anyways?

[So, Enya-Sama, whats a girl like you doing up here, skipping class?]

[I…just wanted to talk.]

[To talk?]

[Mhm.]

[So, which of my senseis put you up to this?]

I didn’t reply, I instead flicked my gaze in the opposite direction, trying to think of where to steer the conversation. Maybe become more familiar first? Just try to play off what she asked and change the subject?

[You’re uncomfortable, I get it, even if someone asked you to speak with me it could still do a number on your reputation to see us together. But hey, let me ask you something else instead?]

[...alright?]

[It must be insufferable right? Dealing with that kind of pressure from everyone, having to be so perfect all the time, it must really suck huh?]

What is this? I’m supposed to be the one helping her, not the other way around, and how can she be so relaxed - friendly even? She takes another drag of her cigarette, then exhaled with a frown before taking a step closer, I turned to face her.

[You don’t have to tell me, I’ve dealt with it before, but much happier now though.]

[It…can be a bit much sometimes.]

Shigure-Senpai smiled again, yet all it did was annoy me. She’s a failure, a ridiculous joke of a student, how dare she pity me.

[I bet you don’t even get a chance to let loose, do you? Are your parents at least good to you?]

[They are, they’re not the ones who force me to try so hard, if that’s what you’re implying.]

[Oh? I’m glad then.]

[And you?]

[What about me? Tell ya anything you want to know, Enya-Sama.]

[Don’t you hate the way everyone looks down on you? And what do your parents think?]

She closed her eyes and chuckled to herself, it felt like she wasn’t taking me seriously at all, I felt my foot begin to tap involuntarily.

[I ran away from home a few years ago, couldn’t take their oppressive attitude anymore, so I live alone. As for being looked down on, well, it’s not always a bad thing to be looked down on huh? Especially not when being looked down upon by one’s gorgeous classmate.]

[You’re looking down on me?]

[Only in the literal sense - I was actually referring to you though, I liked feeling you look down on me Enya-Sama.]

[What is that supposed to mean?]

[Forgive me for saying so, but I think you know exactly what I mean.]

I blushed and she took another drag of her cigarette, reddening a bit herself. She couldn’t…possibly be referring to the look I gave her after she got burned, could she? Even if I was blushing and smiling, that doesn’t mean anything, she couldn’t have guessed I was a sadist from just that. Furthermore what was with that compliment, was…she saying she was into me? Into girls??

I turned around and shook my head, slapping my cheeks a few times for good measure, I had to get a hold of myself. I came here as a request from Sensei, I can’t let myself get distracted, besides even if she likes me it’s irrelevant. I’d never be caught dead with someone like her, it’d ruin everything I’ve spent my whole life to achieve.

[SO, why the class skipping, being late, and sleeping during school?]

Shigure-Senpai froze and looked at me in bewilderment, and it was no wonder why, I just blurted out everything I was going to talk to her about. She’d shaken me up so much, and I hated her for it, my foot began tapping again.

[Well alright, I did say anything I guess…let’s see. It’s all a little bit related, I mentioned that I live alone, well I pay for it by working part time at a cafe kind of late into the night. Then I sometimes end up oversleeping, thus the being late, annnnd taking naps during the day thus the skipping class and sleeping. But I mean it’s fine, I test well and never miss the more important classes, so I won’t fail or anything. I’m not planning on attending university, so the bare minimum is fine.]

[I see. And the horns?]

[Oh! I think they’re cute, don’t you?]

She beamed a bright smile at me, then took another drag, her cigarette starting to reach it’s end. They were cute, ridiculous as they made her seem, and everything else seemed to add up too. Could it really be just a string of coincidences that made her out to be a delinquent? One the things I hear most often is she’s intimidating and scary, I guess she’s tall but, I don’t feel any animosity from her.

[I like you, Enya-Sama, I can see why everyone does too.]

[You’re…you’re not as bad as everyone says either.]

[Oh? Well you can just call me Seiko-San then, if you want to.]

[Isn’t that too familiar? Especially when you keep calling me Sama?]

[I don’t mind, like I said I like you, and huh you don’t like being called Sama, Enya-Sama?]

[Ugh you’re a pain, fine - Seiko-San. It’s not that I mind it, but it feels like you have an alternative reason for calling me that.]

[Well…you prefer to be on top, don’t you Enya-Sama?]

[W-what did you say?]

[To be in control? To cause pain? Isn’t that what you like?]

I’d had it, she doesn’t know me, she doesn’t know anything - how dare she try to throw that in my face. Even if it’s true, even if she’s right, what gives her the right to say that so casually? 

I reached up and took her cigarette from her mouth, she looked at me in confusion, she had no idea what I was about to do. No, what she made me do. Turning the cigarette around in my fingers, I pressed it into her exposed arm, causing her to recoil and moan before falling to one knee. I barely saw her face twisted with pain as she slumped her head back down, and I laughed, unable to contain myself anymore. Then I slapped my hands over my mouth as the reality of what I’d just done set in, I hurt someone, like I told myself I never would, no matter how much I’d wanted to. I couldn’t even find the words to speak, and so I ran, leaving Seiko-San alone on the roof with a severe burn I had caused.

[Damn, Enya-Sama, I really like you.♥]

[writing-by-lunalight]

A/N: This was one my first particularly self indulgent stories since high school, I had a lot of lofty plans for this but it unfortunately got left on the cutting room floor so to speak, cause soon after I started my lifelong story again with a fresh new twist. It's especially funny because I intended the Vampire to dress like a Punk starting in the second chapter, BUT never got there, so guess you could call this VampCowBoy(Badumtis). The overarching plot was going to be something vaguely VTM Brujah clan esc, with Zuriel attempting to pave the way for humans and vampires to coexist.

Trigger Warnings: Blood, Biting, Death, Coercion(?), Age Gap(Vampire)

“What…what are you?” Allora questioned in a panic, but the woman before her didn’t respond, instead reaching up to flick the spent bullet off the small impact site on her chest.

Just under average height, Allora wore a dark outfit, with colored red hair in a bob cut. Moments ago Allora was at the mercy of the pistol-touting thug, that is until the ground cracked open beside them, triggered by another of many earthquakes that have occurred in this area as of late. The woman who crawled out of the crack was much taller than most, with broad shoulders and exceedingly long messy black hair, her eyes faintly glowing a bright blue. Even stranger than her sudden appearance was her outfit, old jeans & chaps, cowboy boots & spurs, a cotton vest & mostly open shirt, even a very worn duster over it. All that seemed missing was a cowboy hat, though the outfit was quite deteriorated, and filthy from the rock dust and debris in the crevice. 

“Zuriel. Charmed to meet you madam.” The woman replied in a slight southern drawl with a bow of her head, reaching up almost as if to tip for her hat only to quickly remember she did not have it. Zuriel then pulls off her tattered duster, throwing it to the side, ripping off the worn vest as well. “So, are these friends of yours, I can understand them being protective, but I never harm a lady unless she asks.”

“What kind of freak are you?!” Yelled one of the men nearby, though Zuriel seemed to pay him no mind instead keeping her attention on Allora.

“What's your name darlin’, and while you’re at it can you tell me what year it is?” Zuriel requested calmly while undoing her top few shirt buttons and brushing away leftover residue from the bullet.

“A-Allora, and it’s two thousand twenty-three?” 

“Damn!” Zuriel cursed as she looked about taking in her surroundings, finally stopping to face the gang of men. “Men are really this dim in any time period, huh?”

With that one of the men moved to swing at Zuriel but she easily sidestepped him, pivoting to kick him in the face knocking loose a tooth or two. He collapses backward into the crack in the ground howling on his way down, Zuriel raises a hand, daring the others to make a move. In a flash, the second to advance is swept off his feet and flipped face first into the pavement, the third manages to land an ineffective surprise blow to her face. Zuriel displays a quick sinister grin, before rising back to her full height and lifting him off the ground by the throat, the thug struggling to fight back against her grip to no avail. Suddenly, several shots ring out as the man with a gun fires sporadically, landing a few shots into Zuriel but missing plenty in his panicked state. She drops the one thug and doubles over, catching herself on her knee, she huffs out a quiet sigh before raising her head to eye the gunman.

“You call that thing a gun, you bottom feeder?” Zuriel asks in a grave tone, standing back up while continuing to grip her bullet riddled torso. Allora stares in silence, too shocked to fully process what's happening. Despite the numerous holes punched into Zuriel’s chest there appears to be very little blood, and it becomes increasingly obvious she can’t possibly be human. “Fine, I’ll show you a real gun.” 

Zuriel raises her blood soaked hand and grips it closed tightly for a moment before a black flame surrounds it. Opening her hand then slowly gripping again around a handle, something slowly begins manifesting from the flames, a large black metal revolver. The flames quickly dissipate and Zuriel gives the revolver a twirl on her finger before flipping open the cylinder to the side. Spinning the cylinder and sliding her other bloody thumb over the back of it, six blood red bullets glow uneasily in the chambers. Zuriel knocks the cylinder back in place with a flick of her wrist, flipping back her hair to show off her twisted smile, large canines glistening in the moonlight.

“Meet Rosetta.”

The gunman raises to fire again only for the sound of Zuriel’s revolver to echo off the many walls of the alley, her shot quickly disarming him. Her second shot landing square between his eyes, Zuriel makes quick work of another two thugs in the heart and neck respectively. Aligning her sights on the final thug, she hesitates at his horrified expression, his hands raised above his head. Smiling innocently, she fires a final shot by his foot, causing him to jump and take off running. Zuriel giggles weakly, twirling the pistol until it disappears once more into black flames that go out just as quick. 

“Aw damn.” Zuriel cursed again as she fell forward rolling to be flat on her back, though Allora can’t hear her breathing, her chest rises and falls in a mimicry of the action.

“Are you alright?!” Allora cried rushing over to Zuriel and helping her up into a sitting position.

“That extended dirt nap left me pretty drained I’m afraid. Insulting that such low caliber rounds could put me in such a state, AGH FUCK.” Zuriel cut herself off to scream in pain as she dug out one of the deeper bullets, tossing it idly to the side. “You asked what I am earlier, so I assume you’ve never met a vampire before?” 

“I don’t…think so?” 

“Damn.” Zuriel swore and winced as she pulled out another bullet, gripping Allora for support.

“Should I have? I mean vampires don’t exist.”

“Not so, my dear Allora,” Zuriel began while continuing to haphazardly pry open her wounds, much to Allora’s discomfort. “After all, you’re looking at one.” she said matter of factly while chucking a spent round over her shoulder and making a click sound with the side of her mouth.”

“If you’re a vampire…why didn’t you drink their blood?”

“Well good to see you’re taking this in stride, and if you must know I don’t drink from men. I find their blood…distasteful. So, do you think you could find it in your heart to help me out?”

“You want my permission - to kill me.”

“I didn’t say kill, I wouldn’t suck you dry, and yeah I prefer to have someone’s permission - I’m a vampire not a savage.” Zuriel checks herself over once more and seemingly satisfied with her inspection, she turns her full attention to Allora and smirks. “Besides, most people enjoy it.”

Allora gulps as she glances at Zuriel’s fangs, barely visible from this angle. Sure she’s seen vampire movies and read about them in books like anyone else, but being face to face with it was another thing entirely. Still Allora found herself engrossed with Zuriel, and had so many more questions for her. Pushing back her hair, Allora looks to Zuriel and gives a small nod. 

Shifting her weight to get closer to Allora, she places a hand on the side of her face. Despite Zuriel’s ragged outfit and desperate looking state, her cold touch is soft and gentle as she slips her fingers into Allora’s hair, supporting her head tilting to the side.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Allora assured her as she inhaled and held her breath, waiting to feel Zuriel’s teeth graze her neck. This close to Zuriel, she can’t help but take in the sweet aroma of her vampiric blood. Suddenly, all of Allora’s senses shut down as an overwhelming pain shot through her - Zuriel’s teeth piercing into her neck. She lets out only a quiet moan in response, as the pain quickly fades, giving way to a euphoric warmth spreading through her body. Allora gripped Zuriel’s arm tightly for comfort, her head still carefully cradled against her palm. Her eyes rolled back as her legs shifted uneasily, though she couldn’t feel the blood leaving her body, she felt the pressure applied by Zuriel’s mouth, careful not to lose a drop. This seemed to go on for an eternity before Allora slipped into unconsciousness, in utter bliss.

[writing-by-lunalight]

About

Hiii I'm Luna I've been on tumblr since 2010 on and off, and I'm a creature who prefers she/it pronouns. More Info Below

Ever since I was little, I've liked writing my own stuff, even when I wasn't good at it. As I got older it became an outlet, I'd write when I was down, anxious, or couldn't sleep. I always wanted to write a long story akin to a shonen type manga, and the story has undergone several iterations, becoming based on several other stories along the way. The base idea was always that I wanted to write about me and my friends saving the world because I felt like they weren't appreciated enough by others. Though it originally drew direct inspiration from sources like Inuyasha, Naruto, Bleach, and Kingdom Hearts, I came to the realization that I wanted something more all my own from the ground up. When I become more comfortable, I may post more info on that and the chapters I have so far here, but for now it will mostly be my works in progress (which I might never go back to) and completed chapters from things I'm working on.

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[writing-by-lunalight]

So I wanted to write one specific interaction between my Tarnished and Ranni and then wrote this whole several paragraphs to get there, so enjoy I guess. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

For this new playthrough to get to Shadow of The Erdtree DLC I’ve been leaning heavy into rp-ing a bit and really taking my time again with the game.

Several steps into the chilling fog, she heard a monsterous step and readied one of her katana, then froze as she saw a large dragon’s silhouette within the fog. The Tarnished heaved a heavy sigh, closing her eyes before flicking them back open and noticing an immense tower further back behind the beast. Pausing, she sheathed her katana and ducked into cover among some ruins, pacing herself as she slipped by the dragon. Approaching the tower with curiosity, she stopped just before the stairs leading inside, as three wolves laid by the gate. Though seeming feral as any wolf, these three were different, they almost seemed to be guarding the structure.

Slowly rising to their feet, they gave a low growl of warning, and though the Tarnished put a hand on her blade she soon released it. One of them dove at her and she kicked it aside knocking it out against the ruins with a whine, another charging only to be backhanded. The third managed to bite deep into her left shoulder, pulling her down as the one she had punched latched onto her leg. Part of the Tarnished considered relenting, yet quickly she decided she had come too far to not see what lay in wait inside the tower, and she brought down her fist to knock out the beast on her leg. Gripping the wolf biting down into her shoulder with one arm, she brought down the side of her palm on it’s neck, knocking it out and dropped it onto the ground.

Finally free of the wolves, though still fighting against the blood loss, she used the walls of the tower to support her as she made her way through. Glintstone clusters, various astrological equipment, and books littered the halls of the tower. Soon The Tarnished came upon an elevator and fell to one knee to stabilize herself as she ascended on the platform, feeling on the brink of fainting. At the top, she took a few hesitant steps up the stairs before freezing on one of the landings, nearly falling off the outer edge of the building before stopping herself and toppling backwards against the wall. There, the Tarnished sat a while, and watched the dragon patrolling in the fog below as her vision continued to fade, contemplating throwing herself from the tower in an attempt to die while fighting the beast. It was just then the Tarnished heard a familiar voice in her ear, an ethereal and soothing voice which may as well be the spirits - come to ferry her to the afterlife.

“Oh?. . .Again we cross paths. But, I have no memory of inking thee an invitation. . .Tarnished.”

The Tarnished said nothing, still breathing heavy from her wounds, Renna squated down her level gracefully. Reaching out with one of her hands, Renna caressed The Tarnished’s jaw, tilting her head and face into her direction. Her half closed eye staring into Renna’s face with a vast emptiness, a lack of purpose.

“I see. . .thou hath lost thy faith - in the Golden Order. And in doing so, become a mad beast with none to serve. Thou art a rare sort, not a Tarnished as the order would brand thee, but a knight most fair, yet lost - directionless. Though mayhaps fate hath steered thee to this reunion.

Wilt thou enter into my service?

I am the witch Ranni. I stole Death long ago, and search now for the dark path. That I might one day upend the whole of it, and rid the world of all that came before. Well? Has that roused thy interest?”

Ranni’s words struck the Tarnished, during her journey thus far in the Lands Between, none had dared speak against the words of the Golden Order as she is now. Sure there had been a few lunatics along the way speaking of their own plans and goals, or cursing the golden order in hushed whispers. Though the frail doll before her proudly declared her heretic plans, with a gaze of determination and a compassionate half smile for even a bloodied stray upon her doorstep. Gently, the Tarnished reached up to dismiss Ranni’s hand, struggling to get into a kneeling position on a single knee. Offering her hand, the Tarnished lowered her head in a solemn vow, and with a chuckle Ranni touched her hand.

“I anticipate good work from thee.”

[writing-by-lunalight]

Alone Together

Hiei x (Fem)Reader

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Author’s Note: This fic came from the inspiration I got from reading other user’s works about Hiei and being such a huge fan of his character. Mainly written for me and my friend a fellow Hiei enjoyer, this is kind of a feel good type fic that has a lot of buildup playing on his curiosity and softer side. When I first wrote this I never thought about posting it anywhere, but the more I wrote the happier I was with it, and near the end I realized how proud I was of it and wanted to share it around. I may be posting another part or two, and if I do, feel free to send me an ask with suggestions if you liked this one :) enjoy!

TW: Blood, Hickeys, Biting, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Pinning Down, Minors DNI, 18+

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Everyone had been asking why you were suddenly taking a different route home from class, not walking with your “friends”, and even going a good distance out of your way. Your explanation was always the same, that you just like being able to walk by the water - a lie of course. Your interest wasn’t so much the water glistening during the sunset, but a person who sometimes could be found there. Ever since you were young you’d seen and felt things you couldn’t explain, like the creature that knocked aside your parents car like a toy back when you were in middle school. Of course no one believed you, that your parent’s death in that crash was no accident, so you had learned to keep whatever you were seeing and feeling to yourself. Maybe that’s what drew you to him, the dark haired boy dressed in black, sometimes laying in the grass by the river other times miraculously standing on telephone poles nearby. You never really gave how he got up there much thought, all you knew was that like you, he seemed to be so alone.

Finally, you reach the river and like everyday, give a cautious glance around for the mysterious boy. Despite your numerous trips this way passing him, you’d never dared speak to him or even given him more than a passing glance. You’ve put yourself out there far too many times in an attempt to make friends, only to have your hand slapped away. It was enough that you and the boy could share in this moment of silence together as you strolled by, that, and your own imagination. But looking down the street you notice him, with a group, and your heart sinks. You retreat back behind the building, sliding down the side of it to sit on the ground, pulling your legs in. Of course he’s not alone, no one would be as lonely as you are.

You lean out from the side of the building to get a look at them all. The tallest one had orange hair in a pompadour, which was….certainly a style choice. Both him and the other dark haired guy looked rather plain, average even. The third guy had pretty features and long red hair, and then there was him. Though you’d never noticed before quite how short he is, it hardly seemed to matter, as his voice and demeanor easily dominated the conversation when he felt the need. You suddenly felt your face turning red, and realized you probably shouldn’t think about him and “dominate” in the same sentence. You shake your head to dismiss such thoughts and then you notice his ear twitch ever so slightly, he motions to turn his head but you’ve already retreated back behind the building. After a moment, you dare another peek and try to focus on what they’re saying, the boy seems to be disagreeing with something. Suddenly through the groups arguing you hear “C’mon Hiei”, which he seems to answer to.

“Hiei” you repeat back to yourself under your breath, though somehow he seems to have heard and whips around in place, and you can no longer be sure if he was able to see you as you darted back into hiding. Still you listen as they seem to resume talking, causing you to sigh in relief. You sit for a while with your eyes shut, listening for them to finally leave so you can finish walking home. Letting your mind wander, you think about how you’ll go about trying to approach him the next time you come this way. Not that you’d ever have the courage to do something as bold as that, besides you feel it’s doubtful he’d be interested in someone like you anyways.

After some time you hear them saying goodbyes and breathe a small sigh of relief, you open your eyes to get ready to go and yelp involuntarily. There Hiei stood mere inches from you, his stature meaningless since you are sitting on the ground. He stares daggers at you saying nothing, perhaps expecting you to merely flee yet you sit there frozen, staring at him as well like cornered prey. After a moment, your heart begins to pound in your chest, you’ve passed him countless times but never been this close. As much as you hate to admit it, you enjoy having him stand over you like this, right now he may as well be 8 feet tall. You yourself feeling so small and helpless, your mind spirals thinking about the possible things he could do to you. Suddenly, Hiei also blushes, seeming almost embarrassed and angry.

“THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE THINKING ABOUT??” he blurts out before turning around seemingly to hide his face as he seethes.

“I…what?”

“Listen girl, I’m a demon, it would take less than a second for me to kill you.” He says turning around and pointing at you accusingly. “The idea of what I could do to you that would stimulate your sexual human desires should be the last thing on your mind! Now who are you, why were you listening in on our conversation and what are you doing here?”

You sigh, tell him your name and continue on to explain everything, he listens but clearly seems annoyed nonetheless. It feels rather strange that Hiei was just a stranger a few minutes ago, yet you find yourself so comfortable with him, demon or no. Hiei is surprisingly silent even as you finish explaining, perhaps some part of him understands your feelings, or maybe he’s just being polite - not that he seems like the type.

“So, is it…still okay if I come this way after school? Maybe talk with you?” You ask sheepishly, Hiei merely giving a vacant stare as though considering it, he closes his eyes and turns away.

“Do whatever you want, but don’t say I didn’t warn you that demons can be dangerous, and if you talk don’t expect me to converse with you.” Turning just his head to look at you, Hiei appears to be deep in thought, hesitating even.

“What’s the matter?” You ask tilting your head to the side, confident that he’s merely trying to find the words.

“...What even is ‘making out’ anyways” he says plainly, causing you to snicker a bit but turn red once more all the same. “Those words seemed to cross your mind a lot when I read it earlier, so what is it?”

“Um, well…it’s like you touch your lips together in a kiss but like, over and over. It’s what people do when they have a connection or you know like each-” You barely manage to get your description out at all then abruptly Hiei grips your side pushing you against the wall merely collapsing before he presses his body against yours to hold you up. He is warm, and a scent reminiscent of a campfire wafts about him, using his other hand he cups your face. Hiei’s staring at you once more but now there’s a curiosity in his glare, like he’s studying your reactions and wondering if they’re the right ones. Grabbing you at the back of your neck he pulls you down somewhat - into a kiss, your heart flutters and his warmth seems to spread through your body. After a moment, he pulls away, still keeping your faces touching.

“Is this what you had in mind, how you pictured it?”

You find yourself unable to find the words to answer but manage a few quick nods, Hiei then takes this as reassurance and kisses you again, then again.

Despite supposedly not knowing what making out was, he quickly finds his rhythm, even starting to grip your hair causing you to moan softly. You feel your breath getting heavy and the growing excitement between your legs, when suddenly he stops, pulling back to look at you while quite red himself. Slowly, he pulls away as you get your balance back, then turns on his heels taking a few steps away.

“Interesting.” Hiei says without turning around, and in a flash he’s gone. You slump back against the wall trying to process what just happened, soon enough however, you collect yourself and head home.

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The next day went by in a blur, all you were able to think about was Hiei, about feeling his warmth again. As you walked to the river, you couldn’t help hoping he’d be there and in the mood to talk - among other things. You shook your thoughts away once more, after all Hiei seemed to do what he did out of curiosity more than anything else. Turning the corner to the river, you peek around for your mysterious ‘friend’, and there he was - laying in the grass on the hill without a care in the world. Doing your best to still your rapidly beating heart, you approach, stopping once the sidewalk meets the grass.

“Hey Hiei, it’s me *****.” you provide your name again half expecting him to have forgotten you, he doesn’t open his eyes but answers you nonetheless.

“Yes, I knew it was you, human.”

“Is….it okay if I sit with you?” You request hesitantly, yet Hiei still does not move, hands supporting his head and his dark coat billowing in the wind.

“As I said, do whatever you like.” Hiei answered you plainly, he almost appears mad - frustrated even, although he’s doing his best to hide it.

Regardless you quietly step through the grass and sit a few feet beside him, setting down your bag as well. You sit for a moment enjoying the gentle breeze, the sunset glistening on the river, the soft fresh grass beneath you. You may have been alone and sat in silence for much of your life, but never like this, sitting beside Hiei gave you a comfort you’ve never known. He can struggle to hide it all he likes, but you can sense Hiei more than simply tolerates your presence, perhaps even enjoyed the moment you shared yesterday.

“You have an unusual level of spirit awareness, you know.” Hiei said suddenly, shattering the silence and startling you.

“Spirit Awareness?”

“...Demons can make themselves invisible to humans in this world, I’m doing it right now, and usually am for that matter.” Hiei turns his head towards you and opens a single eye as he talks. “So right now, you look crazier than everyone already seems to think you are.”

“...That’s…fine, I’m comfortable here - with you.” You manage to force the words out while looking away, and when you turn your gaze back, he’s staring at you. It’s just like yesterday, he’s gauging your reactions, searching for anything you might be holding back. You get the distinct impression he doesn’t spend much time around people, and he’s learned to be cautious, never risking giving something away he shouldn’t.

“You’re a strange one, finding comfort beside a demon.” He turns his head back to stare at the sky before continuing “You have no idea the things I’ve done, the things I’m capable of doing.”

“I’d say you’re a strange one for finding comfort with me then.” You cover your mouth unsure where you even got such an absurd idea in your head, but then again he does seem interested in you doesn’t he? Looking back at Hiei you see he hasn’t moved or reacted, perhaps he didn’t hear you? Just then he laughs, sitting up to lean back on his hands.

“Oh? I tried out a single human gesture, let you sit here with me, and that must mean I’m utterly infatuated is that it?”

“Typically that’s what would happen, yeah though not necessarily in that order.” You explain calmly once he’s finished attempting to make a fool of you. “However, maybe it’s different for demons.”

“If you must know, mating simply isn’t as big a deal.”

“Is that so? Then you didn’t feel anything after yesterday?” You retort but Hiei seems to have lost interest as he turns back toward the river leaning on one knee, at least so you thought. Even with the sunset turning the river into a shimmering stream of golden light, you can still see Hiei’s cheeks redden as he thinks to himself. You inch closer, again taking in his woodsy campfire scent, Hiei only turning to look once your shoulders are nearly touching.

“That feeling? Your body, sending the blood rushing to your face like that.” You whisper to him, even reaching out to poke his face to make your point, but Hiei continues to stare unflinchingly. “That's what gave me the idea you’re comfortable with me.” Feeling ever bolder, suddenly you cup his face in your hand, and kiss him - a long heartfelt kiss. You feel the familiar warmth spread through your body as Hiei hesitantly places his hand on yours, gripping it tight enough to pull grass up with it, as though he was afraid to get lost. When you pull away, Hiei’s expression fades back to normal ever so slowly, and he turns to face the river once more without another word.

After sitting together for a while, you finally attempt to get to your feet, only to realize Hiei is still holding your hand. You lift up your hand and Hiei turns, watching you curiously. Removing your palm from his grip, you then slowly take the opposite hand and interlock your fingers with his. You then give his hand a gentle squeeze and Hiei gives a much rougher squeeze in return, though he seems to get the idea. You smile and take back your hand but Hiei merely lays back down onto the grass with his eyes closed as he was when you arrived. Picking up your bag, you make your way back to the sidewalk, but stop when you hear Hiei call your name.

“See you tomorrow.” He uttered the words so simply, but you could feel the weight that was behind them.

“See you tomorrow.” You repeat back with more enthusiasm, then noticing the faintest smile on his face, you smile and head home.

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Another day of class, and another day of doodling poorly in the margins of your papers, constantly distracted by thoughts of Hiei. You haven’t been able to stop from wondering what else Hiei might’ve seen in your mind that day, what else he might be curious about. Funnily enough, you’ve never fallen for anyone, even your kiss with him was your first. Still what you lack in experience, you make up for in imagination, and the long list of dark romance movies you’ve seen has given you plenty to think about. You reach your typical meeting spot but Hiei was oddly nowhere to be found, you give the area a good once over to be sure, but eventually resign yourself to sitting back down in the grass.

Besides your spot you can still barely make out the indent in the grass where Hiei was laying just yesterday, you smile until a chilling thought slips into your mind. Remembering Hiei’s words about how crazy you must look to people since he’s invisible to everyone without Spirit Awareness, you fold your arms, looking back toward the river. After a moment you grip yourself tighter, reassuring yourself that you’re not crazy, Hiei is real and he’ll be here. Giving Hiei’s spot in the grass a few quick side glances, you take a moment to look around again, it’s mostly warehouses around here so there is rarely anyone around as usual.

“Hiei? Are you here?” You ask the open air beside you, considering that maybe your Spirit Awareness isn’t high enough to see him today, you have no idea how that works after all.

Suddenly, you’re startled by laughter from behind you, it seems you somehow failed to notice a group of boys from your class walking by on the sidewalk behind you. You blush and turn back towards the river, thoroughly embarrassed and hoping they didn’t notice you talking to thin air. Closing your eyes and burying your head in your arms, you sit there a while, reassuring yourself once again that you’re not crazy. Finally, after the boys have long gone and the dark of night begins settling in, you get up and head home.

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The next day you’re heading back, and although you get the feeling you’re being followed for some reason, you push on regardless. Hoping that yesterday he may have merely been busy, you hold out hope that Hiei will return today, even having thrown on some makeup and the star earrings you have left from you mothers belongings. Cautiously, you approach the river again, only to discover Hiei is once again absent. Even the indent in the grass has since stood back into full vigor, you make to approach the grass to sit but stop on the sidewalk, considering just heading home instead of waiting in futility. You’ve come this way for over a month now, and Hiei was always in this area, the fact that he hasn’t been here might mean he won’t come back.

“Did you come here to talk to yourself again girl?” A voice calls out behind you and in your desperation you whip around.

“Hiei?” You blurt out, only to see the boys who were walking by yesterday, you collect yourself as best you can and stand up straight. Though it’s not enough to hide the fact that you’re blushing in embarrassment, and the boys chuckle to themselves, certainly at your expense.

“Is that your imaginary friend’s name? It sounds like even your imaginary friend has left you, huh?” The other boys chuckle to themselves again, and you hold your bag tighter in your arms, you can’t believe you mistook this guy for Hiei and the frustration shows on your face.

“Hiei is not imaginary.“

“Isn’t he? Everyone who comes by here says you’re a freak who’s been talking to yourself.”

“That doesn’t make it true.” You insist back, though even now you’re second guessing your actions, one of the boys grabs your arm but you pull away.

“Why don’t you just admit you’re a freak, and this worlds better off without freaks.” He says back before nodding and the boys get a better grip on your arms.

“Stop it! Cut it out!” You cry out, but no one comes to your aid, the sound echoing off into the distance, before being drowned out by the sound of the river. The boy lifts his hand, taking hold of one of your earrings.

“You may be a useless freak, but these sure seem like they’d be worth something.”

“Those were my mothers, stop!” You yell and scream, but he gets a grip on it regardless, and instead of removing it he simply pulls it down. Tugging your ear harder and harder still, you stop struggling not wanting to hurt yourself but it doesn’t matter, he tears the earring straight out of your ear lobe. Tears start streaming down your face, it may be a small cut in your ear but between that and realizing you’re truly alone it’s just too much. You hear something faint over your crying but everything is such a blur, you can barely feel when he reaches for your other ear.

“Move another muscle, and I’ll end your pathetic lives.” You heard it that time, the voice and tone unmistakable, it’s Hiei. Sure enough his voice is enough to make the boys freeze, easing their grip on you as they turn their heads.

“What the-”

“I didn’t give you permission to speak worm.” Hiei’s voice sounds more aggressive, as though he’s teetering on the edge of erupting, similar to how he seemed to speak with that group before. “Release her. NOW.”

Shuddering at his words they comply, letting you slip carefully to the ground, you grip your ear keeping the pressure on it. You’re in a lot of pain, but you continue to shed tears of joy all the same. You slowly look over at Hiei several feet away through your tear-filled eyes, and he’s giving you the same stare he always has, though there’s a heat behind his eyes. He raises his head to stare at the boys, now backing away from him besides the one who ripped your earring out. In an instant, he closes the gap and has drawn a sword he’s touching to the boy’s throat, his expression unchanged. Each of the other boys starts freaking out and starting to calm down yourself, you can see why, their ears have been cut in a similar fashion to yours.

“I suggest you return that, before I make you.” Hiei hisses at the boy, he drops it onto the ground near you and raises his hands. Unsatisfied, Hiei slashes across the boy’s already bloody hand, though it doesn’t appear deep. Clutching his palm, the boy backs up to his friends and they run off. Hiei places his sword away and kneels down to your level, you can’t help but smile regardless of the state your face is in. “And just what are you grinning about?” He demands while placing his palm gently on your head.

“I’m just happy to see you.” You say simply, then Hiei gets to his feet offering you his hand and helping you up.

“You really followed me, Kurama?” Hiei questions as he turns his head, all the while keeping a firm hold on your hand.

“You can hardly blame me, Hiei.” Kurama answers as he steps out from the shadow of a nearby alley, he’s the pretty boy with red hair you noticed Hiei talking to the other day. “You were in such a hurry to get back to the human world, and I know all too well that’s not like you.”

Hiei gives a sharp exhale, tips his head in your direction, and releases your hand. Kurama steps over to you asking to see, and in seconds he’s healed your ear, apologizing that you’ll have to get it re-pierced. After a handshake and a quick goodbye, he takes off walking away, apparently not nearly as concerned about making a snappy exit as Hiei. Hiei takes a few steps away in the other direction, then stops and turns to you over his shoulder, staring at you expectantly.

“Come on, I’ll take you home.” His voice much calmer now, he waits for you to grab your other earring, and you catch up to him offering your hand. Hiei hesitates, then holds your hand just as you had instructed the other day, obviously the difference in height between you makes it difficult but you make due.

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Hiei is silent most of the way home, despite the fact that your heart is threatening to beat out of your chest, being this close with him feels like a dream. Still a few blocks from home, he speaks up.

“I had something to take care of, duties, obligations.”

“I gathered. You don’t need to apologize, Hiei.” You respond in kind, but Hiei merely stops on the spot, unmoving.

“It was just humans this time.”

“What?”

“It could have been worse.” Hiei sounds tense, though not angry, like he can’t just bring himself to voice his concern.

You gently tug on his hand, and Hiei continues moving with you. When you reach your door at the apartment building, he stops again, releasing your hand. You unlock and open the door, Hiei turns away but you catch his arm.

“How…um…how much of what I was thinking did you see the other day?” You ask hesitantly, but he does not respond, and only turns back toward you. You pull his arm out of his pocket, and gripping his hand, you lead him inside.

Once you’re both inside, you set to work attempting to tidy up a bit, since you haven’t had a guest in - ever. Hiei looks about and finding your coat hooks, he removes his in one swift motion, placing his sword down gently near it. He takes a few more cautious steps into your apartment carefully taking in his surroundings, then stopping when he notices your open bedroom door. Once you’ve finished you walk over to where Hiei is and take his hand once more.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He whispers, usually you have a good idea of what Hiei is thinking, although he’s quiet his body is rather honest. Yet you can’t figure out what’s on his mind right now, maybe despite his usual calm collected attitude you’ll have to walk him through it.

You take his face in your hands and kiss him deeply, He returns the gesture whole heartedly. Pulling away, Hiei manages to sweep you up in one quick motion, princess-carrying you to your bed. Setting you down gently, Hiei wastes no time climbing on top of you, taking only a moment to gently caress your cheek. Staring at you and once again reminding you of your first meeting, a beast who’s cornered his prey, except you’re far more willing.

Hiei leans in and kisses you, letting slip a moan you lay back helplessly as he trails a line of them down your neck. You reach up to feel his side through his shirt, gripping it needily, your other hand snaking around his arm as his hand travels up running fingers through your hair. Slowly Hiei’s grip begins to tighten, tugging ever so playfully at your hair before biting down on your neck lightly, putting just enough pressure to leave his mark. However, it’s little more than a tease, Hiei’s taking it slow likely out of fear of hurting you. You mumble under your breath, and Hiei pauses to listen as you find the words in your throat.

“Harder . . . please.” You whimper to him and Hiei hesitates before obliging, getting a firmer grip on your hair, biting your neck deeper, sucking a second more intense hickey into your skin. His sharp canines threatening to pierce your skin, you yelp and moan all at once, your breathing getting heavier as you grip Hiei’s arm harder for comfort. When he pulls back you can hear him almost panting, his warm breath further teasing your sensitive new bruise. You lock eyes for a moment, your lips crashing against one another the next, your hands exploring each others aching bodies. Hiei’s hand traces teasingly over your breast, quickly throwing your uniforms tie aside and gripping the top button of your shirt then stopping.

You give a quick nod before tugging up his shirt in turn, Hiei instead taking it from you, repeating his previous trick and removing it in an instant. You giggle under your breath and Hiei gives a small smirk, kissing you again before moving back down to your neck, his fast hands making quick work of your shirt buttons. You take a moment to revel in his kissing while tracing your hands over his arms and back, his skin was warm, inviting to the touch, and coated in several scars depicting a lifetime of battle and hardship. It made it all the more comforting that he was being so careful with you, while so vulnerable at the same time.

Suddenly Hiei pulls your shirt open, and you sit up to remove it along with your bra. Placing his hand at the curve of your waistline, he ever so slowly moves upward towards your chest, teasing you. Taking and massaging your breast with one hand, Hiei kisses around your other before beginning to suck on your nipple, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. You squirm and moan beneath him from the sensation, running your fingers through his hair once more, the excitement beginning to grow between your legs.

After alternating, giving your chest the ample attention it deserves, Hiei gently traces his fingers down, slowly pulling up your skirt as he wraps his other arm around you. Coming to rest his hand over your underwear, you become aware of just how wet you are with excitement and moan, Hiei smirks as he pulls your panties aside. Runing his fingers along the wetness of your entrance, he teases it while rubbing his slicked thumb over your clit, you whimper in between moans.

“Please Hiei…” you beg and Hiei obliges, slowly inserting one finger, then two. You gasp from the sensation flowing through you and Hiei takes your exhale as a sign, beginning to slowly fuck you with his fingers, still tracing circles over your clit with his thumb. You cling tighter to Hiei, the edges of the room starting to soften, he holds you closer as you quickly begin approaching that peak. It all feels so surreal, of course you’ve touched yourself before, but here with the boy you’ve pined over for so long feels leagues more intense. You stare up at Hiei and he kisses you, moaning against his lips as he curls his fingers while maintaining the rhythm, quickly bringing you to a rather loud orgasm your muscles gripping fingers nearly in place.

You struggle to catch your breath in Hiei’s arms, his hand still idly teasing your entrance, he stares at you with a half smile still breathing heavily himself. Having calmed down a bit you run your fingers along the top of Hiei’s pants, taking a quick look at how excited he himself is, you flick your gaze back up to meet his.

In a moment you’ve both removed the last of your clothing, Hiei kissing you while lightly pushing you back into your place on the bed, you moan feeling the gentlist graze of his dick over your clit. Lining himself up, he begins grinding himself against your wetness, trailing kisses over your neck while pinning your hands above your head. Holding your wrists in place with one hand, he brings the other down to massage your breast once more, you can’t bear to hold back moaning as his kissing moves further up your neck.

“Hiei . . .” You barely whimper out between moans, yet he only nibbles your ear in response.

“Use your words, I want to hear you say it *****.“ Hiei whispers directly into your ear, hearing him say your name sending a shiver down your spine in the best way.

“Please. . .fuck me Hiei.” You beg in desperation, finally able to get out the answer that Hiei already knew.

With that, Hiei sat up somewhat to steady himself, flashing you a mischievous grin. You bite your lip, running your hands over his shoulders and back. The next second you can feel him starting to part you, moaning as you throw your head back, Hiei’s dick enters you slowly and completely as his hips meet yours. He moans along with you, leaning lower to wrap a protective arm around you, he pauses for a moment as if he’s overwhelmed which isn’t surprising given how tightly you feel yourself gripping him.

Then Hiei begins slowly but steadily fucking you, just as you begged, your nails now digging into his back. Keeping his pace as his eyes lock with yours, you kiss eachother deeply, and Hiei speeds up. Pounding his hips into yours, you can feel yourself approaching the peak again already, and based on Hiei’s sounds of pleasure you imagine he is too. Placing a hand on his face, you smile up at him, Hiei is thrusting hard when he suddenly cums and you along with him. The feeling of him filling you up pushing you over the edge, Hiei moans deeply between reaching the peak and your orgasmic grip on him as he does.

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The remainder of the night is a blur as you wake up, groggily rubbing your eyes you wonder what happened, your room is still a mess but theres no sign of Hiei.

Looking over at the clock, you realize you’re going to be late for school and hurriedly get ready. As you’re brushing your hair, and despite the bit of bruising on your neck, you can’t help but wonder if your night with Hiei was all a dream. Afterall, you can’t remember falling asleep after . . . on second thought, you probably shouldn’t think too hard about it in fresh underwear. Struggling to slip your shoes on, you grab the doorknob and pull it open. There leaning on the railing was Hiei, who turned around when you stepped out the door, you could feel your heart practically jump into your throat. Hiei sat staring, disinterested as usual, then held out his hand.

“Come on *****, I’ll walk you there.”